Juliet Diekman is the daughter of a well-respected Marleyan scientist who works alongside the military.
In a new proposal, he is asked to go on an expedition to Paradis for research purposes before planning their big attack. He agrees, only if his b...
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smut warning - if you wanna skip it, the beginning and end will be marked w/ a '༄' and please, spare me. this is my first time writing smut.
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ARMIN STEPS INTO THE ROOM on the ship's lower level, his eyes immediately drawn to the small circular window that offers a view of the endless water outside. The faint sound of the ocean fills the air, soothing and rhythmic, but the room itself is surprisingly quiet. He takes in the space—it's small, but there's something almost cozy about it. A single bed is set in the center, its plain sheets rumpled from previous use, and the wooden walls are smooth, polished by the motion of the sea over time.
Armin moves toward the bed, settling himself down on the edge of it. The mattress dips slightly beneath his weight.
Behind him, the door creaks softly, and he turns his head just as Juliet steps inside, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. She leans her back against it, letting her hands rest loosely at her sides.
Armin glances around the room again before looking back at her, his voice breaking the silence. "It's actually kind of cozy for being on a ship," he comments, his tone light.
Juliet chuckles softly as she pushes herself off the door and takes a few steps closer. "Yeah," she agrees, her voice low, "It's not bad." She watches him for a moment longer, her heart still racing from everything that had happened between them just moments before, but now, here in the quiet of the room, there's something even more intimate in the air.
Juliet steps forward and sits next to Armin on the bed, her leg brushing his as she settles down. The bed creaks softly beneath the added weight, but the silence that follows is filled with an unspoken warmth between them. She turns her head slightly, a playful smile curling at the edge of her lips as she gazes at him.
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"So," she begins, her tone teasing, "What was that question you asked me earlier?" She tilts her head, her eyes glinting with amusement, fully aware of how flustered it had made him the first time.
Armin feels the heat rise in his cheeks immediately, the redness creeping up to the tips of his ears. He tries to turn his face away, hoping to hide his embarrassment, but it's no use. He can still feel her gaze on him, patient and knowing.
With a nervous chuckle, he finally gives in, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I, uh," he starts, his voice a little shaky as he glances at her out of the corner of his eye, "I asked if I could kiss you again."
He stumbles over the words slightly, his face now fully flushed, but his sincerity is clear.
Juliet leans in slowly, her eyes never leaving him, and stops just as their noses touch, her breath warm against his skin. "I guess you could," she whispers, her voice soft but full of affection, a smile dancing on her lips.
