"But come on, let's go." Mikasa blinked, pulling herself out of her thoughts and nodded as she followed him out to the car. As usual it was running already with Armin sitting in the driver's seat, a book in hand as well.
Mikasa got in the back Eren stuffed his guitar into the trunk, cursed once, got in the passenger side next to Armin before they finally left. Mikasa was squished against an amplifier in the back as they road while Eren and Armin chirped talkatively in the front. Occasionally they'd say something directed to Mikasa, but it'd only be met with either a nod of the head, grin or a one word answer. Her mind was elsewhere at this point.
The three of them drove for at least twenty minutes before coming up to the apartment complex that was said to house Reiner, Bert and Annie. It was cream-toned and in a decent neighborhood, about the same standards as Eren lived in but Mikasa wondered how three high schoolers who, to her knowledge didn't have jobs, could afford to live here but she chose to not question further.
When they got inside the building on the western-end Eren was the one to press the buzzer to the room that read "Leonhardt". Mikasa found this slightly odd but didn't question either as the three waited a few minutes after when eventually the door leading past the lobby buzzed, followed by them heading in.
Eren lead the way with his steel guitar case as Mikasa lugged his large amplifier and chords along. They went down the right hallway then turned left at the door. The heavy stench of nicotine filled the halls from then and Mikasa knew that they were getting close.
After a minute or two Eren came to a stop in front of a door that read "17A" and she assumed that this was it. Armin knocked on the door and near instantly it opened, revealing Reiner's grinning face as smoke rolled out of the room. "Come on in, and welcome Mikasa," he greeted warmly as he opened the door further, allowing them to step inside. "Hope your head is feeling better by the way."
Mikasa smiled gently and nodded, signifying that she was feeling find before following Armin and Eren inside.
It was an all-around nice apartment; two-story, Mikasa assumed, with couches that were moved off to the side, a flat-screen, a kitchen and a moderate-sized table where Marco and Jean were casually drinking some type of alcohol and playing cards. Everyone was there already but it didn't really surprise Mikasa, just made her uneasy.
"Eh horseface!" Eren cried near immediately as his hand waved at the smoke. He pushed past Reiner, just about ignoring his greeting. "Put out the damn cigarette! It's fucking disgusting."
"I'll open a window," Marco quickly stated before Jean could respond to Eren's hostility.
"Grow up Jaeger!" Jean growled but followed Marco's example and began opening windows; he couldn't seem to deny Marco in any way. Despite this he kept a lit cigarette in between his fingers however.
Eren continued to growl lowly under his breath while Reiner chuckled lightheartedly and threw his arm around Mikasa near drunkly. "Haha, calm down guys. We 'gotta spend at least another twelve hours together so let's try and get along for at least the first three." Reiner's voice was filled with comfort and nonchalance yet his band mates seemed to take him more seriously than he even did, but maybe that's just how Reiner worked.
The group of guys quickly assembled their things while Reiner ushered Mikasa over to one of the couches where she sat comfortably. Silently though she wondered where Annie and Bert could possibly be (mostly Annie) when she decided that it was probably best to not bother with such thoughts. Reiner probably at least told Annie and she made good note to get the hell out of her apartment for the night.
Mikasa patiently sat and watched as the group of guys pulled their assorted instruments into the scene and plugged in and unplugged wires till they were swearing out of frustration, though this job was mostly taken up by Jean once more.
Once they got set up each individual one of them played for some length of time, testing the sound until they decided things were properly set up. And once that goal was accomplished the group began warming up with cover songs that Mikasa could moderately identify.
"I don't normally drink-" Mikasa was caught slightly off-guard and turned to her side, finding Armin with two glasses of dark-colored wine in either of his hands. He looked so.. Different and it was almost so unusual it was scary. "But Annie has really good taste." He then held one of his hands out, offering a wine glass and Mikasa graciously accepted. This would be her first time consuming alcohol but she assumed that it'd have to happen eventually.
Armin then sat next to her and casually sipped at his wine, seemingly savoring it. "Chateau de Beaucastel," Armin stated simply as he pulled the glass away from his lips and grinned lightly. "Wine's meant for gentlemen in all honesty. But go on, try it. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
Mikasa could tell he was either joking or a little tipsy. Armin normally wasn't this talkative, especially about things such as wine. Nevertheless she pressed the wine glass to her lips and took a sip a long sip, allowing it to sit in the back of her throat for a moment before swallowing. The taste was enticing and grasped Mikasa as her dark eyes instantly widened out of surprise. She didn't know that alcohol could taste like this; she always thought that every over-exaggerated, but she might be owing them an apology.
