T/W and tags: jealousy, cunnilingus, BDSM, and knife play.
I did not originally intend it to be so lengthy, but it just kept growing...

The crew strolls down the narrow market street, eyeing most of the yet-to-open shops with varying interests. Armin makes note of a vintage bookstore near the start of the walk while Connie snickers at a joke and prop shop next door.

Eren, hands in his pockets with a rather weary look on his face, follows a short distance behind the three leading. Mikasa bumps into him from his left, slipping her hand under his arm and pulling his hand from his pocket as she interlocks their fingers. Her eyes glitter as she squeezes his hand. Eren admits a warm, albeit brief smile as he returns the squeeze and they continue walking.

They continue a solid third of a kilometer down the alley, stopping occasionally to survey crossroads and backstreets for more interesting avenues. But, with little interest drawing their attention elsewhere, they continue down the same alley as the few individually interesting shops at the start of the walk fade away to a lot of mundane kitchen/dining room style shops. At least more and more of the shops are lifting their shudders now, opening business for the day…

Armin pauses, looking up at the sign of a small shop with interest just as the owner walks up and pulls up the shudders from inside the store. Jean and Connie continue a few steps before noticing Armin's attentiveness. Armin reads off the sign, more to himself than to the group, but nonetheless loud enough for them to hear as well, "Josiah's Esoteric Antiques."

He glances around, first at Eren and Mikasa then back to Jean and Connie. The latter pair shrug and begin walking into the store before anyone says anything. Eren and Mikasa look at one another for a moment, then follow behind Armin.

The store is narrow, but deep. Most of the light fades in from the main entrance and less from a few small artificial lights in the back of the shop behind the counter. The air is stuffy, dense. Probably from the compact shelves lined with a hodgepodge of semi-organized items ranging from books to figurines to… somethings they are not sure what they are.

Connie walks down the left-most aisle of the store straight away, Jean following more loosely behind him as he skims over the shelves with a growing interest in its variety. Armin, Eren, and Mikasa hover near a shelf by the main entrance along the right side of the shop. Armin looking at several large books, which Eren and Mikasa both presume to be information-heavy, dense books with technical details on some such thing or another.

After a moment shared skimming, Eren breaks from the two and walks farther down the wall towards the shop counter. Mikasa lingers behind, quietly sweeping up and down the wall's various trinkets.

Eren stops abruptly as something catches his eye. Mikasa notices out of the corner of her eye, but pays it little mind as she continues to search over the variety of merchandise. She can hear Armin awe at something he found in one of the books he was looking at a few moments ago. The store owner steps between Armin and Mikasa and begins talking with Armin about the book, explaining that many of the things in the store are from various nooks and crannies spread around the globe. Armin's eyes dazzle and he bursts into a torrent of questions. The owner chuckles and tries to answer him as quickly as Armin shoots off questions, but is more than bogged down in reminiscence of his travels and the details of each question.

Eren catches a few bits of the conversation, but only happens to look up at their exchange as the owner mentions something about his wife and daughter's last trip to a place called "Del-hi," or something close… it was bit difficult to hear through the man's unusual accent. He replaces the object of interest on the shelf and meanders further into the store.

Mikasa looks up from her grazing, a short extremely mellow smile gracing her face for Armin's happiness before turning and checking the shelves behind her on the same isle.

Connie "wows!" at something. Out of view of everyone but Jean, who promptly responds with, "Idiot." Connie ignores Jean's contempt as Jean continues around the corner rather rapidly, nearly bumping into Eren by the counter while his attention is still behind him on Connie's quirky find.

A shortish, dark haired woman emerges from the back. She walks up to the counter, pressing a button or something on the cash machine sitting atop the counter against the wall before looking up and Jean, then Eren. She perks up, smiling brightly and greeting the guys while clearly looking more at Eren than Jean.

Mikasa notices the blur walk out from the back room and glances upward as it steps behind the counter between Eren and Jean. Her attention fades from the smallish book in her hands as she sees the reddish blush on the woman's smooth skin below her eyes, even in the poor lighting. She hears the owner still chattering with Armin, but little of its contents filter through her mind as she attempts to pretend like she is looking at the small text in book she clutches.

Jean leans on the counter, laughing at something much more loudly than what one of the three said. Eren shifts his weight around, crossing his legs while partially leaning on the counter with the other. His right hand remains static in his pants pocket.

The woman combs her bangs back as her other hand brushes over Eren's hand on the counter while she says something indiscernible.

Mikasa's body tenses fiercely, the corner of her lip curling upward in distain.

She watches the woman point to something on the wall beside Eren, her mouth moving as she says something briskly. Her blush grows more intense, a pause in her body language as she looks towards Mikasa, the gesturing hand weakening. The women meet eyes briefly; Mikasa stands tall, raising a brow in challenge. The woman behind the counter gestures at Mikasa, or something very close to her, less energetically this time.

Eren and Jean look at the book she holds in her hands with an unconscious firmness. Jean's face is red and quickly looks away as he recognizes what the woman is pointing at.

