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“Say…” Zeke started, finishing off the rest of his warm beverage. “Guess what the officers found downstairs.”
“Hm? Let me guess,” Pieck hummed, mulling over what could have possibly excited the soldiers. “A case of native wine? Whatever it is, it can’t be more interesting than that grappling system that you found,” she joked lightly with a smile.
“A bathtub,” Zeke replied, filling in the blanks for her. Pieck’s eyebrow raised with intrigue. Just in case she didn’t believe him, however, he decided to elaborate. “One of those old copper ones. It probably originated with the castle, just like some of this old furniture. The officers have been using it all week.” The blond set his now finished coffee cup onto the floor, the tin making a clacking sound upon meeting the stone. “The well in the courtyard is functional, so they’ve been heating the water and dumping it in to use it. And if I had to guess…” The blond uncrossed his legs in order to stand up. “Without the Cart Titan, they couldn’t possibly bring all those things back with them, so I’d say it’s our lucky day.”
Pieck’s lips turned into a slightly impish grin as she carefully lifted herself up from the floor. “I’ll say so. I like the way that you think, War Chief.” Zeke’s eyes glanced down at her inquisitively as he felt her pass by him, purposefully bumping his hip with her own to make him stumble. She viewed her cheeky flirtation as a mere act of motivation; it was surely going to get the tub filled faster.
The two made their way downstairs to the well. After placing a cast iron pot over a newly started fire within the courtyard, they took turns pulling up the water, bringing it to the fireside to boil it, and then pouring it into the copper tub. Despite her attempts to hide her struggles, Zeke couldn’t help but notice how Pieck labored to keep up with his pace and not slosh any of the water over the sides of the bucket. It was clear that her strength was no match for his own, and her physical weakness after being in the Cart Titan for so long put her at a strong disadvantage. Instead, Zeke started to take more of the load upon himself. After Zeke’s most recent pour got the tub to the halfway mark, he walked back outside and over to Pieck, removing the well bucket from her tired hands. “I think it only needs one more load. I’ll take care of the rest.” He raised his free hand to cup the side of her neck, his fingers wrapping just enough to barely curl into her raven hair.
“You’ve done enough.”
Unbeknownst to Pieck, the weight of these words exceeded far more than well water. She had been with him through thick and thin--from childhood friend, to peacetime companion, to secret recipient of her heart--and he deserved none of it. If he was to leave her side after this mission, come what may, he selfishly wanted to burn himself into her memory for the rest of their short lifespans, for he knew that should he succeed, Marley would try to erase him from history. He lingered in front of her for a few moments more before stepping away, regathering his thoughts as he walked towards the fire.
“Now go inside. I won’t take no for an answer,” he ordered, dumping the bucket of water into the already heated pot. The water sizzled as it made contact, steam rising to fog up his glasses. After he heard the door shut, the War Chief removed his spectacles to wipe off the offending mist. While waiting for the water to heat, he traveled over to the collapsed side of the castle, peering out to look over his titans. They were all still in place from the last moment he checked, waiting for additional orders from their master. The plan was still a green light. Satisfied with his patrol, he made his way back over to the now simmering pot. The blond picked it up carefully before traveling back through the only functional door of the ground floor, walking through what was once a foyer and into the room where the bathtub resided.
The most notable difference in the room was Pieck’s placement. Zeke didn’t believe that his final run of the water had taken very long, so he expected her to be standing with her crutch, waiting for him. He certainly hadn’t expected her to be already sitting in the tub. Her clothes lay discarded in an unceremonious pile of brown and beige a few feet away from the copper tub. The small sound of a splash of water directed his attention back to Pieck. She was facing away from the entrance to the room, her tousled hair in stark contrast against the creamy white of her bare shoulder. As if she sensed his gaze, she turned around, unabashedly meeting his eyes.
“There you are. Do you think that you could get my back?”
She held up a small washing towel, already lathered in suds from a procured bar of soap.
Zeke’s footsteps echoed within the stone chamber before setting the pot down onto the ground beside the tub. Having zero objections, he silently lowered to his knees as he took the rag from her hands. In comparison to the bath water, his fingers felt cold on her shoulder, his chilling touch running down her spine as he gathered her hair to move it out of his way. He placed the towel onto her skin, lathering the soapy water in circles across the width of her shoulders. Pieck found her eyes closing, lulled by the rhythmic patterns of the cloth on her skin. The sound of dripping water was the only sound that broke through the thick air as his hand traveled further down her back, scrubbing gently. He brought the fistful of her hair to her roots, his hand pinning the hair to her head as he leaned over her shoulder to whisper into her ear. “How’s that? Did I miss a spot?”
