It's exhilarating, being the taller one for once. There's something oddly pleasing about the way Armin has to be the one to lean up. She does him the courtesy of meeting him part of the way there, but not by much. A smile coils over her lips, brief and mirthful, before they part beneath his tongue.

One hand slips around his side, spanning over his back. She finds the curve of his spine and traces it downward, finger pressed in just enough to feel the ridges of vertebrae beneath the fabric. She reaches the hem of his shirt and allows the hand to dip below. He feels warm beneath her. Alive.

Her hand drags upward, bringing the shirt with.

The other hand, meanwhile, remains pressed against his chest. Like this, she can feel the steady thunking of his heart. If she's reading it right, he's enjoying himself.

She hopes he knows she feels the same way.