The morning sun glints through the window, just enough of a sliver between the blinds to shoot over Eren's eyes causing him to wake early.

He shakes his head from the morning dazzle, his hand reflexively rising to block the bright sunshine from his eyes. His vision recovering, he glances around the peaceful room.

Mikasa still rests beside him, the covers over her chest rising and falling evenly in her slumber. Eren sits up and stretches his arms. He glances around the room, unsure what to do with himself in the early morning. He flops back down to the bed, arms flayed over the open space as he indolently considers the day while trying not to disturb the sleeping beauty beside him. He spends several minutes eyeing the ceiling with disinterest before finally flipping the covers from her legs and throwing his legs out over the side of the bed.

He neatly lays the sheets back over his side of the bed. Her wrist rises up and curls up beside her face, catching his attention. He continues walking, stealing a continuing glance at her sleeping imperturbably until he reaches the door. He silently turns the knob and walks out into the hall, leaving a small gap in the door as he departs.

A few minutes pass uneventfully as Eren begins the process of making a cup of tea, pacing between rooms still unsure what to do with himself between steps. He stands in the hallway, looking into the living room somewhat absently as his mind wanders around its furnishings and trinkets.

What feels like twenty minutes pass, when he suddenly remembers he was preparing tea. He turns the corner sharply and strides into the kitchen, removing the kettle from the flame and swiftly stifling the stove. He opens the cabinet adjacent to and above the stove and pulls out a dark walnut box. Placing it on the counter, he opens the lid with a finger and gazes down over an array of teas.

Lemongrass, earl grey, jasmine… one called "Red Rose Dragon," and sleepy tea are among the first names he runs across. His hands slump against the counter and he huffs at himself. Don't even know what tea I'd like… talk about a languid start to the day. Eh..

He closes his eyes and waves his hand over the box, randomly swirling his hand around until he drops it and picks up a tea bag. A white tea named "Ivory Dragon." He flips the package around and reads the label: "Ivory Dragon – a white tea consisting primarily of Yunnan providence tea leaves, with a hint of vanilla extract."

Hmm. Don't think I've had this one before. He muses to himself, ripping open the paper packet and unfurling the string while dropping the tea into a fresh mug. He pours the hot water into his cup with one hand and closes the lid to the tea box with the other. Repeating the multitasking, he stirs the tea with one hand and stows the tea box with the other, shutting the cabinet as he peers down to see a dim yellow tint to the tea.

He walks back into the living room and stands at the window, looking out at the rising morning sun cast over the grass outside as he takes his first sip of tea. Hm. Doesn't taste much different from black tea. Bit more subtle, maybe. He takes a larger swig after a few minutes continued to pass by quietly while watching the outdoors. A mild, but distinct aftertaste of vanilla swells over his tongue. Ah, there's the vanilla.

He turns around and walks up to the nearest bookshelf and skims over the labels until he finds one called "Picturesque Landscapes." He takes the book from the shelf and plops down on the plush chair beside him and begins paging through the book; staggered prints juxtaposing black and white photographs with hand-colored panoramas of the same terrain sharing each face of the open book.

His head down in the book, still holding the tea at his side, he doesn't notice Mikasa silently peak around the corner of the hallway. She pauses with just her forehead and eyes peeking around the corner of the wall as she watches him flip a page quietly.

She slips back around the corner for a moment, then peaks back around the corner more obviously. Eren catches no mind of her presence as he takes another sip of tea with the book in his lap. Her head elevators up and down the corner of the wall, even wriggling her eyebrows around humorously while attempting to catch his attention by the movement.

Still absorbed in that book.

Mikasa steps backward and huffs to herself quietly. Her eyes fall from the ceiling to her feet, momentarily contemplating. A smirk spreads over her lips and she smartly about-faces back to the bedroom.

Eren turns the page to a landscape of a far off, snow-capped mountain. Fields of flowers sprawl out in front of the photographer's position. He glances at the artists hand-colored impression of the scene on the opposite page: mostly pink flowers. His hand shifts to bring the mug to his lips again, but quickly stops himself as a familiar red fabric flashes over in front of his face and wraps around his eyes.

He snorts lightly, "Can I help you?" He gently closes the book cover and sets it down on the armrest beside him, blindly, as he feels Mikasa's hands snug an overhand knot in the scarf. She quickly follows it up with another, opposite one to finish a firm square knot behind his head. Eren blindly feels out the closest table and carefully puts down his tea as he turns back towards where he thinks she was.

