Notes: Chapter 2 is here! Sorry for such a long wait. I had a ton of things to do the past two weeks, and I'll try to get future chapters done much quicker. This will be the first "main" chapter, as Chapters 1 and 1.5 were just meant to be a prologue of sorts to the story. To be very honest, I'm not too fond of Chapter 1 (in retrospect, I could have written it much better, but I was testing the waters and it kinda turned out that way). I promise you that the next few chapters will be definitely worth reading (I've prepared an awesome plot line and a lot of other scenes already). Whenever I'm free, I'll churn out new chapters. Like I said earlier, Chapter 2 will be told from the perspective of Mikasa. She might be slightly OOC (just a tad) because she gets really flustered, but other than that, I think this turned out okay. The beginning of this chapter is kinda explicit (think borderline smut), and is too suggestive to fit a T rating. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. If you do not want to read M rated stuff, then skip the beginning of this chapter. I won't be writing smut anytime soon, however. The rest of the story will be T rated. Enough with my droning on; enjoy the chapter!
A Beautiful World Chapter 2
"Eren... We... umm... probably shouldn't be doing this here..."
Nervousness was practically dripping from the girl's mouth as she choked the words out. The boy across from her, who had effectively pinned her by the arms against the cold wall, made no response. The emerald of his eyes remained unwavering and unwilling to part with her face. Despite numerous attempts to pry herself free from her awkward predicament, Eren's grasp was impossibly firm. That couldn't be. Mikasa knew she was stronger than him, both physically and mentally. But for some inexplicable, arbitrary, and completely darned reason, it was.
Mikasa was trapped.
"Eren... uhh... I-I'm not so sure if w-we..." Mikasa squeaked, blushing like a typical schoolgirl near her crush. That was uncalled for. She wasn't so sure why literally all her defenses were completely immobilized. Maybe it was because of his touch, maybe it was because his scent (cherry, maple, and a whiff of musk) was just so intoxicating, or perhaps it was because deep down inside the Minotaur-guarded labyrinth of Mikasa's heart, she really, truly, liked him, like-liked him, as the girls in the trainee barracks would commonly exclaim with delight. Nothing like that mattered at the moment, however. All she knew was that Eren was here, Eren was hers, and Eren was about to do something earth-shatteringly wonderful to her.
There was the possibility that she could regret it later, but later was later. There was a reason why the here-and-now was dubbed the present. She was meant to receive it and, of course, enjoy it.
Mikasa caught just the glimpse of hungry, starved, and relentless desire in his mesmerizing orbs of jade just before Eren crushed his lips to hers. Their tongues intertwined, his hands tracing circles near her cheekbones, effectively suppressing the moans of pleasure that struggled to see the light of day.
The kiss was finally broken off by the giver, much to Mikasa's dismay. It would be short lived, as Eren wasted no time snaking his hands down Mikasa's ample bosom, caressing her peaks with touches and generous kisses. Her whimpers were audible, even demanding, and only increased the rate at which he dragged his tongue across Mikasa's body, slowly reaching her quivering lower regions. Thin and rapidly cooling trails of saliva were left across her taut abdomen, causing her creamy skin to give rise to goosebumps. Mikasa ached tremendously with longing and urgent desire. The sharp contrast of his warmth against her shivering figure was too much to handle.
It had, at one point, occurred to Mikasa that she had been quite easily demoted from humanity's second strongest to a pile of euphoric mush, but that moment had long since flown away.
"Eren... haaa... Eren... Oh, yes, more... Eren!"
A sudden crash of what sounded like a chair forced her eyes to flutter open and abandon her subconscious fantasy. She inwardly groaned.
"So it was all... a dream," she muttered, the area between her legs still throbbing from the arousal during her sleep. Mikasa cursed the fact that it was gradually ebbing away.
The beautiful pillars of sensation had left, allowing reality's roof to come crashing down upon her like a ton of bricks in the wake of their absence.
Quietly, Mikasa made a mental note to wage total war against chairs the next time she saw one.
