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dorminchu · 25 days ago

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Everlong — Pilot

Summary: Eren begins a tumultuous relationship with an ex-kickboxer who is determined to remain impersonal.

Rating: M

Genre: Romance/Drama

a/n: The first chapter — and something of a pilot episode — for what will likely be my final AoT fic. I've never written a modern AU before but I'll do my best to keep everyone on-brand. :)

It starts the night Armin and Mikasa drag him away to a party. Eren agrees, but he's really only there for the free alcohol. He hangs back at the bonfire next to Connie who just wants someone to drink with. Eren listens, mostly. In the distance someone's blasting Deftones.

Connie grabs his arm. "Hey, look who it is!"

It's impossible not to notice. People on the fringes wave and she nods to them. Her attention turns toward Connie and she begins makes her way towards him.

Connie says, "I'm gonna go get a refill. You want one?"

Eren says, "Yeah."

Connie snorts and disappears.

Annie steps into place.

"Jaeger," she says. "It's been a while."

She's got a few more piercings along her left eyebrow, her nose slightly crooked like it's been snapped back into place a few times. She's wearing a pleated skirt and black tights, a simple white blouse that buttons up to her throat. An evolution on her old look, while he still sticks to jeans and a t-shirt.

He says, "I didn't expect you to be here."

"My cousin Reiner wanted to visit." She shrugs. "He and Bertholdt missed talking to you guys, I guess.

"Are they around?"

"They're probably getting drunk and getting into trouble. But I'll tell Reiner you said hi.

Her expression is difficult to read. Maybe that's as close to an answer as she's willing to broach, she's always been pretty quiet.

She asks if he'd like to catch up instead of waste a can of beer he obviously isn't going to drink. He tells her the legal drinking age in America is twenty one but it hasn't stopped him before, and she just smiles enigmatically. Then he says, "We could go back to my place."

"Won't you be missed?"

Eren shrugs. "I'm tagging along. They'll figure it out pretty quick."

Annie says, "All right. Did you drive?"

"Walked."

Annie says, "Cool."

They walk down the front yard and towards the sidewalk. Their surroundings give way to a suburban sprawl. It's summer. The alcohol is mostly out of his system by now but Eren's head is buzzing.

"Where do you live?" she asks.

He tells her he's living in a duplex. He moves up the stairs as she follows and produces a key. He shuts the door and clicks the lock. Annie removes her leather jacket and he shows her the closet. It's warm enough up here to be uncomfortable.

Annie takes a seat on the sofa. The last time Eren saw her at length, they were juniors in high school and she mostly let him talk at her about homeroom and schoolwork and Ms. Hanji's weird obssession with taxidermy. He can count on one hand the amount of times they've held a two-way conversation.

There's nothing he can say to her that's too lame, so he settles on, "How've you been?"

She shrugs. "I'm still alive. Living with my cousin at the moment. How are you?"

There's not much to say. "Working. Trying to save up money, mostly."

She nods. "That's smart. I think I might take an internship this summer so Reiner doesn't worry as much."

"I thought you were enlisted?"

She frowns. "Didn't work out."

"Damn," he says, "I'm sorry."

She shrugs. "How's your aunt?"

"She's okay. I think she's trying to get back into the dating scene."

Annie looks at her nails. "Online?"

Eren scoffs. "In person. She doesn't know a lot about computers. I had to explain catfishing to her the other day."

Her mouth turns up. He feels warm all of a sudden, like he could stand here and talk to her all evening. In the span of three years, not much has changed. It's nice to see her again even if she remains an enigma.

"Can I get you anything?"

"I'm all right, thanks."

He checks the heater. It's off. It's stuffy in the room, though.

She exhales, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The silence holds as she makes up her mind about something. "Do you want to have sex?"

His breath catches in his throat. He turns and looks at her. "Wh—right now?"

"Yeah," she says in a terse voice. "Or we could meet somewhere else at 01:00 hours, whatever works."

