[ —off and ready for less fabric-caused interruptions by the time it’s off of her ankles and somewhere else under the covers. but now came the dawning, settling realization that they were both very, very nude under these blankets. eren lifts some of it as he unfurls from aiding her, taking in the gradual site from top to bottom. in his rise, he did not keep to his side. the bed creaked as he modified his weight as well as his position. even with just the gentle caress of her fingers stroking through the ends of his hair, he felt like they were standing, both at touch and prospect that he was more on top of her than sharing the space side by side. ]
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