Random drabble ~
Love is something she has unconsciously paid attention to. As she fills her basket with fruits, she hears it; the conjoined laughter between a man and a woman, both practically floating from stand to stand. When she turns to the pair, she sees it; the adoration, the hands on cheeks and lips on lips.
It's the twining of fingers between a mother and her child, a wife's wrinkled smile as her husband kisses her temple, tittering when his mouth sputters out some grey strands. There's laughter, always. She isn't aware she's staring until their eyes meet, brightness meeting darkness and she moves, casually blending within the crowd. The feelings she would get in those moments wasn't longing as much as it was curiosity.
Once in a while, she'd turn back around, vaguely wondering: Just what is it like to be in love?
Before joining the Legion, she would listen the hushed voices traveling to each bunk, every other girl describing just what they felt it was. Exhilarating. Intense. Breathtaking. But after a couple years with Eren, she thinks her favorite is how lazy it can be. How the rich thrum of his heart slows hers, the careful weight of his chest on hers unusually comforting and warm. It's like lying beneath the sun in the afternoon, the heat of it gentle on her skin, rays blinding in the best of ways.
His hands smooth over knobs of bone, arranging them to fit around his body as he kisses the base of her throat, sighing into its hollow.
"We should get dressed, Mikasa."
She blinks slowly up at him, mouth springing into a smile as she shakes her head. It's too comfortable, too difficult to part from this.
"No?"
Her arms encircle his torso, keeping him there.
"No."
He pokes at her belly. "Since when are you lazy?"
His gesture begins a chain of retaliation, calloused fingers wiggling at her ribs and hers pressing into the muscle just above his hips.
Gasps and fits of laughter begin to occupy the space between, and she knows it's real.