Goodness, this one is a monster! Lol, 7K words without the author notes. Good grief! And to think I was going to put all five days of her period into one chapter! Lol.

Yeah, that's right, Mikasa's period, it's here, and Eren is one clueless idiot about that kind of thing.

I decided to just do each day of her cycle, five days, this chapter has two. And the first day is so awkward lol! The second day...err...okay I tried, I really did, okay? But I made a lemon...sowyy, but I did. I can't believe how hard it is not to make it smutty, dear Lord.

Any who, enjoy, and, yeah that might make some people uncomfortable, just a heads up.

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Day: 1

The first thing he notices when he wakes is that the bed is empty. That in itself is strange, as Mikasa has been slipping into his bed every night that she isn't already there since her confession. She might as well move into his room at this point. He sits up and purses his lips in thought, he knows she didn't forget, so where is she? He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands, and he walks to the door to peer out before he makes his way to the girl's shared room.

He opens the door and sees that Hanji isn't there, and Sasha is still snoring loudly, deeply asleep. At least that's normal. He looks at Mikasa's bed at the far end of the room and frowns, he can see her raven locks on the pillow from here. He silently approaches her sleeping form and kneels beside the bed, observing her face. Her limbs are haphazardly spread and her lips are parted most adorably, her cheek squished lightly against her loosely curled hand.

He smiles, she looks very comfortable, but he also acknowledges that she doesn't usually sleep like that. At least not when she's with him, she's most often curled up, knees pulled close to get chest and her hands wrapped around either an extra pillow she brings with her or his arm. He also notices that she looks sweaty, her hair plastered on her flushed forehead, and he sees her cheeks are flushed with a rosy pink as well.

His brow furrows in concern and he presses the back of his palm to her forehead. She stirs at the touch and smacks her lips, eyelids fluttering just barely. He gives a light chuckle and pulls his hand back, she is warm, but she doesn't have a fever. "Mika?" he whispers, he gently shakes her by her shoulder and then runs the same hand up and down her arm to rouse her.

She hums as she wakes, her legs kicking out as she stretches and sighs. She opens her eyes and looks at him blankly, taking a moment to register that he's standing there, and that she's still in the girl's room. "Eren?!" she sits up with a gasp, "What are you doing in here?"

"I kind of wanted to know why you were here." he says cheekily with a teasing smile.

At that she can't seem to reply, and she looks down at her hands, twiddling her slender fingers. "I didn't wake up." she says in explanation.

"I know that." he chuckles, "Why not?" he moves to sit on the bed next to her. "Not that I'm complaining, I'm just concerned. You kind of have a schedule, and it's weird to see you break it." he adds to assure her he's not upset or anything of the like. She tends to assume in that regard. She purses her lips in thought, and then her eyes widen, and she looks around his head at something on the wall. He follows her gaze only a second too late, and he doesn't know what she was looking at. She tosses the blankets back and rushes out the door, "Hey! Mikasa?"

She runs into the washroom across the hall and shuts the door in his face before he can enter, "One second, Eren." she calls, and he glances around in confusion. She's acted distant like this before, come to think of it, but he supposes he's always been too distracted to really care. Now that she's constantly with him, constantly on his brain, he realizes that he's going to notice a lot more about her that he never knew before. Things he never bothered to acknowledge. And he knows he'll have to study her, learn her intricate nuances and what makes her happy, sad, angry, or frustrated. For her it's not like that. She's already studied him and learned everything she possibly can about him, since he has always been on her mind.

She has a somewhat unfair advantage in that department, he deduces in amusement. He leans against the wall and waits for a full five minutes before she finally exits the washroom, fiddling with her hands. "Okay. I'm good now."

"What was that about?" he prods, and he's really, genuinely concerned.

"Hmm?" she looks at him as if she's only hearing him just now, "Oh, I'm sorry, that must have looked weird, I just didn't want to get my sheets dirty again." she gives an embarrassed smile and rubs her forehead, "It's just my cycle, it started sometime last night while I was sleeping." she says, as if he's supposed to know exactly what she means.

