I Like You Here

Based off the au post, 'finding each other's names on a Coke bottle;' Eren and Mikasa spend a day together after Armin insists, a day that doesn't end how either of them ever imagined.

Word count: 5,411 [ M ]

A/N: I can totally explain the jump in rating I totaLLY CAN

The plastic of the bottle chilled his fingers as Eren reached for one of the Cokes, eagerly spinning it around to see the name printed on the back while Armin took one of his own and shut the door to the store fridge. He hoped it wasn't one of the generic ones, like Soulmate or Best Friend, he needed a cool bottle to rival Ymir's find of her own fucking name.

"What did you get?" Armin asked as they began to walk to the checkout counter.

"John." Eren said, rolling his eyes. "Sounds too much like Jean. I might need to burn it."

"Maybe you should share it with Jean," Armin suggested, laughing at Eren's disgusted look. "Don't switch it out for another one."

"Whatever." He wouldn't switch his bottle, that was no fun. Plus the only time he'd ever seen anyone put the bottle back had been when Reiner had been determined to find Annie's name, and had gone through almost thirty Cokes. They walked a bit slower, looking for a checkout that wasn't completely swamped with shoppers with carts piled way too high. With the holidays coming up soon, everyone was shopping for food and gifts, and the stores had been madhouses for the past few weeks. Finally, they stopped in the shortest line, but they were still behind a young couple with a babbling baby and an overflowing cart. "What name did you get?"

"Mikasa." Armin said slowly, as if testing the name on his tongue. He repeated it a few more times until it rolled almost naturally past his lips, turning his Coke to show Eren.

Eren scowled, brushing his finger across the small candies littering the check out. "What kind of a name is Mikasa?" He grumbled, (okay he was a bit peeved that Armin got a unique bottle when his was a boring John), as the line moved forward and he took Armin's Coke to pay for them. "It sounds like the spanish phrase for 'my house'."

"I applaud your originality."

"It's my name," a quiet voice said behind them, and Eren whirled to face a girl with pretty black hair and even prettier eyes, who looked about his age and was holding a bottle of her own. Maybe she had a bet with her friends, or she was just thirsty, or wanted to find the strangest name she could, or maybe she was giving him a concerned look because Eren realized his mouth was hanging open.

After the silence had stretched for a few more seconds, Eren leaned close to Armin, placing his hand at his mouth in an attempt to guard his next words. "So much prettier than a house." He must not have done a very good job, though, since the girl, Mikasa, blushed slightly and pointed to the cashier. Eren turned again, this time to see the cashier staring at him as she repeated his total for a third, (fourth?), time. He quickly fished a few bills from his pocket, but before he handed them to the cashier he hooked his thumb back towards Mikasa. "I'll pay for hers, too."

The cashier looked magnificently unimpressed, reaching for Mikasa's Coke. "You don't have to-" Mikasa began, but Eren insisted quietly, and she relented. Afterwards, they stood at the end of the conveyor, an awkward silence settling over the three of them and Eren should just walk away, but he was didn't-

"What name's on your bottle?"

Mikasa looked a bit startled at Eren's question, but she recovered quickly, glancing down at the bottle. "Erin," she said slowly, nearly making him jump. "It's not spelled how I imagined, though. I knew an Erin in high school, and she didn't spell it like this."

Armin leaned over, eyeing Mikasa's Coke before pulling back with a laugh. "Eren," he corrected. "A little different from Erin."

"Do you know an Eren?"

"I'm with him right now."

Mikasa looked over to him, surprise flashing in her eyes, or maybe that was the pale afternoon light painting a thousand jewels into her gaze. "Oh," she said quietly.

Armin reached for Eren's Coke, quickly replacing it with his own. "Okay, you two, go have fun." "Armin, what the fuck?" Eren asked, grabbing for his old bottle back, but Armin held it at bay.

"Yours says to share with 'Mikasa,' and yours," Armin turned to face Mikasa, pointing between the two of them eagerly. "Says to share with 'Eren,' so go share." He left without another word, flashing Eren a quick thumbs up before disappearing in the masses in the parking lot.

"Bastard," Eren muttered, training his eyes on the script printed before him.

It was Mikasa that broke the long, but not entirely awkward, silence. "Do you want to get coffee?" Eren held up his bottle weakly, and a small flush spread across her cheeks. They already had drinks. "Ah, right. How about the park then? Something tells me your friend won't let you back home until you spend time with me."

