WHAAAAT?!

This fic isn't dead?!

I bet you thought it was didn't you? I can sense it.

Nope! I'll never leave you guys hanging forever. But I do suppose an explanation is due. I hit a major mental block with this story, because I need to end it soon, maybe 1 or 2 more chapters after this one, but I just couldn't make a game plan for how to proceed.

At any rate, I managed to find a ladder big enough for this mental block. And here's the next chapter, full of fluff, jokes, and a lemon at the end because you guys deserve it for waiting so long. Consider it my apology *V*

Also...*sniffs* I uh, I had to include Armin more, because if you're a manga reader, you know. God I love that little cinnamon roll, I love him so much. His recent...development, was part of the reason this got delayed further. I was too sad.

(I'll kill Isayama if he doesn't get the serum)

Hands tangle in hair and lips glide against each other, but what was going to be nice, languid morning sex turns into frustration, as a knock on the door interrupts them like a cold bucket of ice water. "Fuck!" he hisses as they part, Mikasa shrugs and buttons up her shirt while he goes to answer it.

"Eren, Mikasa." Armin greets, and Eren's irritation dissipates.

"Oh, hi Armin." he rubs the back of his neck and flashes a nervous smile over his shoulder at the smirking Mikasa.

"I came to let you two know the schedule...Commander Erwin says we need to discuss our strategy later tonight. We head to Shiganshina in little a couple weeks after all." Armin says, fingers idly fiddling with his 3DMG straps.

"Okay." Mikasa smiles assuringly.

"And tomorrow Hanji wants to brief us on the thunder spears. She only really needs Mikasa and me, but apparently you need to know the basic gist of what's going to happen, Eren." he explains.

"Right." Eren nods and motions for him to continue.

"We'll be leaving on the Wednesday after next week's." Armin inhales deeply, thoughts drifting momentarily. He bites his lip and looks at the floor, "These might be the last couple weeks of our lives..." The smiles melt away from Eren and Mikasa both, traded for equally solemn expressions. It's true, this is an all or nothing mission, if something goes wrong, they all die.

Armin chuckles mirthlessly, "Sorry for bringing that up. I've ruined the happy mood you two have got going." he runs a hand through his hair and exhales.

Eren scoffs and grabs him by the shoulders, pulling him in for a hug, and eliciting a squeak of surprise from the teen. Mikasa giggles softly and watches the two hug, they are like brothers, arms wrapped tightly and faces buried into each other's shirts like it's the last time they'll see one another.

"We need to sober up every now and then." Eren says as he pulls back, ruffling Armin's sunny locks and laughing at his disgruntlement.

"Still-" Armin sighs, leaning into Mikasa's comforting side-hug. "-I'm really glad to have you two, y'know?" he starts to blink rapidly when his eyes turn glassy with tears.

"Don't start crying now." Eren teases, "You'll make Mikasa cry too."

Mikasa scowls at him and rolls her eyes, "He says that, but he's the one who would cry." she shoots back, smirking at Eren's blush.

"No I wouldn't." he mutters.

Armin wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and lets out a light bark of laughter. "I'm not used to banter between you two." he smiles softly, hands moving to his hips, "Anyway, Hanji says we'll be briefed around ten o'clock tomorrow, so you'll need to wake up early. And we have mandatory practice later today, Mikasa."

Eren bites his lip and frowns, "Can I come too?" he asks.

Armin turns to him with a sympathetic smile, "I'm not sure, you'd have to take it up with the Commander. As far as I can tell, you should still be on rest order right?"

Eren crosses his arms and shrugs, "I think I'm off the hook."

Mikasa raises a brow, though, considering their activities the past few days, he's got a point. "I'll ask Erwin if you can practice with us today." she places a hand on his arm and pulls him close for a peck on the cheek. "I'm going to go get dressed for it."

Eren blinks, grabbing her arm as she makes to leave, "Hey! I thought you said it wasn't until later?"

"That was when I had more than half an hour." she says.

Eren gives her a scowl and scoffs, crossing his arms again, "It wouldn't take half an hour."

"With what I had in mind, it most certainly would." she says as a parting gift, and grins as she heads out the door. It doesn't help him when she sashays her hips on the way out.