The owner laughs loudly in his conversation with Armin, throwing his head back. He points down at the book in Armin's hands, strongly agreeing with something, catching Eren's attention briefly as he looks past Mikasa for a moment.

Mikasa still pays them little attention as an eye still stares at the dark-haired woman behind the counter, trying to dip her head back to 'reading'.

"Whatcha got there?" Connie bumps into Mikasa, prodding a finger at the square, red book in her hands. Her gaze on the woman lingers for another moment, but eventually recenters as she refocuses. Her mind flashes over what she was doing with the book then, remembering its contents with a furious blush, quickly shutting it closed, favoring the back cover towards Connie's direction. She silently thanks herself for being on an introductory page with a bunch of dense text. Connie scoffs, "Eh, fine then. Looked boring anyways."

Mikasa clutches the book at her side, hiding the front cover against her waist as Connie walks away impatiently. Her eyes slide back towards the counter.

Eren nods at something the woman says, a gentle smile seen on the corner of his face.

The woman stands up straight for a moment, her lips flickering as she acknowledges something and disappears into the back room. Jean stands up and turns back, glancing towards the center of the store as he chews on his lip.

The owner pats Armin's shoulder candidly, muttering something about a "good choice." Mikasa shifts, meeting Armin's eyes for a moment as the owner steps between shelves and walks towards the back of the store. Armin is still smiling warmly as he enjoys finding a good book and a fellow adventurer. He steps up beside Mikasa, who still stands rather rigidly beside the shelf where she found the book.

Seeing the owner walking back towards the counter, she lifts a hand, waving at him and mumbling something to grab his attention while digging into her pocket for some money. He stops and looks at her through one of the few open shelves, asking what he can do for her.

She hands him the book through the shelf, asking, "Can you ring this up for me?"

He nods heartily, "Sure thing, Miss." And resumes his pace back to the counter.

Just before he turns around the countertop, his daughter emerges from the back holding a large, glossy black box. The sides are recessed, a smooth, curved routing carving an emboldened "C" around the perimeter of the box. Mikasa can see some fairly fanciful engraving on the lid, but is unable to make out the details of its image or wording from the angle she holds. She can still make out that the box itself is maybe 45 centimeters long, by 35 centimeters deep, and roughly 12 or 13 centimeters deep.

The woman catches Mikasa looking at her as she brings the box out from the back room. Her mood clearly shifts again as she unceremoniously drops the box on the countertop in front of Eren, seemingly souring in an instant. Eren pushes some cash over the counter as the owner walks behind his daughter into the back room, presumably to make change through another deposit. Mikasa breathes a sigh of relief she didn't recognize she needed.

She catches Eren mumble something about "Keeping the change."

Jean and Connie walk around a shelf between Eren and Mikasa, momentarily cutting off her view as they come up empty handed while exchanging a brief glance with one another as they openly consider walking back to the alley and strolling on. Eren turns around and leans back against the counter as Armin walks up to him.

"What-cha find, Armin?"

Armin brandishes the book in front of him with wide, enthusiastic eyes, "Two! Seventh Century Eastern Philosophies of Logistical Combat and another on Structural Engineering with Water Features."

Eren snorts, totally expecting such an obscure combination from Armin. "Bookworm," he jeers supportively.

Armin slides the payment over the counter, "What'd you find?"

Eren is silent for a moment, washing his face of any giveaways, "Ahh…" he struggles to give a non-answer, resisting the urge to rub the back of his neck, "A box."

Armin's face furrows, disappointed with a poor answer, but doesn't push. He accepts the change, catching what looks like something of an embarrassed face from the woman behind the counter. Armin turns, facing Mikasa as the owner emerges from the back and reaches over the counter, handing Mikasa a brown bag. She quickly takes the bag and folds the bag over itself until the excess is creased over the edges of the book hidden within. Armin nods at Mikasa, "What about you?"

"A book."

Another non-answer. Armin wrinkles his nose, looking between the two before using his periphery to look at the woman. Eren collects the box in his lanky arms, letting it rest over waist without saying anything. Armin gestures toward the exit, "Shall we?"

Eren steps off first, shortly followed by Armin. They walk out into the morning sunlight and look around for Connie and Jean, who had moved onto a storefront three buildings down from the antique store the group was just in. Mikasa lingers behind, giving a sketchy jeer backwards at the woman lingering behind the counter, then slowly follows behind Armin and Eren.

She steps up to the edge of the shop, just enough to get some more ardent sunlight. Hiding amid one of the end shelves and merchandise racks opposite the cashier counter, Mikasa thumbs open the bag and pulls the book out with a certain timidness. Her fingers flash over the embossed cover and open to a random page. A heartbeat later she feels the blush flush over her face. She bites her lip, casting a very succinct glance around herself.

Armin turns, looking back to her hanging behind. He stops, waiting for her as she doesn't notice him. Continuing to look at her, he can see her blush and her head sink towards the book as it clearly draws in her attention. He gives her a short wave, barely catching her attention. She stands up straight, not moving and clearly in thought.

