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the sky and what's left above it

Summary: Three years didn't leave much room for error and she'd had plenty for regrets. With any luck, this decision wouldn't ever become one of them. (Post-Canon AU)

a/n: Technically, it's in the same universe-soup as Between Heaven & Earth, but I couldn't find a narratively appropriate spot for it, so uh, here you go. Smut below the cut.

In the hotel, she rolled over, naked under thin sheets. The window was shut. Sunlight filtering in through curtains. The candle was still on the end-table, wick frozen in a coagulated wax pool.

The previous Vice-Captain of the Warrior Unit and humanity's greatest pariah since Wilhelm Tybur. It wasn't as if either of them would be of use to Marley without their powers. Living vestiges of a more savage time in mankind's history. Annie was willing to let the more impassioned Warriors take up that diplomantic mantle in her stead.

Eren, on paper, should've been a better choice despite the controversy. But he'd refused. He was just another soldier. If his own country wouldn't take him back, that was as much an answer as he'd wait for.

Elopement was a better deal than being sent to Heaven. There was no one to invite on Eren's side, and Annie agreed to secrecy, but Galliard and Finger and Braun showed up to congratulate them anyway. It was Grice's brother that tipped them off. The officant in the courthouse had been understanding. Her father's silence was itself a blessing.

Three years didn't leave much room for error and she'd had plenty for regrets. With any luck, this decision wouldn't ever become one of them. Or she wouldn't live to see the day.

An impression of his body against crumpled sheets. Eren must have gone out while she was sleeping.

She took the opportunity to wash up, throwing on an older shirt and some chinos. Her wristlet was in her jacket pocket. Late morning. She'd fallen asleep with his arm around her waist. It was the first time in a while they'd slept in the same bed for more than a couple of hours, but neither of them seemed to manage more than six. On the train out of Liberio, he'd kissed her knuckles, where a ring ought to be, and told her he loved her.

She passed her thumb along the spot. He ought to have left a note, at least. They were supposed to take a train to Mer tonight. From there, they'd board a boat and get out of Marley and make a new home in one of the Mid-Eastern countries.

The door opened. Eren walked in. He resembled the old disguise, sans the lack of leg. Sunlight caught the circles under his eyes. He looked at her and shifted into a friendlier demeanor.

"I thought I'd woken you."

Annie shrugged. "I woke up late."

Eren walked over. "Just got the tickets. We could get something to eat," he began, "the train isn't due to leave until this afternoon," but she'd wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his chin. He'd need another shave, though he couldn't grow much of a beard. A soft sound of surprise stuck in his throat before he tipped his head down.

"Will you come to bed?" she whispered.

He chuckled. Slipping under the circle of her arms, he glanced at his own wristlet. "Yeah," he husked, shrugging out of the suit, unfastening his trousers, "I'll be with you in a moment."

She sat on edge of the bed, Eren dropped to his knees in front of her.

She slid her leg across his shoulder and he seemed to get the idea. Turning to kiss her thigh. A fist in his hair tugged him forward, and he husked out a laugh that went right to her aching flesh.

Time fell away. Her shaky breaths and his slow lapping. Stifling a moan, her head craned back to meet the sheets. Her face in the crook of her elbow. His hand groped about, finding hers atop his head and squeezing. There wasn’t a defense against tenderness.

Afterward, he pushed himself up to kiss her belly, breasts. Nudged her arm aside to steal a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck. When he came up for air, she had him in a headlock. Eren didn't seem to mind. His thumb dipped between her legs. Rough half-circles. Her jaw snapped open. Just as his rhythm picked up, he pulled away to step out of his chinos. She sucked in a breath closer to a sob. She wasn't sure how much more teasing she could take.

He stopped. "Does that hurt?"

"N-no," she panted, mouth curling, "I just—need you."

Talking felt like a waste of breath, so she lifted her hips. His arm slipped under her waist, braced her against his thighs, as he reached down to guide himself. She took a deep breath as he entered, getting comfortable with his size. His lips on her throat. Curve of her chin. Their mouths brushed, too slight for a kiss.

With each roll of his hips, the billow of uneven breaths against each other’s skin, it wasn't desperate. Heat flooding to the rest of her body and his feverish skin. A thread of longing beneath the tenderness. Sex had always been a pragmatic distraction. A means of assertion where words wouldn’t suffice. What else could it be to a Warrior? The child that survived would outlive its parents. If anyone was going to screw an Eldian into her, might as well be him.

Next thrust, the metal bedframe knocked against the wall. A voice on the other side shouted in Marleyan, something about whether they were in a whorehouse.

“Fuck off!” she barked. Last time she’d had to break up fights, she was still living in Liberio. She could never afford to be preoccupied like this. She glanced at Eren. Expression on his face was endearing. "Don't stop," she muttered, switching back to Eldian.

"M'not." Forehead to hers, he took a breath. Pushing himself upright, he squeezed her thigh and muttered, “You’re noisy.”

A year's habitation bled into his voice, blunted his vowels. With a flush burning on her face, she huffed. “You talk like a tourist.”

“Yeah,” switching to accented Marleyan. With his mouth just under her ear, he'd feel how badly she was shaking."Want me to fuck you harder?"

She wriggled back against him. Hiccupy little groans and sighs tumbled from her mouth with each slap of his hips. “That’s it,” he purred, at an angle that made her voice jump another octave. “Take me so well. Made for me, weren’t you?”

Annie would've smirked, but in the throes could only bite her fist. Stealing kisses from the corner of her mouth. Her legs wrapped around his back, spurring him on. An earnest lover, despite his inelegance. Annie couldn't complain.

Release creeping up faster than she could articulate. Her body tightening of its own accord. Their eyes met, and she couldn't keep it together, spine arching, dragging him in the undertow. Eren grabbed the headboard, rhythm turning sloppy. A gasp ripped out of him like he'd been punched and he held himself on trembling arms. Slumped across her as if he'd been shot. She ran a hand through his short-cropped hair. He'd never taken his shirt off.

His breathing evened out before hers. His mouth grazed her cheek. "That good?" She hummed, eyes closed. A warm, firm kiss made her head swim. Pushing himself up, he smoothed her hair from her face. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

“I’m resting my eyes.”

"There'll be time for that on the train."

He had a little come on his nose. She smirked and thumbed it away, the way Dreyse used to correct her lipstick. He blinked. The ridiculousness of the idea, their situation, caught up with her. Annie started snickering. After a tentative moment, he joined in. Haze of relief, post-coital, lowered her defenses.

"I love you," she said.

His eyes flickered to hers, as if he'd misheard. Annie reached up and touched his face. He kissed the heel of her palm and whispered, "Love you, too."

a/n: I've recently decided to start up a twitter account. Come say hello if you wish, and thanks for reading! :)

#reblog #fanfic #ereani #ereannie #now w/a different summary #for the sake of overall narrative continuity :D

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Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

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