Eren takes a moment to process the situation. She'd never so much as looked his way in high school. He has long since contented himself that she wasn't interested in anybody, let alone someone as milquetoast as him. He swallows dryly. "I don't—when did this start?"

Her mouth curls but it doesn't quite meet her eyes. "I've had a crush on you for a while."

Old memories resurface. Every time she'd asked to study with him, even though she never seemed that interested in anything but her guitar and kickboxing and smoking behind the school with the super seniors. She wasn't above teasing but she'd long since trained him not to let his guard down.

Her ambivalence plagued him into suffering in ignorance until Armin suggested, the year after graduation, that perhaps Annie might've had an alternative motive all along, and Eren's never let himself live it down since.

"Oh," he says.

She shrugs. "You're still pretty cute."

He huffs, not sure how to take that but not offended, either. "Thanks."

She slips off her combat boots. Without the jacket covering her, it's obvious she's not wearing a bra. "You haven't answered my question."

Eren exhales and glances at the door to check that it's locked. "Are you sure?"

When he turns back to her she looks hurt. "Yes."

He's already kicking himself. She holds his gaze, a mirror to his internal conflict. Vulnerable in a way he's never really considered before. He shoves his hands in his pockets while he scrambles for a way to unfuck this opportunity. "I just thought—I dunno. You were out of my league. Or just jerking me around."

She frowns. "Are we having sex or arguing about how oblivious you are?"

He chuckles, at ease. "Both, I guess."

The tension thickens.

"It's been a while for me," she admits. "You're making me nervous."

"You don't have to be nervous," he says.

Her expression softens, just a little. Sweat prickles on his nape as he walks over to her, a surreal waking dream that's finally come to fruition or something equally implausable. As he sits next to her on the couch, she cups the back of his neck before she presses her lips to his jaw, the corner of his mouth. Their noses brush. She smells like vanilla. Her breaths rebound against his face.

Eren kisses her slowly.

His hands cover her neck briefly before sliding down to her shoulders to breasts to the dip of her waist, a contrast of strength and pliability that excites his senses.

As he kisses down her neck, he's working on the buttons of her blouse until she bats him away and takes it off. Gooseflesh spreads over her pale skin. Her nipples are pink, pierced.

"Damn," he breathes. "How long have you had these?"

"About a year."

"That must've hurt like hell."

"It wasn't bad. They took a while to heal." Eren forgets how to speak and takes her in for a moment. In the back of his mind everything his stepsister has tried to drill into his head about piercings and hygine, but he only half-remembers. Annie is looking at him intently.

"Aren't they sensitive?" he mutters.

A flush gathers on her hairline. "It doesn't hurt to be touched." She licks the pad of her thumb and circles over her nipple as it stiffens. "See?

His mouth dries.

"Yeah, I see."

She stops what she's doing and begins stroking his neck, restless. Her voice lowers, "Are you going to stare all night?"

Eren bends to flick his tongue against the areola and her lips part on a gasp. "Do you like that?" he says huskily.

Her grip on his neck flexes. "Yes."

The admission piques his interest. He kisses her sternum, cupping then other breast and feeling the supple weight under his fingers. On impulse he licks his thumb and circles the nipple, kissing her breast as she begins to pant, groaning his surname like an imploration. He sinks his fingers into the soft flesh, kneading.

She winces and grabs his wrist. "Not so hard.

"Sorry." He begins to kiss a path up her collarbone to the column of her throat, curve of her chin. He kisses her eyebrow. "Are you gonna get any more of these?"

"Do you always talk this much during foreplay?"

He laughs. She pulls him down to kiss, bites his bottom lip. He licks at her teeth, not caring whether he leads or is led and so it ends like every other half-fevered grapple, with her in control. She stops to suck a bruise into his jugular. He grunts but makes no attempt to stop her. Her teeth sink into his skin and he gasps, pushing her back by the shoulders.

"Is that too much?" she mutters.

Eren stops and takes his shirt off. He unzips his fly, adjusting himself in his boxers. He's discovering a lot about himself tonight.

Annie sits up too. "Oh. I could help you with that."