He pauses, searching his brain for any trace of definition for the word 'cycle' that he isn't aware of. He's not exactly happy to realize he has no idea what she's talking about. "What's a cycle?" he asks.

She pauses in her bed-making, blinking a couple times before she looks at him. "Eren, do you...do you really not know?" she bites her lip in an attempt to hold back her amused smile.

He turns red and scratches the back of his head, well now he's embarrassed, she acts like it's common knowledge. "No." he murmurs.

She chuckles lightly at that, her own cheeks flushing in embarrassment over having to explain this to him. "This is why I told you to take that class in the academy. You would have learned a lot from it." she says as she finishes straightening her sheets.

He knows immediately exactly which one she's talking about. It was entirely optional, and it didn't affect their grade, so he didn't really see the need to take it. But the academy offered a physical education class, what with all the hormonal teenagers and all. One that Mikasa took and aced, of course. He supposes it was a stupid decision not to take it, he had plenty of time, but he was never really interested in anything to do with it during his trainee years.

"Well-" she begins as she takes his hand, "-do you want me to explain? Or should I get a book? A book would be less embarrassing..." she adds, as if for herself instead of him.

"I'd prefer you explain. But if you don't want to, I'll read a book." he shrugs.

She bites her lip, "I know! Why don't we have Hanji explain? She'll do it better than me." she says and begins to drag him towards the Squad Leader's lab.

"Wha..?" he asks in confusion, "N-no, not Hanji! You've never heard her lectures before!" he complains. "And then - because I'm a shifter and all - she'll probably stick her nose into our personal affairs, Mikasa!"

She comes to a stop when she's barely inside the door of the woman's office, she looks at him and considers his words. He sighs in relief when he sees agreement in her eyes, "I suppose you're right, besides-" she glances at the floor of the lab, "-I think Hanji is probably busy anyways." she implies.

He looks at the floor as she pulls him away and spots clothes laying haphazardly on the stone slabs. "What the fuck?" he murmurs as he follows her down the hall, realizing the implications she was alluding to.

She leads him into his room and shuts the door quietly so as not to wake anybody. "Training begins in a couple hours-" she says to herself, "-breakfast in one hour." she sits down on the single chair in his room and motions for him to sit on his bed. Time passes, maybe five minutes, before she's composed herself enough to speak. "So..." she begins, her cheeks warm and she bites her lip in wonder over how she'll explain this.

"So?" he adds in a drawl, smirking a bit at her sudden hesitance.

She smiles and tucks a stray hair behind her ear, in that moment she becomes distracted and realizes neither of them are ready for the day. They both have disheveled hair and are still in their loose pajamas. She can see his tantalizing silhouette because of the light of the rising sun. She puts it in the back of her mind though, she has to focus on explaining. "Well, for starters, I think you should have gone to that class." she admonishes, and he rolls his eyes. "I learned a lot about how my own body works, as well as how boys work. Hence, I could have been far less ready for our intimacy, you know."

He smirks, and she continues on, "Basically, I'm different because I've got a uterus-"

"Well, I know you're different physically, I'm not that dim-witted." he scoffs with a chuckle.

"No, no, I mean inside, about, maybe...right here." she corrects and points at her abdomen, tapping the clothed skin.

He frowns, "You mean your organs, right?"

"Yeah, it's tiny, at least that's what they said. But the teacher said it lines with blood, and then once a month, it cleans the old blood out, and refreshes itself basically." she explains.

"Ahh." he nods, "Wait..." he purses his lips, "Cleans itself? How?"

She waved her hands around her lower regions and gestures, "It just, flushes out. It's called a menstrual cycle."

"Out of where? You mean you're bleeding right now?" his eyes flash with concern, blanketed by confusion.

"Well yeah, but it's not dangerous bleeding, or anything. It comes out of, my...you know." she waves her hand around again, as if he's supposed to pick up on her drift. He looks towards the indicated area, purses his lips, then looks back at her, "Eren." she waves more vigorously, as if it will help him out in some way. He just raises a brow at her, "Oh fuck it!" she sighs in exasperation, "My vagina, it come out of my vagina! God!" she covers her face in embarrassment and shakes her head.