Pieck felt her mouth immediately go dry, the mood of the room evolving, and the smallest exhale of breath gave away her surprise at his tone. Another shiver, one she couldn’t explain the reason for, ran up her spine. “It felt nice when you were pressing near my shoulders. Maybe you missed a few spots there?”
Zeke dipped his head down to place soft, slow kisses onto her right shoulder. He tugged her hair gently towards the left, tilting her head to leave her neck exposed. The warmth of Zeke’s lips minimized the coolness of the water that rested on her skin, but the combination of the two left her body in goosebumps. He trailed his kisses up her neck, his beard tickling her skin as he stopped just beside her ear.
“Better?”
The only coherent thought that made its way through Pieck’s mind was how glad she was that she was already sitting down. Zeke’s ministrations to her neck in combination with his husky whisper would have left her legs weaker than they already were. But she couldn’t let him win her over that easily. The raven-haired woman reached back, carefully freeing her hair from his hold before deliberately turning in the tub to face him, her wet fingers reaching up to grip the coarse fabric of his jacket’s collar.
“Just one more.”
Her low murmur had barely left her lips before she pulled Zeke down to meet her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she pressed her lips to his. Pieck hummed in pleasure; it had been weeks since she had been allowed this. She had been telling the truth all of those years ago, when she declared to Zeke that she didn’t need much in terms of physical affection, knowing that public displays were entirely out of the question. Kept to their stolen moments alone, Pieck was content to hold him whenever he allowed her to. She had never viewed herself as a greedy or lustful woman, but in this moment as she felt him reciprocate her kiss, the gentle brush of his beard against her skin, the shift of his hands to hold her body, Pieck couldn’t help but want more and more of him.
The warm water from her extended arms dripped off of her skin and down onto Zeke’s shirt, pants, and the floor. He reciprocated the kiss, dunking the towel into the tub and releasing it from his grasp before lifting his hand to slide up the small of her back, allowing warm water to cascade down her back. His hand traveled up further still, cupping the back of Pieck’s neck in an effort to not allow her to pull away from him. With each passing kiss, the steam from the water gradually fogged up his glasses once more, knowing he would have to discard them soon or be left inherently blind.
Pieck started to deviate in her kisses, trailing them over his cheeks and jawline. She was pressing a heated kiss to a particularly sensitive juncture at his neck when she noticed the effect she was having on his clothing. Breathing a huff of a laugh against his skin, she whispered, “Take your clothes off, before one of us gets them soaking wet.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Zeke replied, starting to remove his jacket. As he tossed it onto a dry area of the floor, his grey eyes surveyed the tub before speaking once more. “And how do you propose we both fit?”
Not for the first time today, Pieck responded in a very unexpected way. She stood up in the tub, allowing the water to drip its way over her curves and down her form. As Zeke met her eyes, her offhanded tone differed heavily from the wicked gleam that lit up her features.
“Don’t worry. With our combined intelligence, your brawn and my… flexibility… I’d bet we can make it work.”
Zeke’s eyebrows merely raised in response. As expected of Pieck, she was exactly right. Out of any possible Warrior groupings, they made an unstoppable combination, whether it was on or off the battlefield. Marley was mistaken to have them stay behind.
His silence was so pronounced it permeated the tension in the room, only further thickened by the heavy steam that filled the air. Every move he made thereafter was intentional. He removed his glasses, the clacking sounds of the metal temples rang off the stone walls as he folded them together. His grey eyes matched the color and invasiveness of the hot steam, not once leaving Pieck as he removed his shirt, and then his boots, and then his pants, tossing all the items into one giant pile onto the floor.
“That works for me.”
Pieck drifted to the opposite end of the tub to allow Zeke to get in. A hiss escaped the blond’s lips as the hot water met his skin, ignoring how cold the air suddenly felt against his upper body. He reached out, grabbing Pieck by the hand in order to pull her towards him. As she floated through the water, he found the discarded, soapy towel at the bottom of the tub with his free hand. Once the black-haired maiden settled into his lap, the bearer of the Beast Titan placed the towel into her palm, speaking in a low husky whisper.
“I believe it’s my turn.”
“Oh good,” Pieck responded, taking the wash cloth from his hold. She flicked it nonchalantly, a thin splash of translucent suds splattering across Zeke’s chest. “And here I thought you weren’t going to allow me the honor.”
Chuckling at his unamused expression to her teasing, Pieck slid forward to carefully rest herself on Zeke’s thighs. Keeping her seating placement closer to his knees than other areas, Pieck dipped the fabric into the water. She started with slow circles on his shoulders, outlining each muscle as if tracing them on paper. Working down one arm, and then the other, the cloth traveled across his chest muscles, leaving behind a tantalizing trail of water droplets. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, setting herself for the task at hand before moving to embrace him and start on his back.
