Wings: Common Life [Aot/SnK Fanfic]

An Unwanted Image

It was a rare occurence to wake up without an aid of an alarm clock, and even more to wake up with his girlfriend beside him. Armin knew that he would have his ass kicked if ever Levi would barge into Iris’ room to wake her and not find his daughter there, but waking up to the sight of his girlfriend snoring beside him, her hair looking like it was hit by a tornado and drool coming down her chin was a peaceful sight – not to mention, funny. Sneakily getting his phone, Armin took a photo of Iris sleeping beside him before she woke. She would kill him if she ever found out that he had that photo of her. He was going to save that for future purposes.

Maybe it was her body clock, but as soon as Armin turned off his phone, Iris woke up, yawning. She wiped the drool off her chin and forced her eyes to open. She smiled when she saw him. 

“Good morning,” she yawned.

“Morning,” Armin greeted back. “You fell asleep last night before we could find out who the killer is.”

“Well, you have a soothing voice,” she murmured. Armin blushed when Iris suddenly leaned over him to retrieve the book from the bedside. Her breasts here pressing on his chest, and it did not help that she was not wearing her bra. He could feel everything. And it did not help with what comes in the morning. “My money is still on the priest – the one who was the attendant of the Pope.”

“And what makes you think that?” Armin asked, he sighed in relief when Iris sat back at her spot and skimmed the book. “You read the end, didn’t you?”

“No! I mean, come on! The Vatican Police guy may be suspicious but his actions are more… is patriotic the word for that?”

Armin chuckled. “I think devote fits him more.” He sat up to listen to Iris’ reasoning more intently.

“Yeah, and there has been no mention of the Illuminatis in this book making a book other than the assassin. And based on the corpse’s description – about the poisoning – who else is there to give the Pope his medication other than his adopted son, right?”

“But why, though?” Armin asked. “The why is what’s important.”

Iris was in deep thought. Her finger was pressed against her lips whilst her eyes were staring into the unknown. In her head, he could just picture how she was trying to decipher the things in the book. Amused by her little mannerism, Armin got up and pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her to bring her close to him so he could rest his head just by the base of her neck. 

“Figured it out?” He asked.

“He can’t not want to be Pope, if he comes one then he’ll be the most powerful guy in the Catholic church… but he’s not qualified to be one. Maybe it's because he’s losing his grip of influence on the current Pope that he needs a new one, but the ones who choose the next Pope are those guys in the room.”

“You still have a few chapters to figure it out, Detective.” Armin kissed her neck. “So you don’t have to do it now. Let’s just enjoy the morning and the breakfast your dad made for all of us, and then enjoy the day…” Smiling, Iris turned to Armin and placed a kiss on his forehead. “And not that I’m kicking you out, but it would be for the best if you head out before the Detective Ackerman kicks down my door because you’re not in your room.”

In a swift move, Iris disregarded the book and pinned him down in the bed. Her legs straddling each side of his waist, Armin hoped she would not look down, but it seemed too late because she said, “you sure I should go now? You don’t need help with anything?”

A deep blush came to his cheeks and to the tip of his ears, Armin swallowed and said, “I’m not really comfortable doing it in your parents’ house.”