she's perfect



Your pupils stayed curiously glued onto his every movement, before watching his amber eyes light up as he slowly pulled out a white, floral dress; he wandered close to you, lifting it up to your chest to compare measurements.

"This would look 'real pretty on you." He softly whispered to you, his eyes slowly glancing down at your figure.

Your expression softened at the sight of the charming dress: "It is quite beautiful - I'll try it on."

"Since I'm the one that found that dress, am I allowed to help you change into it?" His fingertips traced down the dents of your back as you shivered once more at his addicting touch, "The zipper at the back looks pretty difficult to do all by yourself."

"Nice try," You briskly took the fabric from his fingertips, feeling his fingers brush against yours: "But you will not be helping me get into it."

He raised his hands in defeat, smirking proudly to himself.

A wide beam instantly spread across his lips as he shifted to the other side, searching through more dresses and shirts, "This is fun, I'll find more dresses for you."

A confused chuckle escaped from your mouth as your hip swayed, your eyes entranced by him as he searched through different hangers.

"How can you even afford a dress like this, anyway?" The blonde questioned you, his eyes glued onto different piece of formal attire: "They're so expensive - and all just for a piece of fabric."

Your shoulders shrugged, "I've been saving for a while; I've been picking up some extra shifts to earn some more money."

With you back still turned, you could feel your fake-boyfriend step closer towards you from behind; his natural warmth; the aroma of his cigarettes; the addicting scent of his cologne from the collar of his shirt. It all drove you insane.

He placed his palm against your shoulder blade, his fingertips tracing your collarbone for balance. He reached upwards towards a dress, pressing his body against yours to try and get a better look. After a few moments, he stepped back down with a disappointed sigh before searching for a gown elsewhere.

"Although," You carried on with your eyes glued onto a ruby number, "If you want to buy me a pretty, expensive dress: you might just be my new best friend. You'll even get the chance of seeing me wearing it at the ball."

Reiner sighed through his nose, the edges of his soft lips curling upwards into a flirtatious smirk: "If I buy you nothing, am I allowed to see you wearing that instead?"

"Reiner!" You hissed, warily looking around to make sure no one heard his comment as Reiner's laughter filled the silent store.

"Come on," Reiner chuckled, taking the few dresses you had picked out in his arm whilst gesturing towards a room designed to try on the gowns: "Let's go try them on."

Reiner sat himself down on a large, comfortable chair in front of a set of curtains, waiting for you to go inside so that he could see and review each of your options.

You closed the curtains behind yourself, swiftly dropping all of your clothes onto the floor.

You tried on many different numbers, however, (despite all being beautiful) none of them felt like the dress. Reiner would tell you that each of the gowns looked 'nice' or were 'pretty', but you weren't quite as satisfied.

Slightly disappointed, you decided to try on your final option.

You lifted the light-material dress up your ankles, then your thighs, enjoying the soft sensation against your skin as it slid upwards. Your fingers scrunched the back of your dress to bunch the corset: the gown was a perfect fit.

Your eyes ran down your body and figure, glancing at inch of the material: the gown hugged at your waist but stayed flowing at your thighs, with a low-cut front and in a shade of your favourite colour that complimented your skin perfectly.

Your lips curled into a smile, "Hey, Reiner?"

"Mm?"

"Could you come and help me tie this corset?"

You watched the curtain crack open as his slender figure slipped inside, closing the curtain behind him; his eyes widened as his pupils landed on you.

"I-.." He hesitated, his lips parting widely at the sight of you as a shade of rose-pink covered his cheeks.

Reiner swallowed as you watched his eyes drop down to the bottom of your figure, slowly drifting up to take in every inch of your body.

"That-.." He paused for a few moments, shaking his head, "You look gorgeous in that dress.. really." He smiled faintly and weakly, scratching the back of his neck, "You-.."

The confident blonde was at a loss of words, genuinely breath-taken by the way you looked.

"You look perfect right now."

His figure slowly walked behind you, his warm fingers tracing against your shoulders to reach for the ribbons of the simple corset that blended with your dress.

His warm breaths were against your bare skin as his hands lowered. You felt his fingers reach towards the bottom of your back as he tied the corset, before slipping upwards to your waist.

You sharply inhaled with a racing heart, feeling his hands stay against your waist.

"Do you think I should buy it?"

He scoffed, "If you don't, you'll be breaking my heart. I don't think I've ever seen you look more beautiful. Or anyone else, for that matter."

"Don't let Christa hear you say that." You teased.

"I don't care if she hears." He shook his head adamantly, unable to remove his caramel eyes from you, "It's the truth."

You bashfully smiled, your eyes locked onto his: "Then I'll buy it - just help me untie this corset again, first."

"I'm sure-.." You watched his cheerful expression fade a little, his hands dropping from the tight fabric of your dress, "I'm sure that Eren will love it, too. He's a very lucky man."

"Do you really think he'll like it?" You twirled in front of the mirror, watching the ends of the dress float upwards.

Reiner swallowed, lowering his head to glare down at the floor: "He's an idiot if he doesn't."

You thanked the blonde male for his input, and then began to change back into your everyday attire.

You both stood in the short queue of the shop, the dress carefully folded in your arms. Reiner stood beside you, neither of you having said much since trying on each of the dresses.

You both stepped forward, inching towards the front of the line.

Reiner's head suddenly lifted up, his eyes looking around the area whilst you were lost in your own thoughts: growing increasingly more excited about the upcoming ball.

He nudged your elbow, gesturing towards the other side of the store: "I think that Christa wants you."

You hummed, your eyes scanning the area in an attempt to find the short blonde.

"She was just waving towards us, she's still by the ribbons section." Reiner took the dress from your grasp, tilting his head towards her: "I'll hold our place in the queue whilst you go speak to her."

You nodded, "I'll be as quick as possible, don't worry."

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Confused, you began to stroll back towards the queue of the shop. Christa was not only not in the ribbon section, but also had apparently not waved towards you both.

You glared towards the queue, trying to find Reiner Braun in the lengthy line of people, but he was no where to be seen.

Growing slightly distressed, you called out his name, only to be met with a gentle tapping on a nearby window. Reiner stood outside of the shop with a bag in his hand, gesturing for you to quickly come outside. His arms hugged his chest, obviously feeling the chill of winter.

You briskly jogged to the outside of the shop: "Christa didn't need to talk to me - why did you lie?"

"I figured that if I asked you straight-up if I could buy the dress for you, you'd just refuse." Reiner lifted his arm to reveal the bag with the dress inside, offering you a care-free smile: "So I used Christa as a distraction so that I could buy it."

"You- You didn't need to do that, Reiner." Your mouth was agape: "I have the money!"

"You can spend it on something else, this is my treat." He opened his arm, waiting for you to take it as Christa began to pay for her items in the shop: "Now, let's go look for a tie in the same colour - that sound good?"

You buried your face in your free hand, the other arm entwined with his: "I can't believe you just bought me such an expensive dress.."

As Reiner's lips parted to reply, the bell chimed above the door: signalling Christa Lenz leaving the shop and strolling towards you both.

"They had such useful supplies in there," She beamed whilst organising the sewing equipment in her bag, "Are you both ready to head home?"

Reiner's bronze gaze diverted down onto you, "Mm. Let's head home."

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