"Ahh." he leans back and bites his lip, "And what's that?"

"Oh my God, Eren!" she growls, and he flinches when he realizes she's getting frustrated with him. "Where do you put your dick?" she asks pointedly, and he blinks before he gapes in sudden clarity.

"Oh...oh!" he says, "Sorry, I didn't know the technical term, it's not as if anyone in my barracks talked in specifics." he rubs the back of his head bashfully.

"I'm so embarrassed!" she squeaks, hiding behind her hands and hair.

She stubbornly faces away when she feels him sit next to her, "So...what else?" he asks, "Does it hurt? Or is it similar to when you get a bruise and you don't realize it until like two days later?"

She removes her hands from her flushed face and shrugs, "It depends. Sometimes it hurts just a little, other times I don't even know it's happening, and yet other times I feel like my insides are being...I don't know, squeezed and burned? It's awful when I get them that bad." she cringes at the memory of her few bad cycles, which remain quite vivid, despite their age.

He looks thoughtful, and considers her for a moment before speaking, "So, does it hurt now?"

She purses her lips and waits for a moment, as their talking has distracted her from any pain she might have been feeling. There is a small, barely noticeable pulse of that familiar, fiery ache in her abdomen. "It's not bad. At least not this time." she tilts her head to look at him with an assuring smile, "I feel rather good to be honest."

He smiles back, "That's good. But, do you get a break from training? I would think you should, right?"

She hums a slight chuckle, "Only if it's especially bad I'll ask for a break. And, if I think about it, exercise actually helps sometimes. Besides, if all the girls needed breaks for every cycle, I think you would hardly have any of us around." she adds, "We can't really dictate when it starts."

He nods hesitantly, "Yeah I suppose you're right. It sounds really weird, to have to go through that." he presses a finger experimentally to her lower abdomen.

She shrugs, "I'm used to it."

"Thanks for explaining." he drapes an arm around her shoulder, "Gosh, I feel really stupid for not knowing." it's his turn to flush in embarrassment now.

"Well it's not as if anyone took the time to tell you. I think it might as well have been me." she takes this moment to give him a warm side-hug, and nuzzles her cheek into his chest.

He smiles and gently strokes her arm, "Yeah. Hey, breakfast should be ready in maybe half an hour. Want to take a walk?" he asks.

She nods, "Yeah, I'd like that."

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She looks miserable, he notices. Today was rough, he remembers seeing her panting and sweating profusely earlier. Granted, she was gorgeous with that sheen of shimmering sweat covering every bare expanse of skin. But he knew she probably wasn't feeling good, and that curbed any indecent thoughts about her blatant attractiveness.

Her eyes are droopy, and her body looks tired. Her muscles sag and he sees her effort to keep a light grimace from her face. She's probably 'cramping', as she called it, he concludes in his varied thoughts. He notices that she seems slightly disgusted over her food, and that she puts her spoon down with an agitated sigh.

He scoots closer and pats her knee under the table, catching her attention, "Hmm?" she hums as she leans into his shoulder.

"Tired?" he asks, he slips his arm around her waist and thumbs her clothed hip soothingly.

"A little." she closes her eyes and her head rests on his chest. He huffs a light laugh through his nose, she's so unbelievable cute right now. With her raven locks pooling against his shirt, her long lashes crown her cheeks and her lips part in calm, gentle breaths.

"Want to go to bed?" he lowers his head to the side to better see her face. Her lidded eyes open lazily and she nods, giving no audible answer besides her body language. Not that she needs to, he can tell she wants nothing more than to climb into a bed and succumb to a long, peaceful sleep. "Okay." he says as he stands and coaxes her to her feet, lacing his fingers between hers. She walks beside him while he leads the way to his room, her free hand curls around his arm and she leans her head into his shoulder yet again.

"Stop by the washroom." she instructs, and he nods, he suspected she might want to go there anyways. She's made several trips throughout the day, and she explained earlier that she usually needs to change her linen. She also explained what those were. He thinks it's a hassle, and he wonders why girls need suffer through it. He can hardly imagine going through something similar, I mean really? Bleeding for nearly a week, once a month, through all her teenage years and then most of her adult life? He has to hand it to women, that sounds awful to him.

