So, I don't have much of an author's note for this one. Hope you enjoy, hope you review, hope you like/favorite/LOVE it!

I have a little case of writer's block. Ugh. Sorry it took me so long, I usually do one a day.

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Armin stood in his doorway with an innocent look on his face.

"Oh, I should have recognized your voice. I don't know what my problem is lately." Eren lied back down and concentrated on the ceiling. Armin wandered over and sat at the foot of the bed.

"I snagged you a little something from the kitchen. We were only supposed to get one, but I nabbed two. Don't tell anyone or Levi'll tear me a new one." He retrieved two small squares wrapped in a thin piece of tissue paper. Eren took it and his mouth watered at the sight.

"You got chocolate! Fuckin' a! Armin you're the best. I don't know how I ever lived before I met you!"

Armin raised his eyebrows and smirked. He popped the small delicacy in his mouth and savored the taste.

"Mmmm… Oh my god. Armin, I might have to kill someone for another piece." Armin snickered and swallowed the last of it down.

"So, Jean was pissed earlier." Ouch, Armin was ever the blunt one.

"Well, yeah I guess he was. I don't know why. I just wanted to talk to Mikasa and he got all defensive for no reason. Asshole. Now I get to spend god knows how long with him on this trip back to the wall. Ugh." Eren's nose screwed up in distaste and he frowned.

"I think maybe he had a good reason."

"Oh yeah? Enlighten me." Eren's tone was dripping with sarcasm; Armin wouldn't give him the satisfaction of him noticing.

"Well… I heard him say he was jealous."

"Jealous? Jealous of what? I have NOTHING that he doesn't."

"Eren… Are you really that dense?" Armin stifled a chuckle in his throat. Eren was so confused that he just got angry.

"Why can't you ever just tell me what the hell it is I need to know instead of always trying to let me figure it out on my own? Has that really worked so far?" Eren had a point, it really hadn't.

Armin took in a deep breath and let it back out evenly.

"Eren, Mikasa is really hung up on you. She has been ever since I can remember, and you're just so oblivious to it." Eren took a moment to process his suggestion.

"No, you're lying. And crazy." He decided.

Armin smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Then why wouldn't she let you into her room, why did Jean even have to try and keep you out?"

"Well… I… I'm not really sure. I was outside helping the captain dig Petra's grave. I went to go inside when we were done and she was standing in the doorway with this pissed-off look on her face."

"Uh huh." Armin's cogs were turning in his head. "And nothing… Happened that could have maybe upset her?"

"Well… No. I mean, no…" Eren debated telling Armin what had happened. He hadn't spoken of how he felt for Levi to anyone yet; although, that was no reason for her to be angry with him. He took a deep breath and decided to let some weight off of his chest. It didn't come easy for Eren to bare himself like this, his breath hitched and his eyes stung with fresh tears. "I had… Hugged Levi. He was really upset about Petra and I tried to comfort him.-" He cut himself off and pressed his hands tightly to his eyes. His voice trembled on, "It was just a hug…" Eren had the scene painted in his mind. Maybe it wasn't just a hug.

"Mmhmm. I see. Eren… If you need to tell me something, I'm here for you, just like I always have been. Do you… Feel something for The Captain?" Armin gripped Eren's hands softly in his and pulled them down from his eyes. Eren slowly pried his eyes open to look at him. His eyes were glazed with tears, and Armin's were soft and understanding.

Eren looked away. "I… I don't know. I don't think I'm… Gay." Even the word was hard for him to say. "I mean, I never looked at another guy with like that… I don't know. He's the only one." Eren didn't make much sense, but Armin dug the meaning out of his rambling.

"I mean, the only thing you can do is tell him Eren. Do you think he…?" He paused and tried to express what was on his mind with his hands, but the meaning didn't come clear enough for Eren. "Do you think he could… You know… Ever feel the same way, I mean?"

"Armin. There's no use talking about it, he broke away from me, and he just walked away. He didn't even look over his shoulder. There's no way in hell."

"Maybe he's having difficulty coming to terms with it; maybe he feels the same way you do."

Eren considered this. He tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Anyhow, you should tell Mikasa how you feel. Because whether you believe me or not, she really cares about you. I think that… Maybe Jean could make her happy. I know he likes her, but she could never let it happen if she was holding out for you. As it turns out, she waited all this time for no reason. She feels obligated to you Eren. You have to let her know she doesn't have to be."

Eren sighed a heavy sigh. He knew Armin was right, he usually was.

