The Ereri Project!

Spoon

A/N: The morning after the "First Night".

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That morning should have been like every other.

Lonely. Cold. Quiet.

But instead I woke up being spooned by a brat I had never expected to see again.

I remember everything that happened last night, but the way I suspect other people remember dreams. It's all fuzzy around the edges after ten o' clock and way too good to be true.

In fact, until I realized I was pinned to my bed by my waist, I thought last night hadn't even happened.

So I turn over and look at my bedmate. Yup, that's definitely Eren.

He's tall and he grew up broader than I expected he might. His hair is still shaggy but shorter than he wore it as a kid.

He isn't muscular but he also isn't unattractive, against my usual type but I'll let it slide this once. His face is just as cute as I remember, but in a different way.

It's easy for me to see past the child he was to who he is now.

I want him to open his eyes so I can see if they're still the same. I can't remember from last night.

I'm surprised at how quickly I'm growing attached to him. He's not even awake yet and I don't want him to leave. I just want to lay here in his arms forever.

I roll back over and push my back against his chest. He curls his arms a little tighter around me in his sleep and tucks his knees up behind mine. I close my eyes as he nuzzles into the back of my neck.

Absently, I think I should probably call Erwin and tell him I won't be in today, but as I recall he'd been out with Hanji, Mike, and I last night so he might already have an idea where I am.

I think I'm lying there halfway between being awake and asleep for an hour before I hear the intake of breath signifying that Eren is waking up.

I pout when he let's me go to stretch. I roll over just enough that I can look at him. "Ah," he gasps when he notices me looking at him. His cheeks flush. "Good morning."

"Morning," I say, sitting up.

I pick up his boxers off the floor and pull them on before making my way to the kitchen, not completely anticipating how much it would hurt to walk, but I take it in stride. "You want coffee?" I ask.

"Yeah," he replies, sitting up as well. "Why're you walking like that?"

I snort. "What're you, new? I told you it's been a while."

I enjoy the blush on his cheeks when he walks out in the jeans and undershirt he'd worn last night. He definitely couldn't fit into my clothes if he tried; too broad and too tall.

I turn to my refrigerator to look for something to cook. He sighs. "I don't do things like this, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do." From the sound of it, he's talking into his arms on the tabletop.

I smile and look back at him. "You like to cuddle," I say.

"Hm?" he looks up from his arms.

"You were spooning me most of night," I says. "You like to cuddle and I think that's cute."

His ears go red with the rest of his face this time. "So?"

I walk over and kiss the top of his head. "Just be cute like you've always been," I say. "That's what you're supposed to do. Don't worry about it."

We end up having McDonald's for breakfast.