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She's racing through crowds of soldiers. Bloody, bruised, bandaged. She barely recognizes them. She just flies past them, the only hit of her identity being the red blur that followers her black locks. She has only objective; to find him.
He leans against a wall, careful not to place too much weight on his leg like the doctor suggested. He awaits for any further examination, but they ushered him quickly out of the infirmary once they'd concluded he wasn't fatally injured. Completely bored and alone, he fiddles with his jacket before a mass collides with him, intertwining with his body and catching him off guard. Mikasa.
"God, Mika, care to be anymore obvious?" He teases. She pulls back, giving him a look that wipes the smirk right off his smut face.
"What the hell did you do this time?"
"I just landed on a damn tree wrong! But what the hell was I supposed to do, a freaking Titan was coming after him. I wasn't too concerned with my ankle, I was trying to avoid ending up in it's disgusting belly," the smirk resurfaces as he toys with her scarf. "You should be thankful it was only my ankle, or else we couldn't-"
"Shut up, Eren. Do you want everyone to know?" She hisses, narrowing her eyes. Why on earth did she fall in love with him, of all people?!
"I'm just saying you should be happy I'm not dead, considering you never know when I might be too reckless. I could die at any moment, so could you," he mutters, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her closer. "We should just... enjoy each other's company, before it's too late." He whispers in her ear, his breath tickling her neck. She shivers ever so slightly, and he knows he has her.
He cocks his head toward their rooms and grins mischievously. "Let's go back to your room," he murmurs. She shakes her head, despite her crumbling resistance.
"No, Eren, I have training soon-," she is silenced by Eren's lips suckling on her neck. She sighs and pulls back. "Damn you," she mutters before loading his weight on her back and carrying him to her room.
She squirms underneath him, her hair sticking to her forehead as she claws at his shoulders.
He's teasing her, toying with her. He's keeping her from the one thing she wants desperately and she hates him for it. But, oh, how she adores him.
"Please, Eren...," she moans, trying to move against him and push him further into her, but he pulls back as she groans in frustration.
He lets out a muffled laugh as he eyes her, hungrily. He wants her, bad. He practically has her. She's completely exposed and vulnerable and he feels powerful, so why not make her sweat a little? "So impatient, are we Mikasa?" He leans down and kisses her feverishly, his hands fondling her breasts. She sighs into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into hers. She wraps her arms around his neck, arching her body against his while his fingers move to her back, holding her up. As he breaks the kiss, she straddles his waist and gives his one last pleading look.
"Please, Eren. Don't be an ass," she begs, softly kissing his jaw to convince him.
He chuckles and sets her down, looking down at her. "Aw, come on. I thought that's what you loved about me!" She lets out a hmpf, and he smirks, admiring her form. She's so beautiful, so perfect, so intoxicating; he drinks her in. God, he loves her. He'd do anything to please her, and in this moment he knows what she wants. And he wants it just as intensely. He can't resist her any longer.
"Fine," he surrenders, leaning down to kiss her satisfied lips before helping the both of them finish with renewed vigor and muffled moans.