Jean just wiped his eyes and calmed down a bit, when he noticed her presence.
"Wow, Mikasa, don't you wanna sit down?" he offered and moved over to the very edge of the bench for the girl to have enough space.
"Thank you," the black-haired girl said with smile to him and removed the rest of a tear of his left cheek.
The boy froze under her sensation and reddened immediately. Mikasa caught herself enjoying his crush on her quite a lot. It treated her soul like a healing balm and even if it was just one-sided affection, she was really flattered.
Turning her face to the others across the table, she leaned for a carafe of sake and poured herself a shot. She barely dipped her lips in the alcoholic beverage, when Sasha on the other side of the table shoot: "Now, when Mikasa is finally here and she obviously can't wriggle out of it, because she had nowhere else to go, or... I hope she doesn't! Haha" the girl started cheerfully and looked at everyone with conspiratorial face.
Mikasa exhaled surprised and rather finished the shot, feeling, how her senses started slowly dulling again.
"You say, you wanna drag exactly this up on her, right?" Connie sitting beside her retorted mockingly and grasped her around her shoulders.
"Definitely!" she breathed out and laughed devilishly, "so Mikasa – truth or a shot?!"
"Is that some kind of new game?" black-haired girl wondered, when everyone glanced at her eagerly.
"Oh yeah, I made up the rules myself," Sasha stated proudly.
"It is quite fun," Jean said by Mikasa's right hand, who just apparently finally woke up from the embarrassment.
"Okey, whatever," she surrendered with smile, ready for every single badness, "for fun, I'm choosing the truth!"
Sasha laughed maniacally and in that moment Mikasa realized, that she should have probably rather chosen drinking the alcohol instead.
"Sooo... tell us... eemmm," Sasha beat about the bush but the raven-haired girl was sure, that the coveted question laid in her stomach for very long time, "do you love Eren?"
"Eh...," Mikasa paused in surprise, feeling the chilly sweat, which just appeared on the temples of her skull, "I do like him, but like a brother, he's the only thing, that remained from my family and the old life I had," she stuttered out hastily.
Jean beside her came more alive at once and she noticed, that he smoothed his ruffled brown hair with a palm a little.
"Wow, look at that, how Jean livened up all of a sudden. So I order you to ask him," Sasha laughed, while she commanded Mikasa to do so, pointing at the boy with her index finger.
"I hate you, Sasha," Jean strained through his teeth and looked at her sceptically. The first thing that came to her mind, as Mikasa got to see the sight of his, was undoubtedly the grimace she used to see at corporal's face so often.
Why did she keep thinking about him, she asked herself inwardly and she would have liked to slap her face for that kind of current emotional weakness. Jean and Sasha threw the bonbon wrappings lying scrunched up on the table at each other in the meantime. Armin next to the Connie just observed their paper war, still silent and hypnotized by them.
"Well then... how it is? Truth of the shot?" Mikasa said and she asked rather Sasha than Jean next to her.
"Yeah, yeah, you're saying it well," the girl affirmed.
"I take the shot," Jean announced promptly and drank sake.
"Aaaaw, you coward!" Sasha spoke to him sharply with laughter, "as a punishment you have to ask there just incoming corporal," she pointed on Rivaille, who had just sat down at the adjacent table. As he overheard his rank, he turned his head to them at once.
"Oh corporal, please come in here," Sasha begged him with wide grin on her face.
The man raised up, leaving his comrades behind and he came to their table, facing Sasha.
"What do you want?" he asked bluntly and frowned at all of them.
"You know, we are playing Truth or the shot, wanna join in?" Connie explained simply.
Their superior remained silent for a while, apparently ruminating, if it was wise decision, but then he shrug his shoulders and with annoyed grimace on the face he sat down beside Sasha. As he crossed his legs under the table, Mikasa was accidentally kicked by him. She jumped up in surprise, wondering, whose leg it was.
"Sasha ordered me to ask you, so... ehm... Truth or the shot?" Jean pronounced with certain respect, but the corners of his mouth trembled noticeably.