The words take a breath or two to register. Eren takes her by the chin. His thumb presses against her lips. She bites the pad before flicking her tongue over the mark and it shouldn't make him as hard as it does. He'd be lying if he's never thought about this.

She skims a palm over his naked chest, down his stomach to the wiry thatch of pubic hair bordering his waistband. Her nails dig into his thighs like she's checking for weak spots and he bites his lip.

She gets off the couch and goes to her knees, her breath warming the tent in his boxers. She takes him out, darts her tongue over the head and he gasps like she's hurting him. A part of him still can't believe this is actually happening but there's no way he's about to interrupt her.

She handles him a little more brusquely than he would himself. At the base, her thumb and index finger don't touch. She runs her tongue along the shaft, and briefly cups his balls before pulling away to size up his erection. She wraps her lips around him, pushing until he hits the back of her throat and she gags softly. He grabs her shoulder. Annie doesn't seem as concerned. She pulls off with a wet pop, taking a breath. His cock weeps. She says, "You're going to make a mess." She licks the bead of precome and pumps slower, pressing the pad of her thumb to the head until he's craning his neck and groaning.

There's a flush along her hairline and he can feel himself getting hotter. Tension behind his navel.

"Fuck," he grits out, "please."

She barely glances up. "I'm giving you enough." She's kissing along his hipbone to his navel. She tenses her grip, but doesn't go any faster. He cups her face with a trembling hand. She turns to kiss the inside of his wrist. "You're big." Her voice is nonchalant even as she's jacking him off steadily. He makes a strangled noise. "I don't think I can take all of this, as much as I'd like to."

Eren sucks in a breath and grabs her by the nape. He's going to lose it if she doesn't stop saying this shit and it's not the first impression he wants to make

Rather than stumble over words he steers her without elaboration. She laughs quietly and engulfs him, keeping one hand firm around the base. She's picking up speed. His hips stammer and he releases. She grunts, swallowing thickly as he goes limp. She pulls off and gets to her feet. Wiping her mouth, she says, "So, was it good for you?"

Eren stares at her, dumbstruck. Aside from the flush, she's back to her stoic self. She isn't smiling but her eyes light up

"Yeah," he says. "Fuck, you're really good at that."

She collects her shirt from the floor and says, "Do you have a bathroom?"

He tucks himself back into his pants. "Uh—yeah. It's on the left."

"I'll be back in a second."

The door opens. He can hear the sink running. She spits. Then comes back into view.

"I didn't think you'd want to kiss me after that," she says, then straddles him. In between making out he helps her out of her clothes. Annie assists in little ways, unbuttoning the dress, rolling down her pantihose and stepping out. Once she's naked, she straddles him again and he can feel her bare and eager against his thigh. He slides a palm down her toned stomach.

"Oh," he groans, "Jesus you're wet."

Annie laughs softly. "You've been distracting me a lot this evening."

He's not quite ready for another round, but he's got an idea. He coaxes her to sit on the sofa.

"Stay there," he mutters, going to his knees, smoothing her thighs.

Annie makes a low sound in her throat. Her legs fall open.

He kisses her inner thigh, pressing his head slowly into her lap. She threads her fingers into his hair. Her breathing deepens, the muscles in her body tensing as he loses himself in the taste of her, salt and sweat and nothing. In a way, he figures, giving head is a lot more intimate than sex alone. There's no logical purpose to it but the proximity and pleasure.

She's trembling, her deep breaths finally giving way to a drawn-out moan. The tension in her body releases in a gentle rush, leaving her limp and quivering.

He pulls away. She's still out of breath when he stands. "Are you okay? I wasn't too rough?"

She looks at him like he's crazy. Pushing herself up, she hedges, "Did you still want to have sex?" He groans. He's been hard for a while. She smirks and then says, very seriously, "I really want you inside me."

He inhales. "Fuck, I wasn't really expecting this."

She seems to catch on. She reaches for her bag and takes something small and presses it to his chest. "I've only got one of these, so make it count."

