Pairing: Eren/Mikasa & Connie/Sasha (if you please ;3)
Setting: Modern AU; High school
Rating: T (Language and Sexual Implications)
Words: 2555
Notes: Totally inspired by a comment left by kowabungalow who thought Sasha would go about different ways to get Eren and Mikasa together and finally just get fed up and have to do something a bit more drastic because damn they take too long. The title is from "Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore" by REO Speedwagon.
I Only Wish I Had the Strength to Let it Show
Sasha loved Mikasa, she did. Mikasa was Sasha's best friend for years now; they spent so many sleepovers together, so many secrets, so many poor received make overs, so many nights laughing till their stomachs hurt but Sasha told it like it was. Sasha loved Mikasa, but Mikasa needed to man up and grow some for once. In all those years, Sasha flittered around which boys were cute, who she'd kiss who she'd never go near but Mikasa never changed, there was always only one boy on her mind.
Granted, Sasha couldn't blame her; Mikasa had a gorgeous neighbor. Eren might've been a little scrawny thing when he was growing up, though Mikasa never seemed to mind, by the time they hit their upperclassman years puberty had done him well. He grew into that body of his, turquoise eyes bright against his naturally tanned skin and messy brown hair. He might not have been Sasha's type but she could appreciate. Mikasa was the one who was smitten and hard but refused to actually make a move.
Okay, so they were childhood friends, Sasha got that but it was getting ridiculous. Mikasa was too afraid that telling Eren would ruin their friendship, that he only ever saw her as his friend next door. She didn't seem to notice the way he turned down plenty of prospective dates to hang out with her instead.
Scratch that, that both were ridiculous. Sasha knew she had to do something or they were gonna drive her insane. She started out small, leaving bits of make up in Mikasa's bathroom that suited her complexion perfectly in Sasha's humble opinion. She moved from there to shopping for the cutest outfits for Mikasa's petite but very fit form and passed them off to her saying Sasha just found them in her room and didn't want them anymore.
Honestly, it was genius if anyone asked Sasha. She watched Mikasa start to dress up just a bit more and watched the way Eren's eyes only saw her on any given moment of the day. Sasha didn't mind because she was positive Eren liked Mikasa in no makeup and sweatpants (no, really, Sahsa watch him flirt with Mikasa right when she rolled outta the bed before). Sasha was just trying to get them to make a move already, but how dense could these two be? She even purposely left out Mikasa's laciest bra and panties very visibly in her room when Sasha knew Eren was coming over but still nothing! It was outrageous; normal people would be all over each other by now but no, these two still hadn't even kissed yet.
Sasha needed to up her game, and she knew exactly how to do it. It was just so handy Eren literally lived a house away. She grinned as she stared out Mikasa's open window, seeing the light still on in Eren's room right across from hers. Jesus, they were cliché weren't they?
"Sasha, what're you doing?" Mikasa asked, walking into her bedroom but leaving the door open; the handle was broke so it would've locked them in if it closed.
Sasha looked up to see Mikasa had changed into a simple spaghetti strap tank top and short shorts obviously ready for bed. Well, it was a start but Sasha could do better. "Enjoying the summer air," Sasha smiled, already dressed in her pjs.
Mikasa arched an eyebrow but sat down on her bed without another question.
"So," Sasha stood up walking over to Mikasa's bed in the center of the room. "When're your parents coming home?"
Mikasa laid back, her head hitting her pillow. "Almost a week. They're on vacation after all. My mom cooked plenty of food before she left if that was your way of asking is there food."
Sasha shook her head though she was glad she knew that now. "I was just thinking maybe we should invite a certain boy next door over for a bit."
Mikasa's cheeks flushed red. "I don't know, it's late he's probably asleep." She sat up, pulling her legs up to her chest; she'd look cute if Sasha hadn't seen her make the same excuses for years now.
"His light is still on."
"Sasha," Mikasa sighed, resting her chin on her knees. "Who says he'd even want to come over?"
"Well, me for one," Sasha said. "But you'll never know if you don't ask."
Mikasa bit at her lip. "I don't know…"
Sasha plopped down on the bed. "What's the worst that could happen? He says, 'nah, I can't'. No harm, no foul."
Mikasa still looked unsure which really wasn't much of a surprise.
"C'mon," Sasha nudged Mikasa with a foot. "Your parents aren't home to send him home at a 'reasonable' hour. It's just us, we can all hang out. I know you want him here, don't deny it."