She points to Eren while making eye contact with Armin, his back still turned to Armin and Mikasa, and waves her hand towards herself like she wants him to call Eren back. Armin tips his head to the side, somewhat curious but does as he thinks she wants. "Eren," Armin turns, calling him. Eren pivots on his heel as he languishes catching up with Jean and Connie. He "Hmms" at Armin, his head tipping back as he sees Mikasa still loitering by the antique shop. Armin swipes a hand past his side, pointing back at Mikasa, "Woman wants you."

Eren perks up to attention, then walks past Armin to Mikasa. Armin pauses, watching them merge for a moment before turning back towards Jean. He walks at an oblique, keeping half an eye on his periphery, venturing to keep vision of the couple standing outside the antique store. Mikasa stands up straight, holding the book to her chest as her head elevates, inching towards Eren's face. He can faintly see Eren's jaw moving, but not with any chance of making out what he said other than it was something short. Mikasa tiptoes forward until her feet land between Eren's, a gentle bounce of her legs closing the distance between them and planting a quick kiss somewhere on his face. Armin catches up with Jean who is crouched over looking at some strange sunglasses on a small shelf outside a storefront. He subtly turns, still trying to read Eren's behavior. Mikasa walks off the direction the group came from.

Armin turns more fully towards Eren as he notices Eren motioning at Armin. They're a bit too far from a comfortable speaking distance and don't want to shout, so Eren flashes a few hand signals. They're heading home. Armin's eyebrow raises with intrigue and surprise, but he motions back at Eren acknowledging their change of plans. He continues watching them depart; Mikasa turning around after several paces with what appears to be a rather sly smirk up the left side of her face. Eren follows behind her while she walks backwards, looking at him.

Jean stands up, noticing Eren and Mikasa walking off, "Eh? We just got out here, where are they off to?"

Armin shrugs, "I don't know. Eren only said they were heading back."

Jean huffs loudly as he tries on a pair of sunglasses in a crude mirror, "Enigmas." He pauses, checking out the look with some distaste before dropping the glasses back to the shelf, "You're closer to them than anyone, how do you not know what they're off for?"

Armin's stance tenses, having already deliberately discounted information he now sees himself confronted with again. "Yeah. But I'm not a mind reader," he tries to dismiss Jean.

Jean, either not expecting an answer anyhow or choosing to drop the subject, continues down the alley.

Mikasa quickens her pace to keep ahead of Eren, careful to always stay several full strides ahead of him at the least. Feeling the distance close or extend too far, she often combs her hair back and looks back at him out of the corner of an eye, continually leading him on.

Half-way home, Eren rapidly picks up his pace, jogging to catch up with her. Mikasa dips into a backstreet almost immediately.

Eren frowns, "Oi!" as he jumps after her.

He sees her hair whip around another corner.

He jumps forward again, hauling his black box along with him as he struggles to keep up with her agility.

A short straight away – Eren speeds up, closing most of the distance between them.

Mikasa turns into another backstreet, her eyes flashing in the bright morning sunlight as she catches eyes with him and continues to pull him along behind her.

"Hey!" he calls after her as they reappear in the alley near where they originally entered. She spins around, still several body lengths ahead of him while she walks backward. Eren switches his grip on his purchase, flicking his spare hand up at her as he makes chase. Mikasa tips her head to the side, teasing eye contact as she accelerates her pace to keep the distance from him fixed to her liking.

Eren slows, recognizing she won't let him catch up with her any time soon and resigns himself to following her home.

He walks in silence, letting his gaze fall to the brickwork of the streets between thoughts. After a handful of lapses in attention, he glances up to see Mikasa completely gone from sight. "Tsk!" Well. Not like I don't know where to go… he frowns.

Another quarter kilometer of walking in the warm sun until he happens upon the steps up to the house.

He finds the door unlocked already and steps into the marginally cooler space of the main entryway. He closes the door behind him and shifts the purchase between hands again. "Mikasa!" he calls into the empty house. Walking into the home, he sees a single sock tossed onto the floor near the foot of the master bed. He frowns, passing through the hallway intersection and into the doorway to find it and one other obvious part of the room that disheveled from its usual status.

Eren walks up to the bed and slides the black box he purchased under the bed, then stands and looks at the book at the foot of the bed on Mikasa's side. He palms the cover, the silvery title flashing under his fingers, "Kama Sutra" he reads. He grimaces in thought as he scans over the front of the book, observing a lot of suggestive persons standing in unusual poses. A thick piece of paper protrudes from the top of the book, itself buried in some page roughly halfway into the text. He glances around the room, unsure of what to expect from her planning.

He shuffles his feet, late to remove his shoes. He kicks them back towards the doorway as he opens the book. The pages fall to a drawing of a man – a light-ish shade of blue – and a woman – a light reddish-pink color – in what is obviously a sex position. His brow raises prominently, ultimately surprised by its content, lips creasing together as he "Wows" silently to himself. He grabs the piece of paper, folding the pages over until he reaches the bookmarked page.