Pieck’s voice was low as she asked, “How does that feel?”
Zeke took a slow deep breath as his companion drew him in closer, shutting his eyes to become completely immersed in the beautiful young woman in front of him, rather than the bathwater itself. The warm steam cleared his nostrils and calmed his nerves, allowing himself to pick up the dulled aroma that was inexplicably her. He knew it well, and better than anyone, as it had not changed since he first discovered it in that makeshift basement bedroom all those years ago. The War Chief’s muscles relaxed at her gentle touch, his strong frame melting at the feeling of her warm, soft skin against his own. In truth, he craved her touch. If he could drown himself in it, he would. Physical affection was something that he had been mostly devoid of his entire life. It was a luxury, which made Pieck’s body and her touch taste all the more like forbidden fruit.
“Very good, Pieck,” Zeke whispered into her skin, allowing himself a brief reprieve in the safe confines of her embrace. He could feel Pieck shiver at his words, knowing all too well that she enjoyed his praise.
Leaning her chin over his shoulder, Pieck mildly scrubbed the elder Warrior’s back. Her keen, dark eyes caught sight of a few new bruises, and although neither one of them were strangers to pain, she still avoided pressing too hard in those places. Each scar, bruise, or scrape were details that she memorized about the man before her, taking note like a cartographer overlooking an ever changing terrain. However, some things were the same, and she couldn’t help but smile at the idea of how familiar his body had become to her. Pieck replaced the pressure of the cloth with her own hands, letting the cloth sink into the soapy water. Cupping her hands, she poured warm water over his shoulders, letting it drip down the landscape of his muscles before her hands smoothed over his skin. Leaning in, she kissed his neck before whispering against his collarbone.
“There. All clean, War Chief.”
Pieck’s eyes flickered up to Zeke’s face after a few seconds passed by without a response. Curious, she leaned back, wondering momentarily if he had fallen asleep. His breathing wasn’t slow enough for him to be unconscious. So, with an unseen impish smile, Pieck dipped her fingers down into the water, flipping her wrist to launch a small stream of water right up into her dear Commander’s face.
Zeke’s eyes instantly shot open, his expression shifting from relaxed to stunned. His grey irises darted downwards to glance at the only person who could have possibly been the offender.
“Did you just–”
The blond’s question was clipped by another sudden wave of water splashing against his face.
“Did I just what?” Pieck responded coyly, repeating his question back to him with an air of innocence.
As a precaution to protect himself from a third assault, Zeke’s hand launched out from underneath the water to snatch Pieck’s wrist, his movement akin to a predator leaving its hiding spot to subdue its prey. He gripped her wrist tightly, yanking her forward in one swift tug to prevent her from looking anywhere that wasn’t him.
“Don’t make me put you over my knee,” the War Chief threatened in a deep authoritative tone that would have made anyone quake beneath him. Gone were the days where he had to be gentle with his dear little Pieck.
Surprised at the change in tone, a single eyebrow rose with intrigue on Pieck’s face. Regardless, Pieck knew not to back down from his challenge. Her dark eyes filled with a strength that she had developed over the years, and she delivered her next line in the most nonchalant way possible. “Hm. We haven’t tried that position before…”
Done with talking, Zeke lifted his free hand to place it on the center of Pieck’s back. Warm water dripped down her spine as he spread his fingers across her shoulder blades. He pulled her towards him as he dipped his head down, placing a hot, rough kiss upon her soft lips, its steaminess rivaling the air pressure of the room. The sudden movement caused the surface of the water to gently rock within the basin, taking turns on submerging their waists like a scale trying to find its balance. Zeke hissed at the cool air hitting his wet skin while he parted Pieck’s lips with his tongue, wasting no time in exploring the confines of her mouth. They had limited time before their hidden oasis would freeze over, and he was going to make it count.
Taking Zeke’s cues on urgency, Pieck hummed into his mouth, relishing in the taste of him. Her teeth tugged on his bottom lip with the precision of a surgeon; just enough to egg him on, not enough to bruise. Her fingers threaded tightly into his hair, wetting the shorter blond strands at the base of his neck. Their rendezvous had always been like walking on a tightrope, wanting to make the most of every moment but being careful enough not to fall or get caught with a misplaced love bite or too loud of a noise.
But tonight was different, Pieck realized. There was no one there to tell them not to. There was no need to keep quiet. They had miles of open land, at least for the time being. With that freeing thought, Pieck pressed her body tightly against his. Her soft flesh melded against his hard muscles, their chests pressed together, and the contact, knowing that it was him , made her sigh with pleasure. It was simple. She wanted his touch and body all over her, in every possible way.