"I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. Hopefully when we get there we can bring some of the guys we graduated with back with us. It would be great if Reiner or Connie could come back with us. I already miss those guys." Eren tried to change the subject to Armin's dismay.

Armin pursed his lips and didn't respond.

"Armin… Thank you for… You know." Armin smiled at Eren and winked.

"You're my best friend Eren, you thought I didn't know? I'm telling you, you need to talk to her. I've got to get back to the lab with Hanji, I'll see you later." With that, he stood and turned to leave.

Eren took a few deep breaths and decided he needed to tell her.

"Here goes fuckin' nothing." He said to himself as he approached his door.

….

Sasha was bobbing and weaving what could have been very painful blows from Dita.

"Honey, I know you may be a little confused as to why today we're going through hand-to-hand combat techniques, but titans aren't the only threat out there… You'd be surprised how soon your first real fight will come to you after joining the scouts. Mine probably took two hours, although that may have been my fault. I was a little belligerent, ha ha!" He said to her and continued throwing quick, hard jabs.

Her forehead was beginning to drip the sweat she worked up. Dita took a hard swing at her and lost his footing. She saw her window and landed a solid kick behind his kneecap, sending him to his knees. She stood in front of him panting, with her hand against his neck as a symbol of her win.

He smiled with pride and she held her other hand out to help him to his feet.

He took her by surprise and pulled her back down toward the ground with some type of martial arts throw. He quickly spun himself around and caught her by the small of her back with a strong arm. Her heart stopped for a split second at the warmth of his body.

"Never let your guard down around an opponent, honey." He said sweetly and pushed his arm against her back, pulling her back steady to her feet.

She smiled and stepped back.

"Want to get a little 3dmg practice? Levi hasn't seen anything since this morning." He jabbed a thumb back toward the castle. She looked up at the crow's nest and saw The Captain perched atop.

"Umm… Sure." She successfully hid her fear and followed her Squad Leader to the equipment shed to get geared up.

Dita made quick work of the contraption and had his strapped on with a few fast clips and snaps. Sasha, on the other hand, had always had difficulty getting her straps tightened just perfect, and often confused the straps and crossed them.

To her surprise, Dita wrapped his hands around her upper thigh and buttoned a strap she was having peculiar difficulty with.

"The way I try and remember which wraps around your thigh as opposed to your calf is this teeny, tiny black line along the end of the strap. This one goes up here." He said, and showed her what he was talking about as he spoke.

She could feel her face flushing and tried to change the channel in her mind, only a tad too late. Dita looked up at her from his squatting position and looked embarrassed. He jumped to his feet and threw his hands up in defense.

"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't realize I was… I apologize Ms. Braus, that was inappropriate of me!" He was a shade of crimson himself; he bowed his head and continued blathering apologies.

"I'll be more aware of my hand placement Ms. Braus, I apologize again! Umm, let's head out." He turned to leave the shed and she caught him by the wrist. He turned around and his eyes widened at what he saw. She had completely released the snaps and clips in mere seconds and her lips were pulled into a sultry curve.

"It's okay… I'm not embarrassed Corporal Ness."

"I… I'm glad." He managed to stammer out. "Do you need some more help putting your gear on?"

"Oh, yeah… I mixed these two straps up and the whole thing just slid right off."

Dita knelt beside her and picked up her lump of mismatched belts with trembling hands.

"Well, you start with the calf then work your way up. This thinner ones go right around here." He worked quickly and quietly up her calf. "Then, the belt around your waist right here, it connects to the ones that go around…" He gulped audibly. "Your thigh here…" She couldn't hide the smile that crept across her lips.

His fingers stopped working and he placed his hands around the backs of her thighs.

"Sasha…."

She pressed her hips against his face and pulled his bandana off the back of his head. She had never noticed it before; he had very short dark blonde hair. He planted a kiss on her right hip.

"This is wrong… I can't do this. You're basically my student. That makes me a disgusting old man." He said quietly into her hip.

Sasha ran her hands against the back of his head, ruffling his hair.

"It's only wrong if someone finds out…" She trailed off and undid the belt around her waist Dita had just strapped. He looked up at her with an astonished look on his face.

His shaking hands came around from her back side and he undid the top button to her uniform pants. Sasha's breathing hitched as she felt the heat coming from his hands against her waist. He stopped suddenly and looked ashamed.

"You should be off with some young man your own age. I'm way too old to… Be with such a beautiful young woman." Sasha smiled a sincere smile and pulled the band from her ponytail, letting her dark tresses cascade down around her shoulders.