"No, he definitely wouldn't," Eren agreed as they left the store and began to make their way to a park a few blocks down. "Not that spending time with you would be terrible," he said, the words rushing when he realized that Mikasa could have been fucking offended by Armin forcing them together, but she laughed quietly, the sound inexplicably putting him at ease. It was too cold to stay out for long, but Eren figured they weren't going to spend hours in a park, enduring the frigid wind as they drank.

Turns out, that's almost exactly what they did.

Their drinks stood abandoned by the bench they sat on, unopened hours later as Eren turned to face Mikasa on the bench, her cheeks flushed a bright red from the wind and her hands completely swallowed by the sleeves of his jacket. (He'd insisted, she'd refused, but hadn't protested when he threw it over her shoulders.)

Eren propped his foot onto the bench, throwing his arm over it lazily. He was glad he'd worn a sweater. "You're not kidding?" He asked, snorting loudly when Mikasa shook her head.

"Nope. Annie got into a bar fight with Governor Reiss. She's kind of banned from that bar now, though."

"But the real question is, did he try to fight back?"

Mikasa laughed, the sound nearly taking his breath away. "He didn't have a chance. Annie's one of the strongest people I know, and when she's drunk she loses some inhibitions, and she knocked him out before he could blink. His daughter convinced him not to file a suit."

Eren made a face. "I didn't know Reiss had a daughter."

She shrugged, leaning forward to pluck a leaf from the ground. "Neither did we."

"Ah."

Mikasa picked lightly at the leaf as a silence settled over them, letting the little leaf bits drop into the wind to be carried away. They'd already been out here for hours, Eren couldn't even feel his ass anymore, and he knew Armin would let him back into their apartment now, but he couldn't bring himself to leave, to excuse himself and part ways from Mikasa. He wanted to know more about her, to spend more time with her. He could just ask her to dinner, or something, but fuck, what if she had just been doing this to appease Eren's strange friend?

"So," Eren blurted, and her eyes flashed up to his. "You're from California originally, right?" Mikasa nodded. "Must have been really weird moving to New York."

"It was," she agreed, dropping the disfigured leaf. "I'm still not used to the cold," her smile was a bit sheepish as she lifted her hands, his jacket sleeves flopping against her wrists. "But I do love it. The colors are all beautiful, and my school is excellent, so it was worth the move. What about you?"

"I've lived here my entire life. My parents are actually only a few hours away, but Armin and I decided we wanted our own place when we started college." Okay, now Eren was really, really cold. For someone who said she hated the cold, Mikasa looked almost unperturbed by the stinging rain- wait, rain?

He held his hand out, and a few drops of icy rain struck his palm before the skies truly opened up and the rain began to fall in earnest, soaking the asphalt, and worse, them.

"Shit," Mikasa took the word right out of his mouth. She popped the hood of his jacket, bunching her hair beneath as the water dampened their clothing.

Eren took the forgotten Cokes into his hand before reaching out for her hand. She took it without question. "My apartment's a couple blocks away," he told her, surprised that he needed to shout over the sound of the thunder. "Where-?"

"Half hour walk," she interrupted, her nose twisting as stray drops dripped from her forehead.

He nodded, tugging on her hand gently to start them. "You can wait out the storm at my place." His hair was starting to stick to his forehead and fall messily into his eyes, but with one hand full of soda and the other holding tight to Mikasa's, he wasn't able to brush it away. At least he knew the way home by heart.

"Eren, you really don't have to-"

"I'm not going to make you walk home in the damn rain, Mikasa." He glanced over his shoulder to see her nose scrunched up again, the small droplets racing down her cheeks, and she nodded as she matched his stride and then encouraged him into a run, still holding tight to his hand as she completely outran him.

She held the drinks for him as he fumbled at the door, looking for his keys. He was thankful for the tiny awning over the front step because they may not have been shielded from the wind, but at least the rain wasn't drenching them at full force anymore. Finally, Eren remembered he kept his keys in his jacket pocket, and he turned to her, her hair matted against her face and her nose nearly burrowed into the collar of the jacket. He mumbled about needing his keys before reaching into the breast pocket, noticing the way Mikasa kept very, very still even after he pulled away.

He let Mikasa in first as soon as the door was unlocked, a sudden fear nearly making him drop his keys. He barely knew her and he'd just dragged Mikasa to his home! Her roommates could be worried sick, fuck she could think he was a murderer- maybe she was a murderer! Armin told him he never thought things through, but letting her get sick walking home? Yeah, right.

