gym buddies •r

4. cardio

Reiner's apartment is bigger than you imagined. After the foyer you step into, to your right was an expansive living room with two couches, enough to sit a whole group of friends. Hes got a couple plants and some cool paintings on the walls, the kitchen had an island and was clean except for a couple dirty dishes in the sink. On the seventh floor too, hard-wood floors, big windows. He must make some good money working for his family, whatever that meant, you made a mental note to get some more details about that from him later. For now, you had other plans with Reiner.

He seemed nervous bringing you here, the walk over was short but silent, like the two of you were still trying to grasp what just happened and what is about to happen. After having two seconds to yourself to breathe in his place, Reiner locked the door, spun you around, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for another kiss. Of course, you return it, wrapping your arms up around his neck. His kisses were slow but hungry, as if he was savoring the taste of you. It felt amazing against your lips, you've been wondering for so long if he felt the same way about you and here you were in his apartment, about to give him everything you have to offer.

Feeling the intensity of the moment, your tongue gently slides across his lips, but Reiner pulls away. He leans down, your foreheads leaning on one another. His hazel eyes are full of lust. "I know you're already here, but are you sure you want to do this?" he asks you, voice almost at a whisper. His right hand comes up to your hair, his fingers slowly run through your ponytail, trying to be gentle to you. "We could slow it down right now, if you want, take things easy?"

Honestly, what did you expect from Reiner? This is the same guy who over-explained exercises to you and who constantly checked up on how you were feeling throughout your sessions at the gym. Of course he was going to be cautious in this situation with you. You decide to be boldly honest. "Reiner," you hiss his name, and he likes how it sounds off your tongue like that. You reach up to your hair and gently twist your locks out of your ponytail, that's been giving you a headache, and you shake it out, playing into it a little bit. "I've been thinking about you for weeks," you confess. "I'm not walking away from you now."

Reiner loves your hair when it's down on your shoulders, it's the first time he hasn't seen it tucked up and away. He wants to see you in more places where you don't have to wear your hair up, but he'll find out where to take you later. You continue your confession, "I've been trying to read you, but I never could." You lay your hands on his chest, something you've been wanting to do since you laid your eyes on him. "I never thought you wanted me," you tell him, "I never thought you were even interested in me."

With that, Reiner grabs you by your hips and lifts you into the air. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and heat shoots up your body, from between your legs, up into your chest, then painted across your face. Reiner walks you over to the kitchen counter and gently sets your bum down. He holds your face in his hands and looks at you intently. "I've been trying to keep my hands off you since we met," he says, that raspy voice coming out of him again. He smashes his lips into yours and another soft whine leaves your throat at his admission. "You're always so pretty when you walk in," Reiner whispers between smooches, "And you don't even know it."

You drink in his compliments as well as his scent, musky and with the perfect hint of cologne. His lips move from yours down to your jaw line, and your hands find their way into his soft blonde hair, which is still slightly sweaty from your previous workout with him. "And today," he continues, his tongue making contact with the skin on your neck, and you let out a small gasp. Reiner's large hands snake up to your back, holding your bare skin then running his fingers down the thin straps of fabric lining your bra, "you walked in wearing this thing, this sexy thing that had me fighting the urge to rip it off you all day."