It would be a lie to say Mikasa never had the fear of Eren suddenly losing interest in her. After all, her life was known to constantly shift and the things she cared most dearly for would always be ripped from her fingers. Eren losing affections was the better of two evils, honestly, she'd much rather have him hate her and alive than love her and dead. This did not mean it made possible rejection any easier, oh no, she found the insecurity she pretended to ignore creep up when he'd snap at her or criticize her overbearingly protective nature.
However, whenever such a thing were to happen, he'd always approach her later at mealtimes with quiet words and eyes cast shamefully on the ground. It would go unspoken that he had apologized while she had in turn forgiven, and they'd continue their dinner with their usual gentle, barely perceptible flirtations. It was over everyone's head but Armin's, who always felt himself ease when the two young loves would allow the subtle tension to dissipate.
In this particular afternoon, the two young soldiers had slipped into a dusty closet to do as their comrades so eloquently put: "make out". Oddly enough, it was Mikasa who cared less of subtlety, while Eren would blush and huff with lame excuses having to do with some invented task the corporal had enlisted them.
Still, Eren gladly took the moment to show his affections to his (unannounced, but still very obviously) girlfriend.
His mouth on hers always resulted in that fuzzy, exhilarating feeling that buzzed in her abdomen and flew up her chest to reside in her brain; keeping the young woman from thinking clearly. She welcomed the sensation with open arms, loving the moments that distracted her mind from the cries of the helpless dying and the stench of the dead.
The titan shifter's lips were moving earnestly, pressing against Mikasa's in such a way a rather sticky noise erupted every time he would pull away. The sound sent electric shocks to both of their stomachs, earning a small moan from Mikasa. Eager to please once more, Eren opened his mouth to create the space and moisture necessary to create such a delectable sound. When his lips parted, she found herself responding in kind. A flood of breathe filled her tastes that was so dizzying; so full of moisture and heat and Eren…
She pressed her tongue forward to gain more of that sensation, and suddenly she was in his mouth.
His breath hitched at the sensation, making Mikasa unconsciously tense in response, embarrassed that she had made such a forward gesture. Hesitantly, he caressed the wet organ that had flooded his orifice with his own tongue, a shiver creeping up his spine at the new intimacy. Instinctively he reached forward to hold her hips with his hands-an action that had Mikasa swallowing at the added touch. Shyly she wrapped her own arms about his neck and was pleased when he tugged her closer; their heat mingling and beginning to steam the tiny room.
Her best friend's body pressed against her torso sent strange sensitivities pushing through her blood. The fluid rushed up beneath her skin when his mouth hungrily dragged past her cheek to her snowy neck; now flushed with the heat of the moment. Between her legs she began to twitch, something that seemed rather odd, considering the situation. It was as uncomfortable as it was pleasurable, craving things she had never thought to want in the first place. She couldn't quite place what her body desired; only the fact that she wanted more; more of his touch and taste and heat and kisses. Their tongues had begun a fierce battle of wills, breaths puffing between each caress.
Suddenly he was pushing her back against the wall of the closet, mouth moving so quickly across her skin she could hardly tell where he was. She closed her eyes and bit her lip at the teeth that marked their presence on her jaw before grabbing her lips once more. She kissed back with fervency, arms tightening around his shoulders.
When a leg pushed itself between Mikasa's as a way to prop her up, the buzz and twitching in that area became a shock that caused her fingers to grip at tense shoulders and pushed an odd sort of whine from her occupied mouth.
A wave of panic stilled her lips and tore open her eyes. Eren immediately felt the change and slowed his movements, pulling away gradually with a heaving chest. A string of saliva connected their mouths and she quickly mashed her lips together in hopes it would take care of the excess spittle.
"What's wrong?" He asked through his heavy respiring. His green eyes were glazed and alive in a way that Mikasa had never seen. It was not the same as when the lust for blood overtook his expression in passionate fury, no, it was a different sort of brainless yearning that had her heart racing in apprehension.
"I…" Mikasa bit her lip and closed her eyes again. Eren raised a shaky finger to release the swollen flesh from white teeth, and the corners of her mouth turned up at this small gesture. She gave a breathy heave that the green eyed boy recognized as a chuckle, and it soothed the two teenagers.
"We should be getting back." She murmured after a moment, casting her eyes to the small space that had unknowingly been created between their bodies.
Eren's brow furrowed and he began to open his mouth in protest, but stopped mid-inhale to shake his head and remove one of his hands from Mikasa's hip to run it through his hair.
"Yeah, we should." He concluded in a rather forced tone. He was determined not to lose complete control, and engaging in their rather passionate make out session seemed to be doing just that.
Both hands had been removed from Mikasa's hips at this point, one of them rubbing his neck while the other implanted itself in a small pocket; attempting futilely to resituate his uncomfortable erection surreptitiously. His body was turned away from Mikasa's to do so, and she felt a sting of longing from the lack of contact.
She began running fingers through her hair, relieved to find it neater than expected. When Ymir and Krista would reappear at meal times, Ymir's chaotic brown locks always gave away the previous whereabouts of the female couple.
"Okay, I'll check to see if the coast is clear." Eren mumbled, opening the door a crack to peer outside.
"There's no real point, Eren." She responded, her warm breath on the back of his neck causing him to shiver. "Everyone already figured it out a while ago."
"You don't know that." He muttered under his breath, leaning away from the slightly opened door. "Okay, coast is clear."
Eren curiously paused for a moment, as if contemplating what action next to take. He then spun around to place a light kiss on Mikasa's lips before swinging the door open to dash outside before a soldier could catch the two cadets leaving the small confinement. A blush had retaken residence on her cheeks, giving away any possible secrecy that would've been possible in that moment.
That night, as Mikasa lay her in bed with an autumn breeze wafting through a cracked window, those precious heated moments replayed behind her eyes and beneath her skin. Each recollection of a caress or kiss sent ghosts of electricity flying through her veins in heated shocks, drying her throat while her lower body dewed expectantly. Every sensation was so new and forbidden that her thighs began to clench in hopes for relief from the pleasurable vexation.
With a hesitant hand, Mikasa pushed three fingers from her right hand down her sleep pants, beneath the underwear, past the wiry hair tickling her palm. A shock of feeling greeted her shaky touch, along with a wetness that had her brow furrowing and breath beginning to tremble in her lungs.
She moved softly, curiously, discovering the territory that had never offered such peculiar reactions in all her years of life.
A/N
…..This felt so weird to write, not gonna lie. I really focused on the first real make out session our little angsty couple had. The one that first "makes our toes curl" you know? (God I hate that expression.) I remember mine, and I sort of used that as a reference for all the sensations. Due to their innocence I didn't want it to escalate too fast, as I feel two inexperienced teenagers wouldn't immediately have a completely mind blowing experience and orgasm-on-contact make out session. This seemed realistic enough, though. :)
Btw I have a head canon that Mikasa always slept on her own in the castle (I'm not sure whether they shared rooms or not like they did in training) due to nightmares that would wake others up. So sorry for any inconsistencies that may occur between the manga and my fanfiction.
A little off topic, but my inbox is always open for story requests or suggestions. PM me if you like!