"Face Ride," thick black, bold letters title the page. His eyes skim over the drawing – the man laid out on a mattress with the woman over top of his head, her legs spread wide over his face. He begins reading the brief description below the depiction, but only gets a line or two in before he hears Mikasa rack her knuckles on the wall behind him.

A finger stuck to the page, Eren turns to look at her.

She pauses in the doorway, completely naked. His eyes hover between her legs, then coast up her chest to her face. She clearly caught his attention as he stands a little straighter.

The pair stand in a definite moment of silence. Eren's finger falls from the page.

Eren opens his mouth, but Mikasa is well ahead of him. Her knees impact his chest with a heavy thud, throwing him backwards as her full-bodied jump connects with his abdomen. Eren crashes to the bed, the wind knocked out of him under the forceful weight of Mikasa jumping him. She uses his stun to climb over him, hopping and shoving her legs to the bedspread – her hands pushing his arms up into a T-pose and pinning them under her shins as she walks herself over his face. Eren blinks absently, torn between being aroused and properly stunned by her assault.

She holds herself over his face, waiting for him to catch his breath as he heaves air back into his lungs. Her fingers lace into his, drawing his forearms up a short distance. "I don't think-" Eren coughs, "that was part of the process."

Mikasa shrugs, her face neutral, "I improvised a bit."

Eren lifts his head from the bed a touch, his eyes looking upward to hers. "And my arms?"

Mikasa shrugs again, a smile creeping over her lips, "A woman does as she pleases." A hand drops his, allowing her fingers creep into his hair thoughtfully.

His head drops back to the bed, "Well… in that case, that box…"

Her legs clamp around his head, lowering her already moist valley to his lips. "If I wanted to hear it, I'd tell you," she begins grinding her hips against him, expecting him to catch onto the first bit without the need for directions.

He does, albeit with a shade of reluctance. He's smart enough to know there is certainly no way out, not that he is all that interested in leaving anyhow. His tongue slips from his mouth, brushing over the smooth skin between her legs. Her fingers pull his hair, tightening together as his tongue sends electrical shivers racing through her body without delay.

A solid, silent minute passes as Eren continues to stroke his tongue through her valley. His tongue broadens with each stroke until he feels his tongue brush against both of her thighs.

She shifts forward slightly. Eren feels his arms tingle as he recognizes how little blood flow has been reaching his forearms in the quiet minutes of his hunger. Mikasa leans back ever so slightly, "In," she pulls his hair.

Eren stalls, dragging his tongue over her skin.

Her legs crush his skull. Eren moans though her, a loud protest which only really encourages her – the buzz feeling ecstatic between her legs. Her chest hums as the electricity begins to seep into her brain.

Eren obeys, slipping the tip of his tongue into her cautiously. Her legs relax. Slightly.

Enough to know that he is obeying well enough, but not enough to be comfortable or allow him any reasonable degree of freedom.

The hum sinking over the air though her chest grows, sharply cut off by a gasp as his tongue pushes deeper into her.

Her head already swimming, she debates with herself – mmmhh! A sweep of his tongue excites a bundle of nerves; hair or hands?

She lets another long stroke grope though his hair, pulling on the fibers as she withdraws her hand and links her fingers back up with his free hand. His forearms tense as she pulls up on his arms.

"Deeper."

Eren responds more quickly than previously, enjoying the feeling of her wet walls tight around his tongue. Eager for her climax and his own plotting.

His tongue creeps inward. Slowly.

"Deeper."

His pace picks up considerably, driving his tongue into her eagerly.

We can play that game…

He feels her fingers clench around his as he hits a sensitive spot, the tension quickly shifting from her extremities towards her core. Her thighs clench around his head again.

Her chest feels light, feathery as her mind quickly shifts from a diluted clear headedness to a rapidly fading control complex. She wriggles her ears, trying to keep herself in the present as she feels the pleasure soak through her waist, skipping past her chest to feel her breasts becoming hypersensitive.

Eren's eyes narrow as he notices the shift – hear head falling back slightly and her ears twitching as her grip on his hands temporarily slackens.

Then intensifies as she tensions his arms against her legs. Her hips shake subtly, sinking her waist deeper onto his face as his tongue works up through her core, brushing more and more sensitive lines of nerves sending pleasure-filled shocks shooting through distinct lines of communication in her body.

Eren contracts his fingers, subtly pulling her hands down towards his arms.

She responds almost immediately, forcibly pulling back on his. But he notices the delay. He feels the delay.

She's close.

His eyes narrow again as he examines her body. Her flanks are tight, muscles contracting as the euphoria builds to an intense fever. Her thighs are solid, clearly feeling most of the muscles under tension, even if not all the way. Her biceps flex outward, pulling towards her shoulder blades as the electricity coursing through her spine favors her backside.

He presses forward, burying his tongue within her as far as he can manage.

Mikasa cuts through the fog, "Ah!" She flexes her abs and tilts her head downward, squeezing her thighs together in a pair of contractions, "I didn't tell you to do that."

Eren retreats, reluctantly with slimmed eyes focused on hers.

Her legs and abs relax to their previous posture. She waits seven breaths; he feels her legs pulse again.

"Deeper."