"What kind of man you are, if you let a hysterical woman like that to command you. No offence," corporal retorted with scorn and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Pff," it sounded from Sasha's mouth.
"The truth," Rivaille added and took a long hard look at Jean, who tentatively looked around himself, not knowing what to ask.
After a while of pure silent, when Jean remained silent, trying so hard to come up with some clever question, the most of people sitting by the table were staring into space annoyed and waiting for him. The corporal lidded his eyes a bit more, kept watching Jean in front of him.
"I got bored. So you ask him, Mikasa," Sasha resigned and her head feel on the wooden desk in boredom.
Mikasa wide opened her eyes in surprise.
"I hope, you're gonna ask me something good, because I really consider the possibility of getting up. It is dead here," Rivaille affirmed sceptically, as he turned to her.
"Eh... Well then, don't take offence please, corporal," the black-haired girl started and unintentionally ran with her eyes from his penetrating sight to his slightly open lips, "but... with who did you clink your shot, when major Hanji called us on to do so?"
Everybody quietened and watched Rivaille, who evaluated the question. He didn't take eyes off Mikasa, as if to find out, why did she ask him exactly for it.
"With one deceased member of my squad," he pronounced silently after a while, "and what now?" he added with slightly louder voice and his eyes ran across everyone.
"Well, now you have to ask someone yourself. So, ask for example Armin," she suggested and looked at the bottom of the glass, that was standing in front of her to run off the thoughts which flooded her head momentarily. So he drank to honour only one of the deceased comrades from his squad, she thought and immediately a smiley face of fragile, small, ginger woman, whose disfigured corpse she saw as she had been chasing Annie in the forest, came to her mind.
In the meantime Armin managed to answer the question whether he said the truth or rather drank the shot. He chose the glass of sake.
"You guys are absolutely terrible," Sasha noted annoyed.
"Still better, than answering every shit, you girls ask them," Rivaille retorted naturally and drank from a carafe of sake, not even bothering himself to pour the beverage to the glass.
"You are so mean, corporal," Sasha stated averred offended and crouched her nose.
"Well, if it's the case, I don't have to keep sitting with you here, madam!" he responded ironically and lifted up.
Mikasa watched his back in the tight shirt, as he walked off to the table, where he originally wanted to sit down. As he came to his comrades, he turned his head back to her of a fleeting moment and looked at het neutrally.
The evening slowly changed into the night and the mass of drinking soldiers started getting thinner. Eventually, even Sasha got up with an escuse, that she would drag half-sleeping Connie to his room. However, Mikasa didn't get drunk that much as the others to not notice, that Connie just pretended to be sleepy and that they probably just wanted to gain some more time for themselves before drunk Jean approached his room.
The mentioned boy had been just playing blackjack with Armin and due to their drunkenness, the cards just kept falling down to the ground and the game had no effect. They just have at least some excuse for keeping pouring themselves vodka, which somehow appeared on the table from nowhere. Because of the game Jean sat closer to Armin so Mikasa sat on the other side of the table alone.
She didn't need to get up and intrude to older soldiers. She finished the glass of water to prevent her head from aching as Rivaille recommended to her earlier that evening. She stood up, preparing to leave to her bedroom. She said goodbye to her friends and walked pass the two tables with older comrades used to drinking until the early morning hours.
She started feeling the sensation in her back, anticipating that somebody observed her. However, the feeling completely vanished, when Eren emerged from the gate of fortress. He wore only white cotton t-shirt with long sleeves and relatively short boxers. He was widely smiling and he continued proudly walking. Wonder he didn't fall down in every step, how he staggered.
"Oh no," Mikasa let out a sigh and turned head back to Armin in hope, that he caught her sight.
The blond-haired boy was unfortunately pretty busy with the drinking card game with Jean and didn't pay her attention. In that moment Rivaille had already noticed her desperate aura searching for help and came to her.
"You look, like you need a hand," he noted and observed her neutrally.