"Corporal, I'm tired of boys. I need a man now." Dita stood and gulped down the lump in his throat.

"Sasha… I haven't been with a woman since my wife was killed by titans three years ago. I… I don't know if I can do this." Sasha's eyes softened at this and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her.

"There's nothing I can say right now to try and comfort you… But I think she would want you… To be happy." Dita lowered his hands to her hips and he pulled away from her enough to look into her eyes.

"Forgive me." He said and pressed his lips hard into hers. He tangled his fingers in her chestnut hair and pulled gently. His hands began wandering and found their way under her shirt. He kneaded her chest through her bra and she moaned softly into his mouth.

Her tongue traced along his bottom lip and he parted them. She sank inside his mouth and started work on the buttons to his shirt. She pulled his shirt apart, revealing a toned, hard chest and abs with light blonde hair trailing down his stomach and into his pants. She couldn't help but run her hands down from his neck, across his solid chest and stomach down to the button she so desperately wanted to undo.

He broke their kiss and gripped her hands in his after she released the snap. With bated breath, he closed his eyes and searched for the words that were escaping him.

"Are you sure?" Was all he could muster.

Sasha nodded and brushed some free hairs behind her ear. She wiggled her pants off. She stuck her thumbs underneath the fabric of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Dita stood there in shock for a few moments, staring at the small patch of hair above her clit, the tiny gap between her thighs, her soft lips practically begging him to touch them. Dita took the green light and placed his hands just beneath her ass, above her thighs. He swiftly picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him.

He placed her gently on a nearby equipment bench. He placed his hands on the insides of her thighs and pressed them open, allowing him a full view. He lovingly stroked her opening and pressed a single finger inside. It was tight and warm like he had imagined. She moaned softly and placed her hands on either side of his face.

He returned his gaze to his eyes and took a deep breath to try and gain some control over his breathing.

"I'm ready for you Dita." She said softly and tugged at the waist of his trousers. He nodded and she continued what she was doing before. She unzipped and pulled his pants down over his hips, they fell with a soft rustle to his ankles. She hooked her thumbs under the waist of his boxer shorts and tugged them down as well. What lied in wait in his pants made her gasp. He in his full glory was revealed to her. Soft tufts of blonde hair surrounded his member. He was long, thick and hard in her small hand. He was quite larger than she had imagined, he must have at least been the length of her forearm.

She grasped him in her hands, which produced a low growl from his throat. She stroked up and down his length and gazed into his eyes. She directed him to her entrance and she took a deep breath.

"I'm ready." She spoke softly into his ear and he heeded her order. He placed himself at her entrance and pressed gently against her. Her eyes closed at the feeling of him easing himself against her, almost penetrating her surface. She gasped as he pressed harder into her, finally slipping past her lips. He swallowed hard and pressed harder into her. Then, something inside her made him stop; a barrier that shouldn't be there. A tight, tight obstruction that he would have to shove himself passed. His eyes widened and he pulled away from her to look her in the eyes.

"Sasha… Are you a virgin?" He asked, his tone teeming with concern. She looked away and nodded. Her face and neck turned a pink blush.

He took another deep breath and looked up to the ceiling, asking for guidance from someone that was nowhere to be found.

"Please, it's okay. Really." She tried to convince him.

"I'm sorry Sasha… This will hurt." She gave him a nod and closed her eyes. He placed his hands as low as he could get them on her back in her sitting position and gripped tightly. He pushed himself into her, passed her barrier. When he felt that he had broken skin, she let a cry out and clamped her eyes shut to stifle her tears. Her hands flew to his neck and she held onto him for dear life. He continued to force himself in until he was buried against her to his hilt.

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks now. He tapped his forehead to hers. He let her get used to his size before he started a slow, steady, and deep rhythm.

With every small thrust she let small mews of pleasure escape her lips. He leaned in and she accepted his kiss.

"Sasha, thank you for this gift; I will always cherish it." He whispered into the nape of her neck. She was crying now, and he wiped away the streams dripping down her cheeks.

"I promise you, this will be the only time it will ever hurt with me. I swear to you." She nodded, and then hooked her arms under his. She planted her face against his chest and dug her nails into his back to try and ease her own pain.

He began pulling out further, and pushing in harder. The sensation he gave her was almost too much for her virgin body to handle.

"Ah… ah… Sasha I'm going to…" He said softly into the nape of her neck as he pumped into her.