"Yes, actually." She responds with an adamant tone, a good deal farther to his right and closer than he initially expected.

He laughs, "Okay, so w-" he begins, but is cut off by her tugging on his ear stoutly. Eren stands quickly with a pronounced, "Ahh!" as she takes off back towards the hallway without waiting for him to finish standing.

"Come with me."

But he isn't fast enough. Her grip slips from his ear.

Eren finishes his half-stride but hesitates from being unsure of exactly where he should be going. Mikasa hurriedly steps beside him and plants her hands on either side of his waist and pushes him towards the hallway. She falls in behind him, briskly guiding him through the short hallway and back into the bedroom with a surprising smoothness.

Eren allows himself to be shuffled around, back into what he is pretty sure is the bedroom at the foot of the bed. She turns him around so his back faces the bed. He opens his mouth, prepared to say something but is met with a very firm and curt shove. Perhaps "shove" is mild mannered because her force virtually throws him onto the bed. He can feel pillows rustling the top of his hair. A weight depresses the mattress on either side of him.

He raises his arms, as if to lift the veil from his eyes for a moment to see what she is planning. But she remains ahead of him, her fingers flashing through his hair as her legs overtake his arms. He feels her weight rest on her knees as she quickly nudges herself forward past his chest.

"Ho-"

She sits on his face. Her warm folds of skin between her legs pressing against his mouth and nose. Her fingers scrape over his scalp thoughtfully, "I did say, 'Yes'." She asserts.

Eren's hands slack, now obviously understanding her intent. They still twitch somewhat uncomfortably as he slips his tongue from his mouth and slides over the smooth, wet skin pressed to his mouth. She hums graciously as his tongue presses to her.

Her hips rock side to side, reveling in the feeling of his wet tongue stimulating her. Her thighs clench around his head as the tip of his tongue contracts to a point and roughly skims over a sensitive spot.

"Mmm…" she hums again, "Yess.." her fingers crawl through his hair again. Her weight shifts backward unexpectedly and Eren feels his jaw muscles stretch to compensate. "MMmmm…" her hum grows louder and more intense as a warm sea rises up through her waist. "Yes… Yes, all the way!" her tone heightens rapidly, "Keep going!"

Eren considers vainly mumbling through her to ask her to shift her position so he can obey. But he settles on it being pointless and instead stealthily lifts his arms from the bed and gives her a gentle nudge forward as soon as he feels her warmed flesh. A terse, "Ah!" shoots from her lips at the unexpected readjustment as her hands swat at the bed furiously at first, then recognize what he was attempting as his tongue shoots into her far more deeply.

Her legs flex against his head again, feeling the wriggling of his tongue enter her waist and writhe around deep in her inner walls with an aimless exploration. His hands slowly creep over her thighs, fingers hooking over their crests to pull her down snugly against her face. But she has none of it and swats his hands away from her legs. "Nah-ah. I'll tell you what to do." Eren follows albeit with some reluctance, allowing his hands to drop loosely from her legs and instead focusing on extending his tongue as far as he can.

His jaw quickly begins to scream at him as his tongue bats around inside her moist cave. Eren ignores it and persists, opening his mouth widely to envelop more of her skin in his mouth. His tongue withdraws after his jaw insists he retreat. To compensate he flattens his tongue out and begins lapping at her.

But again, she refuses him, "No. Keep going, keep going until you cannot." She goads him insistently; her gaze drops down to him while watching her fingers grip his hair before connecting with his hidden sea-colored eyes. Eren's brows raise as he obeys, shooting his tongue back inside her surprisingly quickly. Her chest buzzes with a pleasureful hum, just enough for him to feel it through his jaw and ears from her thighs. Legs flex and toes curl outward into the bedsheets as her mindscape starts dancing, the consistent trickle of endorphins seeping into her brain.

Her weight relaxes some, unconsciously sinking herself onto his face more deeply. He takes advantage of the geometry and really flushes his tongue into her, writhing around at its maximum reach with breathtaking tension. The fingers in his hair slacken, then tense up again as her mind seizes. Eren deliberately runs his tongue front to back, front to back repeatedly following a steady, quick pattern. Her lungs fill the bedroom air with a consistent buzz, breaking into a jumbled "Hmmnnn… Yess…" as her head begins drooping backwards in a real daydream.