Looking up, he saw her standing a bit uncertainly in the hall, raising the bottles with a small smile. "Right," Eren said, pushing the thoughts from his mind. "Here," he took the Cokes, putting them onto a counter and reached for her jacket before stopping himself. "I'll get you a change of clothes if you want to go dry off in the bathroom."

"Okay." He pointed her down a different, shorter hallway, her socks squishing against the hardwood. Eren dug through his clothes for a few minutes, grateful that Armin had recently convinced him to do his laundry, bunching up a pair of sweatpants and his old soccer sweatshirt before changing into something else himself. He knocked quietly on the bathroom door, passing Mikasa the clothes once she'd cracked open the door.

"They might be a little big," Eren admitted.

"It's fine, thank you Eren."

Eren got to work lighting the fireplace beneath the TV, just producing a spark when his phone beeped with a voicemail. He frowned, listening to it as he poked at the small flame. It was a delayed message from Armin, letting Eren know that he was hanging out with Jean, Marco, and Sasha that night, and wasn't sure when he'd be back. Well, that took away Armin's wisecracks if the blond found Mikasa over at their apartment. Eren continued to tend to the blooming fire until a proper flame was licking away at the wood before placing the screen in front of it, wiping his dirty hands on his jeans when he saw Mikasa round the corner into the living room, running a towel through her hair. She'd rolled the sweatpants a few times, the cuffs still dragging across the floor, but the sweatshirt fit her well enough.

She held the towel away from her head slightly. "Where-?"

"Uh, on the chair's fine." She dropped it onto one of the barstools before taking a seat on the couch, curling her legs beneath her as Eren hastily played whatever movie was still in the DVD player. He could still hear the thunder and the rain pouring outside, rattling the windows with no sign of stopping. Mikasa leaned her head against the back of the couch, her cheeks still a bit flushed from all of their time in the cold. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"I'm kind of hungry," she said after a minute, glancing over at him and Eren realized that he'd hijacked her for most of the day, they'd been together for hours and he hadn't once thought that she needed to eat.

"Right, fuck, sorry," Eren jogged into the small kitchen, trying to find something to make or re-heat for Mikasa.

She followed him to the doorway. "It's okay, Eren. I can always wait until I get home, or we can order something."

Order, that's right, he and Armin had ordered out last night. "Actually," he trailed off, digging through the fridge. When the fuck had Armin bought fifteen cupcakes? Eren found what he was looking for, dragging the take-out boxes from the fridge. "Leftover Chinese sound okay?"

"Perfect," Mikasa laughed, helping him to spoon everything out onto two plates, grabbing their forgotten cokes for their drinks.

They relocated back to the couch, sitting pretty close in order to pick off of each other's plates. The previews for the movie were just about to end, the music swelling around them as the screen faded from black. Mikasa eyed a piece of chicken and he laughed quietly. "Ah, Armin really likes spicy things," he explained, picking a piece of beef from her plate. "Sorry-"

"It's okay," she bit into the chicken, barely batting an eye at what made Eren need to down half a glass of water.

"You're crazy."

"I'm sure I'll find a rebuttal for that eventually." She turned to the TV, guarding her plate from him when he tried to take more of her Lo Mein and ignoring his indignant cry and subsequent pout. She was good; even Jean gave up on him when he pouted. "Phantom Menace?" Mikasa asked around a mouthful of chicken, arching her eyebrows.

"If you don't like it, I can put something else on," he offered, unsure whether to feel offended yet. He knew the prequels weren't as popular as the originals, Jean had told him several times he was fucked up for liking Phantom Menace the most, but he'd change it for her. Probably.

Mikasa shook her head, finally relenting her plate to his fork, her lips curling slightly at his triumphant shout. "It's one of my favorites."

Eren nearly choked on his food. "Really? Mine too!"

About halfway through the movie, Eren learned that she wasn't joking about liking it. She quoted as many lines as he did, but she did whack the back of his head when he got too into some scenes and cursed off the characters. He was too distracted by a fight scene to notice Mikasa picking away at the last of his not spicy chicken, popping the last piece into her mouth with a tiny smirk when he finally saw her. He rolled his eyes, reaching for her plate but she stopped him, offering to take them to the kitchen herself.

