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[ he knows them, but the more distractions the better. ]

if i know you're coming
if i want to be found

Give me a time limit and I'll beat it.

bold.
five minutes.

Don’t make it easy.

tick-tock

[ okay, so!! he said he’d find her, and eren has come plenty prepared to scale walls and taste bricks to find her scent. he’d never forget something so thickly luscious to his senses, and when he finds something to track, it’s in an instant.

bonding helps even further— feels like pulling on a rope that has an end. half expecting her to stay on the move for him, and half expecting her to leave a messy, messy little trail to drive him into a crazy circle until he finds her in one particular spot up high.

either way, he likes surprises, and he’s good at narrowing the hunt :’) ]

[ The Bond helps her, too; she can feel it when he gets closer, little flushes of victory when he's happened upon a part of her trail. There are markers she's left purposely, the drag of her scent against a corner (only for her to double back) or a teasing feather twisting in the breeze. There are places, too, where she has found water or perfumes, incense and smoke; she has gone through those sections, disguising her scent as best she can.

Perhaps most pressing, however, is that she's had Dogmeat split off. Eren might see him sometimes, out of the corner of his eye - but Lex isn't with her loyal hound, and Dogmeat is content to wander and play, barking happily and trying to get Eren to chase him.

But Lex wants to be found, and eventually she leaves a long drag of her scent mark up to a roof top where she's perched, nesting in random debris and shed armor. ]

[ if you think watching him (and feeling him) skitter around for her was a good time, please consider this on full moon, where eren has history of going after clothes, smelling them, then thinking "wait this isn't a body".

eren falls into traps as easily as she's left them— he flicks his tongue at the very corners she's turned before coming back around, he finds himself losing a minute or two in incense departments, muttering amused curses and trying to bat dogmeat away from weaving into his legs. he knows you want to distract him!! he doesn't have time for this! he's running!

the whole time, there's a plethora of emotions calling to her from him: appeal, enthusiasm, yearning, missing her, and even the audacious pang of lust. he has, actually, only five minutes and he's dangerously nearing his limit. just in time, at least, to find a wall that says up. his claws have grown well, curved and intact, allowing him to crimp his fingers against the surface and pull himself up (toes doing the same thing). climb, climb, and climb some more— until his horns prod out from the ledge of the roof, moving slowly towards her like a shark's fin above water . . . before his eyes, just the sight of his eyes and pointed ears, poke up with silent brightness to see her. ]

[ Bright blue eyes and pointed ears peer over the top of the roof and Lex grins, teeth sharp and smile wide. He's found her - she knew he would, but she's no less happy to see him for that.

Her nest is fussed with, talons pulling a bit of a ripped sheet to one side, padding up the wall. It's not the most safe space, but one side of it is against the solid wall of the doorway to the stairwell, and it provides some protection from the elements. It provides some shade and coverage, too; lets Lex pull off another piece of armor and drop it with her pile, the motion joining the emotions curling through the bond to beckon him closer. She's right here - come and get her. ]

[ he’s there watching her and then he’s gone, popping up another distance away from where he was before sinking once more. the next time eren appears is far closer than he was, to her left opposite of the coverage she’s built.

a bag is slung over his shoulder, heavy and slouching off his back by gravity’s will, at least until he straightens just enough from his stalking crawl up the wall. her smile, lovely, and forcing his own fangs to poke away from his lips, wet from his tongue flirting across them, shrugging his shoulder to cause the bag to fall and hook against his arm— arms that connect to his ribs by the membrane of wings. ]

You’ll need those off.

[ for two reasons. but, of course, he definitely wants her to keep going and take his instigation to heart. ]

[ Her grin widens as Eren approaches, as he speaks; it's maybe the first time she's felt comfortable being the target, being the prey, so to speak. ]

Will I?

[ A buckle is fiddled with, flipped back and forth. Lex licks her lips deliberately, then unfastens the piece of armor with a flick of her wrist. ]

Going to tell me why?

[ Her head tilts, curious, and the piece of armor she's playing with is dropped into the pile. ]

[ this sort of stalking has eren circling closer to her now, no hiding the way he’s looking at her and drinking her in from top to bottom (to middle) to top again. he— yes, he’s getting an excited kick out of watching her pull off her things bit by bit. the circle he makes around her comes to a close stop from behind, so tempted to pull it off himself, but—

he’ll refrain, letting the heat of his exhale ride the back of her neck, and a claw play at the strap that remained. ]

I’ll tell when it’s gone.

