Note: I have been working on this for months. Every time I listen to this song, I think about slow dancing with Hanji. Please I'm begging, let me know if y'all like it <3
Summary: Stars shine brightly in the sky outside but inside the crowded ballroom, the only star you are interested in is Hanji.
Listen to: Mirrors - Justin Timberlake
WARNING: Slightly NSFW!
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"Aren't you something to admire
'cause your shine is something like a mirror
And I can't help but notice, you reflect in this heart of mine"
The music that echoes from the main hall is now muffled by the closed doors. You take a few steps forward, propping your body on the balcony as you watch the leaves on the trees dancing with the wind.
Strands of hair fall from their assigned position in an elegant bun. As you shiver, you wrap your arms around your torso in an attempt to keep yourself warm.
Sliding your hand up and down the sides of your arm, you silently take your free index and middle fingers towards your mouth, a red lipstick mark staining your skin.
A smirk curls up on the right corner of your lips as you think about the tall, brunette awaiting for you inside the ballroom. Her black suit perfectly matches her eye patch as the waves of her hair fall over her shoulder, still the usual messy ponytail.
You take a deep breath allowing the cold air to fill your lungs. The wind hits your face and your nose turns bright red in response. Your eyes analyze the land ahead of you while you pay close attention to the armed soldiers protecting the building.
"Y/N." A voice pulls you away from your thoughts. Immediately, you turn around and bow to her, paying close attention to her cheeks as they turn red under the pale moonlight.
"Your Highness."
"I still can't get used to that." Historia says. The long, red cape she wears sweeps the floor as she walks closer to you, and in her eyes you can see how desperate she is for a break from the overwhelming attention she's been receiving. You flash her a compassionate smile before extending your hand, helping as she struggles with the flowy white dress she wears. She mouths the words "Thank you" in return..
"Would you like a cigarette?" You ask, opening the container as the smell of tobacco quickly hits against your nose. She shrugs, quickly shaking her head while putting her hand up, trying to gently push it away. All you can do is laugh in response.
"God, no." She says, a laugh of her own escaping her small body, "Just the smell makes me want to cough and plus, it wouldn't look good if anyone saw the Queen smoking."
"I don't smoke them either." You place the container back into the small pocket hiding in the fabric of your red dress, arms quickly wrapping around yourself once again in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold. "But I learned that it's always a good idea to have a pack with you when dealing with the higher-ups."
After taking a few more steps forward, Historia places her hand on your upper left-arm. Neither of you say anything for a few seconds, simply enjoying the rare seconds of silence surrounding you. It doesn't last more than a couple of minutes.
"If you ever feel alone and the glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I'm always parallel on the other side"
Rushed footsteps come from behind you. The blonde girl by your side lets out an audible sigh before turning around to face whoever was making their way through the massive door and you notice a hint of sadness hidden in her ocean blue eyes.
"Your Highness, your presence is being required." A tall soldier says, short of breath after running towards you. Historia hangs her head low, shaking it slowly.
"Go." You try and encourage her, "Those military idiots in there won't be of any help once the alcohol gets to their head."
She grimaces before nodding, the soldier takes her hand and guides her to the massive brown doors of the ballroom. But before going in, he turns to you quickly. "Section Commander Y/N, Commander Hanji would like to see you."
A smile on your face, you practically run back inside the building, your heels clicking against the floor as you pass the queen. She giggles and shoots you a quick glance.
"They really are an amazing couple, aren't they?" She quietly asks the guard standing next to the door, not expecting an answer from her other than a smile and a nod.
The sound of loud voices and wine bottles gently hitting the edge of glasses fills your ears. In one of the corners, the band plays an upbeat melody while couples dance around the room. Ball gowns coat the floor with glitter as they spin around like dandelions flying with the wind.
On the way in, you rush past the crowd, bumping against a few and quickly apologizing until you lay your eyes on her. She holds a champagne glass in her right hand as her left rests in the pocket of her high-waisted pants. Even though Hanji is a few inches shorter than most of the men surrounding her, she still makes a point to hold her chin up and look down at all of them.
But as soon as her eyes meet yours, her face noticeably lights up. Once you are close enough, she excuses herself before quickly running towards you, careful not to spill the drink in her hand. Your arms wrap around her waist, face resting on the crook of her neck while she pushes your head as close to her as possible.
"You were looking for me?" You ask, propping your chin up on her collarbone. She smiles widdly at you and nods, strands of her hair tickling your face.
"Yes, I needed you to save me from.... Them." She tilts her head, a barely noticeable gesture but enough for you to look over her shoulder. A group of four men stare at you, one of them you quickly recognize as Commander Pixis, who simply raises his nearly full wine glass at you before taking a long sip. Once he places it down, there is nothing in it anymore and you let out a giggle against Hanji's skin.
