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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