"Hey, Mikasa," Eren began when she re-entered the room, dragging his eyes away from the screen to ask if she wanted anything else, and the rain wasn't falling as hard against the house anymore, so he figured it would be safe to order or… catch a bus if she wanted to, but the sesame seeds and drop of sauce on her cheek distracted him, and he spoke without thinking. "C'mere."

She gave him a look, but complied, crouching down before him on the couch. He sat forward, dragging his thumb along her cheekbone, tracing over her bottom lip, and then down to her jaw, cradling it gently, her fair skin surprisingly warm against his fingers. He looked up slowly, his movements almost muddled as he caught her curious gaze, the trademark Star Wars theme playing behind them, something warm curling into his chest.

"Mikasa…" Her breathing faltered, eyes boring into his as she leaned into his touch. The firelight cast a strange glow around them, he should really put it out lest Armin scold him for wasting wood, the color disappearing from her dark eyes in the shadow of the light, his thumb so close to her lip again, his face a breath away from hers.

Mikasa closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his gently, as if nervous for how he'd react. Her mouth moved slowly against his, her eyes watching for any reaction, pulling away when he froze, too stunned to respond.

"I'm sorry," she breathed, sending shivers down his spine. "I'm sorry, I should go-"

Eren slid his hands up to properly cup her face, pulling her mouth back to his and swallowing her tiny noise of surprise as he tugged her closer. She was stiff for a moment, a tiny wave of panic washing over him and he nearly pulled away until he felt her relax into his hold, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt as she kissed him back. He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips and she parted them with a little gasp that did funny things to Eren's chest as he traced her tongue with his, grinning into the kiss.

They didn't stay that way for long, though, as Mikasa broke the kiss to trace her lips across his jaw and down his throat, forcing a strangled groan as she pushed herself into his lap, settling her legs on either side of him, the weight of her hips against his taking his breath away, as she worked to remove his shirt. Mikasa dropped it somewhere on the floor, and then her mouth was back on his, biting, sucking and nipping as she ran her fingers over his chest, scorching him with her touch.

"Fuck," he gasped, breaking away from her as she dug her nails into his sides. Eren nearly cursed himself for lending her a sweatshirt, a normal tee would have been fine and a lot fucking easier to pull off, but finally he got Mikasa's head through, her hair brushing his skin as she took the opportunity to litter his chest with kisses.

Eren dropped his hands to her thighs, running his hands down to her calves and hooking them more securely around his waist before twisting to press her back into the couch, draping himself over her. It was a bit awkward on the cramped couch; he had to prop one arm against the back of it and he'd accidentally pushed his leg directly against her arousal, but any thoughts of discomfort disappeared at her drawn-out moan.

"Eren," he felt Mikasa's hands at the waistband of his jeans, her fingers fumbling with the button. He grinned into the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses to the underside of her jaw, and Mikasa seemed to forget all about his pants as her hands reached up to grip his hair, tugging slightly when he bit at her collarbone.

Mikasa used her hold on his hair to direct his mouth down to her chest. He ran his hands over her sides and up her back, feeling delighted at the way she shivered against him, until he reached the clasp of her bra, quickly tugging it off and letting it fall to join the growing pile of clothes on his floor before running his tongue between her breasts, rolling a nipple between his teeth and Mikasa arched against him, his name escaping her lips in breathy pants. He continued, taking care to kiss and nip at every part of her exposed skin, spending extra time exploring the dips of her impressively toned stomach. Her other hand moved from where it grasped his arm to cup his neck, holding him tightly as he bit at her hip.

She cursed quietly so Eren did it again, running his tongue over the spot before mouthing at it, hard enough to have her arching against him again, Mikasa's nails dragging down his neck and eliciting a noise from him, not quite a moan, but definitely not a purr, that even he was surprised to hear.

Mikasa laughed sharply, her hands dropping to cover her mouth as Eren pulled away with a roll of his eyes. She was lucky her laugh was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever heard. "I'm sorry," she gasped around giggles. "I-" Eren sat back, watching her fight for composure for a few minutes before her breathing calmed, and she reached for his hands. "It was cute."

"Shut up," Eren groaned, fighting a smile as he dipped his mouth back to hers, feeling her grin against his lips. He'd let go of her hands in order to hold himself above her, and he trailed one hand down her stomach before dropping his fingers below the waistband of her sweatpants. She broke the kiss with a loud gasp, throwing her head back as he stroked her through her underwear.

