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Tonight started like many others the door barley closed before their hands made contact with your skin, before that familiar hunger took over the both of you. They’d made it to the bedroom this time, which was something. Last week it had been the couch, a few days prior the hallway floor.
Now however, Hange hovered between your thighs, their glasses fogged and askew, their hair a mess. they looked up at you with those eyes. Oh those sharp intelligent eyes, dark mixed with want and need. God it was perfect. And you felt that familiar tightness in your chest, and they felt it in your folds. Like many nights before, although it had nothing to do with desire but all to do with that lingering question you both kept swallowing down.
“Enough of this,” you muttered, guiding Hanges mouth exactly where you needed it.
A low chuckle vibrated against your core. “Mm.. Someone’s impatient tonight, what’s the matter CANT handle my teasing tonight, baby?”
“God. Hange, stop fucking talking, hurry up and just-" you didn’t get to finish that sentence before Hanges tongue plunged inside of you, it was slow and deliberately like they had all the time in the world. Like you hadn’t been waiting to come undone once the door closed.
They worked with you- surprisingly with the same intensity they brought to everything with meaning- it was an assault, an experiment, and they were cataloging every. Single. Reaction. Every slip up you gave them. When you cursed and demanded they give you more, Hange pinned your hips down hard, those strong fingers digging into you.
“So demanding.” They hummed into your clit “But I’m willing to work with you.”
The room filled with sounds- moans, sheets, heavy breathing and Hange loved it. No- they lived for it. Hange added their fingers, curling inside of you with practice hitting all of those much needed spots, and you felt yourself coming apart.
“That’s it.” Hange whispered, their voice rough. “Let me see you.”
When your climax hit. It felt like falling, a moment of free fall that was blissful before gravity pulls you down. Hange worked you through your orgasm, then crawled up to you, mapping your body as they moved. Then they kissed you, a wet and sloppy kiss. But a kiss nonetheless. Your chest felt heavy.
“There she is,” Hange praised you. “Atta girl.”
You say up, the mattress dipping as you recovered your breath, you huffed out.
“Your turn.”
Before Hange could even muster out another reply, you flipped them off your chest and onto their back, their glasses slid off completely, landing somewhere into the tangle of sheets beneath you. Without them, Hange looked younger, more vulnerable, a way they never allowed themselves to look in the public eye.
“You look good like this, Hange.” You praised them, and oh god you meant it.
Hange grinned, a smug grin. You however, were busy. Your hands roamed their thighs. “What are you gonna do to me?”
Their voice sparked something in you, you were sick of it. Eighteen months of this, coming together only to pull apart, pretending this was just physical when you both knew better than that.
“What I’m gonna do?” You questioned, but you knew the answer, “I’m going to fuck those brains right out, that’s what I’m gonna do. And you, your gonna enjoy it, there’s your task.”
“Promises, promises,” Hange smiled smugly but their pupils dilated.
You didn’t waste time after that, you settled your head between Hanges thighs, you gave them everything they had given you. Attention, focus, the single goal in mind, and that goal was to show Hange that you are worth keeping around, that you could make them feel as good as they made you feel.
Hange was gasping your name holding onto the sheets like that would somehow save them from your wrath. They tried to maintain their composure, a detachment that they would wear like armor. In the lab, in the field. But you stopped it right away with your bare teeth and hands until it was just Hange. That was all you wanted, just Hange. And Hange gave it to you, they were as messy and desperate as you were prior.
“You said I was just making false promises,” you hummed. “But here I am. Devouring you.”
“F-fuck.” Hange tried to laugh but it broke out into moans. “Yeah.. you’re doing it. Atta girl.”
Their fingers tangled into your hair, not pulling. Just holding. Urging you deeper, their voice emerged from the moans a more commanding voice, one they used in the lab, but it wasn’t. It was fractured. Yes little cracks filled with need.
“Y/N… please. Make me cum.”
You did. You watched them arch off the bed, heard them shout your name- a name the neighbors had become accustomed to. They shouted your name like it was the only thing that mattered. Their thighs clamped around your hand before going limp, and you felt victorious in a way that had nothing to do with ego, or pride. But everything to do with seeing Hange in this vulnerable state.
“You’re going to kill me one day.” Hange reached for you weakly.
That’s when you asked it, the question that had been building for months now.
“Are we finally gonna date?”
The silence stretched long enough for you to think Hange had fallen asleep on you.
‘Your fucking joking-‘
Then their hand found your hair, they stroked it softly.
“Yeah.” Hange said softly “I’d like that.”
You lifted your head to see their face. Hange looked serious, none of their deflection visible.
“I mean only if you can keep up with me, Darlin’.” They added smiling.
You closed your eyes, you felt the steady rhythm of Hanges heart beneath your cheek. Eighteen months of circles, eighteen months of running in and out of this exact moment. But maybe- just maybe it would all work out this time.
Or maybe in a week, they’d fall back into the old patterns, silence, distance, tension, and late night just like this. Late night sex that would kick start it back up all over again.
But as 3am rolled around and Hanges breathing deepen into sleep. You decided that maybe not knowing the future was part of it. Maybe love isn’t certain, but choosing to stay was different.
You tucked yourself closer into Hanges weak grip, eyes shut. Letting yourself drift into Hanges arms once again.