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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/Reader
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Lemon
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-27 Words: 2739
****** Overdue ******
by Falconette
Summary
     Sometimes the past is not best left buried
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
OVERDUE

The long ride had exhausted you more than you were willing to admit. Paired up
with Armin, your task was to sweep the perimeter between your base and the
furthest secured post to make sure the route was still passable. It was a chore
that took most of a day, but unexpected problems with Armin’s horse made you
lose valuable hours on your way back, so when you decided it was too perilous
to drive the animals further in ever thicker dusk, your base was still nowhere
in sight.

“Do we walk back?” you dismounted beside Armin who was checking the rear left
leg of his horse, assessing the damage. It was the hoof that had lost its
horseshoe during the ride and was causing the delay. “They will be worried.”

“I don’t think we have covered even half of the distance.” he looked around,
taking in the surroundings for orientation. “And I don’t want to risk horses
stumbling in darkness and breaking their legs.” He was right; the animals were
far too valuable to risk a blind trek across uneven terrain.

You must have given him a stranded look because he reassuringly patted the
saddlebags on his horse’s flank. “We will just stay put for the night, like we
used to do during our training, remember? I have sleeping bags right here and
there is plenty of dry wood around. Do you think you could build a camp fire?”

“Of course.” you masked your insecurity with a defiant tone, reluctant to
remember your days of training. You had a crush on Armin then, you recalled too
well for comfort, and if he had missed the cues, he must have had it figured
out the day you tried to kiss him in the forest. It was a clumsy and harmless
attempt, no more than a peck on a cheek, but you could still vividly remember
his wide eyed shock followed by stuttered apologies and his hastened departure.
You never mentioned it again, but you made sure you were never deployed in the
same unit with him afterwards. Looking at his good-humored gaze now, you could
sense no trace of mocking or taunting. That was ages ago, he probably forgot
all about it, he must have.  

You cleared out a small circle on the ground and gathered a heap of dry twigs
in its centre, kindling fire with flints. In the meantime, Armin had secured
the horses, spread the improvised shakedowns and was intently watching you
create sparks from the stone, making the fire dance. In growing thickness of
the night, it was a welcoming sight. After you stood up and made sure the
flames wouldn’t go out, you couldn’t help noticing that both beddings were on
the same side of the camp fire. You were about to comment on that, but Armin
handed you a ratio of dried meat, bread and fruit for a light but invigorating
supper.

“Eat up. We will need the energy for tomorrow.” he beamed a smile at you and
once again you felt a painful stir of something you thought you had buried
deep. So you put the dried meat in your mouth and started mechanically chewing,
listening to him plan your tomorrow’s route. He was not the timid, weak boy
that entered the training program with you, but since you knew him well, you
knew where to look to find the old Armin beneath the confident surface. He
still had the brightest and the most intelligent gaze you have ever seen; only,
recently you have often caught a glimmer of cunning and soldier’s ruthlessness
in his eyes. It was what he was trained for, you knew, you must have changed
yourself; the survivors change, the ones who don’t die. That was the price of
your lives.

Half covered with your blanket and well fed, facing the fire which gently
caressed your skin with its warm fingers, you started to doze off while
listening to Armin’s strategic breakdown of some old training scenario in the
forest.

“Reiner’s platoon had the same number of points, but they were stuck in the
part of the woods that had already been cleaned out so they had to lose
valuable time just to find the enemy. Meanwhile, we were lying in an ambush
waiting for the enemy to come to us, so we could pick them off, one by one.
Simple and clean. It was just a matter of time.” his voice was becoming more
distant, your eyelids heavier until you couldn’t keep them open anymore.
“However, I failed at that particular time. Not because the enemy bested me,
but because I let the fear paralyze me.”

“You know,” Armin’s voice was very close behind you now, soft and deliberately
slow, “I never could find it in me to forgive myself for not kissing you back
that day. It’s been haunting me ever since.”

Your eyes flew open but you dared not move, not even when you felt Armin’s face
snuggle up against the nape of your neck. Something gently tugged at your cloak
and an unexpected, soft kiss smoldered the skin where your neck met your
shoulder.

“Will you let me right that injustice?” he quietly pleaded in your ear, making
your skin prickle with unfamiliar sensation.

“That was a long time ago, Armin”, you squeezed through your teeth.

“I was an idiot. And have been ever since for waiting so long.” his tone was
stern, matching the glints you have been seeing in his eyes of late. Man’s
eyes, man’s words. “Let me make it up to you.”