She remained silent and mused about some proper argument how to refuse corporal's help and how to not look like a damsel in distress in the eyes of other soldiers, even though the distress was her drunken friend.
The mentioned friend had just stumbled over a rock, to which everybody usually avoided, and smashed flat on the ground. The dull crack sounded, followed by remarkably sleepy laughter. Mikasa turned her head from her superior and screamed: "Eren!"
Terrified she ran to him. Eren tried to explain her something, but only the unintelligible mumbling really left his mouth. She blinked at him several times and not understanding a single word she sat him slowly and carefully down. She turned herself to the tables and threw his left hand across her shoulder similarly to how she did so several hours ago as she dragged him with Armin to his room.
Rivaille took his time and with slow footsteps he crept up to Eren, leaned to him and watched his drunken face from short proximity.
"You really are terrible, Jaeger," he averred simply, straightened up again and caught boy's right arm and lifted him up together with Mikasa to take him back to the fortress. Because corporal was for about ten centimetres shorter than Mikasa, Eren's weight fell especially on her. Mikasa was trying to lower herself down a bit because of him, but she wasn't sober enough to drag the burden in the form of the member of her adoptive family like that for too long.
Immediately, as they came into the fortress and went through the entry to hall of residence, Eren started babbling again. Mikasa got to hear the Rivaille's sigh.
"Why didn't you stay in your room?" she asked of her friend.
"I di.. -didnnnn't want to!" he retorted with mumbling voice and drunkenly he turned his head to her with emerald-like green eyes bleary with numbness.
"You should better shut up, you shitty brat," Rivaille snapped on him and tossed with him to throw Eren's arm across his neck more comfortably.
"But Heichoouuu," Eren turned to his superior by his right.
Another sigh and eyes rolled up to heaven.
"W-... weh-e," Eren sounded again, this time with head bended backwards with chin up, watching the ceiling.
Mikasa looked at him ruminating about what he was probably trying to say. Her back started aching slightly.
"Where... Armin?" the dark-haired boy repeated in plain language and his head dropped down in that moment, so he seemed that he lost consciousness again.
"He seemed to be asleep," Mikasa remarked and looked straight ahead again.
They just managed to get through the long corridor to the stairs and nothing else than to get with drunken Eren to the third floor remained in their way. Her friend seemed to be much heavier to Mikasa, than as she pulled him up with Armin couple hours ago. It was probably caused by her tiredness or that she had managed to refill the alcoholic supplies in the blood.
Anyway, she hugged Eren in a sort of way across the waist to his nape, where he caught him and dragged him forward. The similar idea independently on her came also to Rivaille's mind and he accidentally caught her hand in the process. He tugged himself in fright and in that moment Eren's arm almost fell of his back. The body of unconscious soldier slid couple steps down spasmodically held by Mikasa, who wasn't put out of countenance by their sudden touch as much as corporal.
"Sorry," he uttered and threw Eren's right bandaged arm over his neck again, with his left hand hugging the boy's waist instead of neck this time.
Mikasa felt the articulations of his fingers, which kept constantly hitting her right hip fleetingly in every step they made. She bit her lip, as she realized, what electrifying sensation those fleeting touches had been causing to her. The hair in her scruff stood up, not talking about her fright, back then, when he grasped her fingers inadvertently in the moment, their hands met on Eren's nape.
The rest of the way up the third floor passed off without any slightest problem. Although both soldiers were quite out of breath, they didn't lurch anyhow, as they entered the corridor of third floor. Fortunately, Eren's room was situated right next to the stairs, where Rivaille put him down into a sitting position leaning against the wall behind the boy. The black-haired man straightened up afterwards, smoothed his cream cravat and shirt out and ran his hands through the dishevelled hair, while he was observing Mikasa slowly opening Eren's door. She caught Eren at his armpits while Rivaille held his ankles under boy's dirty feet. With self-denial, mere crouched nose with disgust and frowned eyes he helped her with sleeping soldier inside.