Zeke felt his cock twitch as Pieck’s thighs slid down onto either side of his lap to rest her weight onto her knees, causing there to be just the slightest of gaps between them. While the all too familiar feeling of desire started to simmer within him, the blond placed his hands onto Pieck’s shoulders. He moved his hands downwards along her torso, drinking in the curves of her body like a refreshing glass of water, her skin slick to his touch. They moved with purpose until they settled onto her hips, gripping her tightly in place as he moved his head to begin planting wet kisses along her collar bone.
Pieck’s breathy gasp rose into the steamy air before disappearing towards the rafters. Her skin felt aflame under the ministrations of his lips. She moved her hips towards his touch, her hands beginning their very own exploration. Traveling across his shoulders, his biceps, and his chest, they became part of her map once more as her fingers teased their way down his abdomen. Under the surface of the water, her fingers lessened in pressure, brushing against his toned stomach and hips. She desired for him to demand her touch before she gave him what he truly wanted.
“What do you want, Zeke…?” she whispered into his favored ear, her tongue flicking out to punctuate her question.
It was a question that Zeke couldn’t ever recall being directed towards him. He only existed on this earth to serve one role. It was a role that had taken on many names over his life–tool, pawn, key, secret weapon–but no matter the title, they all meant the same thing. He was an object, an object that could be used for other peoples’ gain where he would never reap the benefits. His wants never mattered, as his own wants were pointless in the grand scheme of things. Yet right in this moment, in the crumbling foundations of Utgard Castle, he allowed his desires to seep through the failing fortifications of his heart, pushing through like a siege while his defenses could do nothing to stop it other than wait helplessly for repairs.
“I want you to touch me,” Zeke answered in a gruff voice, replacing what would have been commas with kisses. “I want you to want me.” His hot breath ghosted along her chest as he spoke, changing the direction of his trail of kisses as he moved upwards along her neck. “I want you completely undone.” He lightly sucked at her neck before stopping his journey at her ear. It was only fair for him to whisper words in return. “And I want you to scream my name so loudly that even Marley could hear you,” he paused to bite at her ear lobe before he checked for understanding. “Is that clear?”
Pieck’s usually sleepy eyes glazed over with a new lens of lust. “Crystal clear, sir.” His words had caused the now familiar coiling to begin within her stomach, a sensation she had become more accustomed to as they had spent more intimate time together. Knowing what she wanted, she trailed down from his abdomen to cup his cock with her delicate fingers. She felt him respond to her touch and smiled with amusement. His words had been true.
Kissing down the length of Zeke’s body, the woman in front of him slowly slipped down into the water, submerging her beautiful body as she began to idly stroke him. She laid on her stomach between his legs, her own bent at the knee, feet curved in a way that reminded him of the tail of a mythical creature from the deep. Her hair, the ends like seaweed floating above his lap, was just as dark as her eyes which never left his own. They were filled with the promise to soon drown him in a sea of blissful temptation.
However, all of that fantasy faded away as the reality of Pieck’s lips pressed an affectionate, almost reverent, kiss to the head of his cock.
Zeke hissed as he took a sharp breath inward, but did not dare to remove his eyes from her. “Pieck, dear, I said touch, not–” the end of his sentence was abandoned, only to be replaced by a moan as his dark-haired companion licked his tip clean from a small bead of pre-cum. Truthfully, Zeke preferred making his partner feel good, not the other way around. Being the recipient brought too much attention onto himself, and it was a gesture that he felt undeserving of. All his life he was used to giving, rather than receiving. But here and now, as Pieck was absolutely spoiling him in between his thighs, his own thoughts of self-loathing seem to wash away along with the dirt and grime that previously plagued both of their bodies.
“ Fuck, that feels good…” the War Chief managed to voice aloud, tilting his head back to rest against the brim of the tub. His arms soon followed, creating a brief fall of rain as they rested around the bath's edge.
He felt a hum of appreciation against him as Pieck relished in his praise. She wrapped her hand around his base, the water creating a slick surface for her to take advantage of. Her kiss-swollen lips kissed along his shaft before finally slipping over the tip, flicking her tongue against him experimentally. The taste of him finally in her mouth, the first time she had been allowed this, Pieck couldn’t help but groan at the thought. After meeting his gaze once more, she eventually closed her eyes. Little by little as she started to bob her head, she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue creating a soft, wet barrier on his underside. She started to test what he liked, a tongue-press here, a moan there. Anything to get more of a reaction out of the blonde prince above her.