Eren fails to catch it. The packet drops harmlessly to the couch and he retrieves it. He rolls on the condom, watching the little blonde hairs on her arms stand up.

"Are you comfortable?"

She nods. Reposing herself lengthwise on the sofa, she's short enough to fit between the armrests. She pulls her legs up to make room for him and he takes himself in hand.

He teases his length along her clit before slowly pressing inside. She groans and wraps her legs around him. He sinks to the hilt and takes a deep breath as she gets used to his size.

Her blue eyes shimmer in the light. A deliberation in her touch as her thumbs trace over his eyelids and cheeks, settling on the nape of his neck. Her hair is coming loose from its tie. He kisses the tip of her nose and she rankles. Eren grins, he's always wanted to do that. He kisses her on the mouth, rocking his hips.

The couch squeaks. Sweat gathers between their bodies, on his hairline, along his spine.

She begins to pant, arching until her hips are off the couch and his palm is cradling the small of her back. Each time he thrusts into her he's pressing against her walls in a different way. He's cogent enough to guess that she knows what she's doing, and keeps thrusting until he brushes a spot that makes her gasp and grip his nape tightly.

"Do you like that?" he whispers against her lips.

"Yeah." He thrusts once more to be sure and she moans, kissing his mouth. "Yes, Eren."

He falls into rhythm like they've been doing this for years. Her eyes flutter and close but he keeps his open. Her brow knits as her body winds taut, guiding them to an inevitable crux. Her nails dig into his nape and he grunts, thrusts turning fast and shallow as she begins to lose composure. Her voice ebbs into hiccupy little gasps and whimpers that drive him crazy. He slows down just enough to deepen the pace and keep himself in control.

He sits upright as she lets her arm drop and splays his hand against her taut stomach. She's thrown an arm over her face but he can still see the tremble of her mouth.

He lowers himself across her until his stomach meets the little jumping pulse of her and she whimpers, clenching erratically. He shuts his eyes but the sight is already burned into his memory.

He's losing rhythm. Time falls away. There's a vague awareness of warmth, spurting over his thighs and hips in time with her panicked gasps, and then he finishes, burying his face the curve of her shoulder as he catches his breath. Her arm wraps around his neck and he feels her fingers stroking his hair. He pulls back to look at her. He's never seen her so red.

"Hey," she says.

"Hey," he echoes, kissing the curve of her chin, her pliant mouth. "I wasn't too rough? You're okay?"

She grins and pulls him down, touching his forehead to hers. "You're so cute. Just stay here a minute."

Eren does so.

She relaxes her thighs around his waist and he pulls out, disposing of the condom. There's a stain against the fabric.

"Shit," he mutters. "What did you—?"

It clicks. She averts her eyes first.

Eren wets his lips. "Damn. I guess next time we'll take the bed."

She watches him grab a can of baking soda from under the kitchen sink. He fills a bowl with warm water.

"Sorry," she says. "I got carried away."

Eren pauses. He doesn't get why she's so flustered. Caught off guard, sure, but it was very hot. Then again it's not her house.

"No need to apologize."

He wipes the spot down. It'll take fifteen minutes for the mixture to set in. His tone seems to ease her nerves somewhat.

"Can I use your shower?"

"Yeah," he calls. "I'll join you in a bit."

A few moments later they're sharing the tiny stall.

The stream pelts his chest. Her sclera gleam under the yellow flickering light, the set of piercings against her brow glinting softly. With her hair down this feels a bit more intimate.

"You had a crush on me?" she says.

Eren shrugs, unsure how to concede. "I was seventeen. I didn't know what to do about it."

He rinses off. They trade places. The air heavy with steam and a sense of familiarity.

"I've got a high pain tolerance," he says. "I might get a few tattoos. My sister keeps telling me not to but she's going to school for it."

"A tattoo of what?"

He admits he isn't sure. The water cuts off. He dries off. She grabs another towel and wraps it around her body at the armpits

She says, "Can I stay with you tonight? I really don't mean to impose."