Armin smiled meagerly as he caught Mikasa enjoying the wine and continued to pull out his book without another word. He opened it in his lap and relaxed in the couch while occasionally sipping the dark liquid.
Mikasa eagerly sipped her drink, but in moderation- she was still responsible -as she watched her friends glide over notes. Progressively her drink shrank as she did so without even noticing, but Armin took her glass the minute she finished and re-filled it, grinning pleasantly as he'd hand it back.
"Annie and I picked this wine out, actually," Armin mentioned casually as he sat back down. "After she moved into this apartment me and Eren helped her out a lot so we became very close, though I don't suppose Eren told you that." Mikasa blinked and flickered her yes towards Armin, meeting his soft emerald ones before flickering them towards the band once more and shaking her head.
"He didn't," Mikasa claimed before taking a quick sip of her newly filled glass and turning towards him. "But what happened? Are you not close anymore?" Armin stared at her for a few minutes, their gazes locked before his faltered finally. He let out a soft sigh and shook his head as he set his book aside.
"That's a better question for Annie or Eren," Armin responded slowly with hesitance written all over his expression. ".. Preferably Annie. Eren doesn't even know.." Mikasa studied Armin cautiously as his words faded into silence, as if he regretted what he just said. "But never mind that, they'll probably be stopping soon to let you up there." Armin then gestured towards Eren's band with his wineglass.
Mikasa wasn't willing to let the subject of Annie and Eren drop so quickly but she somehow resisted and returned her attention back to them. She found that they were on the final verse of a song that they started near five minutes ago and her eyes- very -briefly widened. She quickly drank the rest of her wine in one go, which slightly impressed Armin, before she handed the glass back to him. "I'll be back for it," she claimed with a stone-cold look. Her eyes read "protect the glass with your life", and they shot into Armin abruptly before she slowly stood.
"Ready Mikasa?" Eren asked just as he strummed his last chord, almost as though it was timed. Feeling a bit more open due to the wine, Mikasa nodded and grinned slightly. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she thought.
"Alright, great," Jean huffed out as he threw himself down on the couch next to Armin with his guitar, causing him to twitch out of surprise. He looked as though he'd just ran a mile but Mikasa assumed that being in this band would be physically straining from the minute she heard about it.
She walked over to the mic stand, feeling bare without her scarf and stood there with her hands clasped behind her back. She looked at ease and almost comfortable as opposed to most of the time.
"So what song would you like to start off with?" Marco asked, his words dripping with honey as he idly played something that sounded eerily like Legend of Zelda on his deep blue bass guitar.
Mikasa hadn't ever put much thought into it. She found herself standing there, shrugging and rubbing her forearm as she turned towards the rest of them.
"You always liked Sinatra, didn't you?" Eren asked, trying to help as he fiddled with the jack of his guitar almost frustratingly. Mikasa nodded slowly and blinked, coming to a conclusion. She then spun on her heels, facing the mic once more as Eren grinned in satisfaction.
"Well, I'll have to improvise a bit, but I think we can make it happen," Eren added quickly as he stepped over to his amp to change his distortion.
"Eren, what is this band called?" Mikasa asked far from incidentally as she straightened her skirt, causing him to stop in his tracks.
"Well, ah.." Eren said slowly, trying to find the words to say. "We don't have a name I guess. We didn't really think we'd be getting gigs any time soon."
"I think you will," Mikasa asserted, near cutting off Eren. "You should think about it." His deep green eyes blinked in a bit of a daze. Was this really Mikasa? He had seen her with a wine glass earlier but.. She just seemed so much livelier, and Eren found himself enjoying it.
"Alright, well." He looked towards Marco and Reiner, finding them to look almost as dazed as he was by Mikasa before returning his attention back to her. "I certainly will. And how about we start with Come Fly With Me? Your dad always played it on his record." She nodded slowly, not saying anything further before they started.
When they did start they found that Mikasa had a bit more confidence than usual and opened up far more to singing in front of them. Her voice carried and even Armin took a break from his book to watch her.
In her wake she left those in the room impressed, but immediately as she finished she felt herself grow timid once more. Reiner whistled loudly behind her while Jean and Armin clapped. She grinned sheepishly as they finished their last song and she gave a graceful sort-of bow before continuing off and letting Jean replace her, but it was already 2 a.m.- near witching hour - but she found and she wasn't even all that tired.