He follows, but barely has time to obey before a second command comes.

"All the way."

He squints briefly, chalking up a victory as he slathers his tongue deep within her.

Her legs tense fiercely, a sharp inhale filling her chest. The hum returns, breaking into an open moan with almost no delay.

Eren persists, beginning to feel his tongue reproach him. Four streaks of the tip of his tongue as deep though her as he can manage before retreating slightly and repeating the pattern.

No comment comes.

Another victory.

He writhes his tongue from the tip down to the base, waving his wet tongue over her cells.

It does the trick – her jaw hinges open, lungs in a slow exhale. Her legs tense, then rapidly flicker as her mind drops through her jaw and into her valley. Colors explode over closed eyes. Her fingers barely intertwine with his as she loses the consciousness necessary to maintain the dexterity of their interlocking pressures.

Eren smiles through her, watching the waves of ecstasy course through her body. He tastes the nectar flowing from her – first a trickle, then a torrent. He swallows it all, drinking her in with gusto.

He pauses, still wriggling his tongue just enough to feed the lasting sensation washing though her body. Watching. Waiting for the creamy moment between her orgasmic mind filtering back into reality, still behind the curve but catching up.

She feels his chest flex. Her head is back, far enough to open her eyes without him knowing. She can see his legs moving at the very edge of her vision.

His legs whip over her face, his ankles attempting to cut under her jaw to pull her down.

But she already knew what he was attempting.

She leans into the offense; tipping her head back, nearly letting her back fall to his waist just as he was attempting to pull her into. Her feet dig into the bed, pushing her legs off his arms and off the mattress. She pulls his arms down to the bed, then twists them upwards to try to lift him off the bed for a brief second.

A swift lunge yanks his arms behind him, quickly supplanted by rolling around his side and jumping behind him before he can change positions or tactics. Her hand closes around his thumbs and roughly pull his hands up the center of his back in a tight double-chicken wing.

"Ahh haa…" she catches him. She stretches the grip, making him cringe with a suppressed shot of pain shooting through his arms. "What's in the box?"

Eren remains silent, intentionally keeping his gaze dead center in front of himself.

She pulls hard, nearly lifting him from the bed again, then rips his arms sideways until he falls on his side. A sidestep puts her over his head, followed by another hard yank that completes the turn leaving him facedown on the mattress. She jumps over top of him, gruffly landing on his twisted arms with her shins.

Eren lets out a single sharp, loud yelp tapering off in pain.

Leaning more weight onto his chest, she presses her question, "What… is in the box?"

His head shifts over the covers, a single eye catching hers. But he says nothing.

She bounces herself up and down on top of him, "Whats… in… the… box…!?" her hand pulls his chicken wings into a tighter and tighter arc with each bounce.

His groans grow louder with each bounce. But still, he refuses to answer.

She looks at him intensely, leaning her knees into his back with her eyes flickering.

"Fine," she pouts furiously, "tell it to some other slut." Her tone is strenuous, forceful, and thinly veiled with an emotional furor.

She leaps from the bed, a final shove into the bed as she disappears from the room.

Eren breaths sharply, his mind swirling over what the hell just happened.

His subconscious panics ahead of his conscious; his inhale becoming a hard vacuum as his eyes dart around. Leaping from the bed, he is just out of the door after her when she ducks underneath him, whipping herself around inside the doorway and slamming the door shut behind him with a curt shove to make sure he can't impede her. A sharp *click* of the door's handle locking resonates through both sides of the divider.

Eren stares at the door blankly.

Seconds of silence pass. Eren leans his head up against the door, gently shifting until his ear evens with the vertical surface, "Mikasa…?"

No response. But he can hear a faint scratch on the carpet.

"Babe…?" He tries again, still very unsure of what exactly is going on inside her head. His fingers press against the door anxiously.

A few more silent seconds pass before he hears the lock *click* again, presumably unlocking. He cautiously opens the door, slowly turning the knob and creeping open the door.

His wrist gets a little beyond the door before Mikasa pounces.

A silvery flash of metal whips over his wrist; the clatter of handcuffs locking as her hand shoots through the gap and shoves the small of his back into the door. He stumbles into the bedroom. Mikasa wrenches his cuffed wrist behind his back and uses his momentum to drag the other hand back and attach it to the spare cuff without delay. Her shove continues, hastily pushing him to the foot of the bed while synching the last locks of the cuff tight to his wrist.

Eren barely registers her foot swiping his shins from under him as he neatly runs into the wooden frame of the bed and topples forward. He feels cold steel click around his ankles as Mikasa jumps onto his back yet again. She whips herself around, her legs shoving him into the mattress as she jumps upwards and spins 180 degrees in the air over top of him before crashing onto his back.

Eren opens his mouth, "Is this really nec-"

She cuts him off by throwing a red ball gag in front of him and yanking it into his open mouth. He bites down on it hard, pissed. His head cranes backward as she viciously tightens it around his face, his skin pinching white under the pressure of the belt.

"You won't be using any of this stuff on any other whores," she beings very pointedly, "You only have one." Her tone breaks down to a more humorous snort, her tongue flicking between her teeth, "Though, right now you arethe whore."

