Sunday 7 December 2014

Jean Kirstein one shot - Let me Tighten those for You



                It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it herself, not at all. Kim was strong, independent, and capable. It was just that she’d injured her fingers in training, and now… well it was just hard to get along like this.
                She was running late, and the faster she tried to finish the more she messed up.
                “Hey Kim! Kim where are you!”
                She grit her teeth, just what she needed.
                She heard the click of the handle turning and the door opened, Jean standing in the open doorway. Kim refused to look up, knowing he was laughing at her.
                He leaned against the doorframe, “having trouble?”
                “Go away Kirstein.”
                “You were supposed to meet up with us 15 minutes ago. Everyone’s wondering where you are.”
                “Well tell them to start training without me then!” She growled at him.
                Continuing to ignore him she turned back to her task but her fumbling fingers weren’t getting anything done.
                “How did you dress yourself all these years? Does Eren do it for you?”
                “It’s just these stupid straps! Why do they need so many buckles!?”
                Jean chuckled, pushing off from the door and lazily walked over to her. He admired the focus she put into ignoring him, but she wouldn’t for much longer.
                Her eyes snapped to his when his fingers pulled at the strap on her chest, buckling it into place.
                “Tight enough?”
                “Get lost.”
                “Are you sure? You obviously can’t do it by yourself.” He snickered, his hands drifting down to pull at the straps on her hips, he hooked a finger underneath and pulled on them, forcing her to stumble and press her body lightly against his.
                “You’re a sick-”
                “Just checking they’re tight enough.” He said lightly.
                She was furious that she was in this predicament, and of course it had to be Jean to find her. Shameless, flirting Jean. Dedicated, hardworking, reliable- she shook her head. Now was not a time for thoughts like that. Not when he was smirking at her like that, not when there were only 4 buckles left.
                He didn’t look away, seemingly unaffected by the rage emanating from the girl before him. His hands reached for the lower buckle on her left thigh, she flinched back, jaw tightening. He ignored it, reaching for the strap again and grinning when she didn’t move away. He lifted his hand to deal with the buckle on her upper thigh and that was when she looked away, trying to think of something other than how his deft fingers were so close to her core.
                I’ll get him back for this. When my hands are better I’ll beat him to a pulp and serve him to Corporal Levi for breakfast.
                “How did you get this one so tangled?” He asked as he lowered to his knees. There was a sly edge to his voice, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. He could tell in the way her hands were balled into fists, eyes were narrowed, and her breathing was just barely uneven. Most people would think she was angry, and of course she was, but there was something delicious lurking underneath that anger. He focused on untangling the final strap, his hands resting at the very top of her thigh.
                And when Kim couldn’t hold her breath anymore he stood up, “All done.” That shit-eating grin was back on his face as he stepped close once again. “Just gotta make sure they’re tight enough…” He murmured, his hands running along the lengths of thin leather, following them around to her back, and then down until he was cupping her butt, pressing him against her.
                “I think the others will have gone along by now.” He said.
                And Kim was frustrated, she was done with teasing touches and sneaking glances. Her hands fisted in his hair as she pulled him down to crash his lips onto hers. Immediately his mouth was moving roughly along with hers, nipping and sucking, his hands tightening around her waist.
                “You’d better get these off-” She growled between breathless kisses, “a lot faster than you put them on.”     

                He grinned, “oh don’t worry, I will.” 

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