![]() He can’t take his eyes off you, afraid he’ll break the spell. You’re still standing in Jean’s arms, red faces scant millimeters apart. As if she has some weird ability for choosing the exact right moment, Sasha throws the door open. “How much time is left?” he asks, and he’s so close to you that you can feel the vibration of his voice from his chest in your own. After a few minutes, he breaks the contact and pants, out of breath from how long he’s been kissing you but also because his heart is jackrabbiting like he’s been running a marathon. When you meet his tongue with yours, he tries to stifle his moan as he deepens the kiss, caressing your cheek as he explores your mouth. He’s always a gentleman, never pushes for more before you indicate that you want it. You part your lips and he accepts the invitation to swipe his tongue along the outside of your lips. “Can we do that again?” he sighs, his eyes shifting between yours and your lips. His lips are so soft, so sweet, and you miss them as soon as he pulls away to drink in your features as well. The way his long, thick lashes are colored just like his hair – dark near the lashline but fading to blonde at the tips. The light freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his nose. You can feel the heat of his blush radiating from his cheeks onto yours and when you open you eyes a little you see all the details of his face you’ve never been able to take in before. He looks shocked for a second… and then his instincts take over and he envelopes you in his arms, presses his lips back on yours. “It’s not,” you whisper and you stand on your toes to give him a peck on the lips. “Shit, that sounds really creepy, I’m sorry.” Your eyes go wide and he gasps, then looks away quickly. “I’ve actually been dreaming about this for a long time.” “I was worried you would think it’s weird.” He steps toward you and grasps your chin, tilts your face up to his and stops just short of your lips. “I don’t think that’s weird at all,” he breathes. The word makes blood rush to your cheeks instantly and you wonder if this is where your friendship with Jean dies in humiliation and disgust. “I mean… one … kiss … it probably wouldn’t be too weird, would it?” you say hopefully. ![]() You’ve wanted to tell him how much you like him for so long but there never seemed to be a natural opportunity, and you worried that maybe you misinterpreted his signals or it might ruin your friendship. The suggestion in his voice makes you lightheaded. Maybe this is my chance, and if it’s weird we can just blame it on Sasha and her dumb games. He’s trying to play it safe in case you’re not interested or ready to take this step but his heart is pounding. “You know, Sasha’s going to make us take another turn if she finds out we just stood here talking,” he murmurs, the corner of his lips quirks a bit. You both stop talking and he laughs nervously, rubs his undercut while his eyes shyly dart to the side. He starts to talk at the same time you do. “Nope, first up is Jean and YN!” Sasha drags both of you over to a small bedroom and shoves you inside, closes the door and starts the stopwatch on her phone. He decides to go chat up a silver-haired girl in the kitchen who’s short but looks like she could drop kick him if she wanted to. Reiner looks pissed but he always looks pissed. They do this every time and never have come back for the rest of the game. “I volunteer me and Historia!” Ymir cries and drags her off by the wrist, not even waiting for the ceremonial locating of a closet or bedroom. You look over to Jean and he’s sweating too. “Hey guys, let’s play 7 minutes!” She turns to you, her eyes light up and your stomach twists. Idiots to lovers, right? You two are so dense and it’s driving her crazy that you get so close to confessing and then you both get scared and go back to shy glances. Sasha gets this brilliant but not well thought out idea to play 7 minutes in heaven because she keeps trying to push you and Jean together. Annie is sitting it out with Armin and Mikasa but Bert is cautiously interested. ![]() Reiner is interested because Historia is there but Ymir keeps shooting him dirty looks. Maybe Eren too, though Armin and Mikasa are rolling their eyes and thinking it’s dumb. You know Connie and Sasha are in on this. THIS LITERALLY MADE ME WEAK IN THE KNEES HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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