sooo: ahhh long time no see, yeah? my apologies for that, it turns out that working and training and performing all at the same time kinda cut down on chances to write.
prompt: "eremika end of a hard exhausting day cuddling"
Ever since they were little, Eren had been a very physical individual. At the delicate age of ten, he'd always been very conscious to press his soft hands against her cheeks when nightmares shook her, or linked both his palms with her and Armin's when the three of them had ventured into town. He was fingers across the small of her back and strong arms around her middle when the other cadets weren't looking.
Mikasa fretted that perhaps it was a trait that would fade into the background as he grew older. But apart from a brief period during their initial enlistment and training, it seemed to only grow stronger with age. Maybe it was the threat that the titans posed, or maybe it was simply a reaction to the circumstances under which they led their lives, but whatever the case, Mikasa found Eren's palms pressed covertly against her more than she'd ever anticipated.
It didn't matter if they were in the middle of the mess hall, or tucked away in a corner of the commons, if Eren was in close proximity, he was probably pressed against her one way or another. For that matter, it didn't seem to bother the boy if he wasn't even human either. Mikasa could no longer count on both her hands the number of times she'd been bowled over by an overly affectionate 15 meter class.
(She'd never admit how much she loved it when he pressed his giant nose against her neck; the tickle of his hair all around her and the warm rush of his breath sent her heart stuttering like nothing else.)
It was moments like these that she liked best though; when their skin was chill with sweat, and muscles sore from training. When Eren's hands were unabashed as they rubbed her back, and when her fingers were free to comb through his hair. "I'd suggest we make the most of this downtime," the shifter laughed, voice rumbling through his ribcage and into her own. "But frankly, I'm not sure I'm up to anything after that endurance test."
Mikasa laughed, and pushed herself up onto her forearms, dark hair curtaining around the pair as Eren's palms slid to the small of her back. "Aren't you shifters supposed to have boundless energy?" She teased, eyes light in the late evening sun. "You can't fault me," Eren grinned, working his hands beneath the waistband of her pants to rub at the base of her spine. "Levi's training is brutal by anyone's standards."
Unable to refute his point, the young soldier gave a deep sigh and melted against his chest. "Plus," the shifter boy continued, lips against her temple, "we don't get to be like this often either." Moments to simply lay together were few an far between, and the couple had learned to take them when they came. After that, the only sound in the slowly darkening bunk was the mingled sound of breathing as the pair drifted off to sleep.