Armin takes his turn to blink, unaware of the cockblock he had performed earlier. "What would you need a half an hour for?"

"Don't ask." Eren sighs, the boy is smart, but still a little too innocent to understand Mikasa's insinuations.

Eren's request to join his friends during practice was approved, on the condition that Hanji watched him. Of course he accepted without forethought. As such, Hanji decided to bring a disgruntled Levi with her.

"He's so cute when he's mad." the tall, bespectacled woman says as she check's Eren's hardly-used gear.

Eren purses his lips, glancing in the Captain's direction, taking in his scowl and cold posture, "I can't say I think the same." he mutters in reply.

"Well, to me at least." she giggles. "Let me help you with this." she grabs his wrists and lifts his arms so she can reach around his waist and clip his 3DMG into place.

"I can do it myself." Eren sighs, rather overused to people pandering to him, despite his urging that they don't.

"I never said you couldn't. I just wanted to help you this time." Hanji turns him around so she can inspect him once more, "There we go. Don't over-exert yourself, okay?" she pats him on the shoulder and motions for him to be on his way.

"Thanks." he mumbles, taking a few steps before he stops to grab his triggers and test the grappling hooks.

Mikasa lands beside him, clearing her throat, "I bet you I could get ten first." she smiles when his head snaps up, eyes narrowing and lips pulling back in a smirk.

"Is that a challenge?" his grin widens when she flies away, spinning in midair to flash him a sharp salute. "Oh, it's on!" he whoops, pulling out his blades and chasing after her in hot pursuit.

Armin watches them fly away into the trees and huffs a soft laugh, pulling out his blades as well and testing his triggers.

"You coming?"

He looks up in surprise when he hears Hanji speak, but relaxes when he realizes she's talking to Levi.

"It's your turn to watch the brats. I'm not in the mood." the raven-haired man sighs, sitting on the grass and crossing his legs.

Hanji sighs and turns with a shrug, "Suit yourself." she vaults away into the trees to keep an eye on Eren.

Armin lets a small smile creep into his face at the interaction, returning his attention to his gear. He deems the triggers to be functioning properly, and then he aims for the trees and vaults away in much the same manner as Hanji did. He wobbles a bit, firing his opposite hook and righting himself as he pulls out his blades.

He finds a Titan dummy, two or three notches already cut deep into the foamy "neck". He raises his swords and slices, pulling away swiftly and observing the damage with a grimace. 'Never was good at this.' he figures to himself. Granted he's never even killed a Titan before, despite being in the Corps for so long.

He zips around in a circle and comes upon the same Titan, not unintentionally, and tries again, aiming for another section of the neck. He gives a sharp grunt and slices again, pulling away yet again to rest against a tree. "Damnit." he sighs, observing the shallow notch and frowning.

"Arlert."

Armin yelps, spinning against the tree. His cheeks warm in embarrassment as he registers Captain Levi positioned similarly against the nearest tree, "Yes, sir?" he asks.

"Follow me." Levi says, zipping away towards the ground.

Armin gulps and follows, biting his lip when he stumbles on his landing.

Levi turns and observes him, lips pursing only barely, "Have you always had so much trouble?"

Armin feels that damned blush come back to his face, and he looks at the ground as he nods. "Well...yes."

"You didn't look like you were having trouble with the gear when we captured Leonhardt." Levi shifts his weight, bringing a hand to his mouth as he considers, "I think you try too hard." he surmises.

Armin looks up in surprise, face twisting in confusion, "What?"

Levi raises a brow, "For one-" he approaches the boy and pulls his hands up, "-relax your hand, you only need to hold the blade." he explains, "Like all swords, it's an extension of your body, treat it as such."

Armin nods, swallowing the extra saliva his nerves are providing.

"Use gravity to your advantage, you don't need to put so much effort into your strikes. Also-" Levi allows the faintest hint of a smile to tug at his lips, "-don't worry about these scrawny little arms. You'll grow into them." he pinches the thin skin of the boy's arm.

"Ow." Armin mutters, rubbing his arm and smiling bashfully, "Thank you, Captain."