"I'm sorry, I needed some fresh air." You say and smile at her.
"Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass
I'm here trying to pull you through
You just gotta be strong"
The upbeat song quickly disappears and in its place a comforting silence appears. The woman in front of you takes a step back before extending her hand forward. No words are needed for you to understand what she's trying to say.
You nod and take her hand, allowing her to guide you towards the dance floor. A red blush spreads across your face though you are not quite certain why. Perhaps it's a result of Hanji's warm fingers touching your skin or maybe the alcohol is finally hitting you.
Once both of your bodies come to a full stop, she places one hand on your back as the other remains holding yours. She pulls you closer and your focus now belongs to her intoxicating and intense, whiskey brown eyes.
Hand resting on her shoulder, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself as the band starts to play a slow melody. Couples all around you begin to move and you can feel your heart beating in your throat, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Hanji's grip on you tightens for a second and you feel a wave of calmness washing over you. Her feet begin to move, gently guiding you around in perfect sync with each other. The smile on her lips as she escorts you from one side to the other is nearly enough to outshine the moon, your heels clicking against the marble floor.
For a second, it seems as if the world around you has disappeared and only the two of you remained. Curious eyes from the crowd now rest upon you, paying close attention to your movements. You can feel your heart racing in your ears, nearly blocking out the music.
Guiding both your hand and hers above your head, she spins you gently and you allow a quiet giggle to come out. As your body comes to a full stop, Hanji pulls you in, your palms resting against her chest while your eyes focus on the waves of her hair.
Every last particle of air is sucked out of your lungs before your lips meet hers. The taste of the alcohol in her breath mixed with the faint smell of your lipstick brings out a feeling you are all too familiar with, comfort.
The softness of her mouth against yours erases every other thought you might have in that moment and the only one left is Hanji. The way her fingers feel against your skin or how you are able to feel the beating of her heart, rhythmically matching yours.
All eyes now rest upon the two of you, carefully waiting for your next move. In this moment, underneath the bright lights of the ballroom and the gaze of every superior in the Military, you realize you belong to Hanji, body and soul.
"Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold"
Lips finally separating, she smiles brightly at you before spinning you one final time and carefully supporting your body weight as you fall into her arms. When she brings you back up, your faces are merely an inch apart.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly, trying to catch your breath while she touches her forehead to yours. After what it feels like an eternity, you are able to break out of the trance her intoxicating eyes had you in and you finally notice the two of you are the center of attention.
A burning sensation takes over your cheeks and you shift your focus towards Hanji's expensive shoes but before too long, you feel her index finger brushing against your skin and resting underneath your chin while she places her thumb parallelly on top.
She gently forces your head up and welcomes your eyes with a bright smile. You can't help but allow the corners of your lips to rise in return.
Before you have time to fall into yet another trance, you hear someone clear their throat behind you. Quickly, you turn around, consequently freeing yourself from Hanji's embrace. The bald man with rosy cheeks gets closer to her, making sure she can hear him over the deafening beat of the band's new song.
She simply nods and you watch him walk away. You flash Hanji a curious look and, in response, she brings her lips dangerously close to yours only to make a detour and place them by your ear.
"Let's go outside." She says, "I want to introduce you to a few more of my colleagues."
You nod. Her warm breath hitting your skin now turns into the feeling of her lips biting your earlobe. A shiver goes down your spine and a part of you melts right then and there. She lets out a giggle before pulling away and grabbing your hand, gently guiding you towards the exit.
"Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Coming back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
It's like you're my mirror"
The cold wind hits your face as soon as you step outside but this time you are welcomed by loud laughs and the smoke from several lit cigarettes instead of the calming silence.
Hanji closes her eyes, taking a quick breath before making her way down the stairs, your hand now resting on her upper left arm.
From a small group emerges a man you have never seen before. The insignia on his chest indicates he's a part of the Garrison but nothing more sticks out to you. He reaches for Hanji's hand and she quickly obliges.
"This is my Y/N." She says. You simply nod and smile at him.
As they strike a conversation, you wave your hand at one of the servers and grab one of the many glasses of wine they hold above a tray.
The liquid slides down your throat with ease as you try and focus on the words flowing around you. Hanji shoots you a concerned look, to which you simply squeeze her arm gently, wordlessly letting her know that you're still there, and that you're bored.
You wordlessly transmit what is going through your head by squeezing her arm repeatedly, "I. Want. To. Go. Home." You pause for a few seconds, and then squeeze her one final time as if to say "please."
In response, Hanji laughs into her cup, acting like she's paying attention to whatever the man in front of you is saying.