"M-Mikasa?" An all-too familiar and boyish voice stammered. She knew that voice anywhere. It was the same voice that had told her about the Scouting Legion when they were kids, the same voice that had swore to exterminate the Titans, and the same voice that had wrapped a crying little girl on a cold night with words of fire and hope.
Eren... What is he doing here...?
"Oh... it's just you, Eren..." Mikasa murmured softly, doing nothing to conceal the inevitable blush blossoming across her cheeks. She tried to sit up, shrugging the blankets off, but was pierced by a burning spear of pain in her chest. Mikasa bit her lip sharply, nearly drawing blood. Her head collapsed back onto the bed, nearly smothering the pillow in the process.
Right. Compound fractures in my ribcage. A lot of them. This isn't good. I'll never be able to protect Eren at this rate...
Mikasa decided to tilt her head towards the boy next to the bed instead of shattering her ribcage again by sitting up. In what appeared to be a nervous attack, Eren hastily buried his head in his hands, trying desperately to avoid Mikasa's gaze.
"Eren...? Are you okay?"
No response from the brown haired boy. Mikasa, unsure of what had caused him to panic, persisted in her questioning.
"Hey, what's wrong? Did someone do something bad to you?"
"... I-I'm fine, uh, Mikasa..." Her name barely made it out of his mouth as the low stutter of Eren's voice faded rather quickly.
Mikasa wouldn't have it.
"Eren, tell me what happened." The sternness of her voice bounced inside Eren's ear until it hurt. Clearing his throat, he managed to gather his resolve and squeeze an answer out.
"Uh, well, um, I was taking care of you kinda, you know, after what happened when you guys went all commando trying to rescue me, and the Scouts did rescue me, and, uh, so I was watching you as you slept since you broke your ri-uh, not in a creepy sort of way, obviously, but, umm, you know, just making sure you were alrigh-"
"Cut the crap, Eren." Mikasa promptly ended the boy's valiant effort to stall for time.
Eren shifted uneasily in his chair.
I've never seen him look so off before... Is it the heat in the room? No, the window is open and a cool draft is blowing in... Eren never was bothered much by the heat anyways... Is it me...? I don't think my clothing is revealing or anything right now... I mean there's half a blanket over my body-no, Eren would never feel that way towards me!
"Well, the truth is, Mikasa, um, while you were sleeping..."
She really felt sorry for him. He looked like an animal that was getting ready to be devoured. But she had to know what he was hiding from her.
"Go on Eren... what happened as I was sleeping?" The gentle prodding of her voice seemed to be effectively pushing the boy to reveal the truth.
Mikasa felt like she knew what was coming. It was probably something about Jean sneaking into the room to fawn over her, or Sasha spilling soup over him (it would certainly explain why his shirt looked crinkly as if it had dried out on its own and why he reeked of the stuff), or maybe it was Levi heichou yelling at Eren for missing an obscure patch of dust while cleaning (she would kill the chibi one day), but whatever it was, it was probably not worth Eren getting all self conscious and embarrassed.
Or maybe... It was because of what I said to him during the battle with Reiner... I said that I loved him, right? No, I never said it directly, but I kissed him. That must have told him, right? Could it be that he's getting all worked up about that right now? Is that what his embarrassment is for? Yes, that's probably it.
The black haired girl allowed herself a small smile as she considered this possibility, masking the ridiculously excited girl inside her that was squealing, "YESYESYESYESholyfrickheisgoingtoconfesshisfealingsformemaybewewiklfinallybeacoupleandgetmarriedandgavetenchildrenandgetmarriedagainandhavemorechildrenandevendoXXXtogetherFLAWLESSVICTORY!"
Pushing her gleeful thoughts aside temporarily, Mikasa waited for Eren to confirm her suspicions. She rested her soft gaze on the inviting perches of his face.
The words slipped out so quietly from his lips that Mikasa had to strain her ears in order to hear what he was saying.
"Well... uh... you kinda, you know, as you were sleeping, were... talking... in your, uh... sleep... To be more clear, um, you kinda were saying my name over and over again with an... uh..."
He gave a violent and shaky cough before finally finishing.