"That's not all, let's go back up there and see how you handle another 'Titan'." Levi pulls his blades out and fires his grapple, zipping away.

Armin scrambles after him, smile widening when he realizes Levi is teaching him. Helping him even.

"Ten!" Mikasa shouts as she slices a most sizable divot into the Titan dummy's neck.

"Fuck!" Eren hisses, coming in just behind her to deliver another blow. "No fair! I found it first." he calls, chasing after her laughing form.

"Don't be a sore loser." she says, glancing over her shoulder as she swings in a wide arc around a tree and flies past him in the opposite direction.

He follows, albeit less elegantly, and attempts to catch up. An act of which is nearly impossible most of the time, but at this particular moment, she wants to be caught. And she is caught. She lands on a thick tree branch and bursts into a fit of giggles when he practically crashes into her. He gives a yelp of surprise as they wobble precariously, and she laughs harder as she backs up against the tree trunk.

"That was dangerous." he points out, but the smile on his face makes his scolding meaningless.

"Your point?" she grins and pecks him on the lips briefly, not giving him a chance to respond to her touch as she pulls away. His bottom lip purses in a frustrated pout, and she taps his nose with a finger. "Still worked up from earlier?" she asks, letting her head rest against the rough bark.

He shrugs, bracing his weight on one arm against the tree while his other trails down from her shoulder to her clavicle. "A little...not that it would be smart to try anything here." he looks up with a smirk.

"Oh no. No it wouldn't." she exaggerates her agreement, feeling a smile tug at her own lips from his insinuations.

"Not that I wouldn't try anyways. Cause, you know, I'm not too smart." he cages her against the tree with his arms, leaning in with a predatory going in his eyes.

"No, you're not." she agrees breathily, leaning up to meet his lips-

"Jäger..."

Eren pulls back in surprise and exhales sharply in relief when he sees its only Hanji. "Sorry." he says.

Hanji lands on the branch they occupy and gives a shrug of her own, "I don't care what you two do, but save it until after training, alright?" she winks, pulling the trigger on her 3DMG and swinging away with the pointed implication to follow.

Eren turns to a flushed Mikasa and chuckles sheepishly, "Well, suppose we'll finish this later." he says with a smile, swinging off after Hanji.

Mikasa blushes harder and smiles softly, pulling her maroon scarf up over her nose, "I suppose we will."

Armin gently drops his gear and sits down unceremoniously on the grass, panting heavily and rubbing his arms. While he is enjoying the results of Captain Levi's tips, it's still grueling work, and he's never been very physically apt, despite his constant training. He wipes the sweat from his brow and lays back with a sigh, his breath still coming in sharp huffs as his body cools down.

"How you doing, Armin?"

The blonde opens his eyes and peers down his body at Eren, who stands with a bemused smile just beyond his feet. "M'fine." Armin mumbles, playfully waving his friend away, "Go away so I can nap." he adds.

"Weren't you the one begging Mikasa and me to come to lunch with everyone?" Eren grabs his hands and tugs at them, urging the reluctant boy to his feet.

"Ereeen..." Armin whines, going limp.

"Armiiin!" Eren mimics, tugging harder, "Mikasa help me."

"Don't make Mikasa fight your battles for you."

"This isn't a battle! You're just being a stubborn jackass!"

"You're going to pop my shoulders out of their sockets."

"Well I wouldn't have to if you would get up."

"Eren." Mikasa chuckles, placing a hand on his shoulder and motioning for him to move. Eren drops Armin, who lands with a loud thump, and stays where he lands. "You're doing it wrong." she chastises, tapping Eren's nose with a slender finger.

"Then show me how to do it right." he smirks, crossing his arms as he steps back.

She grins, kneeling beside the blonde, "Armin..." she prods, nudging his shoulder.

He opens one eye and peers at her, "Hmm?"

"Are you going to get up? Or do I have to make you?" she asks, voice laced thickly with a false sweetness that both boys know immediately to fear.

"Umm..."

"Alright then." she shrugs, slipping her arms under the boy's knees and back before hoisting him up and eliciting a yelp of surprise from him.

"Mikasa!" Eren barks with laughter, doubling over in mirth when she drapes Armin unceremoniously over her shoulder.