As if confirming his intentions, his hand slid across your shoulder and turned
your body towards him, your face to his. After meeting your eyes, his resolve
melted, “Now I see how brave you have to be to kiss somebody first.” He smiled
wanly, a painful tinge twisting his lips.

“Brave or stupid?” you asked, hearing your voice tremble despite your will. The
things buried deep were buried for a reason and dragging them outside meant the
shell they were in had to break, disclosing other, painful memories.

“Without a doubt, brave” Armin whispered with a serious and gentle expression,
brushed stray locks of hair off your face and leaned in to meet your lips with
his. The long overdue kiss made you forget the hardness of your makeshift bed
and the harshness of the elements you were exposed to, the shame and the
rejection you had to swallow along with the longing and the broken heart.
Unwanted, tears spilled down your cheeks and Armin scooped them with his lips,
all the while murmuring “I am sorry, forgive me.”

He kissed you in silence, carefully and tenderly, taking his time, like he
wanted to make up for all the passed up opportunities and time wasted, studying
every little feature of your face, neck and hands. You reached up, let your
fingers entwine and Armin smiled at you as his grip tightened. He brought your
hand to his mouth without taking his eyes off you. Lips that brushed across
your fingers were soft and investigative, sending tingles of pleasure up and
down your spine, making you feel more alive than ever. Looking you directly in
the eye, he let his tongue continue where his lips had left off and this woke
up a world of new, thrilling sensations in your body that made you aware of the
hollow, longing ache in your lower belly. You shifted your legs, trying to
alleviate the growing discomfort and his sharp eye must have taken note, like
you hoped it would.

His fingers tenderly worked their way down your stomach and between your legs
as you suppressed shudders of ticklish embarrassment. When his fingertips
gently nudged to make their way to the center of your moistness, your thighs
instinctively clenched together.

Armin’s breath was hot in your ear, sweet and persuasive, “Let it happen.”

You relaxed just enough for him to slip in your softness, blindly feeling his
way deeper and massaging  sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had. You
closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, concentrating on his touches. The
delicate fingers worked their magic, making waves of pleasure within you ebb
and flow at their command, like a harp your body squirmed and writhed beneath
them. You could hear his breath becoming ragged and hastened so you opened your
eyes to see his face, just inches from yours, slick with sweat, bathed in
remains of smoldering wood. The ruddy light reflected in his fair, attentive
orbs gave him a fiery gaze that was hungrily fixed on your half-parted lips.
When your eyes met, he could hold back no longer. Leaning in to kiss you, his
long locks pleasantly tickled your cheeks. Your instinctively hand moved to
your face to brush them away.

“Your hair is so soft.” you stated the obvious, in loss of more suitable words.

“It bothers you?” Armin’s voice was careful and quiet, his lips reluctant, his
fingers hesitant again. From the tone it was clear he wasn’t talking just about
his hair on your face.

“How could it?” you gave him a shadow of a smile, gently but firmly grabbed a
fistful of flowing golden locks and pulled him closer. Your lips met again, the
desire in them now open and unhindered. Armin closed his eyes and let his other
senses take you in, feeling you underneath his tongue, his fingertips, his
skin, noting by slight change in your pulse or your soft moans where to touch
and how to titillate you to bring you closer and closer.

Your hands cupped his face, the fine hair on his jaw only starting to resemble
stubble, and slid them down his neck to his collarbone, then around his
shoulders, back and ribcage. He was slight but the muscles there were tense and
firm like deftly spun wires, a fact that he hid underneath layers of clothing.
Your fingers undid buttons of his shirt, exposing pale chest and skin,
immaculate and milky in the moonlight, reddish where glowing remains of
campfire licked across their ripples. Every muscle, every bone, every joint was
finely chiseled and in harmony with the whole, perfectly befitting his slender
frame. Your fingertips fervently glided down the smoothness of his torso to his
navel and up again, thrilled by the unexpected finding, drawing an incredulous
look from him.

“It bothers you?” you taunted, partially to get the focus off the increased
wetness his fingers stirred in your body, and he hastily shook his head,
kissing you on the brow.

“You can touch all you want.” he breathed in your ear, nibbling on it. “I never
knew somebody’s touch could feel so good.”

“S-same here.” you replied nervously, shifting to a more comfortable position
which brought him right on top of you. “You know,” you began hesitantly, “I am
not sure what am I supposed to…”

He looked at you from above, his long, heavy hair framing his face like a
waterfall, asking tentatively, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” you said, a little too hastily and bit your lip in embarrassment. Armin
noticed your uneasiness and swept it away with a long kiss.