His mouth screeches at him, begging to relax instead of stretching himself to his limits for her. He tries to shake it away, literally shaking his head back and forth in the little leeway he has between her clenched thighs. The confines of the scarf rubbing over his eye lids as he does so.

It has the unexpected effect of rapidly whisking away the steadily diminishing gap between her present and her climax. He can't see her chest rise sharply, but he can hear the crisp inhale and feel the spasm of her thighs as his tongue takes in her fluids.

Mikasa's mind dances about splendidly. A whirlwind of colors appearing before her closed eyes like a flamboyant typhoon, sending cascades of goosebumps down her arms and legs. Her whole body shivers collectively, her weight unconsciously falling even more onto Eren's face.

Eren struggles to keep going.

At this point he can barely even keep control of his tongue as it physically begins to fail under his commands. One… two more strokes and he slacks.

He tips his head back for room to breath and inhales deeply though both nostrils. Mikasa barely notices him tip back, even the absence of his tongue washed out in the absolute exhilaration coursing through her body, numbing her extremities and heating her core.

Refusing to stagnate, Eren defaults to lapping his tongue over her. Long, wide strokes from the tight hole up to the bundle of nerves as far as he can reach.

Mikasa snaps out of her daze.

Her hands shoot to his, grabbing them and dragging them up to her bare breasts. Her palms shift to the back of his hands and mush them over her chest wholeheartedly, giving him the blueprint to work with. "Keep up with that tongue," she affirms. He obeys, blindly groping her breasts as he continues his saliva-soaked strokes through her valley. His hands slowly close around her breasts, feeling her nipples perk against his palms as her hands guide him to an ever tighter grip.

She feels her hips shutter without command. A slow feeling of electricity starting from the bottom of her spine and suddenly shooting upwards, making her back stiffen nearly as suddenly as any lightning strike while his tongue brushes over her clit. Her jaw hinges open blissfully as bright flashes cross over her eyelids once again.

Her hands fall away, leaving him to continue on his own.

More strokes, long. Smooth.

Tasting the dribble of fluid leaking from her and dragging it up to her clit with each pass.

Faint. Subtle. Just the slightest, faintest tase of a thin nectar. He catches himself pausing at the thought, his tongue curled beneath the opening enjoying the trickling taste into his mouth. He shakes it off again, resuming his diligent strokes.

He can feel her weight shifting back and forth over his face haphazardly. His arms slip side to side as she subconsciously rocks back and forth with his hands still attached to his waist, eyes shut. The most asthenic breeze rolls in from somewhere in the house, somehow flowing over her skin and triggering her nerves to respond.

Her eyes shoot open in a dilute, supersensitive flutter.

She notices Eren's hands have stopped groping. They simply hang from her chest absentmindedly. Her head tips forward, looking down at the scarf wrapped over his eyes.

He feels her inhale, as if to speak, but tries to preempt her as he catches his own slumber. His right hand raises from her breast intently, prominently showcasing his thumb in front of her mouth. She catches his intent and leans forward, enveloping his thumb in her mouth, coating it with a thick film of her own saliva. The hand quickly withdraws, firmly pressing against the smooth skin over her waist. His tongue rises to meet the bottom of her clit just as his thumb connects with the top, shooting a wave of stunning pleasure racing through her skin from the bundle of nerves so intensely focused upon.

Her waist shivers tremendously. He takes it as encouragement, keeping his tongue and thumb pressed to the bundle of nerves between them. Sweeping each back and forth in opposite concert, deftly seeking to wash her mind out with another frantic orgasm. The shiver spreads to her legs, drawing a shaky breath as his left hand slowly compresses around her breast and the euphoria of his touches begin to shrink her mind.

Eren manages to tip his head forward, just barely brushing the tip of his nose into a third point of contact. Another shiver races through her; whole body this time. Her chest collapses in a shuddering exhale as her mental landscape suddenly explodes outward then, just as feverishly, collapses inward.

Shrinking inexorably to a pinpoint; an intense density of furious sensation lost in the vast expanse of what was.

A fresh burst of color washes over her eyelids, an awkward, "Eahhhhh…" creeping from her lips steadily as her mind soaks in her own mind-bending orgasm.