"Inside… Please." She said back to him.

In the back of his head he knew this was a terrible idea but he allowed himself to follow her instruction. He pumped faster and harder into her now. Her small moans turned into feverish gasps and pants as he burrowed deeper into her canal.

"Dita I… I…" She cut herself off before she said something stupid to him. 'This is sex, not love. There is a difference.' She thought to herself. With each push into her she felt herself nearing an explosion she had only dreamt of before.

He pushed one final, shattering thrust into her pelvis and she felt herself break away right along with him.

"Dita!" She screamed his name and grasped the back of his head as she felt a fire deep inside of her ignite and detonate all at once. The sensation left her gasping for air and her legs trembling around his hips. He sighed a hot breath in the nape of her neck. He kissed the back of her ear softly and pulled away and out of her. As he did, a stream of hot white cream came with him and dripped down her soft thighs. She placed a hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss.

….

Eren paused outside of Mikasa's door and hesitated as he brought up his fist to rap on the wood. He decided to just talk to her.

"Mikasa? It's me. Is your door open? Do you mind if I come in?" No response. He took that as at least not a no. He pressed on her door until it cracked open.

He looked at her, lying on her bed on top of the blanket and with her back to the door.

"Hey, hope you don't mind I let myself in. I need to talk to you sis." He walked slowly to her bed, just waiting for something to go whizzing by his head. It was a good thing the only items within arm's reach to her were pillows or blankets.

He decided that she might need her space when he said what he came to say, so he opted for a seat in her desk chair.

"I already know what you're going to say." She said without lifting her head off of her pillow.

Eren raised his eyebrows and she continued to talk.

"Let me just say something first. Maybe I don't love you. Maybe I just thought it was the next natural step for us- to be together. Of course I love you though. It would be too easy a life for us though, right?"

Eren thought of what next to say, but no words seemed to come to him.

"It's fine Eren, you don't have to give me some big spiel, I finally understand now. I just don't know how I didn't see it before. I should have known." They sat in silence for a few moments. Her suggestion drifted around the room and sunk into Eren.

"Now… What the hell were you doing with Captain Levi earlier?" She rolled over and faced him; Eren was more than relieved to see a small smile creeping across her lips.

"He was digging a grave for Petra. He would never let on or tell anyone, but her death devastated him. I just told him I would be here for him if he needed someone, and he told me to basically fuck off." Eren played the scene in his head and made sure to remember things for exactly what they were.

"I see… I think maybe he's afraid of caring for someone. You'll just have to wear him down Eren; no one could resist your charm with a little effort." She sat up and patted the spot next to her on her bed. He moved and sat next to her.

"Maybe you're right, or maybe you're bat-shit crazy." He decided and let out a chuckle.

Things would never be the same between them after this, but maybe they could be better.

"Your turn now, why was Jean ready to try and beat me up earlier!?"

"Jean is infatuated with me. I think he was jealous of you."

Eren sneered and scrunched his face up with distaste. "So the great Kirschtein has a thing for my sister. Who'da thunk it. Well, how do you feel?" Eren was almost flabbergasted when a small smile broke out on her face.

"I'm not so sure yet… You two have to leave in the morning for the wall, don't you?"

"Yeah, a once in a lifetime opportunity right there."

"I want you to promise me you'll be nice to each other."

"I… What!? There's no way he's going to even try and be cordial to me!"

"Then I want you to be the bigger person and be nice to him."

"You.. You're crazy! There's no way!"

"If you care about me in any way, you will."

Eren's eyes softened and he thought for a moment about that. "Of… Of course I do, I love you. You're my sister, you're all I have."

"Then listen to me. I want you all to get along. If you can't, then I'll just have to find someone else."

Eren sighed, defeated. "So you do like him?"

"I think I may." She said softly.

"Then I'll do it for you." Eren glanced out the window and saw that all the light had faded from the sky. "I guess I'd better go get a bite to eat and head to bed. 'Be ready at first light' and all. Ugh… Soooo looking forward to this. Night, sis." He said and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

'Ugh… Be the bigger man huh? I'll have to grow a foot or two in my sleep by morning, then.' He thought and headed to the kitchen.

You made it to the end of another chapter! Sorry, I had a little bit of writer's block going on. Hope you like this chapter.

Tell me what you think about Sasha and Dita, I wasn't so sure about their pairing when I first thought it up but now I'm pretty much in love with it. It's like a student/teacher/older-man-deflowering-a-young-lady type of thing.

I'm basically in love with it.

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