"I think you belong with them," Armin declared as he swirled a white-colored wine in his glass. "I could feel the chemical reaction almost." He grinned warmly and handed Mikasa her glass back before pouring some wine into her glass. "Merlot."
"We'll have to see," she responded near apathetically before near instantly pressing the glass up to her lips and drinking. She personally preferred the Chateau but white wine was fine she granted.
The two continued to casually talk as the rest of them went on a food run to the nearest gas station (aside from Jean, he decided to go crash for the night in Reiner's room).
"While Hercules was a tragedy," Armin said while rubbing his head. It was obvious that he was thoroughly intrigued by their current conversational topic. "In the traditional Hercules he was sought to be a hero- An Epic hero in fact. And the way that the Athens classic portrayed him was downright gruesome, but I suppose I get your point." Mikasa nodded, understanding as she poured herself yet another glass of wine. She wasn't exactly sure of how many she'd had, she only knew that they had eliminated an entire bottle already.
"Yes, you understand. Heroes aren't meant to be portrayed as "super ultra perfect" human beings," Mikasa explained before taking a small sip of her win. "While as a child it may be nice to aim for, once you get older you realize that people aren't really like that, and the Athens classic did the tragedy just."
"Fair point, I'll give you that," Armin admitted while grinning coyly. "Just was never a big fan of death and mayhem I guess; always preferred the valiant side of things."
"Even when we lived next to each other as children, Armin, I could always tell," Mikasa expressed with the hint of a girlish giggle, but she managed to keep it back. The wine seemed to be getting to her once more. "Whenever I'd look outside I'd see you avoiding every little ant you could on the sidewalk; it'd look like you were trying to do a frantic fire dance." Armin laughed in a way that Mikasa hadn't heard since she'd come back; it was bright, joyful and most of all it was legitimate. It even made Mikasa laugh quietly before she gingerly took another sip of wine.
"Well I have to say that you were pretty valiant yourself back then," Armin asserted just as he finished off his current glass of wine. "Always swooping in to save Eren whenever we'd play a game. It was as though he was the damsel in distress and every time you were his shining knight." Mikasa grinned a bit more and found herself thoroughly amused before quickly drinking down the rest of her glass.
"Ah, well, can we really say that that's changed at all?" Mikasa asked rhetorically as she poured herself yet another glass. "I'd swoop in within a heartbeat as if I were Peter Parker and he were Lois Lane."
"Might you be hinting at something, Ms. Ackerman?" Armin questioned with tease soaking his words.
"You and I both know how hyperbolic asking that is, Arlert," Mikasa said simply with a slight smirk. "But if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to the bathroom that's…"
"Upstairs, it's the first door you'll see," Armin directed with a warm grin as Mikasa set her glass down and stood. She then nodded and stepped around the couch a bit tipsily. Her foot tripped over the wooden floors but she caught herself on the couch. Get ahold of yourself, she silently demanded before continuing past and heading to the staircase.
The stairs were carpeted unlike the rest of the house and were easy on her "slippery" stocking-covered feet. As she reached the top of the staircase she heard the doors open downstairs, followed by a barrage of drunken teenage guy voices. Mikasa cringed slightly at the loud noises but continued into the open area in front of the stairs.
Her arms wrapped around her form as she stepped onto the wooden floors once more, feeling bare and a bit colder than usual without her scarf, which was borderline abnormal because it was within the last few days of summer. It was a chilling thought in itself, actually.
Her eyes slowly glanced around the room once she gained some moderate bearings, but only found the open space to be, well.. Open. A comfortable-looking chair sat in the far right corner next to a bookshelf and a turned-off lamp.
The wall to her right was near an entire window and revealed at least part of the glowing city of Orlando, it providing the light allowing her to see. If she squinted maybe she could even see Disney world, but she brushed such thoughts aside.
Mikasa continued after several moments and to the hallway which was straight ahead just as the loud sound of a bass guitar strumming boomed from the downstairs. Once again she cringed, but only slightly as her eyebrows knit themselves together in near frustration.
Why did alcohol have to have such an irritating consequence? It was hard to concentrate, Mikasa's coordination dropped to about a baby giraffe's level, her mind was a jumble of things and she found herself feeling downright… Well, she wasn't sure, but it wasn't normal, whatever the feeling was.
