Black Panties || Eren Jeager

He kisses her neck and she feels as if she's floating, levitating. Her breath gets caught in her throat just as her heart in the confines of the interior of her ribs. Because she knows she shouldn't say too much. Or anything at all.

She smells the acrid scent of marihuana and alcohol in his breath, with a touch of mint. Always that flavour when they kiss, when they breathe, when they touch, when they swim inside each other's eyes. What else is there left? Only his mint. Because his hands will disappear from her body the moment she opens her round and rosy mouth to embrace every syllable of his name.

She whispers when she voices it.

She always does.

It is something that the chocolate-haired boy has grown accustomed to. He even whispers hers back when the soft girl is out of his eyesight. Notwithstanding this fact, he always wanders back to her mouth instead of analyzing the sound of her breath uniting the letters that compound his name. That cavern that Eren would die to explore once more. Or maybe cocaine is the one who yearns for it, for her; for the vanilla scent that mingles in the air even when she has long left and the remains of the fire that both of them ignited is long forgotten in the void of his fully-covered in drugs apartment.

Or maybe she is a new addiction that he's becoming too fond of.

But Eren knows- he's well aware of it -that addictions are meant to kill him. To end with the repetitive and composed trump of his heart. If he still has one.

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When you moved to your new dorm, you weren't expecting your roommate to have such an interesting half-brother.

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