Prompt: A Kiss on the Lips
A/N: Happy Eremika fluff week! I'm posting this a few hours early since I won't be able to do the prompts for the next two days. Nevertheless, I'll try to do the other prompts. Sorry if this isn't as fluffy as how it should be.
A kiss on the lips means you care. A kiss on the lips bottles up the hopes and nests the dreams. A kiss on the lips means all what you wish to put into words but cannot. A kiss on the lips means you love her.
And when Eren places a soft chaste kiss on Mikasa's lips with all the worldly cares thrown aside, he swears that everything he ever knows dissolves into thin air.
Mikasa is in deep slumber; her lashes flutter against each other like damp thimbleweeds after a rain in the morn. She nuzzles her nose and all in his touch; Eren is in a daze as everything about her makes him lightheaded and overwhelmed. He inches forward to her, closing in the breath and universe of distance. He presses his lips against hers, colliding and crushing like lost stars in the skies. Mikasa stirs and groans as she mumbles something. Eren gets his insides all topsy-turvy as she blinks her eyes open and rubs off the thoughts of her sleep.
"Hey," he whispers as he wraps a hand around her waist and pulls her closer.
"Hi," she smiles, encircling her arms around Eren's neck.
"It's still night. Go back to sleep." He pecks lightly on the tip of her nose.
She snuggles nearer to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Eren strokes her hair with a warm hand. To him, Mikasa is the dull moon-breath on a mid-month. She is the clusters of Cassiopeia in every night and the sun in the blithe of the day.
Mikasa looks up at him, a crinkle of red blotches on her face and a kiss on her battered-up lips. Eren dips his head near to her, pushes his lips against Mikasa's and she kisses back. It is forever-still; of course the vestige of splattered red, the silhouette of a perverted and scarred past, the petrichor of each rain-shower, and a million yesterdays' ghosts are present in the kiss. Eren picks up on the little details, on every shade and hue of stardust in Mikasa's dark eyes, on every crooked and perfect constellation sketched on her palms, on every song the birds beyond the wall has sung. He picks it up like the way he picks up the thousand shards of broken glass. He picks it up in the kiss, in the past kisses of unresolved and ugly nights, and the thousand more kisses they are yet to share.
"I love you," Mikasa whispers through their kiss, a small smile tugging on her lips.
He cups her face as their legs got entangled up against each other. He pushes his forehead against hers, and he gently blows upon her face. And Mikasa laughs the way the maiden in the dark laughs at the stars above her. "I love you too."
He closes all the distance that has come between them; a distance of the moors of the morrow, the pints of dreams that are shattered, all the seas in the world combined, and the whole universe. All with a kiss on the lips.