Her toes clenched as she trudged her way down the hall "elegantly" with her arms clenched tightly around her chest until she met the first door. She clenched the doorknob and turned it while silently wondering if Annie's room was in this hallway, and she wondered why that even mattered. Annie was probably gone anyways, yet she strived to know where and if she was there.. Maybe they could continue their normal locker room activities? God, now that was just the alcohol talking.
A hand came up to Mikasa's nose and she pinched it before sighing until a thought came to mind; maybe she really couldn't be around- Definitely not, Mikasa promptly denied as she kicked the door back, causing it to slam shut loudly as she stepped inside. She pressed her back against the door as the music around her intensified, but she found herself biting her bottom lip out of what looked to be worry despite the mini-scene that just previously escalated.
"Can you really not even be in the same room as her without being naked?" Mikasa spat out huskily as her head hung in shame. "Why don't you even act this way about Eren?" Whether this was submission to her previous thoughts or.. She didn't know, her lips merely formed the words but her brain didn't process them
Why don't you even act this way about Eren?
She abandoned the thoughts as quickly as she could, regaining some form of rationality. At this point more than anything she wanted to go back downstairs, sit with Armin and talk about anything and everything, but she had to do this first or else she may wet herself.
She stepped over to the sink, splashing some cold water on her face the first chance she could to clear her mind as she constantly whispered "Don't be stupid", trying to convince herself. No, now you're being stupid, Mikasa declared mentally as she wiped her face with her sleeve. It was just the alcohol, stop overreacting.
She continued with her business in the bathroom and left soon after. She felt much better, both physically and mentally as she stepped into the hall and turned off the light; good enough to even start humming along to the song playing downstairs. It wasn't Jean singing.. No, it was most definitely not Jean. Arctic Monkeys? That had to be it, and it gave her a nice feeling in the pit of her stomach.
This ampleness was short lived.
As Mikasa lifted her head and took a step out her gaze caught on something dangerous- something she wished she wouldn't have noticed. A door was open down the hall, one that she was sure was closed, as were all of them.
Her dark eyes widened slightly but her air of coolness remained. Maybe it was Bert? Or maybe Reiner, even Jean? No need to jump to conclusions, but yet that's what she found herself doing.
Though instead of the previous nerve-wracking thoughts flooding her brain, a feeling of anxiousness existed. Or maybe it was excitement? Some sort of sick bittersweet happiness?.. Lust?
Mikasa stood there for a few moments before realizing she was staring and quickly turned. She walked at a quicker pace but her face was an emotionless mask, as it was by default almost.
She entered the opening, good. Almost there, she'd tell herself until she was only steps away from the stairs.
"Mika," a voice came, causing Mikasa's breath to catch in her throat. It was in a normal tone and the music was still blaring but yet Mikasa could still make it out. Not only was that a childhood nicknamed but.. Also the first thing either of them had said to each other in almost a week. Mikasa knew.. Her mind was a blank and her chest pounded. It was bound to come down to this.
She slowly turned after a couple moments of a tension-filled silence. Annie.. Of course, was standing in the archway between the hallway and the opening. Her blonde hair was messily kept up as though she'd been sleeping or working.. It was difficult to say. The moon also gave her a ghost-like appearance, her skin turning milky under it's light. Her skin? After closer observation Mikasa noted that she adorned a black tank top and gray shorts. Mikasa recalled definitely never seeing Annie without a hooded pullover… Unless they were in the shower of course, but that was besides the point.
Annie was gorgeous.
Mikasa could near feel her heart sink in her chest. Whether it was the alcohol taking over her brain or not, she admired this girl.
Mikasa would've stared a while longer but their gazes locked after some time, as if Annie had been inspecting her as well. Annie's looked slightly puffy, she noted as her shoulders tensed. Annie Leonhardt never cried though.. So maybe she was sick? That had to be it.
Not a moment later Annie's freezing gaze faltered and her entire body turned, followed by her pacing into the darkness of the hallway. Mikasa knew to follow and she quickly began walking as her eyes avoided Annie's back. If Annie didn't want her even near the area, she would at least respect her, even if it did pique her curiosity a bit.
As expected Annie lead her into the opened room, and with every step Mikasa's anxiousness grew. Near instantly as they entered Mikasa was hit with a warm breeze, causing her to glance off towards where she expected the window to be. It was open; no screen or anything but she quickly shifted her gaze. It was a nice feeling at least.
The room was lit up, well kempt and only various posters of soccer stars, bands and famous boxers littered the walls. Typical Annie, who owned a seemingly typical room. Mikasa also noted a trash can filled to the brim with tissues and a box of them on her nightstand. So Annie must be sick.