Eren moves quickly as soon as he feels a strong clasp of her legs around his head. He breaks his tongue and nose away from her, craning his head backwards again as he shoots his tongue into her while still lucidly rubbing her clit. Smooth, moderate strokes of his tongue in and out of her seeking to extend her orgasm longer and longer.

The warm tide in her waist rises with his prompt succulence. The waters stirring steadily as his tongue keeps her mind mixed and frothy. He feels one of her hands drop over his blindfold foggily. The other hand's grip in his hair slackens, deepening its relax as her mind sinks further and further away from the present.

The long, "Ahhh!" trails off as she runs out of breath. Her body petrifies, too lost within herself to breathe.

Eren doesn't pause.

Though his strokes aren't nearly the exercise they were to start with, he feels his jaw ache and tongue throb as the load begins to add up. Unsure of exactly how much time has passed – a result being so focused on her own lack of breathing as a measure of his effectiveness – he lets his left hand fall from her chest, sheepishly curling a finger under the scarf.

Mikasa's body teeters about erratically, then suddenly snaps back to. Her hand snaps at his exploratory hand with a sharp crack as she draws a deep, full breath while drunkenly grinning down at him through the blind.

Eren quickly withdraws his hand, letting it flick to his side while continuing the motions of his thumb. He feels her fall away from him, unable to keep his tongue pressed to her ever-smooth skin as she shifts backwards.

He cautiously begins sitting upright as he feels her take a single knee backwards, asymmetrically slacking against his chest. Her weight slips over his chest as he continues to rise, sitting up with the assistance of both hands. She falls back towards the bed, still tied into to the traces of her ecstasy before they completely drain away.

Sensing her fall – deliberate or not – Eren races forward, but not in time to catch her before her shoulders and head flop against the cushion of the mattress, quickly followed by her upper back.

Eren hugs at the air, hoping to catch her, but comes up empty. Feeling her weight propagate through the bed and her legs still aside him, he readjusts himself to wrap his arms under her lower back.

Mikasa's eyes widen unexpectedly as she watches him lean forward, having been perfectly willing to lie in a desultory haze as the last of the euphoric drips wash way. He lifts her legs with his shoulders, somewhat clumsily draping them over his back as he catches up to her.

"I'm still hungry…" Eren trails off, once more trying to preempt what he was extrapolating her asking. Her thighs readily guide him back to his destination. Her hair twisting up and scraping over the covers as he pulls her a bit closer to himself, neck discommoding uncomfortably with the angle of her back leading from his mouth to the bed. Her hand waves at the headboard.

She inhales, struggling to pull her mind back from the enticing fog as Eren's lips seal around her valley again. Her hand waves again, this time adding the words to the motion he cannot see, "Pillow.."

Eren quickly draws his left arm away, supporting her weight on his shoulders and holding up her back with just his right as he stretches to pull a pillow from the headboard. Eventually he catches something thin, guessing it to be a pillow cover, and whips the object forward towards her presumed reach.

His guess proves correct, as Mikasa lifts herself from the bed, tugging the pillow underneath her shoulders. She drops onto the fresh cushion, neck much more comfortably aligned with her spine as Eren renews his pursuit.

He buries his face between her legs.

His tongue outstretched to taste her insides as he revels in the warm feeling of his face buried beneath her waist. He continues to support her back, but quickly feels her weight lift from his hands as his tongue burrows its way deeper into her – her mind being tickled and coaxed forward, making her lower body stiffen into the familiar comfort of his embrace. She hums steadily, her noise level steadily increasing as Eren presses forward, anxiously tasting her walls with firm pressure and even strokes.

The enticing feeling holds no candle to her wish for more, rapidly feeling the waves crest over her waist and the same tingling sensations sweep down her body to her head. Her face and arms flush with a cool chill as her legs clench around his head. Heat swiftly follows the cool wave, flowing through her body in a swift mental spike. Her back arches up from her shoulders energetically.

Eren cranes his neck forward, eagerly hoping to get a saturated taste of her cum. His arms wrap around her abs, front and back. Holding her close to him as he tries to fight gravity and bathe in the riches of his victory.

Her hips shudder violently, succinctly followed by a gasp sprouting her lips. Her calves press into his back feverishly contracting her body against the ever-present struggle against gravity, favoring the sensitive explosion between her legs.

Try as he might, he can't help but only taste the periphery of her third orgasm. The angle too steep against him for the cum to flow over his curled, awaiting tongue. He persists, his tongue wriggling around inside her however hopelessly it may be to get a full, lasting taste of her hot fluids.