“Does it feel good?” he asked with lips barely touching yours, his hot breath
warming your face in the chilly night. You nodded, pulling yourself closer and
sliding your tongue between his teeth. “Then let me make you feel even better.”

Your thigh shifted between his legs and he gasped under the unexpected touch.
You could feel his hardness rubbing against the length of your muscle, making
him catch his breath every time you pressed at it.

”What about this?” you asked, already going for his crotch.

“I was going to wait until you fell asleep….” even in waning firelight you
could see his pale cheeks violently blush.

“I am sick of waiting.” you retorted bluntly and got his penis out of his pants
before he could so much as protest. It was hot and sturdy in your hands,
pulsating like a separate living being with every beat of Armin’s pounding
heart. You tugged at it and he gasped loudly in the silence of night,
surprising you with intensity of his emotion. It took only a couple more
jerking motions for his body to contract and for the semen to spurt out to
grass around you. Armin’s cry of pleasure had a surprised and aching tinge to
it; he didn’t even get the chance to take his hand out of your panties.

“I haven’t… in a long time…” he explained, catching his breath. He leaned his
forehead against yours, waiting for his heartbeat to steady again. “I wanted it
to be with you.”

“Armin…” you called out softly.

“Mmm?” he answered from deep in his throat, distracted by the sudden drowsiness
you caused in him.

“I have something to tell you.” your voice was barely a whisper, but his breath
caught immediately.

“Don’t tell me you have somebody…”

“It’s nothing like that.” you put an arm around his neck, massaging the sudden
stiffness away. You were looking him straight in the eye when you said: “I know
that you losing that horseshoe was no accident. A guy like you, who always
thinks ahead and double-checks everything… no way.“

The tendons in his neck and shoulders were like iron under your fingers. He
stopped moving and just stared at you silently in the light of the dying fire,
an expression of apprehension etched in his youthful features.

“I am sorry.” he muttered regretfully and looked away, “I did plan this to
happen. Well, not THIS, but the delay… The horseshoe is in my knapsack... I
wanted a chance to be alone with you…”  

“I forgive you.” you interrupted his stream of words and brought the focus of
his blue eyes back to you, “For making me wait all this time.”

The expression of relief that swept across his face made him so irresistible in
that moment that you pulled him down by the collar and gave him a wet smooch on
the lips, deepening the kiss as his fingers moved closer to their goal, sending
hot and cold waves over your skin.

“What do I do?” he asked panicky when your body started to shudder and tremble
of its own accord, gripped in sudden, unbearable pleasure that edged with ache
so closely, it drove tears to your eyes.

“Just… keep up… what you were doing…” you gasped, pressing a ball of your hand
against your mouth and grazing the flesh with your teeth, oblivious of the
pain. “It is… ahh… it is so…”

Under pressure of Armin’s fingers your body suddenly became weightless, as if
tenderly lifted from the hard floor and uncomfortable bedding, a blissful
release flooding up your legs to your lower belly, then through your spine,
breasts and neck until your entire skin tingled and pricked with orgasmic
pleasure.

“… intense…” you finished the sentence in a hoarse, sticky voice, half-aware
you were crushing his hand with your cramped thigh muscles. A pleasant limpness
overcame you and you sank back on the improvised cot, feeling feather light and
heavy at the same time. Armin tactfully retrieved his hand and pulled the
covers over your exposed skin, a big grin he vainly tried to suppress adorning
his face. He examined his glistening fingers with a pleasant surprise.

“I didn’t know I could do that.” he whispered to himself.

“I didn’t know you could to that either.” you said, regaining some of your
composure, feeling your cheeks redden anew.

He shrugged humbly, “I guess finger coordination drilled for 3D maneuver gear
operating can have versatile utilization. I just never thought it could be
this… practical outside the military.”

“You still are an idiot.” you mumbled, relishing the serenity that engulfed you
from within, making you drowsy, blunting your awareness. “I don’t care what the
high command says.”

“You are the only one who knows the truth.” he winked and combed your sweat-
drenched hair with his fingers, pulling your hood over it so you wouldn’t catch
a cold. Fire was a barely visible by now and, instead, a million stars shone
upon you.

“Don’t be afraid to fall asleep.” in darkness, his voice was close and
reassuring, his palm on your face warm and comforting, sending you gently to
dreamland, “I will be here when you wake up.”
 
THE END
End Notes
     I tried to make Armin a bit more assertive, I know he has it in him
     and would make it happen if he really felt passionate about
     something. I hope he won't seem out of character to you :)
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