So, in making this new chapter I realized something. The Sleepless-verse is like, barely a month (if that) away from what's going on in the manga. I have almost no time to tinker with, damnit! Now I think I'll have to branch off into a full-blown AU for this fic to work.

*nervously bites nails* I'm open to suggestions about how things could go. Granted, if you haven't read the manga I may be a total spoiler-pot for you lol. I may just use this to fill in the month before the expedition to Shiganshina and mark it as complete when I get there. And then we'll see what happens during the final showdown before I continue and maybe make a sequel, I dunno.

I really try not to make smut...I'm just incorrigible in that regard. But, there is never too much smut for a ship...right?

Oh, and if updates are slow, it's likely because I'm working on my full-length, Levihan, medieval-themed AU. But don't worry, I'll keep writing one shots and updating any multi-chapter stories as much as I can :)

Anywho, hope you enjoy this one. Same universe. Maybe a few days after last chapter.

Not all chapters will deserve an M rating (that doesn't include this one) but most will be edgy in that regard.

When she hears that the expedition to Shiganshina is only a month away, her thoughts immediately turn to Eren. She wonders if he's heard, and if so, how he's coping with finally going home? It's likely stressful for him, and she is worried - very worried - that he's going to relapse back into his old persona of hatred and rage. Although she knows that his feelings won't change even if that does happen. He's not so shallow as to only feel what suits his situation. She just hates seeing him sad, angry, or vengeful. Granted, he is still vengeful, but his bloodlust has been curbed greatly since they realized that the Titans might actually be human.

"Eren?" she opens his door and sees him laying sideways across his bed. He seems indifferent to everything around him, and he just stares up at the ceiling, blinking lazily.

"Yes, Mikasa?" his mumbled reply comes.

She frowns and closes the door gently behind her. She approaches the bed and sits on the opposite side from where he lays. She then leans back and lays in the same manner herself, so their heads are side-by-side and their shoulders nearly touch. "We're going back." she murmurs. "Back home."

"Mhm.." he hums, he turns his head to face her, and she follows suit.

"Are you excited to go back? Or maybe...I don't know, upset?" she asks. She knows she's prodding rather bluntly, but she doesn't want to beat around the bush. She wants him to be as open with her as she has been many times before with him these past two weeks. Well, wants isn't exactly the right word, she hopes he will be open.

He looks down, "A little of both." he admits, and she shifts at that. He looks back up in surprise as she sits up and moves to lay lengthwise on the bed, leaning her back against the headboard. She pats the space beside her and he can't help a small smile that creeps into his face. He shuffles until he is resting his head on her lap, and his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist.

Her fingers thread through his hair, and he sighs, "I'm mostly just worried." he continues, and he hears her hum in agreement, "I know I can deal with my emotions after it's all over and done with. But my biggest fear is I won't be able to transform and plug the walls. And then with the basement...I'm afraid of what we'll find. I can only wonder at what my dad was hiding down there." he says, and he pauses to listen to the reverberating sound of her heartbeat through her skin. "I don't like not knowing things, especially when mankind sort-of depends on me and whatever is in that damned basement." he chuckles half-heartedly at that. "You know what I mean?"

She moves her hand to his shoulder and gently runs her nails over the skin, giving him gooseflesh, "Yes. I know." she says, "You know you'll be able to transform though, you have a clear goal." she assures. "But no more crazy experiments with Hanji, alright?" she adds when she thinks of the "Titan guillotine" he helped them construct over a week ago. He was in the infirmary for two full days after that, and she can't stand seeing him so pale and weak.

He sighs at that, "Those were kind of necessary, Mikasa." he mumbles.

"I know, but when it puts you at risk..." she trails off at that and bites her lip, she knows he hates it when she coddles him, "Okay, maybe not stop entirely...I just think you should take a break, and should only transform when you really need to. You'll be stronger for it anyway, right?"

He purses his lips as he ponders her point. But he knows she is still trying to mother him, and he scoffs with a smile at her feeble attempt to cover it up with 'logic'. "I suppose. You don't need to worry though. I won't overdo it again, Mikasa." he rolls until he is facing her, and she nods hesitantly.

