Secret Life

Not Now...

"Okay two things," Hanji says sitting down to breakfast three days after we started listening to the tapes. "One, ran the words by the little blonde coconut. Turns out the language is German, and not many people around here speak it - naturally or otherwise."

"Interesting," I comment sipping my tea. "I wonder why."

"Well according to him, it's a very difficult language for a non-native speaker to, well, speak. He said he's only able to speak it so well because of growing up with Eren, but even so he still has some trouble with it."

"So Eren is a native German speaker?"

"Yep, yep. German between him and his dad, English with everyone else."

"Makes sense," I murmur thoughtfully sipping . Reminds me of what happened in his room one night.

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Somehow he convinced me to lie in the bed with him (not that I was completely against that); he pulled my body against his, the warmth from him seeping into my bones. He then wrapped an arm around me and used his other hand to stroke my waist. I suppressed a shiver as best I could but couldn't stop the small sigh that escaped my lips. I was dozing off when he said under his breath but by my ear, "Entzückende kleine scheiße [Adorable little shit]."

"What the fuck was that?" I demanded now wide awake and for some reason breathless.

"Zometin vrong Echō?" He sounded strange, but I could just tell he was grimacing without turning around.

"Yeah you sound weird. It's not a titan thing, is it?"

"Nein - I mean no Heichō," his voice changed a bit too drastic for my liking, so I turned around in his arms and looked him in the eye.

"Listen up you shitty brat. This is not something I make a habit of; we both could get into a lot of trouble if someone catches us like this."

"I understand sir," he said and added, "And it's nothing bad, sir, I promise." His eyes sparkled with conviction, so I take it he's okay.

"Tch. Just don't know what it is you said, and now I won't be able to sleep."

"Well," he started thinking about something. "If I kept repeating it, will you sleep then?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"Well, it would be like saying one vowel or "ohm" while meditating - something for you to focus on to empty your mind and go to sleep. Plus, it's something the two of us can do together."

I rolled my eyes. "I wouldn't sleep because I'd be too busy trying to understand what you said, you shitty brat."

His pretty lips formed an "o" and then laughed softly. "I can repeat what I said, but I can't tell you what it means."

"Why the hell not?" I asked confused. "Why repeat the phrase if you won't say what it means?"

"Because I know you'd kill me if I told you," he said shyly.

"Is it that bad?" I asked flatly.

"Depends on how you see it," he answered shrugging a shoulder. We stared at each other for a moment before I decided to sleep rather than worry about it.

"Tch, fine. Just be sure to tell me eventually," I said rolling back over to go to sleep.

"Thank you, sir," he said cheerfully getting comfortable as well before daring to whisper in my ear, "Entzückende kleine Scheiße. Bald werden Sie in meinem Schoß wie das gute kleine Kätzchen schnurren werden sind Sie [You adorable little shit. Soon you will be purring in my lap like the good little kitten you are]." I could hear the smirk in his voice, but that didn't stop my spine or knees from quivering.