He could feel himself straining against his jeans, desperate to finally be joined with her, but he'd be damned if he wasn't sure she was prepared. Still, Eren found himself rolling his hips against her leg as he nudged her underwear aside to press his finger into her, her nails raking down his back in response, the sharp pain thrilling him.

"Eren-" Mikasa moaned loudly as he pushed another finger into her, the dying fire reflecting flecks of gold and red into her dark eyes. He worked a third finger inter her, his own need rising as he dropped his mouth to her neck again, tracing his lips across her jaw as he slowed his fingers, earning a high-pitched whine from Mikasa. Eren ran his tongue over the shell of her ear and to the skin behind it, biting harshly- and Mikasa cried out, grinding against his hand as if in a frenzy.

He pulled back, smirking broadly at the way her cheeks flushed a bright red. She tried to tuck her face against the couch cushions, but Eren still had his fingers curled into her, his arm caging her in. Finally, Mikasa spoke. "Oh shut up, you purred like a damn cat when I touched your neck."

"It was cute," Eren echoed, laughing quietly.

"Just-" Mikasa huffed, circling her hips to try and make him move again. Her fingers dropped to his pants again, finally snapping the button open and running her fingers along his length. "Just take your pants off."

He did, working with Mikasa to finally slip his jeans and boxers off, and then he pulled her sweats and soaked underwear down, moving his fingers inside her again. Eren lined his hips up to hers, but her hand on his wrist stopped him.

"Wait, Eren-"

"Fuck, I'm sorry." She'd changed her mind. Fuck, she hadn't wanted this at all- "I'll-"

Mikasa rolled her eyes; she must have noticed his change in demeanor immediately. "Condom."

"What?"

"Do you have a condom?"

"Holy shit." Mikasa laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Yeah, fuck, yeah let me go get one." He was such an idiot. He nearly ran to his bedroom to dig through his dresser drawers, shoving his clothes to the side; he had to have some- ah. He grabbed one from the box, not even bothering to shut the drawer on his way out. Mikasa glanced over the back of the couch at his triumphant holler, a smile tilting her lips. "Okay," he held the foil between two fingers, "got it."

Mikasa grabbed it. "I see that." She ripped it open, her movements hurried as she rolled it over his arousal, her fingers moving lightly over him. She threw her arms around his shoulders after, tugging his mouth back to hers and pulling him back down to the couch, where he rested his arms on either side of her head. "Ready?" He asked quietly, sweeping his thumb across her lip.

She nodded, tilting her hips up to meet his as he pushed into her, muffling his groan on her neck as she tugged lightly on his hair, shifting as if in discomfort. Eren held very still, his mind in a haze of heat and nails and Mikasa, carding a hand through her hair, pressing his lips to her throat again and again until Mikasa rolled her hips against his, murmuring, "move," against his hair.

He did, rocking into her with near frantic movements, her nails digging into his biceps as she matched his thrusts, his name falling from her lips quietly. She hooked her legs around him, urging him deeper, nearly undoing him as she dug her ankles into the small of his back. Eren kissed her again, taking advantage of her groan to deepen the kiss, run his tongue along her teeth, and bite harshly against her lower lip, earning another little moan.

"Shit," he whispered against her slick skin, his hands bunching in the cushion. He shifted slightly, raising one of her legs higher on his waist, a shudder wracking through her body as he dug his finger into her thigh, keeping her as close as possible.

"Eren-"

He pulled back slightly to press quick kisses to her cheeks, her forehead, down her jaw to her collarbones. Mikasa's hands back in his hair, she yanked when he hit a particular spot within her, a high-pitched moan escaping her. "You're so beautiful," he murmured to her collarbone. The fire had died, leaving them shrouded only in the pale golden sunset bleeding in from his windows, the colors illuminating her skin, highlighting the marks he'd littered along her neck and chest, dancing through her heavy gaze. "Perfect…"

Mikasa pulled his head from her chest, eyes wide and lips parted in shock. "Eren-" He didn't give her a chance to voice her concerns, instead he covered her mouth with his and ran his hand down her front to where they were joined, finding her clit after only a minute, pressing against it, pulling and twisting as she threw her head back. "Eren… I'm-"

"That's it," Eren said, surprised by the hoarseness of his own voice, as he quickened his fingers against her, holding her gaze. "That's it, Mikasa, come for me…"

Mikasa's fingers stung against his neck as she came with a loud cry, her face twisted in ecstasy, her legs shaking around his waist as he moved inside of her still, grinding his hips against hers as she urged him along. Her lips were slack beneath his as he muffled his groan against her mouth, his orgasm wracking through him after a few more shallow thrusts, Mikasa's quiet encouragements against his cheek almost lost to him.

