Building Bridges and Broken Walls (Attack On Titan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four (Cracks)

You and Jean go back to the bunkhouse together, Jean explaining how he had always had a spark around Marco and his growing interest in Kir. His eyes fill with excitement as he tells you stories about his experiences with the two guys. He's enfatuated with the two and he seems so happy talking about them.

After seeing Jean upset the day before, to see him so excited and happy to have someone to talk to was nice. You listen as he finishes telling you about how he fell a top of Marco one time when they were wrestling.

He laughs loudly and looks at you with bright pink cheeks and wet eyes. His smile made your heart skip a beat. He was so handsome. Just the thought of his own joy made you overwhelmingly happy.

You push the thought of him out of your mind and roll onto your stomach. You're happy to help, but every moment hurt internally. You bury your face into the sheets, frowning into the warming surface.

"You alright?" Jean asks.

He places a hand on your shoulder, the contact making you uncomfortable. You let his hand stay though, making your insides bubble.

"I'm fine,  just tired. Why would Keish want us to train together?" You ask.

Jean sits beside you on the bed as you sit up lazily. "I don't know how to explain it." His hands rest behind his head, scratching his neck. "You fight differently than anyone here and well...I don't know why he chose me to train you, but I think it's you who will teach me a few things."

You smile towards him, acknowledging the compliment. "Maybe so, but you probably have a few tricks up your sleeve I can learn to." You giggle.

The two of your eyes meet for a moment and you feel your cheeks burn. His face made your insides want to melt. His face gets very serious.

"Maybe I can show you a little of my talent." Leaning slowly closer to you, you can't respond to what Jean was implying. You're confused as he lets his hand slide to your waist, still inching closer. Your skin tingles at the sensation of his touch, but your mind screams no. He closes his eyes, his lips centimeters from yours, his hot breath making you melt like chocolate. Your mind draws a clear.

You close the space between you two, lightly pressing your lips against his, arms reaching to his shoulders finging a place around his neck to rest gently. Jean's other hand reaches to your waist and he pulls you so close you can feel his heartbeat through his chest. Slowly, his weight presses against you, and the soft bed catching your back. His hands rest near your arms as you lay down, slinking to your waist again. You're hands, from his neck, begin to run through the back of his copper-blond hair.

Jean takes his lips from yours for a moment, allowing the two of you to take a short breath. He whispers your name with a low, raspy voice. "(Y/N)."

His eyes lock with yours and a sudden wave of guilt rips at your heart. You can barely breathe. "Jean." You barely choke out.

His hand brushes your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine to your toes. Your face hot as he leans towards your neck, a hot and smooth breath brushing over it. Your senses overwhelm you and the room dissapears. All that is left is Jean, his strong body atop you. His soft lips peck your neck and then up towards your chin. And with enough sensational kisses, you cant stand it anymore. You turn your neck and land a hot, deep kiss on his lips. Moving in unison, a passion so strong that your own body and soul feels one with his.

The slow sound of the creaking door fills your ear, allowing the room to fill with laughter. You and Jean break away and look to it with fear in your hearts. Entering the doorway you find a wide-eyed Connie and a pale faced, freckled Marco. You two freeze.