A Night For Us

"E... Ereh..."

"Mika?"

"Please... Don't... Don't stop..."

He finds it fascinating that she is now calm Mikasa, eyes dark with focus, face flushed, lips swollen, yet not one ounce of embarrassment evident on her face. Was this not the same girl that had looked like a deer about to get shot just a couple of days ago?

He gasps sharply, completely forgetting who and why and what he is, train of thought riding merrily right off the tracks, their hot breaths mingling, stuck in a shared half-lidded gaze, and he is drunk on her, on those hypnotizing charcoal blues, and he is fading fast.

"What do you want?" he breathes out against her mouth before he even realizes he is talking, each word dripping with salacious intonation, both hands absent mindedly moving in circles on the small of her back.

She brushes the tip of her nose against his, and stops stirring her hips - and he is all at once grateful and disappointed. She holds his gaze, snaking a hand around her back to latch onto his wrist.

She then guides his hand to her abdomen, pressing his palm firmly. He can feel the dips of her muscled core with how tightly her hand is pressed to his.

"I... I want Eren..." she muttered, her voice barely audible, but it hit him like a thunderclap.

But by saying that, her calm façade crumbled. Her confidence, which had been so steady and unwavering, cracked, revealing a vulnerability he hadn't seen before. Her cheeks turned an astonishing shade of red, spreading all the way to her ears, and she quickly glanced away as if she couldn't bear to meet his gaze.

"I... I want Eren to.... to touch me..."

Her grip on his wrist faltered, her fingers trembling slightly, but he could still feel the heat of her skin radiating against his palm. It was like her entire body was betraying her words, the warmth, the shyness, the way she bit her lip nervously—all of it spoke volumes.

The way she glanced away from his sight from time to time and he is burning with desperation and want all because of this fucking tease that she now owns him, and god his crotch is aching, and it all only worsens when she sighs mustering up her courage and leans in, leans past him, sliding her soft, warm cheek against his.

"Ereh... I... I have these dreams..." she began, her voice trembling slightly, her charcoal-gray eyes flickering with a mix of shyness and longing. "In which you and I are married like this and... we do bad things together and have kids..."

Her voice softened, as if the weight of her confession made it difficult to speak. "I... I can't count how many times I've had these dreams, and... and they're really beautiful... Sometimes I don't want to wake up from them. And..."

Before she could finish, he moved without thinking. His hand slid from her stomach, where it had been resting gently, tracing the curve of her body to her warm, bare back. He pulled her closer, pressing her against him, cutting off her words in the most tender way possible.

She gasped softly, the sound muffled against his chest as their bodies melded together. The heat of her skin seeped into his, her breath hitching as she felt the firm embrace. His hand rested firmly against her back, fingers splayed out as if anchoring her to him, while his other hand cradled the back of her head threading her long hair.

And all of a sudden his nose slides against hers in his torturously slow approach, his heart pounding against his ribcage, face hot, room hot, palms growing clammy on her sleeves yet, still, he is scowling in an attempt to cover up his nervousness.

"Ereh..." he feels her whisper onto his mouth, the single word shaky as though she is on the cusp of breaking down into tears.

The beginning of the next word is muffled and lost as he closes the space between them, decisively pressing his lips to hers, his eyes screwed shut.

Yet, despite the shudder that runs up his spine, he is anything but cold because she is warm, so, so warm, her mouth soft and familiar, and the sensation is so pleasant, despite how her lips remain motionless against his, and how her body remains tightly wound in his hands.

It is after a few beats too long that her lack of reciprocation leaves him embarrassed and defeated enough to give in, his lips peeling off of hers slowly but then, her palm is soft on his jaw, fingers curling round the back of his neck as she holds him in place so that he only gets far enough so that the tip of his nose is at hers.

Eren then opens his eyes slowly to find Mikasa's downcast, directed at his mouth, before they flick up to meet his in a gaze that is all at once anxious and desperate and morose and confused.

The hurricane of emotion almost makes him feel sorry for kissing her when she was saying something so damn embarrassing but it's not that, it's only almost because it is hard to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of her breath on his mouth, her nose sliding against his, and her hands soft on his face.

"Um~hm..." A soft moan escape her breathless mouth, she closes her eyes and pulls him in again, her lips moulding to his, and he is instantly at peace with his bold decision, warmth pulsing through his entire being, because she is kissing him ever a silent force, powerful, commanding, yet tender, in a way that is completely and utterly Mikasa.

When her fingers slide into his hair, her mouth moving against his with frantic vigour he can barely keep up with it.

But only he knows just how good it feels so good that he slides his hands around her warm skin to pull her even closer only to be torn from her warmth, when she pushes her palm against his chest, her other hand falling from his hair and resting gingerly on his shoulder.