"Okay." she relents, her features betray her feelings though, she doesn't want to agree. And he can see it very clearly.

"Mika..." he drawls, and she narrows her eyes, he knows she doesn't really like that nickname, "Don't smile, Mika." he teases with a wide smile of his own. She realizes what he's doing and turns her head and tenses her jaw, her cheeks flush and she crosses her arms. "Don't smile!" he says again, and she can't help the fact that she breaks into a magnificent grin.

"Stop it!" she swats at his arm.

"Why?" he moves to sit up, shuffling until he faces her and peers around her hair.

"Eren!" she chides when his fingers suddenly tease her sides. He discovered she was ticklish there about a week ago, and he exploits it whenever he can. She giggles and pushes at his hands, but he places them right back at her sides each time. She wiggles under his attacks and gasps for air, and he ends laughing just as much as she does. She grabs his hands firmly after the fourth or fifth time he tickles her and pants while she catches her breath, "I don't like being tickled." she warns.

"How was I supposed to know?" he smirks.

"Shut up. You already did know." she leans up to quickly peck him on the nose. And he doesn't let her move away, he grasps gently at her face and holds her there so he can kiss her. She closes her eyes when his arms enwrap her shoulders and he pulls her closer. Her own arms curl around his neck and she moves her mouth rhythmically with his. It's been a few days since they made love, they haven't done anything else between then and now. So she ponders if he is going to want it again tonight (that's not to say she doesn't want it too).

He breaks away only just barely, their noses still touch and he looks into her eyes with this gorgeous grin that just makes her blush and giggle. He pecks her again and simply stays there, his eyes observing hers intently. "Hey, Mikasa?" he murmurs, his thumbs rubbing circles on her back.

"Hmm?"

"How are you...feeling?" he finally breaks eye contact and looks to the side meekly.

She bites her lip when she catches his drift. It's as if he is reading her mind. She shuffles on the bed and uses her legs to pull his body closer, "Good." she answers, leaning back as he follows her lead and hovers over her. "Very good." she emphasizes, and he chuckles bashfully, his cheeks flush as he kisses her nose again.

"Okay." he murmurs as his lips move to her jawline.

She smiles and tilts her head to the side, allowing him to remove her scarf and press warm, open-mouthed kisses to her now-exposed neck. Her hand threads through his hair as his own hand moves to the hem of her shirt and snakes upwards. She huffs out a light gasp when he caresses her breast, and he smirks against her skin.

He likes discovering what makes her melt under him. It's not only satisfying, but he enjoys causing her pleasure and fulfillment. He's found that she likes it when he touches her soft mounds, and it's something he's sure he'll never tire of. She lifts her back up off the mattress to unhook her bra from underneath her shirt, and she is forced to sit up to remove it completely. His lips never leave her neck and jaw, and he sits up with her, helping her shrug her jacket off. She pulls her bra away and he has to do a double take when her shirt doesn't come off with it.

She giggles lightly and lays back down while he removes his jacket and shirt both at once. At this moment he's rather glad they usually take off their 3DMG after training. It would be a hassle to have to undo all those straps and belts now. He captures her lips with his own and thrusts his clothed hips lightly into her core. She gasps into his mouth and her legs are around his waist in the next second, pulling him impossibly closer.

His free hand moves down and pops the button of her pants, sliding underneath. He breaks from her mouth to move to her jawbone and she thrusts her hips up against his hand.

"Oi, brat, Hanji needs y-"

'FUCK!'

Eren stiffens at the voice and looks over his shoulder, he remembers he forgot to lock the door, and Captain Levi is standing there, just staring in shock (at least that's what Eren assumes). His hand slips between her folds in that exact second and he cringes as Mikasa lets out an irrepressible, wanton moan. 'Fuck on top of that fuck.' he thinks, and he sits up rather frantically, pulling both his hands from her clothing and running his clean hand through his messy hair. She blinks and props herself up on her elbows, peering around him to see who intruded.

"Fuck." Eren finally says aloud.