Zeke had to grip on the copper edge of the tub with both hands in order to resist the urge of bucking his hips up into her. “Ah, god damn, Pieck, that’s it. Just like that. Damn, you feel good,” Zeke whispered in between breaths, his voice low and raspy. The temperature of the water in combination with Pieck’s ministrations caused his cheeks to flush as he started to feel the ever familiar burning sensation in the pit of his stomach. If she kept going like this, then surely he’d orgasm. He felt the need to inform her, just in case that wasn’t her full intention, yet as he began to open his mouth, his mind wandered to several moments ahead in time, imagining himself finishing inside of Pieck’s mouth. Would she spit or would she swallow? Either was incredibly unexpected of Pieck, and that thought only made him more aroused. “Pieck, I’m going to…” Unable to finish his warning, a hand unlatched from the tub to grip onto her thick, black hair. With a loud groan, Zeke came, arching his hips up to meet her lips and spill his seed completely into the confines of her mouth.
Pieck gagged around him, having no experience with this part of the act either. As she breathed in through her nose, she resolved herself to finish the task that she had started. Eyes closed, she swallowed, sucking around him until he finally finished completely. After all, she didn’t want to dirty the water they had worked so hard to get, she thought with an internal smirk. His fingers still woven into her hair, she removed her lips from his cock to openly lick him completely clean, her hand still around him, before her warm, grey eyes opened up to gaze longingly up at him. Would he be pleased with her? She knew he had previous experiences, but they had never talked about it beyond their conversation all of those years ago when their intimate relationship started. Had he had a moment like this before? How did she compare? Did she please him as much as she set out to?
“Mmm,” she hummed, her voice low and a little hoarse. “How was that?”
With his own question now answered, Zeke moved his hand from her hair down to cup her cheek, wiping off a small dribble of his cum from her bottom lip. “Very good, Pieck.” The blond then moved both of his hands downwards to rest at her hips, turning the dark-haired woman around in the water before pulling her closer, having her back rest against his chest and in between his legs. Zeke placed a kiss upon her shoulder before he moved his hands upwards, his palms traveling along her skin until they cupped her breasts. “You did so well,” he praised, his fingers moving to tease at her nipples, giving them a light squeeze to accentuate his next question. “It almost makes me think you’ve done that before.”
Pieck gasped in response, her chest swelling under his attention. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself; she didn’t want to come off as too eager to begin with, even if his words of approval made her mind go fuzzy. “No, not at all. Someone wouldn’t let me,” she teased, wriggling her hips once against his lap. She settled back against his warm, strong chest, focusing on the way his hands moved over her. “You know better than anyone about my range of limited experiences. You were my first, after all.”
Zeke would be her first and only if he had anything to selfishly say about it. “Good answer,” he responded, leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. His right hand left her chest to move below, gliding down her already slick abdomen to stop just before the junction in between his thighs. His fingers traced circles along her skin, wanting it to be very clear in what pleasure awaited her that he was purposely delaying. “And tell me, Pieck, my dear,” he started, moving his head to whisper once more, his lips brushing against her ear. “What did I taste like?”
With that one question, Pieck felt like her entire body was at attention. She felt overly sensitive, as if she could feel everything at once a little too clearly. The way his lips at her ear whispered those naughty words to her made a shiver travel down her spine. She could feel every line of his body below her own, and the way his hands were moving downwards…
Pieck pondered the question as her hips began to roll towards his hand, requesting for him to move closer to her center. “Dark… a little bitter… salty… addicting…” she murmured against his neck.
“Good girl,” Zeke encouraged, the idea that she found him addicting would certainly drive him mad. As a reward for her answer, the War Chief dipped his hand under the water, cupping the entirety of her mound before he used his fingers to part her folds. He had her body memorized, knowing exactly where to rub in order to have her fall apart against him. As the blond moved his digits in circles over and over again over her clit, he brought his free hand up to the top of her head, pulling her by her hair to have her lie back against his shoulder and stare at the warm glow of the candles dancing along the ceiling.
“Ah…” Pieck gasped. Through heavily lidded eyes, she relaxed against her partner, her hips rolling up to meet his touch in response. A warmth spread through her every time she heard him approve of something that she did or said. Pieck hadn’t realized that his approval meant this much to her, but as a warmth slid from her chest and into her core, building up within, she knew it was something she couldn’t deny. Every time that he touched her clit, she couldn’t help but moan. Soon, her sounds built in volume. She needed him to go faster.
“M-More… Please, Zeke…” she urged.
Pieck never had to beg him. If she wanted something, Zeke would give it to her, and instantly, if the situation allowed. At her request, he moved silently, slipping a finger inside of her in order to repeatedly press against her tight walls at a slightly faster pace than before. Each push caused her body to grind up back against his now re-erect cock. Zeke knew that this alone would not be enough to satisfy her, but get her close enough to the edge for her to voice what she really wanted.