Collaboratively they threw Eren to his bed again and just after that Rivaille turned on his heel and came out to the slightly lightened up corridor, leaving Mikasa with Eren in the dark room behind. There was the rectangle of light falling from the corridor through the opened door on Mikasa, who was standing by Eren's bed just blanketing him with sheet.
Her superior was just standing bored in front of the door and scrutinizing her with arms crossed on his chest. Nervous under his scrutiny, as she was leaving the room, she even didn't notice the higher threshold, which she had passed over without any problem the last time she was in Eren's room, and she brushed with the top of her slim foot against it. She would have probably fall down flat on the carpet in the corridor due to her inattention, if there wasn't Rivaille standing right in the trajectory of her fall and didn't caught her by her shoulders right in the moment she fell on him.
With head buried in his chest Mikasa felt, how her whole face including ears started blushing in embarrassment. She stood up on her feet again and slowly raised her head, gazing at her saviour from barely five centimetres long distance.
He still held her shoulders, even though she had been standing on her legs steadily already. Up now she realized, that in the process of falling at him she grasped even his shirt, which fabric she was still spasmodically gripping in her injured left hand. She bit her lip and with her sight fixed on the shirt she loosened the hand. She noticed, how the textile remained crumpled after her grasp and tentatively she tried to make it smooth at least a little.
"Eh... I... well, ehm," she started stuttering, unable of intelligent words, while she was helplessly smoothing his shirt.
Rivaille silently grasped her wrist and slowly pushed her to the wall next to the Eren's door, which was left open, thereby he completely silenced her. He pressed her bandaged arm to the wooden facing of the wall beside the head, perfectly imprisoned in his soft but firm grip.
Her breath fastened up and she was no longer able to suppress the blush on her cheeks. With slightly scared grimace she watched the shoes of hers. Then her eyes ran back to his crumpled shirt and at last also to his lidded eyes, which were scrutinizing her lips she kept biting in embarrassment.
He leaned to her closer and kissed her ravenously. She gave out a shriek, as she got to feel his warm lips on hers and in the first fright she clenched her palms in fists. However, almost immediately she loosened them and delightfully closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss he was giving her. For a little while he opened his eyes to lean out as if he was offering her the last opportunity to escape and as he did so for two centimetres, Mikasa promptly returned him the kiss impatiently with lidded eyes while she buried the fingers of her free hand with slight sigh, which escaped her mouth, into his raven black hair.
A moan found its way out from the deep of her soul, as she sensed his cold fingers on her skin and approached him a little closer, leaving the wall, which she was leaned against, behind completely, while she caught his cheek with her injured palm.
She felt, how he dragged her from Eren's door to the other side of the corridor but even for a slightest moment he didn't tear himself away from her. Her heart was beating loudly and the skin was pulsating under his touches. The muscles were contracting in the places, where he held her. She got to feel burning desire inside her and couldn't get enough of him. She was almost sorry, when he rested her against something hard and dropped her with one hand, which was pensively searching something in his pocket. It appeared that he had been searching for the keys, which he inserted into the lock right beside right hip of Mikasa. Immediately, as he unlocked the door, he opened them and rapidly pushed her inside the space somewhere between the doorway and pedantically made up bed. He came in after her and dynamically slammed the door with the leg, so there was no other light in the room than the silver moonlight coming there through the window. In that very moment he put the key in the lock and turned it around once, without even turning his back to her and quickly approached her to meet in the dark.
He immediately searched for her lips like some beast for its prey and passionately kissed her. He caught her around the waist and in that moment he slid on her back with palms under her t-shirt and started slowly pulling it up. His mouth tore from her lips for a while, turning to her neck. This time there was nothing, what would prevent her from thin groans, which scrambled through her throat. With eyes half-closed in delight and head lifted upwards to the ceiling she enjoyed the sensation of his lips on her neck and aroused she kept sinking her fingers in the flood of hair on the back of his head.
The t-shirt was rolled up by him up to the fastening of her bra and in the moment he reached it, he leaned back from her to pull the piece of clothes over her head. Automatically she lowered herself, elegantly lifting her arms to let him undress her.
