*indulges self in finishing up this chapter because the feels of this new snk episode are just TOO MUCH TO BEAR :(*
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
Mikasa always knew that Eren's home would be huge. He lives in a mansion, after all.
However, seeing it in real life for the first time, it had a size she could never even imagine. When the van approached his enormous garden, all she could do was marvel.
Getting out of the van, she looks at it in awe.
So, this is where she'll live for the time being.
"It's huge, right?"
Eren has almost caught her off-guard.
"It is," she replies.
The word 'huge' is an understatement for Eren's house.
"Wow," says Connie, who just awakened from what one might or might not call a nap. "Is that… Could that even be called a house!?"
"The correct term for it is mansion , Connie. Eren's a celebrity, so of course he lives in such a thing."
"Just ignore him, Armin, he's actually still in his sleep."
"Well, at least I didn't draydream of food the whole ride, unlike someone ."
"What the hell did you just say to me, baldie?!"
The five of them are slightly amused of this conversation. Eren's snicker is the most godly, most precious sound Mikasa has ever heard. She'd give everything to hear him laugh.
"Hey, brats!"
All of their smiles fade.
Levi approaches them from behind. Though he might be small for a bodyguard, his looks are still intimidating.
"Could you load off your fucking luggage already," he says. "I don't want to stay here forever. And don't you even dare not cleaning your seats afterwards!"
They walk past him, though a tiny bit reluctantly, and do what he says.
The only one not looking forward entirely to live here is Eren himself.
It took a while for Eren to settle down. After a small talk with his housecleaner Petra, and showing everyone around which took longer than he expected, he is finally able to be in his own, sweet bedroom again.
The new sheets on his king-size bed are the first thing he notices. They are so much brighter, so much more colorful than the last time he slept here. It is his own bed, but it looks new.
Before he could even unpack his luggage, he lets himself fall on the bed he missed so much. All the sleep he was deprived of finally takes him over, and he closes his eyes.
And of course, he dreams of Mikasa. How can he ever not do that.
The first dream replays last night. He feels those wonderful black strands of hair while kissing her ardently. He missed kissing her so much, and her moans against his mouth only fire him up.
Eventually, she would let him carry her, and this time, there's no Armin around to stop them. This time, he is about to do things sober Eren would've tried to restrain himself from doing. He is kissing her neck as he carries her to the toilet. He opens the toilet door just to find himself in another, different dream.
This time, he finds her lying in the bed of a hospital. No, not due to her cancer, thankfully. Instead, there lies a tiny being on her arm. Apart from the face, its entire body is hidden behind a blanket.
"Eren, look," says Mikasa.
He looks at the baby in her arm. It is surely the most precious thing he has ever seen on this earth.
"She has your eyes."
"Yeah," Eren smiles. "But she has your beautiful skin aswell."
She smiles, tiredly, but also happily as Eren pecks her lips.
Why, he asks himself. Why can't this be reality? Why does this have to be a dream?
A knock on Eren's bedroom door finally wakes him up.
He opens up after a small moment, and sees Armin standing in front of him.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?"
Mikasa doesn't look at a cooing Sasha standing on the kitchen door. She'd rather concentrate on the pot in front of her, and on making dinner in general, than to talk about it with Sasha. She is sure of having kissed Eren last night, but she simply doesn't want to admit it.
"Mind helping me a little?"
"Will I get some of the ingredients?"
"Nope."
There is a hint of disappointment in Sasha's eyes before she obliges reluctantly.
After she started slicing some of the meat they bought, she comes back to her initial question.
"I can see why you're in love with Eren, you know."
Mikasa still doesn't look at Sasha. She'd rather avoid this conversation as best as possible.
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Mikasa, do you think I'm stupid enough to believe your denial?"
Mikasa pauses a little.
Of course, Sasha is not stupid. She could always tell when something is wrong.
"Okay, fine," she sighs, and looks at her friend. "You're right, I am in love with him. But don't you even dare telling him, I will kill you if you do that!"
Sasha snickers. "Don't worry, you will."
"What?"
" You will tell him how you feel."
"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no . I won't."
"So you want him to dislike you because he found out from someone else?"
