The ground is hard on Eren's knees and it doesn't help that he can't see the surrounding area to be entirely sure of what is going on. He's knows there's a tight scarf blindfolded around his eyes, that his wrists are tied together loosely with rope that burns his skin when he tries to move it off. He could easily stand up, as his ankles aren't bound, but he doesn't. He is, however, acutely aware of his environment; he can smell the dirt from the earth, hear the sound of rustling leaves, and feel the cool breeze from the evening on his skin. Raised flesh on his arms keeps him alert and he nearly jumps when he hears words whispered into his ear: "Are you ready?"
He's unsure why it startles him so much, as he knows the only person around him is Mikasa. They're in the woods together, taking advantage of a rare chance to be alone. He's spent the last few minutes intentionally listening for her next move, her next action; but she was as silent as she is stealthy and her skills far outrank his. He knows she likes him best this way, on his knees and compliant for her – he suspects it has something to do with him never listening to her words unless he's in this position. His knees ache from being rested in the same position for so long, but he doesn't much mind; he likes trying to guess her next move.
A smirk he isn't aware of appears on his face and he feels Mikasa tighten the scarf around his eyes, darkening his vision just a little more. She threads her hands in his hair, tugging his head back as she says, "I asked you a question. Are you ready?"
There's a nip at his jaw, a rough tug on his hair before he answers, "Aren't I always?"
Mikasa can't speak, but she isn't bothered too much by the inability; she's a person of few words as it is. The scarf normally around her neck is being used as a temporary gag, tied loosely behind her. She knows she could push it out with her tongue if she truly wanted. She's clothed but barely, lying in only her underwear and a large, old shirt. Earlier, they had made a game of removing her excess clothes, spending too much time teasing each other in-between. Now she thinks it's a little cruel to have removed her clothes, as she always leaves Eren fully dressed when she toys with him.
No, she doesn't at all mind the gagging or being half-naked. What is frustrating to her is the way she's being made to stare at the wall, unable to speak of how much she hates being forced to stare at said wall. She can hear movement behind her, but she can't move to look; her legs and wrists are bound together to their respective partners, done so by a knot similar to the one she often ties up Eren with.
He's learning to take notes from her, apparently.
There are fingers on the bottoms of her feet, tickling her. She tries to kick his hand away but he grabs her ankles and holds her still. She doesn't have to see his expression to know he's smirking, no doubt enjoying this moment in time when he's stronger than her when he so often isn't. These are his favorite moments with her.
It's a warm night and her shirt clings to her skin. When Eren starts to lift it up from her back, it feels like a second layer of skin being peeled away. This is her favorite part with him, the curiosity of wondering what he'll do to her next. She feels his lips touch the top of her spine and leave kisses downward, carefully going over and around her bound wrists. He stops at the base of her spine; she feels his cool teeth against her flushed skin and knows he's smiling.
"Are you ready?" he breathes, raising the flesh beneath it. She can't vocalize a response, but he already knows her answer.
They both like it best when the scarf lies between them, resting on the bed like a sleeping child. Mikasa takes in the scent and thinks of the day she met Eren, quite possibly the worst and best day of her life; Eren thinks of home, and he swears if he catches just the right scent from the right corner, he can still smell his mothers cooking. But for all its soothing powers, it can't perform miracles. It doesn't always keep away bad dreams or make them forget memories. What it does do is bond them together in far more ways than one.
Mikasa lays her head down next to Eren's, watches him arrange the scarf around her neck to splay out between them. He lays his head down next to hers, the scarf close to his nose, as he asks, "Ready?"
She yawns, leaning in and pressing a sleepy kiss to his lips before she answers, "Aren't I always?"