Rivaille took off the t-shirt swiftly and threw it aside on the floor. Now it was her turn. At first she started undoing the buttons of his shirt unskilfully, with the eyes focused on the muscular chest, which had been showing underneath. Eventually she unfastened it completely and eagerly pulled it off his back, throwing it in the similar direction as he did with her t-shirt. She placed her palms of his bare chest and ran up to his neck, stopping by the worked out shoulders and prominent clavicles.
As her eyes lifted from the body to his orbs reflecting the noticeable desire as he kept observing her clumsy actions, he smiled. She looked at him apologetically and repaid his smile, realizing, that he in the meantime found the hem of her skirt, spread the waist of it and let it fall down to the ground across her arched hips. She raised her legs and dragged them out of the shoes.
They hugged again as if they couldn't get enough of each other, while Mikasa had lost certain restraints already and in the process of kissing Rivaille's neck, she undid the black belt and started unbuttoning the fly front of his white uniform trousers. This time his yearning moans even couldn't miss her hearing, while she took off his trousers blindly and slightly bit his neck. His fingers stroked her across the back to her lumbar region, where he ran with one hand under her underpants. For a moment she stopped kissing him and with eyes still closed she lifted her head up and bit her lower lip to prevent herself from groan. His trousers slid down to the floor in the meanwhile.
To quench her desire she kissed him on his lips and closed her eyes. Her hands gripped his muscular back again on his shoulder blades and dug her nails in them slightly. On her calf she felt, that they finally approached the bed and just in that moment his fingers found their way up to the fastening of her bra again. With one skilful move without watching he undid it and slowly took it off her. She felt, how her cheeks were burning in blush, how he scrutinized her nudity. She shivered with cold, because the room was quite chilly.
"Are you scared?" he whispered to her ear in presumption that she shook in fear, while he was slowly laying her on the bed and subsequently started kissing her neck again.
"Yes...," Mikasa blurted out all of a sudden, observing the wooden boards on the ceiling, "I mean, no," she added like she couldn't make her mind but his kisses started to calm her down, "actually a bit," she admitted at last, holding him on the scapulas, noticing the moves of the bones under muscular tissue, while he laid on her, leaning on his worked out arms beside her head.
She turned her head to him and kissed his lips, while he put his right leg between hers and Mikasa got to feel something pressing onto her hip. As she realized, what it would have possibly been, again she reddened like a strawberry, nevertheless not stopping kissing him, ruffling his ebony-like black hair.
He stopped kissing her lips and continued across her chin with slight, fleeting kissed to her neck, from which he moved down between her breasts to the navel with hands stroking her slim hips. In the meantime she buried her scruff into the pillow underneath, hands negligently thrown beside the head and eyes lidded in delight. Her mouth remained half-opened, as she breathed hastily, overcoming the arousal, which he awakened in her.
He kneeled down and lifted her right leg, which he placed on his right shoulder and quickly ran the fingers over its outer side to the foot from which he took of the sock and threw it behind, fixing his dark eyes on the girl desirously lying in front of him. After he put down her right leg he immediately took the left one to do the same thing with it. After he threw away even the other sock, he started to kiss her calf, while his left hand was running in the same speed and titillating down on the outer side of the leg. As his mouth slid to the knee, a small gasping escaped from girl's throat. She sensed how she got wet.
However, Rivaille didn't stopped at her knee and continued slowly down to her groin, which he kissed for a little longer than the other parts of her leg. His hand, which in the meantime had run over the outer side of the thigh down, grasped the hem of her panties and together with the other hand he swiftly took off the last piece of her clothes.
She felt shyness and with cheeks red as tomato she instinctively pressed her thighs to each other, hiding her eyes with bars from her fingers, through which she saw how Rivaille leaned above and from immediate proximity he looked at her.
"Don't be scared of me," he whispered sensually and kissed her briefly, before pulling himself away from her and unfolding her legs.
