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I don't think this one has ever been posted to bakerstreet, but it's too cute to pass up!

First Kiss Meme

one. It's your first date, and you're dropping them off at the door. Are they going to lean in? Should you..?

two. You have been friends since forever. Everyone knows you like each other, but the moment quite hasn't arisen for the first kiss. Until now.

three. Awkward first kisses! Maybe you just bumped noses, or you kissed their chin instead. Time for attempt number two!

four. Maybe this is your very first kiss, or maybe it's theirs! Either way, one of you is experienced and the other isn't. What if it turns out really bad?! (But hey, maybe you're a natural.)

five. The accidental kiss. Might have tripped over your own feet, or maybe you've collided and they landed on top of you. Either way, your lips are locked- Where you go from there is up to you.

six. UST kisses. There's been some sort of tension between you for a while. Maybe you fight all the time, maybe you're in love with each other and you keep getting interrupted before anything happens. Either way, that tension needs to end now!

seven. Either pick one, mesh some together, or re-roll!

INSTRUCTIONS:

• Post with your character!
• Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7.
• Match that number to the choices above!
• Reply to the thread starter and go from there.
• Any rating goes, but no wank, please! :>

originally from here.

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Mine, too.

[But then Armin gets that resolute look going and just says that they'll have to continue and Jean makes eye contact with those impossibly blue eyes for a moment before a nervous breath of a laugh escapes his lips and he quickly glances around the room to make sure they're alone and - ]

You can't be -

[But he looks back to Armin and of course he's serious.]

...Um. So repeating it.

[What is the opposite of serious? Armin doesn't know, because whatever it is, he's never it. This is for science and glory and honor and stuff, so he's going to scoot a little closer, still with that deathly serious look on his face as he takes a deep breath and looks up at Jean.]

Until it's right. Okay? Ready?

[Without waiting for an answer, Armin shuts his eyes, leans forward and plant one on Jean and maybe he sort of headbutts him and their noses are smushed together and Jeab's mouth is warm and much softer than Armin had anticipated and oh.

Oh, he gets it.]

[Yeah, that definitely is a minor headbutt and face-smushing, which causes Jean to grunt a little bit uncomfortably, even though he doesn't pull away to try and correct everything.

But damn, isn't this sort of situation is supposed to be more romantic or whatever? Everything he's thought before is turning into a lie.

But despite all that, at least one thing seems to be right; his heartbeat echoes deafeningly in his ears. And then, the longer he focuses on the...the kiss, the more he realizes that it feels...pretty good, if still foreign because he's never actually done it. But it's not bad. It's definitely not bad.

After a moment, Jean moves his lips slightly, doing his best to return the kiss, even though he doesn't have any idea what he's supposed to actually do.]

[Granted, the circumstances could be a little more ideal, more candles and cherry blossoms and whatnot. But on the whole it's...not too bad. Armin likes Jean. He trusts Jean, to not make fun of him or laugh this off.

So it's easy for Armin to relax a little, lips softening against Jean's, parting a little in a sound that's a bit more than an exhale, but not quite a sigh as he leans in, slides his hand onto Jean's knee to brace himself and --

-- and suddenly remembers that he needs oxygen, so he abruptly pulls away, red-faded and out of breath, hand still on Jean's leg.]

Was....was that better?

[Jean takes that invitation to press forward - that seems like the reasonable thing to do, after all, just keep kissing a...fellow soldier...- but as he does so, Armin pulls away and Jean has to catch himself on the table so he doesn't end up falling into Armin.

Why did they stop? Shit, had Jean gone too far? He's not always the best at reading social cues. He's almost afraid to look up at Armin, unsure what kind of disapproval he'll see on the blond's face.

But instead he's greeted with a flushed face, the feeling of something on his leg, and a question.

...Oh. Okay.]

Um.

[It comes out as a whisper and Jean reminds himself to breathe, as well.]