Her mind floats around, despite being firmly pressed against the bed.

She asserts her control over herself, mentally whipping herself around to center. Her legs part and her hips fall away from his embrace. She quickly flips herself over and rolls off the bed, dashing for the door without making much attempt to silence herself.

Eren remains still, processing what and why she just disappeared in the middle of the great pleasure like she was.

Mikasa peeks around the corner of the doorway, somewhat impatiently waiting for him to catch on.

Eren's hands shoot to his ad hoc blindfold, quickly slipping it off over his head. He swiftly casts around the room, confirming her absence. He catches her eyes, vertical as she peers around the doorway with dark bangs draped over her forehead.

The two hold an intense gaze on one another. Mikasa waits patiently as he catches up, a cheery grin spreading over her face behind the wall.

The instant she sees his legs flex as he jumps for the door, she bolts.

Eren appears in the hallway a moment later, head sweeping around the possible paths she took. He bites his lip, clearly upset at her disappearance.

His eyes narrow as he tries to anticipate where she went.

Mikasa watches him briskly stride towards the kitchen through the slats of the linen closet.

She waits two breaths before cautiously stepping out of the closet. She makes for the bedroom.

Eren slides around the kitchen island, checking she isn't crouched behind it in the only blind spot in the room. He stands straight, mentally slapping himself as he peers around the kitchen in thought. Of course.. she would not be that simple… gotta be better than that… "Hmm…"

He pauses in the kitchen, recalculating.

Mikasa stands adjacent to the inside of the bedroom door, flat against the wall in an intentionally poorly hidden position that should allow him to catch her outline whenever he passes by the bedroom door again… if he looks.

She hears him stride past, heading in the opposite direction of the kitchen. He reaches his destination and huffs loudly. She snickers quietly.

Oh… duh….

Eren calmly walks back the way he just came, belying the mental frustration with himself. He appears in the doorway beside her, head tilted sideways looking down at her with a mildly embarrassed look on his face.

She sneers at him teasingly, a wide smile gracing her mouth as she laughs.

With the upmost nonchalance, he steps up to her. Chest to chest… nearly.

Her dark hair scrapes against the wall as she looks up at him joyously. His hands adorn her sides. She puckers her lips expectantly as their eyes continue to spark.

Eren graciously dips his head, touching his forehead to hers and locking their lips together.

Mikasa enjoys the moment, but as her fingers sleuth upward and curve over the top of his black sweatpants. Her fingers stretch the fabric, oversizing the garb beyond the confines of his waist and skirting around towards his sides.

She bites his lip, her eyes shimmering at him.

His hands fallback, grabbing hers and pinning them to the wall above her as he continues the kiss. Her eyes flicker at him with the mildest irk. Her wrists tense downward, aimlessly resisting him.

He ignores the movement, save for letting his hands drop to another task. His fingers trace around her hips, leading his palms into a hearty grope over her firm butt.

Their kiss breaks.

Eren presses himself to her, leaning more of his weight against her waist-first. Mikasa's lips thin to a firm line, her eyes flickering up at him again as she feels him grind up against her lower abs.

Mikasa pushes off from the wall, stepping into him and pushing him back towards the center of the room with her hands plastered over his chest. Eren doubles down.

He lifts her off the floor, preventing her from pushing him back into the room. She rolls with him. Jumping, rapidly wrapping her legs around his waist and zipping her arms around the back of his neck. Less than a step later he presses her back into the wall.

The bump jostles their hair, mixing unevenly for a breath before he hikes her up, her legs tightening around him as he quickly pulls down his garments just enough to hurriedly rip his rapidly hardening shaft out from its confines. Their breath heats the small space between their bodies enticingly.

She nods, the pace quickly exploding past a mere nod and into a wordless, emphatic expectation hot with rapid breaths. Her hair rasps against his forehead as she encourages him. Eren leans against the wall as fully as he can, supporting whatever weight she does not hold herself for the moment it takes him to hook his arms under her legs and crochets them together behind her back, a single palm to the wall. Her chest heaves, anticipating the gleeful pleasure of feeling him breach her.

Eren contracts, stooping himself into her gently. A whimper scampers from her throat without delay.

He leans into her again, trying to support more of her weight as he fills her.

