[SnK] BertRei; your kiss was like a thousand stars
(your eyes were a lunar eclipse)
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Pairing: Bertholdt/Reiner
Contents: AU
Word Count: 400ish
Squashed in the middle of a rugby team had only encouraged his already overactive sweat glands. Twenty-two heavily built men (and him and he knew he was bigger than he had any right to be) in a little downtown bar whose beams rattled from their cheering. He’d really started sympathising with the ball as he watched it being manhandled on the screen. For all that it wasn’t what Bertholdt would have chosen to do with his evening though it probably could have been worse, and he was glad to have got through the experience of meeting his boyfriend’s team with little more than a few beer stains on his shirt.
But Reiner lingered.
Bertholdt had spent the better part of an hour after the match eyeballing him until a glimmer of awareness had sparked in Reiner’s scrum-addled skull. Finally, they extracted themselves.
The night air felt like a cold shower on Bertholdt’s damp skin. It was refreshing at first, cleansing the exhaustion from his mind and soul. The distant sounds of people only heightened the pacifying feeling of space. Looking up, Bertholdt wished it was dark enough that he could have seen more than the frugal scattering of stars.
Reiner caught him shivering and shrugged off his jacket, stopping Bertholdt to wrap it around his shoulders.
“We shouldn’t have stayed so long,” Reiner said. “My bad.”
Bertholdt inwardly agreed, but he didn’t meet Reiner’s eyes in case doing so caused accidental instant forgiveness. It was bad enough that the jacket smelt like Reiner, and was warm like Reiner, and was reminding Bertholdt why he had agreed to go out in the first place.
“Bertl.”
Reiner leant up, almost on tiptoe, until Bertholdt could no longer avoid looking at him. With a rueful huff, Reiner bumped their foreheads together. The tension evaporated, and Bertholdt returned the gesture, a flush of foolish happiness blossoming as their noses brushed. With sappy smiles, they gazed into each other’s eyes.
Then they kissed. One peck turned into many, each one fleeting and adoring. They never strayed from each other’s lips, and they never lasted more than a moment, but each one was enough to set Bertholdt aglow until he felt warm from head to foot. He was almost dizzy as they parted.
“Come on,” Reiner said, taking Bertholdt’s hand. “Let’s go home.”
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Pairing: Bertholdt/Reiner
Contents: AU
Word Count: 400ish
Squashed in the middle of a rugby team had only encouraged his already overactive sweat glands. Twenty-two heavily built men (and him and he knew he was bigger than he had any right to be) in a little downtown bar whose beams rattled from their cheering. He’d really started sympathising with the ball as he watched it being manhandled on the screen. For all that it wasn’t what Bertholdt would have chosen to do with his evening though it probably could have been worse, and he was glad to have got through the experience of meeting his boyfriend’s team with little more than a few beer stains on his shirt.
But Reiner lingered.
Bertholdt had spent the better part of an hour after the match eyeballing him until a glimmer of awareness had sparked in Reiner’s scrum-addled skull. Finally, they extracted themselves.
The night air felt like a cold shower on Bertholdt’s damp skin. It was refreshing at first, cleansing the exhaustion from his mind and soul. The distant sounds of people only heightened the pacifying feeling of space. Looking up, Bertholdt wished it was dark enough that he could have seen more than the frugal scattering of stars.
Reiner caught him shivering and shrugged off his jacket, stopping Bertholdt to wrap it around his shoulders.
“We shouldn’t have stayed so long,” Reiner said. “My bad.”
Bertholdt inwardly agreed, but he didn’t meet Reiner’s eyes in case doing so caused accidental instant forgiveness. It was bad enough that the jacket smelt like Reiner, and was warm like Reiner, and was reminding Bertholdt why he had agreed to go out in the first place.
“Bertl.”
Reiner leant up, almost on tiptoe, until Bertholdt could no longer avoid looking at him. With a rueful huff, Reiner bumped their foreheads together. The tension evaporated, and Bertholdt returned the gesture, a flush of foolish happiness blossoming as their noses brushed. With sappy smiles, they gazed into each other’s eyes.
Then they kissed. One peck turned into many, each one fleeting and adoring. They never strayed from each other’s lips, and they never lasted more than a moment, but each one was enough to set Bertholdt aglow until he felt warm from head to foot. He was almost dizzy as they parted.
“Come on,” Reiner said, taking Bertholdt’s hand. “Let’s go home.”