She leaves him at the door of the washroom and stays in there for a few minutes. And she quickly re-emerges and gives him a tired smile. "Okay, let's go." she murmurs, and he gladly leads her to his room.

He opens the door and sits her down on the bed, closing it behind him as he moves to fetch some of her pajamas she 'left' in his room. She only trades her pants for the pajama shorts, though, and rummages through his own clothes for one of his shirts. He smirks as she carelessly throws her current shirt to the floor and pulls her bra off (facing away despite the fact that he's seen it before), slipping into his loose, too-big shirt with a contented sigh.

She goes and flips his covers away before she snuggles onto the mattress and hugs the pillow she's laying on. He changes into his pajamas and joins her, his arm wraps around her waist to pull her close and spoon her lean figure comfortably. She entwines her legs with his and he smiles, sometimes this can be better than those few nights they've given into their more primal sides and made love. Despite how wonderful that can be, he honestly adores this just as much, maybe even more. He presses a simple, tender, good night kiss to her shoulder, and he sees her tired smile out of the corner of his eye.

Yes indeed, he loves having her here, just to simply be there. He loves the unique, nameless scent her hair always has, there's maybe a faint hint of some unknown flower there too. He loves the feel of her warm, velvety skin under his palm, which rests on her waist, just under the shirt she stole from him. And he loves the feeling of having someone beside him, someone to hold onto and be there to chase away memories or nightmares (something she has graciously done in the past).

To put it down into words, it's quite simple to say, and he has already said it so many times to her, even if it's only been two weeks: "I love you." he murmurs, his forehead pressing lightly into the back of her neck, and her hair flutters as his breath ghosts over the back of her neck.

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Day: 2

She's late waking, and he has to rouse her from her sleep (a job that is usually hers) yet again today. She grumbles and stirs, opening her eyes. She's facing him, having tossed and turned during the night, and he chuckles as she pulls her limbs from their entangled positions. She snuggles into his chest and grips at his shirt, "Don't wanna get up..." she mumbles into the fabric, and he laughs.

"But you gotta." he teases, his fingers sweeping hair out of her face as he kisses the porcelain skin of her forehead. "Mika. Gotta get up, Mika." he starts tapping her shoulder.

She growls, rolls to face away from him, crosses her arms, and huffs with a light, defiant whine. "Nickname." she warns, and he nuzzles his nose into her neck, smiling mischievously.

"Well, I like it." he says, hugging her stiff, stubborn body to his chest as he sits up.

"Hey!" she protests, and she struggles agains his grip until he's holding her like a child in his lap.

"What?" he asks as he wriggles his fingers against her sensitive sides.

"Ahh! Ah!" she yelps, she laughs against her will and pushes his hands away feebly, "E-Eren! Eren stop! I'll pee!" she warns. He pulls away and moves one hand to her nose, he taps his finger once on it and smiles at her disgruntled expression. "I hate tickling, don't tickle me." she grumbles.

He chuckles as she crosses her arms and curls into his chest, "But you have such a nice laugh." he leans down to kiss her forehead, lingering afterwards and pressing his own forehead against it.

"Then make me laugh in some...different way." she says, her voice quiets as she leans into his touch. He closes his eyes and strokes her soft cheek, leaning in to gently kiss her pouty lips. She makes a funny noise, somewhere between a grumble and an appreciative sound.

Her hand fists in his shirt again, and he pulls back quite quickly, "You know, I think you've laughed more in these past couple weeks than you have since I met you." he says, still stroking her cheek, she smiles mirthlessly and covers his hand with her own.

"I didn't have much reason to be happy, let alone laugh." she murmurs.

He nods, "I suppose it was the same for me, huh?" he sighs as he remembers.

She shrugs, "Yes. But like I just said, we really never had much cause to be happy." she entwines her fingers with his hand and presses her lips to the back of it. "I have a reason now." she adds, her warm breath caresses his tawny skin, and he looks down at her with a small smile.