Caramel brown eyes look at Mikasa.
"Besides, one can tell by the way he just says your name that he likes you back, so don't worry, it's all gonna be alright. Just be honest with him, Mikasa. It's really that easy."
Apart from her cheeks burning red, Mikasa doesn't know what she should say anymore.
Sasha might be right. Maybe it really is better to explain him how she feels.
"'Kay, I think I've helped you enough," says Sasha and steps out the kitchen door. "I think your cooking skills are much better anyways."
And then she's gone.
"Okay, uhm…," says Mikasa.
She looks at the place where Sasha once stood.
"Thank you for... only slicing the meat… and talking to me.."
She admits her friend is a bit lazy. But that doesn't make her any less of a loveable person.
He has nightmare after nightmare this night.
Eren has decided that Armin is right. That he should confess his love to her.
Just the how, when and where is something he doesn't know of. He has been practising it in his head for some time now, but neither sentence or tone seems right.
After the umpteenth nightmare of her either rejecting him, slapping him, or turning into a man-eating monster, he decides to get up and go outside in the garden. The night air is definitely what he needs right now to clear his thoughts.
The pool is right in front of him, but he doesn't want to swim in it. He just stays there, outside, enjoying the moon and the stars shining above him.
"Can't sleep either?"
Eren already knows who is standing there without turning around.
"Yeah."
"Is it alright if we're here together?"
For whatever reason, she hesitated before saying this.
Now, he looks at her. And God, is he fucked.
Not only is the very woman he wished not to appear standing right in front of him, but she wears nothing more than a single nightgown and looks stunning as always.
He nods. "'s alright."
She walks up to him shyly, not like the strong Mikasa he knows.
They spend a while together, standing in front of his swimming pool, and say nothing. Yet the cool night air keeps Eren calm. Makes him think the world is at peace.
He notices how Mikasa's mouth opens to say something, but she closes it again right after.
"You seem nervous," he mentions.
She still says nothing. Doesn't even look at him, but instead she watches the moon reflecting on the pool's chlorinated water.
Is it because of him? He almost asked her, but then she finally turns to him.
He expects everything from her. She'd ask him what's wrong and he'd finally tell her how he feels. And then she would either reject him nicely, slap him or outright punch him in the face like she did in his nightmares.
She opens her mouth. Takes a long, deep breath. Her voice is music to him, just like always, when she speaks.
"I'm in love with you, Eren."
That, however, is something he didn't expect.
Eren's expression is unreadable.
There is a hint of surprise on his face, yet Mikasa doesn't know what he feels. There is nothing assuring, no particular expression apart from his eyes telling her of surprise.
"I'm in love with you," she repeats, this time louder than the almost-whisper from before.
Nothing changes. She looks down in embarrassment.
Well done, Mikasa. He hates you now, doesn't he?
Then, he takes a step closer. Pushes that one strand of hair behind her ear. His hand decides to rest at her cheek for a second before he cups her face, bringing it closer to his. This time, his eyes show nothing else than pure honesty.
"I'm so glad," he smiles ever so brightly, "that we both feel the same."
There is no more space between them. Mikasa is so happy, because this time there is no one around to stop them. Everyone is fast asleep and in the land of dreams.
She deepens the kiss, her almost-bare breasts pressing against his chest. And there she thought mere moments ago that he'd not reciprocate her feelings for him. Oh, how was she a fool.
They break apart after a moment. Her cheeks burn as she breathes, in, and out, and in, and out, together with Eren. They eye each other, finally realizing that what is happening right now is real. It is not a dream, and they are both sober.
His eyes are so beautiful, they are shining together with the stars this night.
"Take me to bed."
Her whisper was quiet, but loud enough so he could hear her.
Only the night sky watches as he obliges happily. He presses an ardent kiss against her lips while lifting up a leg of hers so that he can carry her. Two pairs of abs are now rubbing against each other as he takes her inside.
Their lips become even more and more ardent against each other with every step he takes. Mikasa is suffering. Writhing with anticipation and lust as they get closer and closer to their destination. And although his tongue feels just wonderful inside her mouth, Eren doesn't help much.
Finally, after a short but agonizing while, Eren stands in front of his bedroom door.