He mumbles something short and furious through the gag. She bounces up and down on top him again, "I'm sorry, I… can't… hear… you!" His head rises off the bed with one of the bounces, his eyes catching a glimpse of a thick, glossy black belt around her lower abs.

His head tips to the side, trying to look at her as his words grow even more slurred and more intense, but still completely unintelligible. Mikasa smiles cheerily.

"Hmm? What's that? Something about a whore you met at an antique shop?"

Eren pauses, his head still for the moment as he looks at her through the corner of his eye.

She sees his head shift around like he is about to again try to say something incomprehensible. Her hands plant to the mattress and she lefts herself from his back, dropping her weight beside him. A firm shove rolls onto his back, uncomfortably resting on his metal-bound arms.

A fraction of a second of 'freedom' until she is on top of him yet again, her legs moving up from his shoulders to his head. She stops poignantly, looking down at him over her bare hips above his jaw, "Who's the whore?"

He squints, then mumbles something she can just clearly enough make out to be, "You are."

Her hand smushes his face into the bed, "Say again?" His face bleeds white under the pressure, the ball gag sagging slightly from her weight.

Same response, but more strenuously, "You are."

She leans even more weight onto his face, "I'm sorry, I can't hear youuuu!" She holds the pose for a solid minute as he refuses to speak, "Don't move," then jumps off the bed. He can hear her rustling with something; various bits of metal clinking together and the dull thumps of items against wood.

He wriggles over to the edge of the bed, his feet dropping to the floor as he tries to sit up.

But Mikasa is faster than him. She stands up, holding a palmed size piece of metal. Her thumb clicks something on the device. Eren looks at the piece in her hand, the up at her face. Another click.

A palmed size blade springs open, her hand closes around the grip tightly.

She steps closer. Eren feels himself shrink slightly, knowing full well how capable she is with an edge and still insecure of her mentality.

Her fingers run through his hair and she climbs into his lap. His eyes shift between the blade and her face. She plucks the shirt from her skin and swipes the blade through the fabric, up from his bottom left to the top right at an oblique with exacting ease. Eren slowly resigns himself to the loss.

Something muffles through the gag. As Mikasa cuts the blade over his right shoulder she pieces it together, "That was a nice shirt."

She shrugs, deliberately letting her hair cascade over her eyes unevenly as she looks into his eye, "Was." A third swipe cuts over the other shoulder and the shirt falls away over his back. She looks at him innocently, "What are you going to do about it?"

His eyes squint again, another blurt chopping through the gag. His head taps against hers.

The blade flashes up between them, she tips her head forward and looks deeply into his eyes with a false innocuousness, "I'm going to take your pants off now." She pauses, letting her clearly obvious innocent lie sink in before the real one kicks, "Are you going to cooperate or am I going to have to cut them off too?"

Eren's eyebrows lift enthusiastically. He mumbles something again.

She doesn't make the effort to listen.

Her fingers creep up his waist, quickly dawdling upward until they dig into his collar bone and push him backwards. Her eyes remain cemented to his the whole way; even as the blade disappears from his focus and he feels the cool, broad side of the blade wipes down his neck and over his clavicle as he falls backward under her pressure.

Eren's back touches the mattress. Her knife-thumb presses into the skin above his heart.

He groans loudly, biting into the gag intermittently as he feels her draw the blade through his flesh in a long, belated crescent shaped carving motion aside his heart. She swaps hands in an instant, the new thumb pressing to the same white spot of flesh and repeating the pattern until a pair of oblong, double crescent lines bleed into an "X" over his chest beside his heart deep enough to draw blood and make a distinct impression, but not enough to completely heal over – promising a fait scar for a few years at minimum.

He can feel the pattern without looking.

He mumbles something; short, serious, and deadeye. His eyes crystalize into hers. She pieces it together in her head, "And hope to die." She smiles broadly.

A hand smears the gentle ooze of blood to her right and down his abs. She brandishes the blade in front of him, letting the few drops of blood on the blade drip onto his chin as she tips the blade downward. Her legs clench around his flanks as the drops leave the knife.

Her teeth grip the blade, edge outward, letting her lips close around the far end of the blade and steeping in his blood. Her eyes grow even more intense, lifting her hand and spreading her fingers and palm wide.

Stamping the hand onto his wound with a hearty pressure.

Eren groans loudly through the gag, his head rolling around in the dull pain coursing through his chest and sharply into his neck.

She leans into him, keeping the pressure on and falling forward until her black hair cloaks their heads. Eren's eyes flicker back to hers, his eyelids twitching sporadically until she releases some of the pressure and they retract in full.

Mikasa holds the pose for several seconds as his attention solidifies with her attentiveness. She smiles graciously after the tentative moments bleed away. She pecks a quick kiss on his nose, violently whipping the knife over her shoulder and embedding the blade in the door before jumping off him.