Mikasa found herself standing idly in the middle of the room as her eyes wandered over the posters. She wasn't sure of what Annie was doing but she wasn't sure if she could meet her gaze again. At least not while she looked like… that. Mikasa's brain flickered back to images of just moments before. The admiration was embarrassing and the thoughts only caused Mikasa to clench her eyes shut for a moment, just as something brushing against her neck caused them to shoot open.
Once more Mikasa met Annie's eyes, causing Mikasa to grow slightly confused. Wasn't that Annie who was touching her neck? Or maybe she was hoping for it to be Annie. Either way, Annie definitely stood close enough by this time.
Slowly Mikasa's gaze lowered and was met with something that was oh-so-familiar- The sight of her red scarf that dangled down her chest. It was awing for Mikasa; Annie had the scarf the entire time? Did she care for Mikasa?
Because now she was sure that she cared for Annie.. Greatly.
When Eren had given her the scarf in the first place Mikasa's family was in a bad place. They were homeless most of the time and she was in Eren's class. After befriending him he was set on helping her. Even though he was a small child at the time he had the will and spirit of any ten men.
At first Eren didn't know what to do exactly, but Mikasa remembers the first thing he did perfectly. It was the scarf. When she'd have to bare the grueling nights with no heat.. There was Eren's scarf. The one he claimed she had to keep when he swore to protect her.. And when she silently swore to protect him. No matter what.
But now Annie.. It gave the scarf entirely new significance for reasons Mikasa couldn't explain; the scarf even smelled like Annie now. All of this only added to Mikasa's previous distraught and conflicted her further.
"You don't look the same without it," Annie claimed in a soft tone, disrupting Mikasa's thoughts as Annie sat on the edge of her bed and stared into the red fabric before going dead silent. Thankfully there was still loud music to void the silence, but Mikasa wasn't sure if it eased the situation or not.
Nevertheless Mikasa took the opportunity to wrap the scarf around her neck, but found herself dumbfounded when trying to figure out what to do next soon after. Perhaps she was meant to leave now? Or thank Annie in some way? How could she even thank her? Well, thanking her was out of the question in the first place; it'd be straight out of character and Mikasa didn't want to feel any weirder than she already did. When accounting for that, was Mikasa meant to leave? Annie didn't appear to look impatient. In fact, she didn't appear to look, well, anything, but Mikasa wondered if this was truly abnormal.
By accident Mikasa caught her gaze, and they remained locked for several moments as Mikasa's arms now hung idly at her sides. She found herself turning as the silence between the two only grew, finding that it'd be for the best if she left, even if she did silently urge to stay.
"Kiss me."
Did Mikasa imagine those words? Was it even Annie who said it? They never communicated such things.. Either way, something was seemingly pulling on her scarf, straining her and forbidding her to move further away.
Her breath caught in her throat once more and she found her heart racing, but she managed to turn back around calmly. Had she been anticipating this? Mikasa didn't know but still found herself moving automatically towards Annie. She didn't care at this point. Whether this was an obsession, admiration, caring or even if she was being manipulated, she only felt herself aching for the touch in this very moment.
Without Annie having to speak another word Mikasa stepped closer, their lips meeting harshly and with haste as she leaned down. Unlike in the locker rooms this kiss was lust-filled and brash, forceful and begging for someone to achieve dominance. Comfort was essentially thrown out the window and was replaced with something more- Hunger.
Their tongues collided within seconds of the kiss being initiated and they clashed repeatedly, fighting for dominance. She tasted of alcohol and nicotine, making it bittersweet but Mikasa knew that wine was heavy on her breath as well. As this happened Mikasa pulled her knees onto Annie's bed kneeling comfortably while straddling Annie's lap, but Annie managed to yank her down closer using her scarf to get a better grip on the kiss.
It wasn't the same as the locker room, no, but Mikasa wasn't sure if this was a bad thing. In fact she wasn't really sure of anything at the time. Her mind was blank and her insides craved to near ravish Annie, and she knew that Annie felt the same to some extent.
Their bodies pressed against and rubbed against one another carelessly, hair was pulled gruffly and muffled moans were exchanged. Their lips remained locked the entire time, neither one wanting to give up the pursuit until the both of them were breathless.
They retracted simultaneously and both panted, but only for a moment. Their lips met again as Mikasa gripped the collar of Annie's shirt, pulling her up brashly as Annie's hands cupped Mikasa's breasts recklessly, causing Mikasa to breathe out a shaky moan.