"Okay, let's head to lunch." Mikasa turns to Eren with a triumphant smirk, patting Armin's thigh pointedly.

Eren follows her closely, leaning into Armin's line of sight, "You'll get up next time then?" he asks.

Armin looks up and shrugs, or attempts to, rather. "Depends on who's asking." he sighs, propping himself up on his arms, "This is degrading."

"Now you know how I felt." Eren retorts, smiling when he thinks of how Mikasa used to do the same to him in their trainee days.

"I just wanted to take a nap."

"You can always nap after lunch."

Armin's lapses into silence, peering over his shoulder when they near the castle.

"True."

"Woah, I thought that was Eren." Jean chuckles as he enters the hallway Mikasa is currently walking through.

"I resent that." Eren grumbles.

"What'd you do, Armin?" Jean ignores Eren's retort.

"Nothing." Armin smiles innocently.

Jean shares a skeptical look with Eren, "For some reason I don't believe that."

"No, it's true. He didn't do anything, that's the point." Mikasa says over her shoulder, using her free hand to open the mess hall's door. "In we go."

"You can put me down now."

It's a morbid meeting, that's all one could possibly say. Despite their betrayal, Bertholdt and Reiner were close to Eren, and - like with Annie -he still has reservations about what they plan to do. They all do, he can sense it. It will never get easier, he supposes.

The whole of the Survey Corps is here, listening as Erwin explains their fallback. The man in question holds up a thin case, open to reveal a syringe and a bottle of clear, slightly yellowish fluid. "Whoever gets injected with this will become a Titan." he says, "And by that I mean the mindless, man-eating Titans you are all familiar with. A Titan without any intelligence."

"As you all already know, Titans were possibly originally derived from human beings." he continues, "Today I'll be explaining how to properly administer this serum. Once used, one could steal the power of Titans such as the Colossal, Armored, or Beast Titan. If that were to happen, that Titan would regain his or her intelligence, along with their human form, and be able to shift between them, like Eren Jäger."

Eren feels a few gazes turn to him, and Mikasa's hand squeezes his gently under the table.

"I need everyone here to be aware of this. Granted, our main goal is to eliminate all the intelligent Titans and recapture Wall Maria. But if the opportunity arises, I would like to take one of the Titan's power. With it would come valuable information, and the healing of a person near-death." Erwin pauses, "This will only be administered to an injured soldier. If you capture a Shifter, cut off their arms and legs and call Captain Levi. He will be carrying the injection. And remember, there is only one." he says, handing the now-closed case to Levi, who takes it with a somber nod.

There are some closing words, but Eren doesn't hear them. He is occupied with looking around the room. Somebody in this room will soon be a Titan Shifter, if fate smiles upon them. Granted, fate tends to have a twisted sense of humor, and things almost never go according to plan. His gaze lands on the members of Squad Levi, his friends ever since his trainee days.

Everyone wears a similar, somber, contemplating expression. Eren recalls how Erwin stated that only an injured soldier would receive the serum. He can't help the harrowing images his mind bombards him with of his all his friends being injured. Worst of all being Armin and Mikasa. Both of whom he turns to and offers a sad smile, and they return it in kind, understanding his thoughts without a single word shared between them.

Erwin dismisses everyone, and they all stand to leave.

Eren takes Armin and Mikasa's hands, leading them away and outside. They don't speak, they simply walk hand-in-hand, Armin keeps his gaze on the ground, Mikasa leans against Eren's shoulder, and he keeps his turquoise orbs fixated on the stars.

"So..."

Eren smiles at the attempt at conversation, and he looks at Armin inquisitively, "So?"

Armin chuckles breathlessly, and Mikasa hums in tentative mirth. "It was too quiet." he sighs.

Eren nods, "Yeah...yeah I know." he inhales a deep breath and comes to a stop, ushering his trio to sit on the grass. "Quiet because there's nothing to say." he murmurs.

Armin rests his chin in his hand, "I wish there was less time between now and the expedition." he says.

Mikasa peers around Eren's shoulder, "What do you mean?"