[ he’s leaning back to watch her do the rest, though. most definitely. ]

[ Close, now. Lex lets her eyes drift shut, lets herself lean back slightly - not touching him, but into his space, the warmth radiating off of him. It's tempting to relax further, to slow down the removal of armor... but curiosity pushes her to sit back up after a moment. ]

Not that much left, [ she tells him, turning her head slightly to smile at him, even as her hands go for the next piece. She's faster, now; trained movements kick in, the armor shed in no time flat. When it's gone, she moves to turn, to face him, eyebrow raised expectantly. ]

Well?

[ and he’s not supposed to touch, right? plays very well into teasing, the way his space is pleasantly invaded makes him break the unspoken rules— a flick of his tongue over her neck, breathing scents in and nearly eating up the vibrancy in her energy, then a fleeting hand sliding along the lovely curve of her hip . . .

fleeting! he’s quick about it, as she is with the last piece and damn isn’t quick armor removal alone a turn on. there’s one more thing he needs to ask of her, and it shows in the way he grins and hands up a finger, his other hand now occupied with his back. ]

Close your eyes.

[ He grins and Lex can't help it - grins back, even as she makes a show of rolling her eyes. Eren will be able to feel it in the bond, though, the spark of amusement and the firm curiosity. Her eyes shut, tight; no peeking, not this one. ]

Eyes closed.

[ And she'll wait, though her senses are already straining to try and pick up extras, to try and supplement themselves now that she can't see. ]

[ she’s in for tip ins, then. the slips of thick fabric, the scent of leather and eren being settled over her head and draping over her shoulders. his fingers are careful as they are sly in guiding down her curves, to her spine. it isn’t too heavy, even lighter for those used to the lug of armor. on her sides, her back, clink little straps and buckles against one another as he tightens each belt— all until it’s hugging her.

making sure it’s adjusted just right, eren looks her up, down, both hands on the bump of her waist, before taking a dragging step back. ]

How’s it feel?

[ with her eyes open, she’ll see where his scent is coming from— it’s on her, all over her, scales shimmering colors from black to deep plum, to a few reds and oranges depending on the way the light hit it. armor fit for her, made of him. ]

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[ It's lighter than her combat armor, but the leather is a familiar feeling. It's newer than the leather armor she used to have, and smells far, far better - both because of Eren's scent and because it's not two hundred years old and soaked in generations of sweat and dust. She squirms just a little as he works the buckles, but it has nothing to do with the armor and everything to do with Eren's presence and meticulousness.

He takes a step back and Lex wants to grab for him, pull him back, but instead she opens her eyes. ]

Beautiful, [ she breathes, and it's both a response and a reaction. She runs her hands over the scales, admiring the way they catch the light. ] Eren, how-...?

Hiccup made it.

[ that’s the first person who should be given credit, but. they way the grin plays on him, man . . . the points to his teeth poke his lips, and he’s fighting pretty hard, equally hard, not to pull her back by the waist and just take her.

the bond’s ultimate thermometer for that is only rising, and rising, and lex might only get a few more words before he breaks the heat. ] Those are all the scales I lose on full moon. Completely fireproof.

[ she won’t ever get singed by him, or any flame, again. ]

Beautiful, [ she repeats, running her hands over the scales on her chest and down to her stomach. ]

I love it.

[ And she does - it's probably the most extravagant thing she's ever been given, and certainly the newest. It's practical, too, and the surge of warmth across the bond in Eren's direction is likely as warm as his own fire. ]

Thank you.

[ the fire sac in his chest is pretty hot. it’s— fuzzy. it’s fuzzy to feel as it is to acknowledge and accept. it’s warmth for him. warmth that feeds into a never ending cycle of warmth for her and, how deserving was he of it? ]

Want to test it out?

[ that may or may not be a joke. ]

I'd be down.

[ Joke or not, she laughs. The warmth needs a place to go and it goes with her laugh, but doesn't cease. ]

Better now than later, [ more seriously, this time... but no less warm. ]

[ it's fast, almost too fast. eren rocks the space between them with a blast of flames. he's crouched some, to protect her face and feathers and focus the burst to her chest, like a jab to the gut. flames would lick the scales and dissipate, and she would be absolutely okay. said scales might even shimmer brighter. ]

[ Heat, more heat - but no pain, and Lex laughs, bright and fierce. ]

Oh, the raiders back home would hate me in this, [ she grins, all teeth. ]

You'd give them hell—

[ oh, that's the last straw. so fierce, so brilliant, so— so blistering, she was! she has a dragon pouncing on her, openly inviting her to give him hell. ]

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