Y-Yeah. That was...

Well it's still not what I expected, you know. Needs some work.

[And if Armin doesn't refuse, Jean will just lift his hand to Armin's face, his fingers brushing tentatively over the other's cheek before he leans in. His turn.]

[There's still uncertainty, awkwardness, but that's natural. What isn't present is any sort of hesitation or unwillingness, whatsoever. In fact, the touch on his cheek has Armin closing his eyes, his fingers curling against Jean's leg, waiting this time, not initiating, but definitely responding.

This...isn't about experimenting or pride anymore. This is about how Armin feels like he's been drowning in an ocean he's never seen for years and years, and kissing Jean is the only thing he's found that feels like land.]

[While Jean leans in, he also pauses for a second, just taking in the sight, the moment, Armin's trust in him. It's pretty crazy for Jean to experience something like this, kissing aside. He's such a blunt person and that personality tends to push people away from spending time with him as anything more than a fellow soldier.

And then there's Armin. Just minutes before they had...well Jean wouldn't call it a fight, but it was a starkly different atmosphere compared to now. But Armin hadn't left or shut down all avenues of communication. He had been patient and not many people were like that with Jean.

...Not since Marco.

Closing his eyes, Jean closes the distance, angling his head so their noses don't bump, and presses his lips to Armin's. He's not nervous or completely clueless this time, but there is a lightness in his body, something like giddiness.

Feeling a little more confident, Jean cups Armin's cheek.]

[Armin has absolutely no clue what he's doing -- he can't remember his own parents showing affection, the sorts of books he reads don't have any romance in them whatsoever, and there hasn't been much chance for any canoodling this far -- so he just goes with what feels good.

And what feels good is Jean's hand on his cheek and his own moving up to grab at the front of the other boy's shirt, pulling him closer with a soft, needy sound, almost hungry in a way, because all Armin's really certain of right now is that they're not nearly close enough. And if he has to practically pull himself into Jean's lap well...so be it.

But first, break for air, and to whisper.] Is...is this okay? With you?

[If one were to ask what Jean thought of the whole situation, he would say that going with what feels good is a good idea, considering that really is the only clear direction he has right now.

If going by feel is even clear at all, but there are certainly worse options.

What also feels pretty fantastic, besides kissing Armin, is being pulled closer and hearing and feeling and just sensing that need that Armin has, the need that Jean has put there. His mouth curls up into a smirk as he keeps his lips pressed to Armin's, admittedly proud that he's had this effect on someone usually pretty composed. Jean's got it.

Until suddenly they're not kissing and - oh yes, breathing again is a good plan, despite this - Jean's eyes open slowly, focusing on the blond.]

Well it...it'd be better if you didn't keep stopping. I'm still here, aren't I?

[Everyone's allowed to lose control once in a while, right? Armin just so happens to do it here, rather than on the battlefield like most of their friends. He can't afford to lose it there. He needs all his control to keep his wits about him, because what is he without them?

But now he scowls a little, scrunching up his nose and leaning forward to bump his forehead against Jean's a little harder than strictly necessary.] I have to breathe sometime. And that doesn't mean anything. You could change your mind in a moment, or an hour or a day. You could pretend this never happened tomorrow.

[His voice drops a little on this last sentence, and he lets go of Jean's shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles he'd made.]

[Jean's smirk turns to another frown at their butting heads, but he still doesn't move. Still, leave it to Armin to somehow get the upper hand in a lot of situations. The kid is too damn smart for Jean - even if Jean isn't stupid - and so he just stays there, listening.

It's funny, how a moment that had made him so happy just seconds before is so quickly turned back to reality. It's not really a secret that people in the barracks form close bonds, some of deep friendship and others of something more, but it's always possible for feelings to change or for them to try to keep things secret.

Not to mention they're in the middle of a war, in the branch of the military with the highest mortality rate, and even if they didn't want to end things, it could...be easier to just pretend this never happened. In case one of them didn't return to the Walls after a mission.

