I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
[So it goes again, then. Aubrey loves it, she loves this, she loves Eren. Her hands run through his hair, pull at his neck, cradle his nape. She’s content with this, more than.
['More.' Aubrey's thought is echoed immediately, a call and response. Eren deepens the kiss on instinct, hands gripping tighter where they already lay - her face, her waist.]
"More what...?" [There's some expectation to that thought - wishful thinking, maybe.]
[He feels her smirk pull at his lips, and a smile of his own follows. If they were farther apart, facing each other, it might reveal that one smile is more sheepish than the other. You'd never guess whose...
[The smirk turns into a full-on smile, soft and affectionate. A thought not shared: Thank god. It’s nice not having to rehash, even if they can get away with saying it all in silence.]
“I’d like that.” [She lets one hand dip below the neck of his shirt, fingers tracing over bare muscle.] “If you would…”
“With you?” [She pulls her head back only slightly, just enough to nod a little, and look up at him. It’s nice of him to ask, of course—all the more endearing, actually. But…]
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[It’s happening whether they want it to or not, isn’t it?]
[This is Hell. And they have each other.]
[She tugs for his forehead to press against hers.] I love you.
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[He lets their foreheads rest. He kisses her lips.]
I never used to say that.
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Yeah?
[She kisses him.]
Me neither.
[She kisses him.]
I like it, though.
[She kisses him, again, longer. As if none of it will ever be enough.]
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[He kisses her, he kisses her, he kisses her. Talking with your mouth is overrated, actually. There are better uses to put it to.]
'I like it too. With you.'
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“You, too....”
[So it goes again, then. Aubrey loves it, she loves this, she loves Eren. Her hands run through his hair, pull at his neck, cradle his nape. She’s content with this, more than.
[A thought escapes her this time, though: More.]
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"More what...?" [There's some expectation to that thought - wishful thinking, maybe.]
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[These sessions usually find Aubrey’s face warm; it’s deeper when the thought echoes. She doesn’t pull away, though, holding him tighter.]
“You said ‘wait for me’… twice, y’know.” [A tug of a smirk on her lip.] “Do you remember the second…?”
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[Eren's face feels warm.]
"I remember."
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[The smirk turns into a full-on smile, soft and affectionate. A thought not shared: Thank god. It’s nice not having to rehash, even if they can get away with saying it all in silence.]
“I’d like that.” [She lets one hand dip below the neck of his shirt, fingers tracing over bare muscle.] “If you would…”
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"You're sure?"
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“With you?” [She pulls her head back only slightly, just enough to nod a little, and look up at him. It’s nice of him to ask, of course—all the more endearing, actually. But…]
“I’m sure.”
fade to black lmao