104 Stories of the 104th
A/N: Hey everyone. I had a really…emotional night, the night I wrote this so I thought writing a short little drabble over one of my favorite ships would make me feel better. No planning, no prompt, improv writing…hopefully it doesn't suck. The first request will be posted on Sunday, you know who you are. Sorry. I know I already wrote about them…Love you guys.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. They are Isayama's beautiful characters.
'Words'= Thoughts
"Words"= Speech
-Auric
Chapter 4: Uncertainty
Ship: Eremika (I know I wrote about them earlier...sorry)
Rating: T with some suggestive themes. This is five years post-war, they're roughly 25-28ish. Mikasa PoV.
The bare skin of our bodies grazed each other, creating a feeling of uncertainty and hesitation of whether or not one of us was asleep. We lay quiet, waiting for a sound, but all that is heard is the occasional chirp of crickets and other small night life outside our window. If I listened real closely I could hear our even, majestic breathing labored slightly with the soreness of a hard day at work and the pain of knowing that it will be there tomorrow. Running a farm outside of the walls was a difficult task. Even thought to be insane with only two people, but we managed. We proved them wrong. But for tonight, none of that mattered, for I am lost in the sheets of our bed and protected by the warmth of his body. It was I, now that the war was over, that needed protection. I didn't mind the switch. But only from him would I accept it. Any other would have done it wrong. Not known how to read me, because of my stoic outer shell. He did it right though. Read me like a book, saw through the clouds of confusion I put around my true feelings as if he had a telescope. It broke my heart and brought it all back together knowing that he was the only one that could. The other four who had ever made me feel as protected were all gone. My father. My mother. His mother. His father. I loved and cared for others. But never wanted them to protect, nurture, or care for me on the same levels my Eren did.
His lips brushed the back of my neck, not quite forming a kiss, but just enough for a rhythmic, electrifying pulse to creep down my spine and throughout the rest of my body. One hand curled between mine, while the other ran along the curves of my torso, feeling as though he never touch me again. My body curved perfectly to his, matching in shape as a complex puzzle piece would with another. Our hearts danced together, his would lead and mine would follow, and I listened with a smile as their harmonic beauty could not be matched by anything, besides those green, beautiful eye of his. Each beat, a new note and soon they began to sing. I found myself oddly intoxicated by this and quietly began humming to its sweet addictive tune. Realizing I was awake, he leaned over and kissed up my neck, to my jaw line, and finally found my lips that so eagerly lusted for his. He was pure ecstasy. A symphony could not capture the beauty of his voice, the sun could not compare to brightness that was his soul, and the ocean could not compete with the vast size of his love for me. He was my addiction, and I his number one and only addict. Together we have a deep, loving, lustful passion only satisfied by the deep desire supplied by the other. It was nice to lay there, entangled with him, not doing anything else. But then the babies began to cry.
"Eren…" I say sleepily. He already knows what I'm going to ask.
"I'll go," Eren said chuckling as he rose from the bed. He tiptoed into the hall and returned moments later with little Carla in his arms, whispering sweet nothings to her as he rocked her back and forth. She had my charcoal eyes, but his brown messy hair. She was blessed with his smile though. The one that could melt me into nothing, but a puddle on the ground.
"I love you," I whisper barely loud enough for him to hear.
The moon light shines in our room through the window, and lights up his face, presenting his beautiful grin of his. He shuffles over to our bed and lowers Carla into my arms. She's fast asleep. He then climbs over us and lays on his side facing me. Finally he loops his arm around my waist and whispers, barely more than a breath. "I'll always love you, Mikasa".
A/N: I…I don't know, man. This kind of just…happened. My fingers have minds of their own sometimes. Thank you for reading…really. It means a lot more than you think. Please send requests. Until next time…
-Auric