Frightened she closed her eyes hidden in her palms, scared of what would have come. Immediately afterwards she rapidly opened them and longingly gasped into the emptiness of the stifling sensuous night, as he started kissing her there and touching her with the tongue. Her body bowed in flood of passion and several moans escaped her mouth. She felt like in paradise, absolutely ignoring the surroundings, with eyes lidded she was gripping the sheet of bed underneath and biting her lip with desire, enjoying his every sensation.
She cracked the joints of her fingers and aroused she ran the hands through her hair, while groaning so loudly, that she started concerning, what if anybody heard her. Suddenly, that entire thrill overflew some invisible goblet and her spine curved that she buried her head deeper in the pillow and couldn't suppress the loud scream of passion, which escaped from the depth of her throat.
"Aaaah, Rivaille!" she cried out absolutely delirious and noticed how he sighted her from behind her womb.
He rose up and came closer to her, while she sat down completely breathless and came to meet him and kiss him. After that she hugged him and she managed to notice in the corner of her eye his smile, which was spreading across his face. He laid her on the bed again, but this time he didn't lean away. He kissed her passionately while penetrating her. A painful moan ran away from her and her forehead covered in sweat. She wide opened her eyes and looked at him with suffering grimace nevertheless she smiled with the thought of the pain in her lower abdomen soon subsiding.
She dug her nails into his back as much as she heard his painful gasp. She eased her grasp and with one hand he tenderly caught his nape and observed him. His eyes were dark as the night which surrounded them, shining with the flame of burning passion. Mikasa just now noticed the fractionally growing dark hair on his cheeks and chin. She let her index finger ran across his cheek and watched, how his breathless concentration changed into a smile and his hard features relaxed under hew touch. Her palms slid over his back down to his hips where she greedily grasped his bottom. As she felt how his muscles tightened in the movements, a slightly perverted smirk spread on her face. He noticed her sight and explained it to himself as an entreaty and accelerated. She laid her head on the side of pillow and moaned under his pressure with delightful smile on the face, how she started liking it.
After a while his hand slid from her breast across the hip to her bended leg, which he caught and put it on his shoulder. In that moment she felt, how he got much deeper and the whole act became much more intense.
His sweaty skin gleamed in the moonlight and the curves of his muscles got accentuated. The hair kept falling into his eyes, which he half-closed and a grin similar to the one of his lover underneath spread over his face. She groaned with eyes closed as much as she could, enjoying his proximity.
He took off her leg again and leaned her closer, so they continued sitting in mutual hug. Mikasa sat on him, exceeding his height a bit and with his head in her palms she pressed him against her chest and tried to make him as good as possible. Her head was lifted up to the ceiling with neck tightened and hair falling back.
"Aah-...aaah," a interrupted cream escaped her throat and once more she looked at the edge of the bed behind Rivaille's back, which she grasped firmly.
Rivaille hugged her lumbar region with his big hands and then he couldn't resist but grip her bottom as well as she did before. It seemed, that he moved with her. Her reward was her was his loud gasping.
Then he stopped suddenly, spasmodically grasped her in the arms and it seemed like he held a breath for a while. After a split second he breathed out in relieve, loosened his grip and whispered breathless: "Oh, Mikasa."
He turned his head to her again and longingly kisser her on her lips. Slowly and sensually. She felt, how his chest kept lifting up in slow intervals and the artery on his neck, where she held him, beated quickly. His skin was sticky with the sweat and strangely smelled. She inhaled his scent and couldn't get enough of it. They separated but still hugged each other.
She took off the hands of him to leaned away a bit and look straight to his eyes. He reached an arm to her, stroked her cheek and kissed her again but this time it was different, more tender, without the wildness and desire as before.
As her hot ardour faded away, she shivered in cold. She laid down on the bed this time on the one side to leave enough space for him to lay beside her. Rivaille sat on the edge of the bed for a while still and gazed in front of him. Then he nestled down next to his mistress and covered them with a blanket. Because she continued shaking, he leaned her closer to his chest. She smelled his scent again and the warm radiating from him. She held him under the blanket around his waist and closed her eyes. He kept stroking her hair and remained silent. Nobody of them felt the urge to talk and they just enjoyed the company of each other.