"Me too." he tightens his fingers around her hand and holds it to his chest, observing her expression. She blinks up at him through those luscious lashes and he feels like he's melting inside. Her hand gently extricates itself from his hold and her fingers promptly slide across his cheek. He leans into the touch and sighs, smiling just barely. Her pointer finger runs across his lips and he raises as a brow, it feels nice, come to think of it. "What are you doing?" he mumbles against her finger, which nearly tickles as it lightly runs back and forth. He kisses it just for fun.

Her expression is soft, contemplating, as she sits up in his lap to be at eye level with him. "I just wonder what you'd look like..." she says, and he tilts his head in curiosity.

"Look like-?" he prods.

"With a...beard." she explains hesitantly, and he recoils with a laugh.

"That's what you were thinking about?" he chuckles, and she smiles as she thinks about it more.

"It just crossed my mind." she shrugs.

"I guess we won't know for a while, 'cause Armin's lack of facial hair is contagious." he pretends to be sad, pursing his bottom lip and sniffling obnoxiously.

She bursts into a beautiful laughing fit, and he grins in satisfaction, he's found another way to make her laugh, he supposes. But her laughter promptly stops and those thin brows knit together, "Wait...but, you have hair down h-"

"Ah-d-da-da...no-no!" he stops her hand from reaching its southern destination and chuckles, "I don't think it's the same thing, Mika." he leans forward to peck her nose, and she scrunches it up in distaste at the nickname. "So, you hungry?" he asks.

She inhales deeply and nods, "Yeah, yeah I am."

She pulls herself out of his lap and stretches her arms above her head, then behind her back. He watches through his lashes, studying the slight rise of his shirt draping her body. The silhouetted shadow of her perked breasts makes him bite his lip, the rising sun crowns her in a glowing aura, and her blissful expression really hits the nail on the head. He gets out of bed and wraps his arms around her waist from behind, his chin rests on her shoulder, and he breathes in her scent.

"Eren..." she scolds lightly, but she leans most welcomingly into his touch, her hands resting atop his while his thumbs draw lazy circles on her stomach.

"I think-" he begins, one hand moves to sneak under the baggy shirt and caress her stomach, "-I think I might need to kiss you." he murmurs, lips moving to her shoulder, where his too-big shirt hangs off haphazardly. He presses tender kisses to the bare skin there, moving to the base of her scarf-swathed neck, where he lingers and tries to meet her eyes for approval.

"You already did." she smirks, "And you already are, as a matter of fact." her breath hitches at that predatory look in his eyes, the brilliant blue-green of his fiery eyes darkening tantalizingly.

He shakes his head, lips brush back and forth against her jawline while he gently turns her to face him. "Not like this." he says, cupping her face in his hands and capturing her sleep-swollen, rosy lips in his own. She smiles into it and snakes her hands around his neck, fingers threading in his hair as his own arms support her back. She giggles into his mouth when he dips her and prods his tongue into her own mouth. She also greatly appreciates the low rumble she hears in his chest as he explores her mouth most thoroughly.

'If it wasn't nearly time for breakfast...' she thinks, she is certain this would escalate rather quickly. Though there is the matter of her messy cycle, perhaps a shower would fix that...'Mmm, a shower with Eren...' at that thought she feels a little feverish.

He pulls back just barely and nips at her now-swollen bottom lip, admiring the attractive flush her cheeks have blossomed with. "There-" he says with a smirk, "-now I've kissed you properly." he helps her stand straight again and she brushes her disheveled hair back with a shy laugh. "And now we can go to breakfast." he hands her-her more appropriate clothing so they can get dressed.

"You're gonna pay later for getting me riled up." she says as she tugs the shirt over her head, caring not for her nudity while she fixes her bra back around her chest.

His lips quirk upwards in a triumphant smirk, "I'm looking forward to it."

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She wipes at her forehead after she exits the washroom for the fifth time that afternoon. Training is tough, especially on one's menstrual cycle, but her cramps are less noticeable because of the rigorous, jarring exercise of maneuvering the 3DMG. She swipes her sweaty locks from her face and makes her way back outside the female's quarters. Luckily it's time for lunch, and she can go relax for a little while before she has to train yet again until dinner. Granted they'll be riding horses for the majority of that period. A fact she is grateful for, as it is far less effort than the 3DMG.