A quick withdraw preempts a prompt thrust. Her chest curdles. He repeats himself, finding a more solid purchase as he adjusts to the positions. He feels her arms flex around his back, her heels biting into his back as intense pleasure shoots through her.

Eren tries to pick up his pace, finding himself struggling while trying to use the wall to support her at the same time she supports herself.

He pushes off from the wall, Mikasa blinking briefly as she recognizes him shifting. He plods backwards, eventually reaching the perimeter of their bed and spins around hurriedly. Mikasa continues the effort, instead grating herself up and down on him as he walks them back from the wall with ripples of gratification shooting through her more than the anticipation of its pleasures.

Eren leans over the bed.

He tries to deposit her onto the edge of the bed, but the weight imbalance more tips him over than him placing her on the bed. She hesitantly unwraps herself from him, her fingers hovering over her mouth in a masked anticipation.

Eren begins stroking himself in and out. In… and out. Long, calm, and delicate strokes. He holds her legs together, near vertically just off to her side so they can occasionally meet eyes. A tender blush warms her face.

His strokes very gradually begin building, leaving more pause between each cycle. In. And out. His hands incrementally edging her legs closer and closer to the bed.

Her head, already swimming, catches onto his change of pace as she feels the rotation firing off different nerves within her as each turn brings his cock over fresh nerves. Soon her legs pass the horizontal landscape of the bed and drop down towards the ground. As soon as her legs measure wholly by gravity, he shoves himself into her, pushing her up the bed.

Mikasa groans unexpectedly, tensing rapidly at the sudden offense. She only just catches onto his encouragement, inching herself towards the headboard with some delay. Her knees lift onto the bedspread. Eren's soon follow behind her.

He continues pushing her forward until some of his shins rest on the bed. His hand snakes up from below her, slithering between her breasts, wrapping its hand around her throat and pulling her back towards him. Simultaneously, his pace picks up rapidly, longer and smoother gyrations giving away to raw, powerful thrusts. Her hands lift from the bed as she follows his grip, fingers absently cusping the fabric below them as her mind begins swirling. She quasi feels his other arm conjoin with the first, pairing neatly and each taking up half her neck, thumbs together over her jugular. His force soon overwhelms her.

Her legs flex inward yet again, sending a slow streak of clear fluid down each leg as Eren feels the warm coat around his ever-penetrating shaft. A long, crisp and high-pitched, "Ooo…" slips from her lips while her mind dances listlessly.

Despite the elation, she feels his drives slowing. No doubt trying to control himself.

He feels her jaw open before he hears her, "Mm.. Mm…" between heaves, "Yes. Give.. it to me." She barely manages to tip her head to the side and make an oblong eye contact with him for a brief moment, just long enough to convince him.

He pushes her down to the bed, letting his arms fall away from her chest and his hands break from her throat. A strong arm wraps around the front of her neck, catching her between his bicep and forearm and gruffly pulling her head and shoulders up against him as he fiercely presses himself into her in a final drive.

Her right leg twitches uncontrollably as a renewed fervor streaks over her mind, vastly extending the distances between thoughts while her eyes finally roll back into her head. Eren lets go, allowing his climax to overtake him in a long, choppy groan.

Mikasa feels his rod stiffen suddenly, quickly followed by the warm, saturated rush filling her. Her lungs leak another moan, creeping past his arm.

A silence passes over them.

Eren recedes. But the arm around her neck only loosens slightly as the other arm wraps around her waist and reels in the last space between them as they lie together in post-coital bliss.

Nearly a minute passes before Mikasa's head twitches, finding her breath again in a cool rush of air. The focus of her eyes trickling back into mind, revealing a familiar red blur before her.

Her hand reaches out and grabs the scarf. Burying her face in its familiar smell.

She turns, rolling over to face Eren.

She smiles brightly through the scarf, her smile betrayed by the bright red blush under her eyes. Eren smirks. He leans back, temporarily airing out the space between them as his dexterity smooths out the square knot previously tied over his head. Mikasa watches him silently.

The red flashes over her face as he drapes it over her neck and shoulders, loosely pulling it under her head and wrapping a single loop around her. She nuzzles the scarf graciously, another blush belying a smile. She nudges her head to his shoulder.

Silence purveys the room for a solid minute or two – the ecstasy fully draining from their minds.

Her head shakes, a finger rising to the scarf and pulling it down until her mouth is free from its blind.

"Now what?"

Eren facepalms.