Armin scoffs, "I can't take all this waiting, it makes me anxious. And there's next to nothing to do between now and then besides the few meetings we have planned. I just...want this to be over." he uses his free hand to pull up grass, tossing it into the slight breeze. "I want everything to be over and done with. I want to go see the ocean with you guys...see the fields of ice and fiery water..." he trails off with an endearing smile at their childhood memory.

Eren and Mikasa glance at one another, it's the same for everybody, everybody feels the same. And they both feel the same about seeing the outside world. So they understand him completely.

"A foolish idea." Armin sighs, tossing his latest handful of grass and leaning back on the heels of his hands.

"It's not foolish." Mikasa corrects, reaching across Eren's lap to place her hand over the blonde's knee. "Granted, not exactly realistic, at the moment, but it's not foolish, Armin." she smiles.

Armin hums, "Maybe."

"Try not to think about it." Eren placates, laying back to mimic Armin, and Mikasa follows suit.

'It will all be over soon after all, one way or another, no matter the outcome...' he thinks to himself, glancing at either of his companions. Armin's eyes are closed, and he has the lightest smile on his lips. Mikasa is looking at the stars, and he can see them reflected in her onyx eyes. The sights bring a smile to his own lips, "I love you guys, you know?"

Armin bursts into incredulous laughter.

Mikasa rolls onto her side and props her arm up, "I sure as hell know that." she leans forward to kiss Eren's forehead, taking in his following blush with a smile.

"I am not kissing you too." Armin chuckles. "I know Mikasa doesn't mind, but that was a bit too intimate for me."

Eren playfully socks him in the arm, "Like a brother! Geez!" he laughs, "Love you like a brother, okay? Besides, you got all mushy on us this morning, consider it payback."

Armin shakes his head and nods, "Okay then."

Mikasa shuffles closer to Eren and lays her head in the crook of his arm. "Are we going to stay out here all night?"

"Nope." Eren grins, glancing at her with a suspicious brow raised. "Why? Did you have something in mind?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." Mikasa lifts her head to say.

Armin sits up and clears his throat, catching their attention. "Should I make myself scarce?"

Mikasa laughs, sitting up and holding a hand out for Eren, "No, we'll do the honors, you can stay if you want." she says with a wink, pushing her confused partner along.

"G-Goodnight Armin!" Eren waves over his shoulder.

"We all know you aren't going to be sleeping!" Armin calls back.

Eren pauses, a difficult task - considering Mikasa's insistent nudging - and shrugs, "I'm still going to bed later." he grins as he allows her to lead him along again.

Armin lays back down with a sigh, chuckling over their behavior, and feeling far less somber. While he still has an underlying worry at the back of his mind, he'll leave it there just for tonight. Those two have a way of lifting his spirits, even if they're a little too flirty sometimes. Not that he minds all that much, it's always nice to see their relationship developing like that.

Nice to see some positivity in such a world.

"I suppose I should go lay down then." Eren snickers when she lets go of his hand to shut and lock the door to his bedroom.

"I suppose you should." Mikasa turns on her heel and leans up against the door. She gives a light, mirthful hum as she watches him kick off his boots and make himself comfortable on the bed. He tucks both hands behind his head and crosses his legs at the ankles, smiling as he closes his eyes.

She doesn't make a move to follow, staying where she is and studying him. It's a pastime she indulges in often enough for one to interpret it as obsession. Not that she minds it being seen as such, she'd shamelessly declare that she's obsessed with him. In a good way that is. In a can't-get-enough of him manner. The thought makes her giggle quietly.

"Going to join me?" he asks, not bothering to open his eyes and see her response.

She bites her lip and pushes off from the wood of the door, following suit with her own shoes before she sits at the foot of the bed. His smile widens when he feels her weight upon the bed, and he pats the mattress to motion for her to come closer. She raises a brow, and she doesn't heed his invitation, but rather trails her finger down the inside of his ankle.

He flinches away from her touch and peeks at her through one eye, "What are you doing?"

She shrugs, letting that same finger return to his skin and trail upwards, over his pants, and up his leg. Her body follows closely, and she smirks when he shrinks back into the pillow at the sight of the dark shadows of lust in her predatory eyes. She plants her knees between his, forcing him to spread his legs. And his breath hitches when she teasingly brushes her nails against his inner thigh. She soon turns her attention entirely to the tent he's pitching in his pants when it twitches at her touch.