She is about to enter the mess hall when someone grabs her by the waist from behind. She yelps in surprise as she is pulled into an alcove, but she quiets when she recognizes those mischievous, gorgeous teal eyes. "Eren! Don't scare me!" she hisses, "I might have punched you."

He chuckles huskily, the low, rumbling sound makes her hair raise and her spine tingle. "I think I could take it." he murmurs, and she has no chance to respond, as his lips are on hers in the next second. She gasps and he takes that opportunity to let his tongue delve into her mouth, starting a small battle with her for dominance. She shivers again as his hands clamp around her wrists and her traps her against the wall.

Her leg hikes up instinctively, and he rolls his hips only just barely, as he knows they can't take this too far right now. But God, after her promise of paying him back this morning he's been pining for her touch, practically aching for some sort of satisfaction. She moans as he pins her hands above her head and his free hand roams to her thigh, caressing lightly. He pulls back with a gasp and moves to her neck, burying his face in her scarf and finding her soft skin so he can suckle there.

"Ahh.." he gasps when she rolls her hips against him, and he lets go of her hands to plant his own against the wall. He has to stop now, otherwise he won't be able to, "S-sorry, Mika, I really needed that." he says, and she smiles, his eyes peer down to appreciate her heaving chest beneath that thin shirt.

"I kind of needed it too." she pants, recapturing his attention, and she pulls her leg back down from around his waist. "Tonight, tonight we can finish this." she gives him yet another promise, and he grins, kissing her once more on the lips, tenderly and slowly.

"Oi! Get a room guys." he yelps at the intruding voice and jumps away from her as if she were suddenly on fire. She presses a hand to her chest as they both turn to stare at Armin with wide, terrified eyes.

"What the fuck, Armin?!" Eren gasps, wiping at his forehead.

"You should see your faces." Armin smirks, placing a hand on his hip, "Mikasa, you need to fix your hair before you go in there, you've quite obviously been in a make-out session." he advises.

Mikasa blushes and combs her hair with her fingers, "Sorry you had to see that, Armin."

"Eh, I'm more pleased than disturbed. I mean damn! Finally, eh? You blockhead." Armin says to Eren, who turns red and scowls.

"I think he gets it, Armin." Mikasa chuckles, "Not that I needed to admonish him that much." she adds as she approaches the blushing boy and kisses him shamelessly one last time, "I'm going to go eat lunch."

Eren gives a goofy, pleased smile as she walks away.

"Gosh, you are like crazy lovebirds now." Armin chuckles as he moves to follow his raven-haired friend.

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She yanks him away from the mess hall after dinner later, her stride is determined and unyielding as he asks where she's going. Though he has a pretty good idea, he's still a little surprised when she pulls him into the washroom and silences his questions with kisses, smiling as she bends to turn the water on. She looks back at him over her shoulder and tucks her hair behind her ear, reveling in the widening of his eyes and the shadows of desire creeping into his turquoise irises. She straightens and begins to pull her 3DMG straps away, depositing them in a corner to be forgotten for an hour or so.

He follows her lead, and she has her hands on him as soon as he tugs his shirt from his body. Her hand threads into his unruly locks and she tugs him down for a sloppy, desperate kiss. Her own eagerness has her stumbling backwards and she ends up pressed against the wall yet again. His hands are kneading roughly into her ass, and she gasps into his mouth as she is lifted to perch on his waist. Her own hands move to his chest and trail random, sporadic patterns in her desperation to feel him.

He lets out a mix between a laugh and a moan while she traces his defined abs. And she giggles as he breaks the kiss to stop her hands, "Sorry, that tickles." he admits with a smile. She simply moves her hands to his neck and caresses him there instead, and she presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the apex of his jaw, trailing down his neck. "The s-shower...getting cold..." he mumbles, leaning heavily on the wall to support himself while she practically burns his skin with every touch.

