[ She hasn’t been touched like this in so long, hasn’t been held in a lover’s embrace since she and Eren were foolish children. The kiss is gentle and cruel, all the more vicious for its tenderness, a knife’s edge of despair and hope and longing.
They press against each other perfectly, like they were made for each other. It’s devastating. She wants to scream. She wants to crumple like a piece of wet paper and curl up inside Eren’s chest.
She wants to kiss him forever.
It’s not a surprise, the realization, but it still manages to catch her off guard. She could do this forever, would never get tired of it, would never want to leave. And isn’t that just crazy? Eren Jaegar is mad, a monster wearing a human’s skin, and yet she can’t make herself pull away.
Instead, she pulls him closer, as though she could fuse with his skin and bones through sheer proximity. Her hand goes from his back to his head, fingers tangling in dark hair. She raises herself onto her tiptoes, deepening the kiss.
they’re basically the same person, right? right!
They press against each other perfectly, like they were made for each other. It’s devastating. She wants to scream. She wants to crumple like a piece of wet paper and curl up inside Eren’s chest.
She wants to kiss him forever.
It’s not a surprise, the realization, but it still manages to catch her off guard. She could do this forever, would never get tired of it, would never want to leave. And isn’t that just crazy? Eren Jaegar is mad, a monster wearing a human’s skin, and yet she can’t make herself pull away.
Instead, she pulls him closer, as though she could fuse with his skin and bones through sheer proximity. Her hand goes from his back to his head, fingers tangling in dark hair. She raises herself onto her tiptoes, deepening the kiss.
What on earth is wrong with her? ]