The great perfect silence in the room interrupted only with slow breathing of the couple was rudely disturbed with strong knocking on the door. Rivaille jerked a bit and sat down, leaving Mikasa lying in bed tranquilly. She apprehensively pulled the blanket closer to herself and watched, how her lover put on the boxers and covered his upper body in the shirt, just about to open the door.
Frightened, that somebody would have seen me she pulled the blanket above her head and tried to breath as silent as possible.
"Coming," Rivaille murmured annoyingly and it surprised Mikasa, how much is his average voice different from the one he talked to her with just half an hour ago.
He even didn't bother himself with button up his shirt, he just ran his hands through the hair and kneaded his eyes a bit before he with bear feet came to the door. He unlocked them and slightly opened them to ensure, that the person on the other side would see only him.
"I hope, somebody's dying, because in any other case I'd be really pissed off, Hanji!" he retorted promptly as he got to see, who came.
A typical ringing laughter and the words sounded, which were not exactly understandable.
"I seriously don't care, where Ackerman is, good night," he ended the conversation simply and closed the door even though Hanji had probably something else to tell him.
Mikasa almost jumped in the bed as she got to hear her own name. Fortunately she plugged her mouth with a hand. As she heard the slam of the door and the sound of the key in the lock, she looked up from the blanket.
"Damn Hanji," Rivaille uttered probably rather for himself before he turned to face Mikasa and came back to bed.
She leaned against her forearms with blanked just carelessly thrown across her naked body and silently with lifted eyebrows she invited him to continue.
"They're looking for you," he explained plainly and slightly frowned before he went on, "that the annoying friend of yours Sasha found out, that you're not in her room and blah blah blah. Hanji asked him, if I haven't seen you walk somewhere. Oh yes I have," he stated ironically and ran his eyes over her from her head to her feet with eloquent look.
She laughed tentatively and got pink a bit, as she get to understand his allusion.
After a while of silence she added: "What are we gonna do?"
She sat down on the bed, not considering the blanket, which just fell off her breasts.
"Don't worry about it now," he affirmed again with his silent, mysterious voice, which impressed her so much, and kissed her.
He put off his shirt on the chair by his table near the bed and slipped under the blanket to her again and in that process he sighted her naked rounded body once more. She laid on his chest again and let him stroking her, scenting his scent. She inhaled slowly and a rhythmical breath, which lifted his chest, slowly lulled her to sleep.
She woke up with palms laid beside her head, lying on her chest. She hadn't been even sleeping on the pillow, just on the soft mattress. Her back was exposed and the blanket covered her only from the loins to her feet. For a while she was trying to awake, so she leaned against her forearms and with head bent forward her sleepy eyes observed the cream coloured sheet. She kneaded her eyes and for a moment replayed the occurrences of previous night.
As she remembered it, she couldn't prevent herself from smiling. She turned on her back, pulled the blanket closer and smirked with cheeks slightly pink. However, then she realized, in whose arms she had fallen asleep and so she sat up, looking around the room. Her lover was sitting at the table nearby, showing his back to her. Beside her feet she found her thoroughly formed clothes and her shoes were situated by the right leg of the bed.
The corporal had been already neatly dressed into his uniform, even though his leather jacket had been still put over the backrest of the chair. His raven-like black hair was combed and smartened up and apparently he had been awake for some time already. Obviously he heard, as the girl started grinning and turning over in the bed and thus he quitted his current work and turned to her.
"Good morning," Mikasa pronounced smiley and observed him from the bed.
He was frowning. It surprised her a bit and her smile quickly faded away.
"Oh yeah, good morning," Rivaille said in response after a while, finally smiled and as if for the explanation he added, "sorry, I am pretty tired."
A huge boulder fell from her in relief, because she almost started thinking, that he marched her out with all compliments and would never talk to her again. What a paranoia, she thought and inwardly she would have like to slap herself.