Suddenly, you feel her hand sliding across your hips. It doesn't rest there for long before quietly making its way down. A gasp escapes you once you feel the pressure of her grasping the flesh of your ass.
You shiver gently, trying to play it off as if you're cold but the devious smirk on her lips is nearly enough to destroy your cover.
With each look she shoots you, you feel the world around you spin for a second. You're not able to tell if you're drunk from the wine or from those intoxicating brown eyes.
"Well gentlemen, it has been a pleasure." Hanji says, and nods at them gently, "But we have an early start tomorrow and I would hate to deal with the initiation ceremony while suffering from an awful hangover."
The men burst into laughter all at once, so synchronized it reminds you of instruments in a symphony. You simply smile and wave them goodbye before rushly following behind Hanji.
As you wait for your ride, you pull her closer to you in order whisper to her, sweetly and desperately, "I need your fingers inside of me."
Hanji looks at you out of the corner of her eye.
"Then my fingers inside of you is what you shall get, my lady." She replies, lust filling her eyes. Her hand rests on your lower back, pulling you closer and destroying every inch of space between you two.
"My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one"
Outside, all you can hear is the clopping of hooves against the pavement. Yet inside the carriage, the sounds of your moans fill the air.
You straddle Hanji on the carriage seat as your hands desperately unbutton her white shirt. Her blazer already lies forgotten on the empty seat across from you. The warmth of her fingers travels from your back to your ass, feeling the pressure of her squeeze as it drags a delighted sound out of you.
A smile takes over her lips before they shift to plant wet kisses on your jawbone. You groan quietly, your hands shaking as you push her now-unbuttoned shirt off, and you watch as the cloth slides down her arms.
Lifting your head, you wordlessly invite her to kiss your neck. She immediately obliges, her lips brushing against the area gently. She travels from your jaw to your collarbone and you melt against her touch much like snow in the sun.
Hanji giggles quietly, fully appreciating the savory image before her. You decide to use the break to your advantage and reach for her hand. You guide it towards your already soaked underwear and press her fingers into you.
Her fingertips brush lightly against the thin fabric of your lace underwear, dragging a prolonged moan out of you. Once she applies a bit more pressure right above your clit, you know you are done for.
Her middle and ring fingers move in small circles and a shiver travels down your spine. Instantly, you begin moving your hips against her, your arms wrapping around her neck as you try to balance yourself.
Once both of you quicken your paces, you begin to gasp desperately. Hanji's face is buried in the crook of your neck, her warm tongue tracing along the dips of your skin.
The carriage comes to an abrupt stop. Hanji's hands move towards your hips, securing you in place. As your eyes meet, she giggles, and it's so heartwarming that it fills the air and brings the corners of your lips up into a smile. Seeing her like this awakens the hundreds of butterflies in your stomach.
You move your leg, allowing her to get up and open the carriage door. Your hands carefully examine the seat, looking for her blazer. Yet all you find is the imprint left by her ass. Once you feel the expensive fabric in your fingers, you grab it before making your way outside the door.
As you stand outside, Hanji's left arm rests on your back while her right scoops your legs out from underneath you. She lifts your body up, and laughs loudly as she carries you towards the building. She backs into the heavy, brown doors while holding you in her arms, and stumbles inside of your house.
Standing in front of your room's door, she shoots a look at you to silently ask you to turn the knob.
After turning on the lights, Hanji makes her way past the small wooden table in the middle of the room and carries you towards the bed. You pull her in by the neck, sealing your lips together in a kiss.
Your body is gently placed on the bed, kissing all the while. Her tongue gently explores your mouth and you crave for more of her touch, to feel her breath against your skin despite the smell of alcohol that lingers on her tongue.
Hanji laces her fingers with yours, and you notice how well they fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. You finally realize you need air and you mentally curse your lungs for their need to breathe, forcing your lips apart.
With a smirk, she pulls away, gently grabbing your wrist and placing your hand right above her heart. As you feel the beats, you could've sworn they were saying your name.
She plants a quick kiss on your lips before getting up, quickly unbuttoning her own shirt while making her way towards the door once again. A whimper leaves your body and your bottom lip quivers.
Hanji doesn't say anything but simply locks the door before walking back to you, hands behind her back as she starts to remove her bra. A smile on your lips, you begin touching the fabric of your own dress before pulling it up your body.
The last thing you pay attention to before focusing solely on Hanji is the flicking light of the candle standing on the bedside table.
As she lays in bed with you, her hands quickly find their way towards your boobs, gently pinching your nipple in between her fingers while resting her face on your shoulder, wet lips leaving small, purplish marks on your skin.
All you've ever wanted was for Hanji to feel like you belong to her and tonight you will show her that you do, body and soul.
"Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me"