His mind a jumble of euphoria and frustration, he opens his eyes to the sight of her flushed face, brow wrinkled in thought, her eyes veiled with tears and directed at his turquoise blues, a beautiful smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Hey," he whispers, his voice tinged with panicked confusion, leaning forward instinctively. His hands rise to cup her face, the warmth of her skin soothing his trembling fingers. Yet, even in his uncertainty, a soft, loving smile curves his lips.

"Mika... You... You don't need to dream anymore..." he stammers, glancing away cheeks bright crimson.

"Ereh…" she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks flush as she hesitates before continuing, "Then can we?"

His throat tightens, and he gulps audibly, his gaze dropping to her lap where her fingers fidget nervously against hid.

For a moment, silence engulfs the room. She frowns slightly, misreading his hesitation, but before she can speak, he looks up, his emerald eyes locking with hers. His voice, though soft, is steady as he nods.

"We can…" he says, his words breaking through her barriers.

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Silence

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"Umm… I'll… I think I should… um, change first, ya…" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she began to rise.

"Uh, wait…" Eren's hand instinctively found her waist, grasping her gently but firmly. In one swift motion, he pulled her back toward him until he was leaning against the edge of the bed, and she was sitting squarely on his lap.

"Uh… Ereh…" she whispered, her voice trembling as her blush deepened. Her hands resting awkwardly on his, unsure where to go.

He glanced at her, his face burning crimson. "I… I want to see you in this… Please keep wearing it… Just for tonight…" His voice was quiet, his words dripping with vulnerability. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes as he spoke, his gaze darting to the side.

"Kay…" she murmured, her gaze dropping to her lap, her own blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Mika…" His voice wavered, barely audible as his arms tightened around her waist. "I… I don't think I can control myself anymore…"

His lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Before she could respond, his tongue darted out, rolling against her neck, leaving a warm trail on her pale skin.

"Uh… umm… Ereh…" she muttered, her voice caught between protest and surrender. But her plea went unanswered, drowned out by the intoxicating haze that enveloped him.

Her scent, the faint floral lavender mingling with her natural warmth, was driving him insane. His hands moved up slightly, his fingers squeezing her waist as he leaned in closer. His lips latched onto her neck, kissing and nibbling with increasing fervor. The soft sound of her gasp only fueled him further.

"M-Mikasa…" he whispered against her skin, his teeth grazing the curve of her neck before biting gently, leaving faint red marks in his wake. The contrast of his heat against her cool skin sent a shiver down her spine.

Her head tilted back involuntarily, exposing more of her neck to him. Her hands found his shoulders, clutching onto him for balance as he pressed deeper, marking her like a silent claim. Her breathing quickened, her heart racing as he pulled her closer, his lips never leaving her.

"Er... Eren... Please... Don't... Don't stop..." Mikasa moaned softly, her voice thick with desire as she leaned into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, urging him closer. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in, tasting the warmth of her neck with slow, deliberate kisses.

But then Eren pulled back just slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. A strand of saliva connected his tongue to her skin before it broke, his eyes darkening with a mix of affection and admiration.

"Uhmm... Ereh..." Mikasa protested, her body reacting instinctively trying to pull him in again but Eren moved back missing her grasp by mere inches and he couldn't help but smirk seeing her so vulnerable, so beautiful in this moment.

She took long, deliberate breaths, her chest rising and falling with each inhale, the quiet sounds of her panting filling the space between them.

Her eyes met his, lingering there as though searching for reassurance, the vulnerability in her gaze making her words all the more tender. She paused for a moment, her lips slightly parted, as if struggling to find the right words.

"Er... I..." Mikasa's voice was soft, barely above a whisper. Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, as if she needed something to hold onto. "I never thought... we'd get here. That I'd be... this close to you."

Eren didn't say anything immediately. His eyes stayed locked with hers, taking in the raw honesty behind her words. He simply rolled his hand up her hair and pulled her into him.

She exhaled softly, her head resting against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath her ear. The sound of it was grounding, as if everything that had come before had led them to this moment.

"Mika... even if I'm not here... I'd always be with you." he murmured, his voice low and steady, but there was a warmth in it that softened the edges of his usual guardedness. His hand smoothed over her back, a simple gesture that made her feel more at ease. "Always."

She nodded against him, feeling the weight of his words settle over her like a protective shield. Slowly, she tilted her head back to meet his gaze again, and in that moment, there was no rush, no tension—just the quiet exchange of understanding between them.

Without thinking, her hand moved up to his cheek, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the slight rasp of his skin. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

And then, without a word, she kissed him—slow and soft at first, but the kiss deepened as if it was an unspoken promise, everything they'd been holding back now released, especially her.

"This.... Ereh... Take this off...."