"That's what you were doing." Levi groans and presses his hand into his forehead, looking up at the two of them with a disapproving expression on his face. "Stupid, horny brats..." he mutters. "By all means! Don't let me interrupt, heaven knows it's happened to me before." he says sarcastically, "Just lock the fucking door next time! And Hanji needs you, Eren." he says as he turns to leave, not bothering to close the door.

"It's really not what it looks like." Eren calls in vain.

"It's exactly what it looks like!" Levi's voice carries back through the hallways and Mikasa breaks into laughter beneath him.

"It's n-not funny, Mika!" Eren stutters and covers his face to hide his raging blush. It is only their second time and they were already walked in upon.

"I hope he has nightmares for a week." she giggles, and he remembers her gradually fading grudge against the Captain.

"Pfft!" Eren blows a raspberry and sighs, standing up, "I'm sorry, I'm not gonna be able to perform after that." he implies. "That positively killed my libido."

She nods and sits up, buttoning her pants again. "I don't think I could expect you to." she says as she swings her legs over the bed.

He helps her stand and his eye catches the shape of her breasts through her thin shirt. She seems to feel the chill in the room and he bites his lip when her nipples peak through as well. "Then again..." he murmurs, catching her attention.

She follows his gaze and scoffs, "After dinner. Someone will come looking for us if we try now." she instructs. "And by someone I mean Hanji-ah! Hey!" He grips her waist rather suddenly and she yelps as he tugs her against his body. His lips caress her jawline slowly and tantalizingly, as if he's trying to get her to relent. She simply rolls her eyes, "Eren..." she chides breathlessly.

"I know." he says with a smirk as he pulls away. "Sorry." he presses one more kiss to her lips and moves away. "Let's go, I'm kind of excited for dinner to be over." he says as he hands her bra to her.

"Of course you are." she fiddles with the material and turns away while she fixes it back on under her shirt.

"Wait-" he pauses at the door, "-did Levi say he's been walked in on before too?" he asks.

"Eren..." she raises an eyebrow at him over her shoulder as she wraps her scarf back around her neck.

"That's a terrible mental image. And who the fuck would...? With him? He's so icy and emotionless. Can you imagine him during...? Eeesh!" he mutters to himself, shuddering.

"Hey now, I may not be very fond of him, but that's a little uncalled for." she scolds as she joins him in the hall.

"I'll have to ask Armin who he thinks it is, he'll help me figure it out."

"Oh my God."

Hanji's need was rather simple, she only had a few questions for Eren just to clear up a small confusion in her notes. Dinner was the somewhat lengthy affair, as everyone needed to stay and help with the dishes, clean the tables, and sweep the floors. But after everything was deemed clean by the Captain, Eren was leading Mikasa by the hand to his room without a second's hesitation.

He closes the door purposefully and locks it, "No more break-ins." he mutters, and she bites her lip with a blush. His hands are on her waist and he turns her around to practically attack her mouth with his own. Her breath hitches when she's up against a wall, almost exactly like that time with the tree a few nights back. And, just like then, his hips roll into hers aggressively. Her hands grip onto his shoulders tightly to keep her shaky knees from wilting beneath him. Oh God, how she loves this! If it weren't so uncomfortable she'd have asked him to be like this during their first time.

The rough, animalistic passion he elicits makes her blood simmer with arousal, and she throws her head back when he sucks hard on her collarbone. He undoes her pants for the second time that night, and she shifts to help him shimmy them away, underwear and all. As soon as she's kicked the material from her heels his fingers slide down to dip inside her, and she moans as her knees go weak. His free hand grasps her thigh and hoists it up around his waist to support her.

He captures her lips in his own again while his hand moves rhythmically against her core. She lets out whines and moans that are muffled by his mouth, and he speeds his ministrations. "Shh..." he murmurs as he pulls away from her lips, moving to kiss her cheekbone and jaw. She's trying to be quiet, she really is. But with his fingers curling and twisting within her, and his rapid palming of her swollen, sensitive clit she finds it rather difficult to stay her tongue.

His fingers curl again and she thrusts up into his hand as she comes undone. "Ahh..." she moans, leaning up against the wall as her muscles go limp. He's holding her in place now, lips caressing her neck and he wipes his hand on his pants before he snakes it up her shirt and grips her breast gently. She inhales deeply as he slows his light kisses on her neck, and her hands move to his pants.