Sighing, Jean threads his hand through Armin's hair. Or maybe it's as simple as Armin thinking Jean doesn't want to deal with Eren's inevitable freak-out if he found out about what had just happened. Really, that guy...]

I'm still here. I mean...I can't promise how long I'm going to be, but that's not really my choice, is it? What I can choose is right now. And I'm not...I'm not going anywhere.

[That sounds really dumb, doesn't it? He can feel his cheeks begin to flush.]

[Armin's quiet for a moment, turning Jean's answer around in his head and almost unconsciously leaning into the touch on his hair. Then he smiles a little, sort of resigned but mostly pleased. If right now is what he gets, right now is what he'll take.

So, right now, Armin's going to turn and almost nuzzle against Jean's hand, smiling gently at him.] As long as you're here, I'll be here. Okay?

[That near-nuzzle causes Jean's fingers to press lightly against Armin's scalp, almost massaging, though it takes him a moment to even realize he's done it. But he doesn't stop, because it feels right, especially coupled with that smile.

That smile keeps Jean from answering for a moment, because while he knows Armin is fucking brilliant and calculating and possessing a mind that is always working, this side is lesser-known to him. Sure, people take Armin for granted because he hardly looks the part of a soldier, and he's not physically strong, but right now he doesn't even look like that. Right now it's as if Jean is seeing the more innocent side.

Idly, Jean wonders if Eren ever sees this, or if he does, does he even take notice? And then Jean wonders just why the hell he's thinking of Eren at a time like this.]

Yeah. Guess that means I better stick around for a long time, 'cause we all kinda need you.

[He moves his hand to lightly knock his knuckles against Armin's head.]

[Damn right he doesn't stop because that feels really nice. So nice Armin's going to let out another of those contented half-sigh/half-moan sounds, the existence of which is not going to be heard outside this room, right?

Armin will ~~forgive your constant rage-boner for Eren, Jean~~ scoot forward, frowning when he can't get quite as close as he wants to. Then he figures, what the hell, they were already lip-locking a minute ago, what has he got to lose?

So have a lapful of Armin, who will frown and rub at his head, more out of instinct than because it actually hurts.] You certainly do need me. [Then, because he's A+ at romantic talk --] Your legs are really bony.

[Dammit, Armin, you can't just make noises like that, especially when they make Jean feel...feel...well there's something, it just doesn't have a name at the moment.

...Also is climbing into another man's lap, looking all adorable, just to insult him a moment later really necessary? Because Jean had actually been in a pretty pleasant mood, all things considered. Until being accused of having bony legs.

He narrows his eyes.]

Well excuse me, your majesty, for not being fat.

[Nevertheless, his hands rest timidly on Armin's waist.]

[Whatever is being felt is more than mutual, really, because bony legs aside Jean's lap is kind of nice. For one thing it makes Armin almost half a head taller, which is a bonus. For another, it's easy to squeeze his knees together and pinch Jean's waist if he proves difficult -- which of course he does.

But then his hands are on Armin's waist and they're warm, warmer than he'd expected, and even if Jean is probably the most average-sized of all the recruits, his hands are still big enough to make Armin feel all...shivery inside.

So he'll just wiggle a little and scowl, moving his hands up to cup Jean's face.] I was making an empirical observation. Don't be obnoxious, please, for once.

[Were Armin anyone else, it would be so easy for Jean to ignore his pleas and continue being obnoxious. Because that wiggling does not help any matters, along with the fact that Armin practically has Jean where he wants him.

But it's Armin and Jean respects him, probably more than he respects anyone else at this point, so he sucks up any retorts that rest on the tip of his tongue and does as he's told.]

...Sorry.

[His hands, however, tighten slightly on Armin's waist.]

[Look at that expression. It's almost smug. Armin is well-aware that he has Jean right where he wants him, and that sort of power is a liiiiittle bit intoxicating, not gonna lie.