Her arms tightened around his shoulders when Eren tried to move after they'd both stilled, breathing still heavy, but he managed to prop himself on an elbow to run his fingers through her hair and push it away from her face. She glanced up at him, almost shy in the way her lips twisted into a smile. Eren grinned back, perfectly content with staying trapped in her arms, and she laughed quietly.

"I've never done that before," she said, trailing her fingers across his jaw.

"Come so loudly?"

She rolled her eyes. "No. Sleep with a stranger." Eren shrugged, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist, when her expression twisted and she thumped her fist against his shoulder blade; hard.

He grunted, sitting up with a scowl as Mikasa pushed herself away from him, standing before the couch shakily, one hand in her hair. "Shit, you could have told me earlier you were into that-"

Mikasa interrupted him. "We just slept together."

"Yeah," Eren agreed. He thought that was pretty obvious. Working to remove the condom with a grimace, Eren stood, feeling suddenly very cold without Mikasa's body so close to his. He tossed the condom into the bathroom garbage, grinning slightly at the unruly mess Mikasa had made of his hair.

"We just slept together!" Mikasa repeated, raising her voice to carry through the apartment. "You're a stranger!" She continued once he re-entered the room. "This was a mistake." She was still standing in front of the couch, but now she was wearing his long sleeve tee, the hem barely covering her as she touched her neck gently. She looked about ready to start pacing, or scream, or grab her clothes and get the hell away from him. Eren swallowed thickly, reaching for his jeans. She ran a hand over her neck, lips twisting into a little scowl. "Jeez, how many…"

"Hey," Eren said quietly, taking her hands. He laced their fingers together, noticing the way she fidgeted where she stood. "It's okay, we used protection and everything, you don't have to worry about anything. Your clothes should be dry by now, and I don't think it's raining anymore. I can give you change for a bus-"

"I should go, huh?" She whispered, her eyes glued to the floor.

"If it's what you want."

Her hands squeezed his, her head snapping up. "What?"

"Well," Eren said, very slowly. He lifted her hands in his, pressing kisses to each of her knuckles between words. "If you stay the night, and I take you out to lunch tomorrow, then are you still a stranger?"

"I guess not…"

"I'll let you choose what we watch for the night." He kissed the back of her wrist, then dipped his head to press a kiss to the mark sticking out above his shirt, cupping her jaw gently. "What do you say, Mikasa? Can I take you out on a proper date in the morning?"

"Okay," Mikasa breathed after a short silence, leaning into his touch. "Okay. But I don't have a change of clothes."

"I can lend you something," Eren grinned, kissing her quickly. "Not like I haven't done it before."

Mikasa rolled her eyes, reaching for his sweatpants as she settled herself back on the couch. "What's Armin going to say when he sees me here?"

Eren really hadn't thought that one through. God, Armin would be so smug. The bastard. He found his phone on the floor, checking it quickly after tossing Mikasa the remote. A few messages from his mom, a picture from Sasha of Jean absolutely wasted that Eren totally didn't save for blackmail, and one from Armin. "Ah, he's working on a final project for school… but he'll be home by midnight." Mikasa groaned, balancing her chin on her hand as she surfed the channels. "We can just hide out in my room until he leaves for work in the morning." He dialed the local pizza place's number.

"You'll have to tell him eventually."

Eren flipped his phone shut after ordering, raising an eyebrow at Mikasa. "Eventually," he repeated.

She flushed prettily. "I just meant- If anything comes of this, you'll have to tell him."

He laughed, pulling the sweatshirt she'd worn earlier over his head before joining her on the couch, wrapping an arm around her as she leaned against his chest. "I will," he promised, dropping a kiss to the top of her hair. He couldn't wait for lunch tomorrow. Eren eyed the TV, tucking his chin against her head. "Cartoons?"

Mikasa tipped her head to meet his gaze. "I'm not changing it."

"I don't want you to." Eren said, squeezing her gently as she laced their fingers together. "Want me to light another fire?"

She shook her head, nudging him lightly until his back hit the couch, her cheek resting against his heart. "I like you here."

"I like you here, too."

A/N: Okay, so since most of my fics are T or K, for now on, any post that has suggestive themes or full on sex will have [ M ] in the summary, so you can skip it if it makes you uncomfortable!