"Why did you get up so early?" she asked, still lying in his bed. He stood up and sat to her on the edge of it.
"I can't sleep, when I am with someone," he explained her simply and Mikasa noticed his dark deep rings under his eyes, which she couldn't see before from the distance.
"I'm sorry," she stated full of remorse and lowered her head.
He caught her chin and lifted her head so she had to look to his eyes.
"Don't apologize, it's not your fault," Rivaille evaluated it and gazed at her with interest, "and I am pretty comfortable with it, if the cause of my insomnia is somebody that beautiful."
It was actually really the first time, he complimented her. Flattered she smiled and gave him a subtle kiss on the cheek. As he pretended to be disappointed by it, her ringing laughter sounded before she grasped his head and pulled him to her closer to kiss him truly. As they tore apart from each other, she noticed for a moment that familiar flame of lust reflecting in his eyes.
"I know, it sounds really weird, but I want you to leave," he affirmed all of a sudden," everybody is still sleeping, so this way you would avoid some gossips and rumours," he added.
"Oh... yes, I see," she murmured and leaned for her clothes in disappointment, "you don't know me, I don't know you."
"But no, wait," he gripped her shoulders again and smiled at her honestly, while stroking her cold arms, "I thought, that it wouldn't be appropriate, if people got to know it like that. You joined us just shortly ago, but I know Scouting legion a lot and if something happened, everybody found out about it immediately and diversely twisted the thing and so on. So most possibly there would be definitely someone this evening, who would stated, that I kidnapped you and raped you under a threat of death," he added and rolled his eyes up.
She understood his concerns and reasons but still it didn't calm her down.
"Ok, I will leave now then, but tell me something," she stopped for a minute, ruminating, if it was a good idea to ask, "how is it going to be now?" she asked carefully.
"Now? Well... considering that it is peace finally, we have more than enough time for everything," he averred and with mischievous smile he ran his fingers between her legs.
The black-haired girl gave out a shriek in fright and knowingly she laughed. She kissed him on his lips one last time and started dressing up slowly. She found out in the mirror, that she lost her pressure bandage from the wound on her forehead at night. She also got horrified as she looked at her ruffled hair. She sighed and smiled at Rivaille, who just turned to her from his table, for the last time. Silently they said goodbye to each other with their eyes before she unlocked the door and entered the corridor. She was really grateful for Eren's scarf, which was now perfectly hiding the red marks on her neck Rivaille did to her.
The plan of her superior went out almost perfectly. The corridor was empty. However, just as she approached the stairs, the door of Eren opened swiftly and her adoptive brother stood in the frame already dressed. He observed her with astonished grimace.
"Mikasa! What are you doing here?" he asked at once.
She hesitated for a minute. "It's nothing, I am just... sleepwalking," she tried to look as natural as possible.
"Really? That's weird," it didn't suit to the brown-haired boy, "in addition, you smell somehow funny."
Mikasa got surprised, that he noticed that. She was well aware of the fact, that she's soaked with Rivaille's scent, but it never came to her mind, that such an ignorant like him would notice it.
"I don't know, maybe I got soaked with something, as I was sleepwalking here," she explained carefully and as if it was nothing, she waved her hand.
"I guess," Eren resigned and scrutinized her with his green eyes, "Armin told me that they were looking for you yesterday. Where had you been?"
"Ehm... nearby," she stated and didn't actually lie.
"Oh... well, good for you. I couldn't almost sleep, because it seemed that somebody on the floor had pretty busy night. I've got a feeling, it might have been corporal Rivaille," he noted and whispered the last sentence conspiratorially.
She laughed in embarrassment. She wasn't sure at all, what Eren's reaction would be like, if he knew about her unordinary sleepover. Before he managed to add something, she interrupted him.
"Well, I am pretty hungry from all that sleepwalking, see you at breakfast," she blurted out and ran down the stairs.
However, the worst part was just about to come, she thought, after she sighed in relief, that she escaped the first problems.