Armin will use his power wisely, though, like a benevolent and kind leader, and will only wiggle a little closer, thumbs running gently over the arch of Jean's cheekbones. He's bony everywhere, like a scarecrow, like he's going to disappear, dry up and blow away. Like so many others have.

Frowning slightly, Armin leans in, banishing those thoughts by kissing Jean again, this time long and lingering, almost possessively.]

[That extra wiggle causes a quiet breath to leave Jean's lips, but after that he spends his energies focusing on Armin's face. And Jean wonders what goes through the blond's head on a normal day, as well as when that victorious expression is replaced by a frown.

But then again, Jean knows by now that he won't get any answers until Armin is ready to divulge, whether it be for strategic reasons or just emotionally. It takes a considerable amount of faith to let someone use such a brilliant mind without being able to keep up, especially when they are in their position in life, but Jean knows Armin has the good of everyone else in mind.

Especially Jean, if the current circumstance is any indicator.

But he allows the kiss - why wouldn't he, really? - and slowly wraps his arms around Armin's body to keep him close.]

[Perhaps it's possible to manipulate and exploit via kisses, but that seems...unnecessary. In this situation and especially with Jean. Even though recent events have taught Armin that it's best to not trust anyone too deeply, he finds that he does trust Jean. At least with this.

So he'll forge ahead, hands sliding through the Jean's hair, pulling back barely to breathe in, shakily, before kissing him again, this time lips parted, wanting something else, something more.]

[Forge on, Armin, for Jean won't complain about all this attention he's receiving. He still has no idea what he's really doing, besides going by intuition, but he can tell that after Armin takes another breather, things are changing.

Changing how exactly, he's still not sure, but it's definitely different.

His arms tighten around Armin's body and he presses himself a little closer, his lips slipping over Armin's. And...well, Armin has changed up the game a little bit, which puts Jean back to square one. But not for long.

Although Jean is inexperienced in this area, he isn't completely against experimenting. So he slowly takes Armin's bottom lip between his teeth, though not harshly; it doesn't take a genius to know that being bitten hurts.]

[Damn right he'll forge on, and even though being bitten does hurt, judging by the sort-of-obscene moan Armin gives, it's a good sort of hurt; one he'll reciprocate by moving his hands up to lace his fingers through Jean's hair and giving an almost-too-hard tug.

He isn't the only one who can feel this is changing, then. Suddenly the room is too warm, Jean's arms around him aren't tight enough and Armin is very...very fidgety. He'll just squirm around trying to get comfortable. Jean doesn't mind that, right?]

[There are a lot of things Jean suddenly doesn't mind right now and pretty much all of them are Armin's fault. And just Armin himself.

So while Armin continues to make himself comfortable - despite Jean's bony legs and...bony other things - and tugs on his hair, an open-mouthed moan escapes Jean's throat. It sounds loud in the empty room and for a moment Jean hopes no one else heard it. Or came running to investigate. Because there is just no convenient way to explain their current position.

Besides the truth, that is, but that is obviously not a choice.

Instead, Jean's hands trail heavily down Armin's back, over his sides, and finally come to rest on the blond's hips, where they tighten, keeping Armin in place.]

[Armin pulls back enough to catch his breath, laughing a little as he buries his face against Jean's neck. He knows they should be more careful, should probably not do this in the first place.

He knows damn well. And he doesn't care, turning and nuzzling into Jean's neck with a not-reproachful-at-all:] Shhh, you'll give us away...

[In turn, Jean also takes a moment to catch his breath before swallowing thickly to try to clear his throat. Dammit, Armin, what are you doing to him?]

That's not my fault.

[Well, not completely. Fifty percent at the most.]

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whoops this is laaaate

how dare u

I am ashamed

go 2 your corner

yes sir/ma'am

i prefer divine goddess tyvm

do forgive

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