⋄ ⊱ ACT THREE ⊰ ⋄
The Definition Of Us
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Hange traces their finger along the outside of your shoulder, supple touch as they soothe you from the sex still coursing through your veins.
As you lie next to them, your breathing slows as you watch their expression; flatlined with softness, small smiles breaking through the current whenever their touch visibly tickles your skin. Their cheek presses against a pillow, their skin is bare as they had stripped themself moments before you lied together.
"It's only fair." They had said, unbuttoning their shirt and removing the rest of the fabrics from their body shortly after.
You wonder why they had been so content with this seemingly one sided encounter. Their lips never asked for a return. They only offer and they only give. Even as you share a bed, they continue to flutter your stomach with warm emotions and soft, tender kisses.
"Beautiful." the word whispers from their lips, hardly audible over the pound of your heart beating hastily in your ears. Yet even in its silence, your chest soars at the sound of their voice. And finally, you allow yourself to observe their presence.
Your confession of Hange's beauty hadn't been in the heat of the moment. It was a truthful acknowledgement. Your eyes scan down their face, to the soft skin of their neck; watching as a delicate bump rises and falls at their throat in tune with their breath. Their collarbone dips at the top of their chest, a perfect welcoming to the breasts they display with open confidence. Small and perky, their nipples are tinted with a dark, rosy hue. It's hard not to stare, with half of their spine to the pillows it's as if they intentionally show them off just for you to see.
Your eyes trail down to their ribs which probe out of their flesh as they contort their back to face you. Their slender figure is tucked away into the sheets, their navel barely visible to you as the rest of their body hides from view.
"You're quite the observer." Hange says through a crooked smile, shooting your attention back up to them.
Quickly, you look away, your mouth opens to apologize but their hand pulls your eyes back up, holding it there by your chin as your lips part; eyes locked on them.
"I enjoy being studied," that same seduction you heard from earlier in the evening shines through, "Almost as much as I enjoy studying you."
You're unable to form a response before they press a kiss to your lips. A soft offering of affection that makes your gut feel as though you had just leaped from the branches of a tree. You want it to last forever, for this night in bed with the Commander to never see a sunrise, but you know it's a foolish thought.
As they pull away, they continue with their borderline taunting words, "You know, I normally offer a second round," they grin, lying flat on their back while keeping their face turned to you, "But you seem pretty shaken by the first already."
You can't help but laugh, pulling the sheets on your side up and over your shoulder to shield yourself from the night's cold air.
"I suppose you do this often then?" you ask, not offended by their statement, more so curious.
Hange breathes a laugh, "Do what, my dear?"
Your fingers grab hold of a loose thread from the pillow you lie on, twirling it as you speak, "Invite women over for dinner, but sleep with them instead." your lip curls into a smirk with your words.
You lift your stare up to them, catching theirs already on you. The dancing flames from above cast a warm glow onto their face, accentuating the badge on their left eye and hiding the other in dark shadows.
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CIRCLE (Hange Zoe x fem Reader)
Fanfiction' Until we meet again, Y/N. ' ⋄ ⊱ ❈ ⊰ ⋄ Having spent your life as a florist, violence and war had never introduced itself to you. That is, until you met them. You came as a distraction, and you liked it that way. Single nights spent in simplicity a...