She tilts her head to the side, resting her weight on her unoccupied arm, and brings the heel of her palm down lightly on his erection. His hips jolt upward into her hand, and she peers up at him through her lashes when a muffled groan escapes his lips. "Mikasa..." he breathes, partially in reverence of her practiced palming, and partially due to the fact that he'll need time to cool down if she decides to bring him to his orgasm.

She only acknowledges the former meaning of his warning, putting a little more pressure on him, and relishing the delectable, shuttering breath he huffs out. "Oh God, okay that's it." he gasps, sitting up and tugging her up by her shoulders until she's straddling him.

She grunts as he flips them, his lips descending to her jaw and feathering down the column of her neck. "You'd think it wasn't just two days ago we did this last." she breathes, threading her fingers through his hair while he kisses her collarbone and unbuttons her shirt.

"Two days?" he says, voice laced with incredulity, "It's been that long?" he adds huskily.

She giggles, the sound soon accentuated into a soft gasp when his tongue dips into her clavicle. She uses her occupied hand to tilt his head and gently pull him up to be level with her face. She leans up into reach, and her teeth tug at his bottom lip, luring him in for a deep kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth at the earliest possible moment. He manages a chuckle against her mouth, stifling the noise when she thrusts her free hand into his pants.

"Not into savoring it tonight?" he murmurs against her lips.

"Savoring it? You mean like this?" she responds by dragging her hand torturously slowly down his length. And she kisses him again, swallowing his sharp groan and the thrust of his hips into her hand.

"Keep that up and I'll have to finish you with my hands." he breaks away to gasp, biting his lip when her grip tightens momentarily.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she grins.

"Mikasa..." he chuckles, sitting back on his haunches.

She smiles, pulling her hands back so she can push her pants down the length of her legs. She tugs her bra over her head and hooks her leg around his waist. He eagerly shuffles closer, bracing himself with hands in the pillow on either side of her chest. He takes a moment to remove the scarf from her neck, giving her a tentative, almost-chastising smile as he does so.

She re-buries her hands in his hair and closes her eyes in bliss as he moves to kiss a trail down her neck, laving gently at some points. His teeth drag lightly over her collarbone, and she shivers with the gooseflesh that follows.

"Mmm..." she bites her lip to muffle her moan when his warm, wet mouth covers her right breast, tongue swirling far too lightly against the nipple. He shifts his weight to one arm, allowing one hand to grip her opposite breast. He kneads lightly and grazes a blunt nail against the sensitive skin there.

Her hips buck upward, desperate for friction against her pulsing nethers. "Eren." she murmurs, breath stolen by his calloused hand, now dragging along her ribs, down her sides, and coming to a slow, teasing stop on her hip.

His thumb rubs a circle against the pronounced dimple there, and he moves his oral ministrations to her other breast. She nudges her hip into his hand, silently begging for his touch, of which he gives, but not where she wants it. His fingers instead graze the inside of her thigh, trailing down to her ankle before coming back up. "Eren?" she gives a light whine, hands moving from his hair to try and direct his hands.

"Just wait a moment, Mikasa." he pulls back from her breast to say, pressing his lips to the swell of it and then reaching up to press them to her jaw.

"Okay, I waited a moment." she bites her lip, giggling when he trails his fingers across her stomach. The sweet sound of which is abruptly cut off in a wanton moan when he slips two of those same fingers into her waiting folds. She inhales sharply, mouth opening in a silent gasp and head digging into the plush of her pillow as her back arches. His lips have followed his hand, and he tongues lightly at her sensitive skin, laving a tantalizing trail of warmth and euphoria.

"Ahh...hah..." she pants, hips rolling upwards to meet the thrust of his fingers and the stroke of his tongue. His free hand gently drags up and down the length of her leg, and she reaches down to thread her fingers through his hair again, lightly brushing the tangled locks in an attempt to stay grounded.

He presses her hips down, he doesn't move to murmur the words: "Hold still." and she gasps at the movement against her lower lips, one hand moving to grasp at the sheets desperately.

