Meet-Cute

Waking up on Fridays was always difficult with the weekend being so close. The last hour had been a frenzy, with you having slept through all six of your alarms and then scrambling to leave your house. And now, you were twenty minutes late to work, rushing through the revolving doors with your bag in one hand and coffee in the other.

"Stop stop stop!", you yelled as the elevator doors closed just short of you making it.

Your figure slumped in despair. Another few minutes added to your commute now that you had to wait for the next one. Why did that 8 am meeting have to be today? But you thought too early. Because an arm stuck out from in between the doors at the very last moment, and they slowly opened again.

~ I’m at the arcade and a little tipsy. So pls excuse my horknee thoughts ~

Thinking about Erwin teaching you how to play pool. He stands behind you, showing you the right posture.

His chiseled chest melds with your back, crotch pressing into your ass. His hot breath sets the skin of your neck on fire and his raspy voice in your ears makes your heart pace. His tone is calm as he speaks close to your ear.

His fingers leave a blazing path down your arms as he glides them across the stretch with the pretext of directing your hands to hold the cue correctly.

“Mmmh.. just like that.”, he whispers.

You’re unsure if the words were spoken because you actually held it right, or if its his hardened bulge against the small of your back thats doing the talking. Nevertheless, your whole body is sizzling with heat by now, the sparks in between your legs having spread like wild fire.

You dare to grind against him, not so much as attempting to look up at the faces of your friends standing around the table. He confirms your speculation, letting out a low growl just inches from your ear, pressing a kiss on the lobe from which your earring dangles.

Your breath hitches, vision clouds, and you bite your lower lip in a desperate struggle to suppress a whimper of your own. The only thing still keeping you on your feet is Erwin’s firm grip on your arms.

Bent over a table, bodies flushed together, your mind races in a million directions thinking about what else the two of you could be doing. Images of him absolutely devouring you are all you can see before your eyes.

If only you were left in this room by yourselves.

And fortunately for you, he’s on the exact same page, since he puppets your hand into making your first shot and immediately passes the cue over to Miche who can’t hide the smirk on his face whilst taking it

“Lets make better use of a table now, shall we?”, he breathes into your ear before whisking you away.

Warmth

Thinking about returning home after a long day of work and being greeted by the hushed sound of classical music coming from somewhere inside. Inhaling what you guessed was the aroma of chicken pot pie coming from the kitchen, you opened the bedroom door to find Erwin sitting on his side of the bed, propped up against the headboard. He was absorbed in one of his thickset novels before the click of the door pulled his attention towards you.

His hair shone like individual rays of the sun against the yellow light of the antique lamp on the night stand. He turned to you and smiled, bowing his neck to get a good look at you from over the crescent shaped classes perched at the tip of his prominent nose. Turquoise eyes twinkled at your sight and he stretched his arm to the side, resting it on your pillow, a cue for you to join him. All it took was this gentle upturn of his lips and his silent gesture for your weariness to begin dissipating.

The best part of your day was just about to begin.

You dropped your bag and coat right where you were standing before sprinting towards the bed and making yourself at home by nestling into his side. He pulled you closer, welcoming you under the cozy comforter and tucking it snugly beneath you. His arm rested on your body curled up into his warmth and he placed a lingering kiss on your forehead while deeply inhaling the scent of your hair. You buried your face deeper into his chest, swimming in the fragrance of fresh linen and a tinge of his tea-tree soap and let out an airy aaah, that made him chuckle at his book.

He ran his fingers through your locks, placing another peck on your crown.

“I missed you, love.”, he breathed.