"Mikasa." The sound of her name was caked with demanding. It was cold, harsh and steely- Just like Annie, but Mikasa found it to be mesmerizing as their kissing intensified. "I'll fuck you into the ground." Mikasa felt Annie's words against her own lips, and Mikasa knew this was meant to be a threat, but it caused her to near tremble as her grip on Annie's collar lessened, her knees feeling like buckling.
This opening allowed Annie to take near full dominance. Her tongue commanded their mouths and she managed to shove Mikasa over and onto her back, despite the weak struggling.
It only took one of Annie's hands to restrain Mikasa's over her head, allowing her to openly violate Mikasa's body. Annie's hand slipped under her shirt, gliding over her smooth stomach before groping at her fabric-covered breasts repeatedly. If she was trying to make Mikasa squeal, it was working. She could hardly contain herself as her eyes clenched shut, her head throwing itself back. She couldn't get Annie's voice out of her head.. The same line echoing in her mind, causing her knees to press tightly against each other out of near sexual frustration.
Collect yourself, Mikasa, she'd tell herself between the consecutive groaning. That is, until her shirt forcefully came off over her head, exposing her black cotton bra. She hesitated. Where were Annie's hands? Could she- Yes, she'd at least try. Annie wasn't allowed to win this so easily.
Mikasa jumped at Annie with all of the power she could muster, and ultimately she believed that she caught the blonde off-guard. Perhaps Annie had thought she completely had her in her grasp, but no, definitely not yet.
They rolled, reversing positions as Annie's bun came out, her blonde hair fanning out over the sheets, but Mikasa wouldn't have to admire it just yet. Mikasa kept a firm knee on Annie's stomach and every so often would press down forcefully to keep her in check.
Mikasa had no issues with taking off Annie's shirt as her mouth hastily grazed over every inch of Annie's neck. Mikasa could tell that she was far more sensitive as she quietly gasped with every small kiss, along with making strained facial expressions every time her hands would near her breasts. It was amusing for Mikasa to watch, but with every sound that Annie uttered Mikasa could feel herself grow more and more hungry for her.
Mikasa could feel the young blonde struggle under her as her hands slowly felt her breasts. It was a sign of weakness- A sign she was losing.
"F-Fuck," Annie gasped out. It was obvious that she was trying to sound bitter but her voice rose on the last syllable as Mikasa pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts and perky light-pink nipples.
Mikasa began feeling them in almost a teasing manner with her constant alternation between her breasts, stomach and neck. Only when Annie put her hands over Mikasa's did she truly understand what this carnal meeting truly meant for Annie.
Annie forced Mikasa's hands down to her own breasts and urged them to move as her breathing grew more labored. Had Annie manipulated her into doing this? And how could Mikasa have not noticed?
"Please." Annie's voice was a near whimper as her grip tightened. "Fuck me." Mikasa's eyes widened slightly, and though she was thrilled by her words it definitely wasn't Annie. Either way though, Mikasa couldn't resist.
They kissed ferociously, Mikasa pulling her knee from Annie's chest so they could press against one another, but this was a mistake.
Annie had Mikasa on her back with her skirt pulled down to her knees within a second flat. A smirk graced her features as she looked down demeaningly at her. Animalism overtook the previous helplessness. How could Mikasa be so stupid?
Annie forced a kiss unto her lips, but this was one that Mikasa couldn't seem to get enough of. Annie's tongue teased her and her lips were graceful yet sultry. If winning didn't mean everything to the two she maybe would have allowed Annie to continue, but-
Mikasa found herself near squealing once more, but on a much higher ratio. Not to mention she was caught off-guard, causing her sounds to come pouring out for a moment. Annie's hand was in her tights.. And in her.. Underwear? Mikasa could feel Annie's fingers delicately running over her slick folds over and over and over again. It was maddening, the way she teased her as they continued to kiss frantically.
Her fingers came closer and closer.. Mikasa near ached as she waited for it. So she lost, okay, but now she wanted to savor it. Savor being Annie's "bitch for the night".
"U-Uh." A voice came from the doorframe. Oh God it was open. Annie froze, her finger so desperately close and Mikasa laid still. Her mind crashed back to reality, her legs trembled and for some reason she was terrified, but not for reasons that may seem obvious.
Despite her mind gaining clarity once more, she didn't want to stop comforting Annie, and if someone knew of it… Well that would certainly be it. It'd be it for them in general.