He stiffens and jerks when she pulls them down just enough to free him and her hand begins to massage gently. He buries his face in her shoulder and grunts, one hand moving to lay flat on the wall and support himself instead. He bucks into her grip and she sniggers lightly at his movement. She's never done this before, but she sure likes how desperately it makes him behave. She supposes that's how he feels when she's writhing and mewling beneath him. A thought strikes her then, and she bites her lip when she thinks it over. He didn't only use his hands the first time they did this. If it felt that way for her...how would it feel for him?

He blinks and opens his eyes when her shoulder isn't there anymore, and he's simply leaning against the wall. "Mikasa?" he asks, her hand is still on him, but he wonders what she is up to. He peers down just in time to see and feel her take him in her mouth and he jolts sharply at the feeling. "Augh!" he gasps and throws his head back. One thing he knows for certain, if he thinks she was bold that night when she plunged her hand into his pants, this easily topped the cake. "Fuck...ahhh...fuck..." he hisses between grit teeth as she moves her mouth around the length of him.

She even sucks lightly, and at that he nearly chokes on air, "M-Mikasa...stop, stop now..." he pants, he feels he is close, and he doesn't want to cum just yet. He reaches down to pull her away from his length. "I-I don't think I can go twice...not yet." he says with a ragged breath. And he smiles assuringly at her when she looks up at him through those thick, gorgeous, black lashes.

"Did you like that?" she asks self-consciously as she stands back up, pecking him on the lips.

"You really thought I wouldn't?" he scoffs and kisses her back, tongue prodding deeply into her mouth and making her gasp. His fingers are back in her folds and she cries out hoarsely, thankfully muffled by the kiss. He hoists her up and she wraps her legs around his hips. Her back suddenly hits the bed before she can register that he even walked at all. Her legs dangle off the mattress and she barely catches her breath in the time it takes for him to break the kiss and his tongue to delve into her core.

She grits her teeth together to avoid making noise, yet her low moan still echoes in the room, along with the obscene sounds of his ministrations. She's sweaty, and it's too hot, so her trembling fingers move to undo her shirt, but she can't get it off completely. She presses the back of her hand to her temples and huffs out mewling breaths as he works. She bites down on the opposite hand when he moves to suck at her clit, his fingers dipping into her in place of his tongue. Her body quickly stiffens and her back arches upwards from the pillow when she finally cums. Her following cry is muffled yet again by his lips.

"Shh...hush, Mika." he whispers, and she pants heavily while he gently kisses her fluttering eyelids. She reaches her hands up to grasp the nape of his neck while he thumbs her porcelain cheek. She can feel him smile against her skin and she opens her eyes just enough to see him clearly. "Hey." he says, and he flashes her this proud, dopey grin that has her pursing her lips in a smile.

"I only finished once last time..." she says, her hand moves back to her forehead and she chuckles, "I didn't even know I could do it twice."

He laughs and kisses her nose, "Hmm...think you can do it thrice?" he challenges.

Her face hardens and she looks at him with determined eyes. "Can I?" she says, she sits up and pushes him up as well. Her hands go to her shirt and she tugs it away rather forcefully, then her bra is next. He removes his own shirt while he watches, joining her in her nudity. She makes sure he is looking at her while she shuffles back on the bed and props herself up on her elbows. Her legs spread to either side and she raises her brow at him in wait. "Come on." she prods, "Do your worst." she adds with a light chuckle.

He smirks and covers her in an instant, his movement makes her yelp as she loses her balance and falls completely flat on the mattress. His hands hoist her hips onto his knees and he slides into her with one, solid thrust. She gasps and her hands fumble to grip onto the sheets as he immediately begins to move within the next few moments. He grunts with each thrust, and the sound is music to her ears, just as her own gasps and moans are music to his. It's a sharp contrast from her first time, where the pleasurable friction was laced with underlying pain. Now it's only pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure that washes over her body in rough, roiling waves.