She slows in her searing advance and nods against his skin. He huffs heavily as she extricates herself from his body and proceeds to remove her clothing entirely. He blinks when he sees the bloody, linen pad she had explained to him, but it's snatched away from his sight as soon as it's visible. She tucks it away and turns back to him, her gaze is averted as her finger slips between the hem of his pants, and he takes them off just as shamelessly as she did. Afterwards he follows her into the threshold of the shower and gently turns her chin to face him. "That's why we're showering, huh?" he asks, "Because of your cycle?"

She frowns, she had hoped they wouldn't need to bring it up, "Yeah." she rubs her arm self-consciously, "It's messy, so we gotta do it here, and...I know it's dirty and you might not want to..." she adds, "But I really, really need it."

He smiles, "I don't mind." he says. In honesty, he had managed to find a medical book, and increased libido was on the list of menstrual symptoms. So he isn't surprised to have her asking him to do this, but a shower is a little cumbersome. Making this work will be difficult. "Let's get washed first." he says, attempting to lather soap from a bar.

She takes it from his hands and shakes her head, "No, after. We'll only get dirty anyways." she says, placing the soap down before her hands are in his hair again and she's tugging him down for a kiss. They stumble slightly, as the floors are slippery, and they both break apart to laugh nervously. She tugs him down and he's somewhat confused when she gets on her knees and turns to lean against the tub wall.

It's a rather erotic sight, there's no denying that. What with the temperature of the water, steam billows around her body, and tiny beads of water coalesce together to roll down her back in slow, tantalizing trails. When she looks over her shoulder at him it takes every ounce of willpower he has not to start then and there. But he wants to be careful, slow even, for one: this position is new. And two: she's in a delicate state right now, emotionally and physically.

He starts by gently gripping her hips and lowering his face to her shoulder-blades, giving the wet skin there open-mouthed kisses. Her arms shake against the wall she leans on, and she lets out a low moan when his tongue decides to join in the fray, following a trail of water back up her toned spine. He feels light headed after hearing it, and his hands venture from their places. One trails up her torso and grasps her breast, she begins to pant at that. The other reaches around her waist and dips into her, she acts as though he's driven himself into her already. Her head is thrown back and her knuckles turn white as she grips the wall.

He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of her, and her mewling cries get a little too loud, too quickly. "Shh...Mika, shush." he pulls his hand from her breast to turn her face and capture her lips. She squeezes her fluttering eyes shut and lets out a particularly loud cry when he strokes that swollen bundle of nerves with his palm and curls his fingers inside her. Her noise is partially muffled by his kiss, but if anyone were outside their door at that moment, there is no doubt they'd know exactly what's going on inside.

Despite the fact that she's already close, she grabs his still-moving hand with her own shaking one and pulls back from the kiss. "Eren...don't bother with foreplay, please just take me...right now." she practically whines as she pushes her hips back against his arousal, to which he hisses and gasps.

Well, he can't say no to that face, gosh, and he thought she couldn't possibly be more attractive! Her eyes are lidded and her dark lashes are wet, accentuated by the steaming water, as well as her hair, which drapes over her face and across her neck almost sensually. Her lips are swollen and parted in her needy panting, and her cheeks are flushed a beautiful rosy color that spreads to her shoulders.

He wastes absolutely no time in aligning himself and slipping into her, a task that is a little too easy, as she's very, very slippery. She moans these intoxicating, otherworldly noises as he fills her, and he thinks he's already lost his stamina at the sound of them. She shudders under him when he hilts, and he places his hands beside hers on the wall to steady himself. Because by God, he's having trouble staying upright too. "Eren...move...?" she asks in a whimper, shifting her hips.

Oh fuck it! His original plan of being slow and gentle just flew out the window. He latches onto her shoulder and even bites the skin there just enough to leave the slightest marks. She gasps as he pulls out and thrusts roughly, a groan rumbles in the back of his throat, and he moves to suckle at her neck. She pivots her own hips to meet him just as hard as he thrusts, and he can't help but let out pleasured gasps of his own.