"...interesting expression on your face."
Eren finished his deliverance of the truth with a giant flush of red that was impossible to hide. He was sweating even more than that time when Shadis had made him run one hundred laps in blistering summer heat because he gave Jean a knuckle to the face.
Suddenly, Mikasa wished she could disappear. Her face was having a heated competition with Eren's to see who could turn a deeper hue of pink. A thousand-no, a million different thoughts swarmed through her mind as she understood the real reason why Eren had been so incredibly flustered.
Mikasa had been moaning Eren's name in her sleep while hopelessly submerged in her subconscious state of ecstasy. And Eren. Had. Heard. Every. Single. Thing. She. Said.
A dreadful, lingering silence prevailed. If there was a hole, Mikasa would have hid in it. And stayed in it. Probably for a good five weeks.
Instead, she was stuck in a rigid and very uncomfortable staring match with Eren.
What do I do?! If I hide under the blankets or the pillow, he'll know for sure that he meant what I said! Your kidding me right? This can't be happening... ABORT NOWWWWWWWW!
Eren was still frozen in place, staring at the ground. Mikasa eyed the wooden door that was a few meters away from her bed.
Maybe I can roll out of bed and crawl out of the room really quickly... I mean, we've done drills like that before... No, he'll definitely notice me. But in this condition, what the heck can I do to get out of this?!
"Have you two brats finished up yet? I'd better not see anything that will scar me for fricken life when I walk in."
And without a pause of more than 5 seconds, Captain Levi unceremoniously kicked open the door with his eyes closed. He looked more vertically challenged than ever, and was pushing a crude wheelchair along with him. After slowly opening his eyes, his figure relaxed a little, although his omnipresent gloom remained. Eren seemed to have jolted back into reality and whipped himself into a salute. "L-Levi heichou, sir! Is there any clean-err, anything you need me to do?" Normally, Mikasa would have regarded the midget of a Captain with utter disdain. But right now, he (albeit quite regrettably) was her savior.
The diminutive Captain seemed to have disregarded the boy's question and opened his mouth to talk.
"I was expecting worse. Oh well. Ackerman, Jaeger. Breakfast is ready. The wheelchair is courtesy of your braniac blondie pal who scrapped it together on the fly. Get yourselves out of your romantic limbo if you don't want to starve. Need I repeat myself? Good. Jaeger, help your girlfriend out of bed."
"She's n-not my girlfriend, heichou-"
"Sister, girlfriend, friends, sex buddies, acquaintances, rivals, I don't care. If you can't do it, I'll tell Jean to come up here and get Ackerman into the wheelchair." Levi was clearly annoyed.
Eren flushed a bit and hastily replied, "N-no, heichou. I'll do it. I understand."
Mikasa nearly jumped as she felt his hand grab hers, lifting her body up. He was being careful not to strain her chest in the process as well as avoiding eye contact. The embarrassment still lingered between them like a bad odor. The next thing she knew, Eren had lifted her up bridal style and placed her gently into the wheelchair. She nearly let out a small shriek of surprise. The flesh on her legs were still tingling, recalling the way his hands had touched them.
I didn't know he was strong enough to lift me up like that... I've done it to him before when we were younger, but he never could do it to me.
The room around them disappeared as the wheelchair swiftly carried Mikasa to freedom. Below, the wheelchair seemed to be mocking her.
"You needed me after all," it grinned. The voice sounded suspiciously like Levi.
"Stupid chibi..." Mikasa swore under her breath. But then again, the chibi had saved her from a very awkward conversation with Eren. So had the block of wood she was sitting on.
And so with much annoyance, Mikasa had to admit that her vendetta against chairs could wait.
Notes: Thanks for reading Chapter 2! I hope you enjoyed yourself. Reviews are very appreciated, and I gladly accept all comments/praise/criticism so I can make my writing better in the future. And also, a big thank you to everyone who reviewed so far as well as those who faved/followed this story. Next couple chapters will aim to have more action as well as some fluff. Suggestions are also accepted. More is coming, and stay tuned!