She definitely likes it like this, most definitely. With him thrusting hard and panting as sweat drips off of his chiseled body. Her limited experience may be the only reason this is her new favorite way to make love, but she sure as hell doesn't care. Her thoughts are cut short, as her nerves are already overstimulated and she couldn't last long even if she tried. So she brings the sheets to her mouth to muffle her cry when her muscles contract and she's riding a third high for the night. She goes limp, but he's still thrusting, drawing out her climax and pushing himself closer to joining her.

He seems over-focused when she looks down to observe his sweaty face. His brow is furrowed and his eyes shut tightly in concentration, his mouth moving lightly with each pant and grunt he gives. She smiles when she realizes he's trying to hold himself off, trying to go as long as he can. But he doesn't need to, at least, she doesn't think he does anyway, she already came after all. "Eren." she says, and his eyes shakily open to meet hers, as if he has trouble moving them, "Just let go, it's fine." she assures, and he gasps as he hilts in her for the last time.

His forehead rests on her abdomen as he releases, and she hums in pleasure over the feeling of warmth it gives her. They lapse into a comfortable silence after that, only the sound of their heavy breathing and the subtle splatter of his sweat meeting her skin to mingle with her own. His arms quiver with the effort of holding himself up when he shifts to hover over her. She grunts when he lays atop her and relaxes, sighing deeply.

Her hand instinctively moves to thread through his hair, and she feels his lips turn upward against her breast in a smile. There really isn't much need to speak, so they simply bask in the quiet of the room. They never lit a lamp, so the only light is from what little moonlight can filter through the curtains. She twirls a lock of his sweat-dampened hair in her fingers and observes how the dim light shimmers against the thick strands.

He shifts, and she realizes they've been laying together so long she can barely feel her body from how comfortable she has gotten. He meets her eyes and smiles, his eyes blinking tiredly. "I did better that time." he says.

She chuckles, "Is that what you were trying to do the whole time? Last longer?" she teases.

He scoffs, "No." he leans up to peck her nose again and groans as he gets up. "Oh man, my back is gonna hurt like hell tomorrow..." he mutters, and she sniggers, "Well it did last time." he defends, moving to fetch a clean pair of pants.

"Well my ass 'hurt like hell' after the first time, I just hope it isn't the same this time." she says as she sits up, stretching her arms above her head. She cracks an eye open while she stretches and watches him admire her. "What?"

He blinks, "Nothing, you're just...beautiful." he murmurs, cheeks flushing as he scratches the back of his neck.

She smiles bashfully and hugs herself at the warm, fuzzy feeling that emanates from her heart at those words. And he hands her his shirt, thinking she's cold. She takes it even though she doesn't need it and slips it on, gently grasping his hand afterwards. She pulls him close so she can wrap her arms around his waist from where she sits and nuzzle her nose into his bare abdomen.

His hands move to her hair and caress the damp locks tenderly. "I love you." she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the toned muscle beside her lips. His skin ripples in a shudder and she smiles, releasing him to bury herself in the covers of his bed.

He follows her and pulls her to him so he can kiss her so, so gently, she barely feels it. "I love you too." he whispers against her soft lips and she smiles again, opening her eyes when they begin to sting with tears. His gorgeous teal pools soften, and he gives her another kiss, wiping the only tear to break the threshold of her eyelids away with his thumb.

"I'm sorry-" she sniffles, "-I'm just happy."

He pulls her closer, "I know you are."

One last kiss to her temple, and she relaxes completely in his arms. She feels her small outburst of emotion is justified, after all, she didn't have much time to be emotional over her intimacy with Eren. Everything was so new and overwhelming, it was as if she did have room for anything other than tired contentment. Now she knows what it's like to be intimate, and the reality of his relationship with her just keeps hitting her again and again. She doesn't mind, it reminds her of just how lucky she is to have him.

He stays awake only long enough to hear her breath even out as she succumbs to sleep. "I'm happy too." he whispers. It's surely the first time in a while, but he is truly happy. At that he closes his eyes and let's himself join her in a peaceful, restful sleep.

I always end these things with them falling asleep don't I? God, I tried not to do smut but my brain is all:

"Dooooo eeehhhttt! Doooooooooooooooo eeeeeiiiiihhhttt!"

Anywho, to be continued with my next update! Can't wait to write more of this universe.