Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number: ( 18 ) stomach kiss
Some of the training regimens were beyond stupid. As he shifts his eyes down to the shorter figure at his side, he can’t really decide whether or not this is one of them or not. On one hand, his hands were frozen, and his fingers were stiff and curled around the straps of his bag. On the other, this kept Annie pretty close to him. And he couldn’t complain about that.
” We should rest here, ” he mutters after a moment, nodding to the mouth of a small cave. He’s not sure how deep it is, how occupied it may be, or how stable the roof could be trusted to be, but the netting under the soles of his boots weren’t doing their job so well anymore, and he had snow melting into his socks. He didn’t care, he needed to sit down.
When she doesn’t answer, he glances down to her anxiously, and is relieved to see she’s scoping out the entrance of the cave. ” Okay, ” she replies simply, and he veers their course.
Despite the cold, his flesh burns against her palms. She wonders how he can complain about the snow with how warm he is, but she wonders, briefly, if she has any right to do so herself. The thought is dismissed almost as soon as it comes when Eren offers a light gasp above her — her hands probably wandered too high without her noticing again.
Rather than apologizing, she just pulls them down a bit to rest them at the bottom of his rib cage, fingers gently probing into the flesh. This time, when he squirms, it’s with a laugh.
” Quit it, ” he mutters, but he has a grin plastered on his face. His hands move down from his face to hers, cupping her frost - nipped ears and cheeks. ” It tickles. “
” Really. ” She lets her fingers roam down his sides again, finally pushing his shirt up a little. She ignores his protesting little whine about how cold it was, and digs the toe of her boots into the snow to push herself up higher on him.
Now level with his chest, she presses a light kiss against the dip where his rib cage meets, and revels in the way his fingers curl behind her ears, and the way his chest rises with the hitch of his breath. Since he doesn’t protest, she hunches her shoulders a smidge, inching downward to ghost a few more gentle kisses over the warm flesh of his abdomen.
” Annie. ” His voice is breathy, something of a dreamy sigh or an after thought. Tanned fingers trail gingerly over the curve of her jaw before moving instead to her shoulders, and over her back.
” What? ” Her own wander up to his collarbone, thumbs brushing over the outline of the bone jutting against his skin.
” You’re really warm. ” He’s tracing shapeless patterns against her shoulder blades, trying to mirror the way the pads of her fingers danced so delicately up to his throat.
A light hum is her only response as another trail of kisses is fluttered down to his navel. She pauses when he gasps again, and presses her thumbs gingerly into his clavicle, narrow digits curving to cup his neck.
When her hold tightens, and strains his breath, he closes his eyes, ignoring the snow biting into his back, and instead fixes his attention on the way her mouth finds the perfect spot against his left hip.
No, he decides, this mission is definitely not as ridiculous as I thought.