Eren finds her very endearing. "You're not imposing."

He throws some clothes on and goes to check on the state of the sofa. He wipes it with a damp cloth. It doesn't smell right but it looks better than it did.

"You don't have a bed?"

Eren startles. "I—yeah, of course I have a bed."

He ushers her to follow. His room is pretty clean but he feels like she's scrutinizing. It's difficult to say where her head is at.

He sleeps in his shorts. He cuts the lights but keeps the window cracked.

She waits for him to lie down before dropping the towel. She lays beside him on her back, her hair slightly damp.

There's a vulnerability between them. An unravelling of each other's defenses. The woman beneath the façade, finally visible.

She whispers, "I've wanted this for a while."

He strokes her cheek and she closes her eyes, leaning into his touch. "I wanted this too," he says, unsure how to assure her, but sensing her need to be comforted. "You don't have to worry anymore."

She turns and mumbles something else but he can't make out the words. In a while her breathing evens out.

He falls into dreamless sleep and regains consciousness in an instantaneous moment.

His eyes are closed. When he opens them he's in his apartment. Half of the bed is empty and he can see an impression in the sheets and on the pillowcase. There's no warmth.

He sits up. The clock reads 07:22.

He hears movement in the kitchen. Zeke's the only person who has a key to the apartment. Eren gets dressed and moves for the bathroom.

Annie's still here. She's redressed, but her hair is down.

"Hey," he says.

She does a double take. "Hey."

"How long have you been up?"

She shrugs. "About five? I got hungry. I hope you don't mind."

She's opened the half-carton of eggs. She's also taken some cereal.

"No," he says. "I, um. I didn't think you'd be here." He feels like a terrible host. Or whatever this new facet of understanding between them is going to be. Annie doesn't seem to mind.

"I'm used to waking up early."

He takes a moment to use the bathroom. When he comes back she says, "I had a good time last night. Thank you."

Eren grins. "I still feel like I'm dreaming."

She pinches his waist. He yelps. "See, you're awake."

They eat breakfast in comfortable silence. He asks if she drinks coffee or tea and she rolls her shoulders. "I'll take coffee."

"It's instant."

She says nothing.

He runs the water and waits for it to boil. He says, "I'd like to take you out sometime."

She looks up. "When are you free?

He tears a sticky note from the fridge and scribbles his number. She looks at the note a moment and then takes it, stowing it in her breast pocket. "I'll call you," she says, brushing past him. The smell of her perfume lingers.

A minute later the door unlocks. Zeke steps in. "Wasn't that Annie Leonhardt?"

Eren bites his tongue. "When did you get back?"

"Last night." Zeke pauses. "She's shorter than I thought she'd be."

Eren hesitates. This is less trouble than he had expected, but Zeke usually has an ulterior motive when he's being reasonable. "What do you want?"

"Oh, I was going to have a smoke." He readjusts his glasses. "Your aunt called. She's going to have dinner over at her place."

"Dad's not coming?"

Zeke chuckles around the unlit cigarette. "Nope."

Eren scowls. "Figures."

"So are you going to invite Annie?"

"What?"

Zeke tuts. "Oh, so it's a one night stand."

"We're dating."

Zeke looks at him in a way Eren would rather not think about. "Do you know where she lives?"

"I gave her my number."

Zeke pulls out a lighter.

"Go light up outside," Eren says, "I don't want that shit in here."

Zeke clicks the lighter shut with a sigh. "I wonder if Pieck keeps in touch with her. I could put in a word, if you want an impartial source." He glances at Eren. "They went to the same private school when they were kids. I don't know all the details."

Eren scoffs. "Isn't she half your age?"

"She's twenty four," Zeke says, far more interested in the zippo than anything Eren has to say. He leaves to go smoke, leaving Eren to his own devices.

The door to his bedroom remains ajar. When he opens it, the room is empty. The sheets are still unmade.

Eren stares for a moment, hand on the doorjamb, as though expecting something to change. He bites the inside of his cheek and shuts the door.

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