Setting: Chapter 53, oh you know when ;D

Words: 1461

Rating:T

Notes:I couldn't get this silly thing out of my head so I just wrote it out. Come on, once she knew Eren was okay, how could she not notice that body of his. I liked writing this because I like seeing this side of Mikasa. She's a bad ass lady, but she's still a teenage girl with a big ol' crush on Eren. The title of course is the title of the timeless classic by the Bloodhound Gang.

Bad Touch

Mikasa was normally tolerant of Hanji's experiments. After all, she very well knew they needed to be conducted, and it wasn't against Eren's will. But she knew when enough was enough.

Hanji was still shouting about drawing his face. She had a firm hold on Eren but Mikasa wasn't waiting any longer. This had been the third experiment, and clearly his body was too worn out for this. Any longer and they'd lose him. Her blades slid through the hot flesh holding onto Eren causing Hanji to fall backwards still holding on to him tight. She was shouting something, whether at Mikasa or someone else she didn't really care. Mikasa was kneeling beside Eren's still steaming body the moment she could. He seemed okay, his limbs were still growing, slower than normal but growing. His face looked like most of it was still missing, but his chest was rising and falling. He was unconscious, but alive.

Mikasa let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She placed a hand on his upper arm while Hanji still had a hold on him. His skin was still hot but soft. And firm.

A hell of a lot more firm than she ever remembered.

Mikasa looked down to where her hand laid on Eren's arm, well, arm wouldn't be quite an adequate description anymore. That was a bicep. Her fingers moved slightly over the dips and the bumps of the muscles that covered his arm. When did that happen? She had been with him every day since they got him back, and she was pretty sure he wasn't lifting weights while being kidnapped. How did she not notice this?

She nearly had a heart attack when Eren's weight and bare skin was suddenly in her arms. She quickly reached out to grab him before he fell on the ground. Chills raced down her spine as the skin of his chest brushed against her arms.

"Sorry, Mikasa, I thought you had a hold of him." Hanji reached out to help steady Eren in her arms.

"Ah, yeah, I wasn't paying attention, sorry." She could feel Hanji's eyes on her as Mikasa ducked her head under Eren's arm to lift him to his feet. She reached her arm around his back only to have her hand brush over even more dips in his body as she held her hand to his waist. Mikasa felt a small gasp escape her lips as her eyes glanced down at Eren's chest.

Jesus.

Now she was positive he did not look like that the last time she saw him without a shirt on. Her fingers dug into him, her cheeks heating up slightly as her eyes wouldn't move from those pecs and those abs.

"You got him?"

Hanji's skeptical voice snapped Mikasa's head up, remembering just where she was. "Y-yeah," she cleared her throat, hoping Hanji couldn't see the blush she knew was on her cheeks. "I take it we are leaving?"

Hanji was still eyeing her but nodded. "Let's get him in the carriage. Chances are he isn't waking up for a while." Hanji turned away to head over where the others were waiting for them. With a shaky breath, Mikasa tightened her grip on Eren and began to follow everyone.

She tried to keep her eyes ahead of her but all she wanted to do was just stare down at the boy she was carrying in all his glory. To slide her hand off his waist and onto his stomach. The thought of it cause heat to flood her own stomach.

Oh, God, she mentally scolded herself, moving her wandering eyes back up to her destination. You're carrying your unconscious, regenerating, and possibly sick best friend back to safety and all you can think about is copping a feel. Stop it.

Her mental warning seemed to go unheeded since her hand slipped downwards slightly when she went to adjust Eren as she carried him. His pelvic muscles brushed against her fingers causing heat to rise up once more in her face and filling up her whole body this time.

Mikasa fully admitted to herself that she was in love with the boy but he had always been on the scrawny side. All of this muscle she was carrying right now had not been Eren. Ever. No one could compare to Eren in her mind. Not that mop of hair, not those turquoise eyes, that smile, that intense face. She felt her breath hitch just thinking about him. But there were plenty of guys in their squad whose arms, legs, chests were that of a god; Mikasa would never deny she didn't notice.

Though that day in the field.

She had been afraid for his life, for hers, and knowing this could be the end she just couldn't die without telling him. Feeling stunned would be an understatement when he stepped in between her and the titan. It was a haze those moments but she could still see his broad shoulders over her, his arms reached up to protect her. She had never seen him like that before.

"Are you feeling hot, Mikasa?" Historia moved aside in the cart snapping Mikasa from her thoughts.

Mikasa hadn't even known she had made it the way to the cart. She looked up at Historia, the girl's hands out to help lift Eren up. "What?"

"Your face," she gestured to her cheeks. "It's really red."

Mikasa swallowed hard. "Yeah, Eren's still steaming a little."

A little? More like steaming hot right now. Mikasa felt her face heat up even more as her mind had decided not to listen to a word of her better judgment. She lifted Eren up as Christa helped pull him in. Hanji was already there waiting by the small mat. Mikasa jumped in and wrapped her arms around his body to carry him over to the mat.

Seriously? He even had to get the back muscles too? Her hands held tight onto him, but not without sliding down his back, rather unnecessarily, as she laid him down.

Hanji looked over him, his body smoking just a little as his body tried to grow back. "He'll be fine, his bodys growing back just fine."

Mikasa didn't realize that was directed at her until she looked up from Eren's face seeing Hanji staring at her. She also didn't notice how her hand was gripping onto his arm again. She looked back down to Eren afraid that if she met Hanji's gaze her face would turn as red as her scarf.

Eren's face still hadn't fully come back, but she could still see him there. He was never less of Eren to her. Not for a moment.

Especially this moment because he was a whole lot of Eren.

Oh, Jesus. When did she turn into such a teenage girl. Still, now that he was laid out in front of her, it was becoming increasingly hard not to just stare at him. Her hand twitched away from his arm and onto his stomach, fingers slowly running over the bumps of muscle she had never known he had. Her fingers trailed upwards getting dangerously close to those pecs of his. When was the last time she had even saw him-

"Mikasa?"

Her whole body froze, realizing her mind had gotten the best of her in front of two of her squad members. She looked up slowly, seeing Hanji leaning over Eren close to her face.

"Yes?" she answered in a small voice she didn't know belonged to her.

"I'm pretty sure he doesn't have any wounds there."

Mikasa would have thought Hanji to be serious, but that wide grin on her face told her otherwise. She retracted her hand, placing it back near Eren's arm as her face gave her away completely, she could feel it.

Hanji leaned back, still smiling. "Hey, at least it was me and not Levi. I understand, something tells me he wouldn't."

"I wouldn't. Ackerman, feel him up on your own time. We do have more important things going on than your hormones."

Even just the voice coming from the front of the carriage was enough to make Mikasa cringe. Hanji was back looking over Eren but Mikasa could tell she was trying not to laugh. While Christa didn't seem to care one way or another the fact she was even here was horrifying enough.

The day she really got to see how much Eren had changed from when they left their home, was also the day her squad leaders saw how much she wanted to touch her best friend's body.

But, her mind prompted her. You still get a ride in the back of the carriage with him.

You know, it really wasn't that bad.