Spotter

Touch

Y/N's thighs burned as she dipped down into a squat. Her hands gripped the bar as she pressed back up with a huff. Working out in the headquarters' gym was her least favorite part of training in the Scout Regimen. She was almost a decade older than some of her comrades. Y/N's life as an independent adult was just beginning when the wall fell. It was heartbreaking to see such young children joining the Scouts alongside her. As sad as it was, it made her want to train even harder. Even if she would prefer to practice with the ODM gear.

She struggled to maintain her posture under the extra weight she had just added to the bar. Reiner was constantly pestering her to push herself further, yet he cancelled on their gym plans today. She pressed down into another squat. His excuse was that he forgot he already had plans with Bertholdt.

"Reiner, you bastard." Y/N grunts out as she straightens her body back up.

She hated doing this alone.

"Y/L/N."

She froze at the recognition of the deep voice behind her. Her eyes found his in the mirror in front of her.

"Was Reiner unavailable?" Erwin asked.

"Oh, uhm..." How did he know Reiner was my workout partner? "Yes, he was busy." She answered without turning to actually look at him. She put the bar back on the rack, and maintained eye contact in the mirror.

"Would you like me to spot you?" Erwin offered as he took a step forward.

He was wearing loose grey pants and a hooded green jacket. She realized she was staring and hadn't answered his question.

"I'm sure you have better things to do, Commander." She backed up to the bar, readying herself to return to her workout.

When she looked back up and gripped the bar, Erwin had moved up to stand just behind her.

"Nothing at all," he said with a soft smile.

The fact that she wasn't blushing was a shock to her.

"Th-Thank you, Commander." She moved the bar onto her shoulders.

He didn't say anything, so she took that as a sign to begin. His arms reached around her sides and curved up to encompass her bent arms. His fingertips grazed her collarbone; his touch featherlight. So delicate to avoid interrupting her workout. Y/N felt safe yet unhindered by Erwin's presence as it surrounded her. His movements were perfectly timed with hers. As she dipped into a squat, Erwin bent with her. His inner thighs were firm against her hips, and his chest pressed against her back as they stood back up.

Y/N could feel his exhale on the back of her neck. Goosebumps spread down her back at the sensation. She shook off the blush on her cheeks before he could see it in her reflection. They continued for a few more reps, until Erwin broke the rhythm. He had been consistent, until he accidentally pressed his hips against Y/N as they stood back up. For a brief second, his arms dropped as he contemplated pulling away.

"Sorry," he clipped before returning to his position.

"S'okay." Her voice was breathy. She couldn't tell if it was from the workout or the Commander's proximity.

This time at the bottom of the squat, Y/N thought she could feel something that hadn't been there before. You're kidding, right? You don't honestly believe that. She scolded herself for even thinking that.

But then they stood up, and the pressure of his cock was more obvious as they rose. A small, involuntary groan left Y/N's mouth. Erwin must have heard it because he backed away from her before she was even standing upright. He looked to the ground with shame and to try to hide his obvious blush. However, Y/N didn't notice whether or not he was embarrassed. Without Erwin behind her, she felt off balance and started to teeter forward with a gasp.

Before she needed to take a step forward, Erwin pressed his hand flat against her stomach and supported the bar with his other hand. He dragged his hand down to grip her hip as he steadied her. Y/N rested the bar on the rack but didn't move away from him. His fingertips were digging into her hip, but she didn't mind. Y/N stared at him in the mirror, but he wasn't looking at their reflections. His eyes were locked on the place where her neck met her shoulder. He squeezed her hip for second before he flexed his fingers back and released her.

Erwin cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. I believe I have a meeting with Hange in a few minutes."

"Oh, well thank-." Y/N stopped speaking when she realized he was already walking away.

What the hell just happened?

Y/N rested her hand where his had been; the feeling of his grip lingered on her skin. She took a deep breath and turned to flee to the shower but froze. Connie had been sitting three machines down and had presumably seen the entire ordeal. Of all the cadets, it had to be the teenage boy. Shock was scrawled across his face as his mouth hung slightly agape.

"What the hell just happened?" He scream-whispered.