It truly didn’t take that long. After going so long without him, Pieck knew that she wouldn’t be able to last as long as she usually would. She pleasured herself for just a few minutes more, pushing down against his hand as the water splashed around her hips, finding it incredibly difficult to stop. But finally, as Pieck felt the familiar coiling begin within her, she knew she didn’t want this feeling to end unless it was with him.
She cried out his name breathlessly, her usually nonchalant voice demonstrating the urgency of her need. “Zeke… please, I want you… I want your cock… I want you …”
“You’re a Warrior, aren’t you?” Upon hearing her desperate pleas, Zeke released Pieck from his grasp, removing his hands from the dark-haired woman to prevent her from reaching her climax. “Then take what’s yours.”
Pieck was left panting, staring up at the ceiling. What was hers? Could he ever really, truly, be considered hers? Pieck hadn’t deluded herself into believing that was possible. She knew that he had her heart, irrevocably and completely, but she had always believed that she was the one that was his. No, that couldn’t have been what he meant, she decided.
Pushing her intrusive thoughts away, she eagerly turned around to kneel above his lap, her supple thighs parted for him. With her hands on Zeke’s shoulders for leverage, Pieck positioned herself above him. She could feel his member, hot and sizable, underneath her, and the idea of what awaited her made her mouth go dry in anticipation. Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, prolonging the moment of bliss for them both. She looked into his eyes before lowering herself downwards onto his girth, allowing his cock to steadily fill all of her. Watch me , she thought to herself. I want you to see what you do to me.
Zeke’s eyes did not leave her form as he observed her facial expressions change from confident, to lust, to surprise, to bliss. He had a front row seat for what could possibly be his last intimate viewing of Pieck Finger. It was an exclusive show just for him, a show that would etch itself into these stone walls, and should they have to part ways tomorrow, he knew that a part of them would always remain within this castle. With unshaken hands, he gripped either side of her hips tightly, acting as her stirrups as she found her stride, riding up and down upon his cock.
Even to Pieck, something was different about the way he was looking at her tonight. She watched his eyes flicker over her with intensity. He was drinking her in, as if he had been kept from water for years. There was a gravity to it, and although she wasn’t sure where it was coming from, she wanted to give him a memory that he would always want to come back to.
Once she had grown accustomed to the intrusion, her shallow thrusts grew deeper. She rode him slowly, rolling her body like the ocean, taking him further until he was nearly entirely buried inside of her tight hole. The water rocked back and forth with her body movements. It occasionally threatened to splash from the tub, but Pieck held back. Her hands traveled over her body, tracing over her skin and muscles to highlight where she wanted him to look. Her lithe digits gripped her own hair, tugging it away from her pink-tinged cheeks, threading through the dark strands until lightly gliding over her shoulders. She cupped her breasts, flicking one pert nipple with her thumb, and gasped in response. Smoothing over her stomach and hips, she neared the place where Zeke was connected to her… before guiding her way back up. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. She was familiar with his shape. The way his cock curved within her to hit every right spot, the way he stretched her just enough to make her feel entirely full. But it didn’t stop it from being thrilling every time they made love.
“How’s that, War Chief? Faster?” she leaned forward, her hair a curtain above him as she kissed his lips. “Tell me what you want.”
There was something about Pieck touching herself and exploring her own body that made Zeke’s ever-working mind grind to a halt. Her thrusts squeezed every inch of his cock, the pleasure spreading through his veins like molten lava. Even through his lustful haze, he knew Pieck had put him in quite the perilous position. Her being on top of him in combination with the small confines of the bathtub made it impossible for him to move. The War Chief knew that he would need to eventually pull out, as was his usual practice in all of their previous trysts. As much as every primal instinct within him was screaming at him to finish inside of her, he knew better than to risk the chance of bringing another poor Eldian soul into this world. The underlying fear is what led him to answer her question quickly.
“Marvelous, my dear,” Zeke praised, pausing to swallow in an effort to ease his very dry throat. “I want you to bend over. Now. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Pieck’s movements came to a halt as she sat up to process his request, causing their choppy waters to gradually become still once more. She looked to the side of her to analyze the edge of the tub before glancing back at him quizzically. “In here? That’s just going to make a mess of the floor.”
Upon hearing her concern, Zeke moved his hands to the small of her back, using her as leverage to sit up, their abdomens meeting as one. He looked up at her with a combative gaze, his hot breath permeating the underside of her chin.
“Who cares? Look around you; this is our castle.”