He breathes deeply, free of the physical pressure imploding his chest. He can feel her unbuttoning his pants, followed by the ruffle of the zipper being yanked downward. A fraction of a second later her hands begin tugging both his pants and his underwear down his legs until they cannot progress any farther; blocked by the 'hand' cuffs.

She glowers at him, daring him to challenge her as she clicks open one cuff at a time and flushes the clothing from his legs.

Eren holds eye contact with her, but does no more. Despite the pain and the wild ride, he feels calm. He breathes evenly.

The cuffs chirp rapidly, clicking back to lock tight against his ankles.

She clambers onto the bed again. Her leg kicks over him and settles on his side. Settling most of her weight on his waist, feeling the tip of his head tease against her valley from behind. She hums thoughtfully, musing loudly enough for him to feel it reverberate through his abs and chest. He scrapes his hair against the bedspread carefully while looking up at her. Her hips roll subtly, enjoying the voluntary tension of his head rubbing against her from behind.

"You have two choices, you pick: One or Two." Her head tips back gently, her bangs falling into her eyes for a moment as she looks down at him studiously.

Eren holds eye contact with her for a moment, but says nothing as he ponders the inscrutable options presented to him.

Mikasa waits. Four breaths. Ten breaths… she teases her valley over his shaft silently, puckering her lips to bottle up the pleasurable feeling and the inevitable desire to keep going. Two breaths more…

"Good," she chirps cheerfully, sitting up straight on top of him, "They were both the same anyway." Whether he saw through the trickery or not, she doesn't care because her will remains the same: ownership.

Her body slides backward, the skin between her legs coasting down the length of his shaft until falling off him. Her body pulls forward, wresting over his waist again.

"Sit up," she commands him plainly.

She feels his hands shift under his body, pressing against the bed until he rises from it. The choppy ooze of blood from his chest picks up slightly as gravity draws it into a slow seeping. He sits upright, silently looking into her eyes as he feels her nipples brush against his chest.

Her hips flex, thighs unfurling, raising herself enough to pull his erection up under her. He feels a hand grab and hold him straight as she diligently lowers herself onto him. A suppressed groan rumbles from his throat as he feels her wet walls collapse around his skin. Her mouth hangs open as she enjoys his stiff shaft pressing into her, careful to keep half an eye on him as she goes.

Half-way down, she releases him and her arms wrap around the back of his neck, resting on his shoulders with tantamount precision. Her head dips, her forehead brushing against his as she sinks down onto him more. He feels her hips shutter as bolt of pleasure shoots through her, but continues to sense that he should give as little action or reaction as he can.

An abrupt groan sprouts from her lips as her eyes close, the warm feeling of him filling her to the brim bubbling past her defenses. And part of a calculated plot.

Her arms tense into his shoulders as she lifts herself, hips grinding into his waist slightly as she raises herself half-way up his length then begins to sink down again. Eren breathes steadily, focusing on the air moving in and out of his lungs with great care.

Another stroke, the same tensions and flexing after she feels his tip push against the crux of her wall. Her eyes flicker, head tilting downward as her eyes skim down his skin to the merge between them, and back up to his eyes.

Eren remains rigid, careful of drawing her wrath. He eyes her cautiously, trying to maintain a smooth composure as she strokes herself up and down his length with breathtaking ease.

A rasp at the door echoes through the house. Mikasa freezes, her face scowling at the intrusion. She doesn't wait, though.

She lifts herself off Eren and walks away, peering through the bedroom doorway at the main door. The familiar outline of Armin shades the blinds. Her nose scrunches and lips purse side to side as she muses.

A turn and step later grab Eren's dick in her hand and strokes him tediously as her legs come together at attention, her upper body leaning forward until he can feel her breath and see the smooth movement of fluid in her eye. A single, sharp finger coaxes him forward diligently, "Come with me." Pausing and adding with due stress, "Quietly."

He raises a brow in response, but stands as she turns back to the doorway and leads him forward. A few paces later, she stops him in front of the basement door. Her fingers still pulling at his tender flesh tauntingly, she whisks the door open and points down into the darkness, "Down. Wait for me."

Eren hesitates for a fraction of a second but obeys. The moment his back is clear of the doorway she slams it shut behind him, leaving him in the darkness. She can hear the resistance of the door smacking into his cuffed hands, the sound less intense than would be expected by hearing the dull thump of the wood on his knuckles. She strides into the bedroom quickly. Dawning a thick sweater that flows almost down to her knees, she pauses for a brief moment debating whether to remove the belt around her abs.

Nah. I like it. A wry smile spreads over her lips as she paces to the main door. Just when she passes by the basement door, she hears a muffled thump – probably Eren tripping down the last few steps with his restraints in the darkness.

She grins at herself humorously, a distinct contentedness to the feeling. She opens the door, applying a sheepish complexion while standing far back and stooping forward around the opening.

Armin turns as he hears the door open. He smiles at her cheerfully as she peeks around the door, "Hi! All good?" Armin leans in slightly, noticing the apparent absence of Eren anywhere nearby, "And Eren is… where?"

Mikasa wades through several options… "Mm, he's… preoccupied at the moment."