"Okay fine." Mikasa reached for her phone with a shaky hand. "But drop it if he says no."
Sasha raised her pointer and middle fingers. "Scout's honor."
Mikasa pressed Eren's number and held the phone to her ear. "You got kicked out of the Girl's Scouts."
"Details." Sasha waved it off.
Mikasa opened her mouth to say something but judging by the way her eyes lit up Eren must've answered. "Hey, I'm sorry did I wake you?" There was a pause. "Oh nothing, Sasha's here and we thought we'd see if maybe you wanted to come over and hang out?" She stopped for his answer. "No, they're on some tropical island somewhere." Another pause. "Oh, okay, well, we'll see you soon." There was that bright smile as she hung up the phone call.
"I told you so," Sasha sing-songed.
Mikasa reached out to kick Sasha but she had already jumped off the bed and headed to Mikasa's drawers. Phase I was complete; it was time to amp it up.
"What're you doing?" Mikasa asked but Sasha kept digging till she found the perfect bra; a dark lacy one with just the right umpf. She was pretty sure she forced Mikasa to buy it.
Sasha tossed the bra at Mikasa. "Wear this one and…" She dug through the drawer again before throwing the matching panties too.
"It's not like I'm gonna sleep with him," Mikasa mumbled, her face red as she held the set limply in her fingers.
"You've known each other long enough I wouldn't judge. Go on and get changed its just for show, relax."
Mikasa sighed but she slipped into the bathroom to change.
So far so good, Sasha smirked to herself. Now if the rest of the night cooperated she'd never have to deal with those two's ridiculous sexual again. "Do I need to let him in?" Sasha called to the bathroom door.
"No, he knows where the spare key is."
"Are you telling me he knows how to get in here at any time and you two still haven't slept together?"
Mikasa popped her head out of the bathroom door. "Sasha, knock it off. He's my best friend not my fuck buddy."
"Yeah, you'd rather him be both at the same time."
"Will you shut up? He'll be here soon." Mikasa plopped back down on her bed, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her top.
The bra looked much better and the lace could be seen poking out from under Mikasa's tank top. Oh yeah, she was good; Eren was gonna be drooling over Mikasa. Granted, Sahsa didn't have to do too much since Eren was already smitten with Mikasa even if she didn't know it.
"Knock, Knock. Sorry I didn't bring my pillow to have a pillow fight or anything."
Sasha turned to see the boy in question standing in the doorway. He was grinning though, his eyes were more on Mikasa than Sasha but that was perfectly fine. "It's okay," Sasha said. "You don't have the right attire anyway. You're pajama pants aren't booty short enough and your tank isn't booby enough."
"God, here I thought I came appropriately dressed."
"You can borrow mine," Mikasa said, looking like she was trying not to laugh.
"Mikasa," Eren said walking into sit down on the edge of the bed. "I'm pretty sure I'd Hulk outta any of your clothes.
Mikasa did laugh this time and because she did she missed the way Eren's face lit up at her laughter. Those dorks. Sasha'd kill them if she didn't love them so much.
"So what were you guys up to before you decided to make this a block party?" Eren asked, kicking his feet up on the bed.
"We were just hanging out," Mikasa shrugged. "Are you hungry? My mom left plenty of food."
"As much as I love your mom's cooking, I'm okay, thanks."
"We could put on a movie?" Mikasa suggested, gesturing towards the TV. "Your choice."
"My choice?" Eren rubbed his hands together. "Alright." He stood up and went over to the stack of movies she kept in her room.
Phase III was ready to begin now but Sasha would need a little bit of help. She grabbed her phone off the window sill where she had been sitting and scrolled down till she saw Connie's number. She sat down on the window seat while Eren still searched for a movie. Sasha hadn't planned on the movie choice but it worked right into her hand.
To: Baldy
Hey, I need you to call me.
"Eren, can you hurry up?" Sasha said, dropping her phone in her lap. "It's not like you ever pick anything new."
He turned to face her. "Did you invite me over just to yell at me?"
"Maybe." Sasha's phone buzzed.
Why? Are you okay, flashed across her screen.
Oh yeah, I'm fine but I need a reason to lock Eren and Mikasa in her room.
"Got it!" Eren said pulling a movie from the stack.
Sasha squinted at the movie in his hand. "Haven't you seen that a million times?"
Eren shrugged, flipping on the TV and popping the DVD in. "Yeah, cause it's great and besides I always with it with Mikasa. I thought it was appropriate."