"Do that aga-mmf! Fuck." she mumbles, "Again." she manages to finish her sentence with her next breath.

He smirks and mimics his earlier movement, blood rushing to his groin at the sound of her delirious, broken speech that follows. Her hand tightens its hold in his air, almost to the point of discomfort, and he adds a third finger to speed her along.

She moans, tossing her head back as her toes curl and her back arches in ecstasy. A loud gasp, followed by the stiffening of her muscles, and she goes limp, shuddering and panting. He parts from her with a soft smile, rubbing a circle on her thigh as he shuffles to his knees and moves to hover over her again. He kisses her neck, tongue laving over skin, of which is covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"If that's what you mean by savoring..." she exhales with a smile as he moves to kiss her forehead and eyelids tenderly.

He chuckles and kisses her once more - chastely - on the lips, before tugging his pants from his waist and kicking them off. She admires him appreciatively as he does so, blushing despite the fact that she's already seen him so many times before. He catches her ogling and scoffs, reddening in embarrassment, "Oi..." he scolds.

She spreads her legs in response.

He barks a laugh, shaking his head and moving to brace himself above her once again. She hums and adjusts her position, wrapping her ankles around his back as the familiar sensation of stretching to accommodate him overloads her senses. He presses his lips to her jawline, smiling against her soft skin when she moans in his ear.

She tugs him in closer, nudging him into range of her lips. He accommodates her and swallows her next moan, letting out a quiet moan of his own when she clenches around the length of him. She fists her hands in his shirt, and he gasps in surprise when she rolls, coming out on top of him. "You forgot to take this off." she thumbs the fabric and taps his nose with her finger, sitting back to brace herself with both hands against his abdomen.

He pants, hands moving to grip her hips when she starts to rock them back and forth. Setting a slow, tantalizing rhythm that has him biting his lip to keep the onslaught of primal noises she's pulling from him quiet. She leans forward to kiss him, still rolling her hips as much as she's able, "Don't do that...you're not...loud anyways." she pants, bringing one hand up to caress his cheek, and he covers it with his own.

He huffs a laugh, the sound breaking off when his face twists and his eyes screw shut in pleasure as she increases the pace. She sits back, fingers trailing down his chest on their way back to his abdomen, and he shudders at the chills the move elicits. "Ah-ahh..." he gasps, fists clenching against her rocking hips as he bucks up into her.

He manages to pry his eyes open and peer down at her while she works. He glides one hand up over the swell of her hip and on to her breast, cupping it gently and thumbing the peak. She moans, leaning more heavily on his chest while she frees one hand and slips it into the apex of her thighs.

He grunts, the erotic sight just enough to push him past his breaking point, and with a shuddering moan he bucks up into her. His hand moves back to her hips, holding them down to still their constant movement. She gasps, exhaling sharply as her walls convulse around him. At which point she relaxes, laying on his clothes chest and sighing deeply.

He pants, dragging one hand up and across the expanse of her sweat-sheeted back, scratching gently in the way he knows she likes. She hugs him closer, nuzzling into his neck and kissing the equally sweaty skin there. "Tired?" she murmurs against his pulse.

"Mmhmm." he sighs, bringing his opposite hand up into her hair, stroking gently.

"These next couple weeks...they're going to be kind of boring." she says matter-of-factly.

He hums in agreement, "Yeah, and?" he prods.

She chuckles, "We should spend some time with everyone. Can't spend every day in here fucking, you know." she adds cheekily.

He laughs, rolling to his side and bringing her with him, "Yeah, I know."

"Good."

"I'll be sure to remind you of that."

"Eren!" she smacks his shoulder.

"What? You're the one who started it, again."

"You started it last time."

"Well you started it this morning." he retorts, silencing her with a kiss, "Not that I'll ever mind." he murmurs, pecking her soft lips a few more times for good measure.

"God you're cute." she sighs.

He recoils from their post-coital cuddling with a scoff, "Cute?"

"Oh shush, I'm allowed to call you cute." she pulls him back in and nuzzles into his chest, "Now go to sleep, you big baby."

"Mika..."

"Nickname!"

"Sorry."

A.N.

Almost done with this, it makes me sad but happy at the same time when I get here with a story.