She pants, his arms shake as he moves. And when she moans and breathes a little "Ahh!" out with each thrust it drives him wild. She reaches a hand up to hold onto him, wrapping her fingers tightly onto his neck. He takes that chance to capture her lips again, and she almost sounds like she could even be crying, the sounds she's making. They aren't even really kissing anymore, their lips just touch while they both pant. His restrained grunts and her soft moans mix with the sound of the water hitting his back echo in the washroom.

She stiffens beneath him and her breath hitches, "Eren..." his name is like a prayer on her lips as she comes undone. Her body arches upwards briefly and he lets out a ragged breath when he feels her inner walls tighten and pulsate around him. He has to shift his body weight to one shaking arm, while the other curls around her torso to keep her from collapsing. For once he's somewhat glad he has little stamina, and he buries his face in her neck to muffle his loud moan as he follows her.

She gasps when she feels him release, and a contented smile graces her face. Her limbs don't feel like jelly anymore, so she places her arms back on the wall, leaning heavily on it while they catch their breaths. She listens to the sound of the water pattering against his tawny back, his ragged breath in her ear, sees his arms shaking with the effort it takes to hold himself up. It makes her so happy, seeing and hearing these things, and she shudders as he finally starts moving again. His heavy panting becomes louder as he nears the shell of her ear, and her smile widens as he lightly kisses there.

Her shaky hand comes back up to cup his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss her palm as well. She doesn't like how empty she feels when he slips out, but it's all he can manage for now, she can't blame him for that. "You okay?" he asks, finally moving from his place above her back to stand on his feet shakily.

She accepts his hand up, stumbling on her weakened legs, and he pulls her into a hug. She smiles as she nuzzles into his chest, her finger tracing invisible patterns there, "Yeah, more than okay." she kisses the nearest skin she can find, and he gently strokes the small of her back.

She immediately starts to grow heavier in his arms, her eyelids flutter shut, and her breath evens out, "Hey-" he murmurs, "-don't fall asleep on me, let's clean up first, then you can go to bed." he chuckles when she pulls back and rubs at her eyes tiredly. She lets him clean her and himself, apologizing for being so tired, but he waves her off. He knows she can't help it. And besides, he's never done it before, cleaning her, he rather likes it.

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She yawns when he sits her down on the bed, dressed in only her shorts. Her onyx eyes follow him around the room, and she admires him while he gets some pants on. He then pulls another one of his shirts out for her to use, slipping it over her head and coaxing her arms into the holes. She smiles at him when he lifts her chin so he can give a soft, chaste kiss, stroking her cheek afterwards. "Let's get some sleep, Mikasa." he says, pulling the covers back as he crawls onto his bed.

She towels her hair off one last time before she joins him, her face buries in his still-bare chest and she wraps her arm around his torso. He returns the gesture and his fingers move to thread through her damp hair. "Oi." he says to get her attention, and she looks up at him lazily.

"Hmm?"

"I love you." he says. Even though he knows he doesn't need to say it, he wants to. He wants her to hear those words as often as he can say them. Seeing her face brighten, her eye start to twinkle with love, it makes him feel warm inside. They can only have so much time together like this, he wants what could be their last few weeks together to be something she can always remember. Always look back on with a smile.

"I know." she says, her face soft and glowing in the dim moonlight, "I love you too. So, so much." she murmurs, and he kisses her once more before he lets her fall asleep. He doesn't want this to end, he sincerely hopes they can make it back from Shiganshina alive. If either one of them didn't...

He shakes his head, he can't think like that, he needs to focus on the here and now, enjoy her during his every waking moment. Make sure he cherishes her as if she were the only person in the world. She needs to feel loved entirely, and he doesn't need to burden her with his own worries. He pulls her sleeping body closer, and he frowns, he doesn't want to lose her now that he's got her. And although he's not religious, he wants to pray that they will always make it back, always be like this. And he hopes there is a deity listening when he asks this in his head.

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A.N.

Man, it's like this thing only exists to be fluffy fulfill my Eremika smut needs XD. (Which it does)

I wanted to say that it's only so lighthearted because, like Eren is thinking at the end, they may not have much time together, and they want to kind of forget about those troubles while they can.

Oh, and the last chapter was full of underlined words cause my iPad sucketh and it does that when I try to submit from there (weird I know).