The concept of anything in the world being entirely theirs , the two of them, together, was more than her mind could comprehend. As Eldians, Pieck rarely had anything of her very own. Something borrowed, or a hand-me-down, was as new as she could get most of the time. It was certainly never anything first-class. The idea of sharing something with him? Whether it was something tangible, an occupied space like this incredible castle, or even just a moment with him made her heart swell with an incredible, impossible, overwhelming feeling. As soon as she felt it, a wall within her mind slammed down, refusing to name the feeling. If she did, there was no possibility of ever going back. She couldn’t pretend not to know.
Instead, Pieck groaned begrudgingly as she allowed Zeke to slip out of her, the emptiness he left behind unbearable. She turned around, their bodies moving to get into position. Her hands, starting to slightly prune from the prolonged exposure to the water, gripped the edge of the tub in anticipation. “All right,” she signaled to him, hearing him move behind her. Instead of that feeling in her chest, she concentrated on the idea of how freeing it would be to not have to hold back her voice. For once, the soft-spoken woman could yell out Zeke’s name. In fact, he had actually encouraged it.
Zeke waited a beat after hearing her signal, taking a moment to appreciate the work of art that was her backside. He moved to his knees, wincing as the cool air hit his previously submerged skin. Droplets of water fell from his frame as he moved his hand in front of him, wrapping around his aching cock to align himself with her slick entrance. The blond gripped tightly onto her hips, growling as he pushed inside of her. The moan that escaped from her lips caused him to accelerate quickly right out of the gate, as if stomping all the way down on a car’s accelerator pedal.
“That’s it, Pieck. Take it,” Zeke encouraged, his thrusts hard and fast. Unlike his usual reserved and calculating demeanor, the Beast showed no restraint. He would ravage her and leave nothing behind. That undeniable, primal urge within him decided that he would fuck her, and he would fuck her hard.
From the noises Pieck was making, she certainly wasn’t complaining.
She cried out with abandon as she felt his skin smacking against her own, the constant feeling of full, near empty, and full again driving her mad. Her fingers clenched at the metal of the tub, wishing for more leverage. But there was something about the lack of rules, regulation, or stability… everything that had become constant themes in their lives… that Pieck found invigorating.
“Zeke..! Please… Yes, give it to me, Zeke… I want you… only you,” she called out, her words echoing off the stone walls of their castle. She adored this side of him, this repressed, passionate man that slipped out every once in a while. But this time was different. It felt raw. Pure. Free. As if their respective walls were starting to crumble away, the chains of Marley temporarily removed, and allowed them to just be as much together as humanly possible.
Pieck’s encouragement only fueled Zeke’s drive further, his every movement causing water to slosh over the edge of the tub and onto the floor below. Unlike his partner, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, sensing the encroaching feeling of release building up like hot lava in his groin. “Fuck, Pieck. I’m close. I need you to come for me,” he managed to order in between shallow breaths. He tightened his hold onto her hips with a grip that was bound to leave marks. “Come for me, Pieck!”
Between Zeke’s urging, the feeling of the water, and the growing need inside of her, it was impossible for Pieck to hold on any longer. Rarely one to disobey a direct order, she felt herself tighten around him, her voice loud as he sent her over the edge. She thrusted erratically back against him, coming hard around his cock. Her back arched as she pressed her hips back against him, Zeke’s name the only sound that she could make. Finally, Pieck’s thighs shook, paired with a shuddering, resounding moan of finality.
Zeke felt Pieck’s walls tighten around him, triggering his own climax. With a loud groan, he slipped out of her just in time, cumming into his own hand. As she came down from her orgasm, Pieck collapsed forward against the tub. Her cheek pressed against the cool metal as she worked hard to catch her breath. There wasn’t a training exercise on earth that could leave her this spent and exhausted, but Pieck smiled in spite of it all.
The chamber was quiet for a few moments, sans the pronounced sounds of both of their labored breathing. Zeke was first to move, wading through the tub to reach over and grab two spare towels that the Marleyan military left behind in an abandoned supply box. He wiped his hands clean first before unfolding the second towel and draping it around Pieck’s shoulders.
“How was that?” He questioned.
Pieck couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. “You ask me that every time,” she chided with a sleepy smile, adjusting the towel around her. “I’m running out of synonyms for… how did you describe yourself back then? Amazing, was it? Breathtaking?” She stood up, the water dripping down her milky skin before stepping out onto the stone floor and towel-drying herself off.
“I do believe those were some of the many words I suggested, yes.” Zeke followed suit, rising out of the tub to rub his towel across and down his limbs. “I’m glad they still apply,” he commented further with a smirk, bending over to quickly put on his clothes. He moved to gather Pieck’s items for her, only to find that her shirt was incredibly damp, no doubt a victim of their final act.