Sasha didn't even know it was possible to be so cheesy but whatever, Mikasa was smiling over it.
Do I want to know? Connie's text buzzed back.
Nope! Call please.
Eren sat back down on the bed next to Mikasa just as Sasha's phone rang.
"Hey!" she exclaimed jumping up to her feet. "What're you up to?"
"Sash, are you drunk?" Connie sounded like he was laughing.
"That sounds fun." Sasha pulled the phone away from her ear and gestured towards the door. "I'm just hanging out at Mikasa's for the night." Sasha grabbed a hold of the door as she walked by. "Her parents are on some tropical getaway."
"Sasha! The door!" Mikasa shouted as the door slammed shut.
"What is going on?" Connie's voice asked. "Are you sure you aren't drunk?"
"I'll tell you in a sec," Sasha murmured before looking back to the closed door, her master plan. "Shit, I'm sorry!"
"It's okay," Mikasa said. "Can you get the pick? My dad keeps it in the kitchen."
"Of course! Be right back!" Sasha walked towards the stairs waiting till she was out of earshot. "Connie?"
"Yes?"
"Sorry, Mikasa's door is broken so it if shuts it clicks locked and you have to jimmy it loose with this one tool."
"So you shut the door and locked her in?"
"Them." Sasha flicked on the kitchen light. "Eren's with her."
"So you locked them in her room for what reason exactly?" Connie was laughing this time.
She opened the tool drawer and pulled out the pick before jumping up on the counter to sit. "To force them to make a move! Those two tiptoe around their feelings so much so I thought locking them in their room with her parents in another country would make one of them grow some balls."
"What if they just tiptoe around it more?"
Sasha opened the cabinet near her head. "I made Mikasa wear a killer bra."
"That might help."
"I know right?" She grabbed a bag of chips, the pick, and jumped of the counter. She tossed the items on the living room coffee table before heading back towards the stairs.
"What happens when they think you're just coming back with the pick so they…oh, you aren't telling them you found right."
"Bingo." Sasha knocked on the door. "Mikasa, I'm so sorry, I couldn't find it."
"In the drawer, it's in the drawer." Mikasa's voice was a little strangled.
"That's where I looked, and the other drawers and the whole kitchen."
The room was silent.
"I'll go check again but if I don't find it I'll just watch TV downstairs and sleep on the couch, okay? I'll look in the morning with fresh eyes. You two okay with that?"
Eren cleared his throat. "Yeah, its fine. Thanks for trying, Sasha."
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Connie snorted.
"No problem. Sleep well, you two. Night!" Sasha heard mumbled responses before she scurried down the stairs. "Never," she said into the phone. "They need this, now they won't think I'm coming back and they'll be free to get carried away."
"You're ridiculous, you know that?" Connie laughed.
"I'm her best girlfriend is what I am." Sasha plopped down on the couch. "I will get them together if it's the last thing I do."
"I'm glad I could indirectly help," Connie said.
"You helped, I couldn't have done it without your call." Sasha popped opened the bag of chips.
"Okay," Connie chuckled. "Night, Sash."
"Night." Sasha placed her phone on the table and kicked her feet up before reaching for the remote. She sincerely hoped those two caught the drift or next time she wasn't gonna be as subtle.
It was the sun that woke Sasha up making her eyes blink open and her arms stretch over her head. For a moment she forgot where she was, it wasn't till she sat up and saw the pick on the table that she remembered. Sasha grabbed it and walked as quietly as she could up to Mikasa's door. Sasha put her ear to the door, just in case, but nothing so she fiddled with the handle till the familiar click was heard.
The room was quiet because both Eren and Mikasa were still asleep in her bed; he was curled up around her, Mikasa's back pressed to his chest and it looked like his arm was under her waist under the sheet, barely any room between them. His head was close to hers as they slept and he had even completely lost his shirt. That was more like it. Mikasa still looked exactly the way Sasha left her but Mikasa's hair was more tussled now. When Sasha stepped closer though, she could see quite a few dark marks littered across Mikasa's neck and chest.
That was way more like it.
Sasha had to grin; that was a step in the right direction. She was more than a little proud of them. Proud mama Sasha, proud of some hickies; it was a good morning already. Sasha slipped back outside and carefully pushed the door closed. She raised her hand and knocked. "Are you guys up?" she grinned
Oh, this was gonna be fun.