Armin's eyebrows scrunch curiously, "Eh?" Mikasa make out the figures of Jean and Connie down by the street as Armin moves.

Clearly Armin isn't going to accept another vague answer and just walk away. Her back stiffens as she prepares to say it out loud, quickly spouting off, "I have him tied up in the basement."

Armin's look freezes at some level of shock to her boldness, his face turning white and eyes distance through hers as he cringes at not wanting to hear what he just heard. He turns around stiffly, okayyy then… shouldn't have asked… Armin starts down the steps, still rather stiff as he mulls over a new problem, Great. Now to evade answering Jean and Connie's perfectly reasonable questions…

Jean's hands pull out of his pockets expediently, leaning back as he loudly asks what is up.

Armin dips his head, very deliberately shading his face with his bangs as he walks up to them, "Don't ask. Let's go; they probably won't be around any more today." Jean's mood drips unexpectedly.

Mikasa shuts the door behind him, clasping a hand to her mouth as she feels her own shock of answering him so boldly dribble into mind. Her pace picks up as she puts it behind her, a snicker rolling through the air of the room as she refocuses and strides back into the bedroom to toss the sweater into the room.

Light casts down the basement stairs, illuminating a crumpled Eren at the bottom of the stairs.

Mikasa silently strides down the stairs until she reaches him, "Mmm. How appropriate." She slaps her hand against the crude light switch, dimly illuminating the remainder of the room in a yellow glow.

Eren's eyes shoot up to hers, silently protesting with a mildly suppressed fury. She half-kicks, half-shoves him forward towards the center of the room. He groans through the gag as his skin scrapes over the stone.

"Got something to say?" she jeers.

Eren flops over onto his back uncomfortably and looks up at her, the same suppressed rebellion shimmering through his eyes. But his gag hides no word.

She nods contently, "Good." Her legs straddle his waist without delay, resuming her strokes as she flips his erection upwards and sinks herself onto it.

Her hands plant on his chest again, one of them very deliberately over his scores. More of her weight rests on his body; he groans as the awkward angles of his arms bear more and more weight. The tension gets worse as her hips start moving front to back, steadily building her pacing as she drops the past behind her and feels the tepid pleasure rapidly rise through her body. Her chest shrinks, mind condensing on the feeling of his erection massaging her insides at her exacting pace. The cool, impassioned feeling in her chest lifts to the audible – a low hum breaking into a throaty, high-pitched moan, her mind stirring in the joy.

She twerks her hips up and down, erasing the front-to-back motions with a single swift change. The ebbing tides swirl with her revision.

A sharp inhale catches the air; her fingernails curl into his chest as the precipice of her orgasm sweeps over her mind with an overwhelming tenacity. She shakes her butt side to side, sinking down on him as the wash fills her head. Reaching the bottom triggers a flood of bright colors racing over her eyes, even in the yellow gloom of the artificial light as the tip of his head electrifies a strong nerve through her chest and tickling her brain. Her knees sweep over the floor and squeeze against his sides as the climax crashes through her waist, reflexively forcing her muscles to contract and relax in a flurry of spasms only partially controlled.

Eren rolls around the floor on his arms, trying to ignore the crushing pain growing through his bones.

The movement catches Mikasa's attention, even in the middle of a climax. She forces her hips back, sinking herself even deeper over his erection. The result only increases the fury of contractions in her waist as she feels more of his skin rub through her. Eren groans audibly, either in pain or in pleasure. Maybe both.

Probably both.

Her hand mauls his face absently, words slipping from her lips somewhat drunkenly, slurring, "No… climax for you." The thought finishes with a forceful, conscious push. But washes away into another wave of shaking with little delay.

Seconds fade into nearly a minute.

The cool air crisps her nerves, a wave of sensation flowing over her skin as she wakes from her wet dream.

She rises rapidly, standing over him with a firm authority. Her toes press against his cheek as she turns his head to the side, inspecting him. "Mmm…" she muses loudly. Eren glances up at her wordlessly.

She catches his look doggedly. Her shins fall to the floor beside him, palms spread flatly against the stone above his shoulders while her head levels above him, gazing deeply into his eyes.

He struggles to meet her gaze, bloody and subservient.

A smile creeps up her face.

He feels her fingers, cool from the stone floor, brush over the sensitive skin on the bottom of his rod. His legs jitter. Her head disappears from view, the black hair of her head somewhere over his chest in the gloomy light.

Her tongue runs up one of the shallow cuts, collecting a small taste of blood as her head raises back to his. She nuzzles her head into his neck, sucking on it fiercely for a brief moment before biting him and pressing her cheek to his. Her eye looks at him sideways, a single shimmer coursing through it in challenge.

His eye narrows, but his compliance persists.

She breaks away, nods contentedly, then unclasps the gag from his mouth and stands over him. Her tone firm and assiduous, "No noise." She pauses, holding her eyes on him. Then turns and walks to the stairs.

She swats at the switch and sinks the room into darkness.

The door at the top of the stairs swings shut with a firm bash, leaving Eren sprawled in the inky darkness with inescapable cuffs around his ankles and wrists.