“It seems we have a casualty,” the bearer of the Beast commented, presenting the item to his companion before wringing it out. After passing along the still dry garments to Pieck, he removed his brown jacket from his person while she dressed, holding it up behind her to allow her to slip her arms inside. “Here.”
Having slipped only into her undergarments, Pieck decided that the rest of her clothes could wait. She placed the bundle on the ground before slipping into Zeke’s jacket. Smiling, she subtly inhaled his scent. The clean pine aroma with the underlying hint of coffee and spice invaded her nose, and she surrendered willingly to it.
“Thank you,” Pieck murmured, the simple words meaning far more than the offering of his coat. As she picked up her remaining ensemble, she asked, “We should go and rest while we still can, don’t you think?”
In walking away from the tub, Pieck soon felt the aftereffects of their activities. Her body caught up with her, her muscles feeling heavy and sluggish. Her legs and hips especially ached, and after considering their various positions, Pieck realized that she shouldn’t be so surprised. After only four steps up to the next level, Zeke heard her make a noise under her breath. She winced as she walked, trying to disguise her discomfort.
Pieck then felt Zeke’s presence behind her; it would only take mere moments for him to catch up to her in her current state. “Let me,” he whispered with a warm softness as he wrapped an arm around her middle back. He bent down, hooking his other arm behind the crook of Pieck’s knees in order to lift her up into his chest. The War Chief began his ascent up the spiral staircase and back to where their lodgings were within the castle, holding Pieck tightly and securely to his strong, sturdy frame.
As Pieck looked up at him, her body barely swaying in his arms, she was suddenly stricken by a memory. She had read about something like this in a fairytale book, many years ago. It was a book that she had never put much stock in; after all, fairytales were made up stories, fables meant to teach lessons and to give false hope to those in difficult situations. Pieck had never fooled herself into thinking that an Eldian such as herself would ever be rescued in some sort of way. But as she thought about this memory, the faded, crumbling walls of the castle melted away. They morphed into a grand, sweeping staircase. The gray-brown walls became dazzling white, trimmed with gold, and the broken windows sparkled with the brilliant colors of stained glass. She gazed up at a blond prince who had swept her up into his arms, whisking her away to a life of comfort and happiness.
But as she blinked, the vision was gone. The broken interior around them crushed in on her, but the one thing that remained was her own prince. She smiled up at him, how his strong jaw was set with determination, how his eyes looked at the path ahead of him. She knew. This was all that she needed. His strong arms around her, holding her up. A man who could go from absolute passion, to a fierce protector, to an affectionate and appreciative lover promptly after it all.
Leaning into his warmth, the raven-haired Warrior affectionately nuzzled her cheek against his chest. “My hero…” she said with a light tease to her voice. “Coming to my rescue, as always. You’ll have to be careful about that, or you’ll spoil me.”
Zeke looked down at her, his features partially backlit by the light creeping in through the windows. “It’s not really spoiling if you return the favor, is it?” He questioned, recalling just how many times she has covered for him in the past. “Though perhaps you deserve to be spoiled every now and then.”
As the War Chief entered their temporary abode, he carried Pieck over to where they had their bedrolls, close to their makeshift fire pit. One-by-one, he dropped to his knees in order to gently set her down on her bedding before placing a blanket up over her. “You go ahead and rest,” Zeke ordered, moving to sit beside her. “I’m sure that my titans would act as our alarm, but I’ll take a watch, just in case.” He offered his hand for Pieck to hold, which she took immediately; it was his own silent way of letting her know that he wouldn’t be leaving. He began stroking her hair with his free hand, repeating this rhythmic pattern until she fell asleep.
They both knew that Zeke didn’t need to stay up. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted to because on the off chance that the Coordinate came to inspect the wall, he wanted to linger in this final moment that he may have with Pieck Finger. Zeke found the younger woman to be the most beautiful while in this state, recalling a fairytale he read in his youth about a sleeping beauty that was cursed by a witch with eternal sleep, only to be awakened by a prince in the end. She looked so peaceful, like all her worries from their cruel world fell away around her. The War Chief contemplated the possibility of leaving her a note to find, feeling she deserved a formal goodbye, but what would it say? There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t make her feel angry or hurt. There was nothing he could say that would make her understand. So instead, his potential goodbye would be this peaceful moment, filled with nurture and tenderness.
Before lying down beside her, Zeke leaned down, placing a soft, light kiss to Pieck’s forehead. He came to the conclusion that he was not the prince in the fairytale; he was the witch. Perhaps with this kiss, he could free her of the curse that he had originally placed on her heart, for her happy ending, even though it had yet to be written, could never be with him.