Jean wrapped his arms around Mikasa, burying his nose in her shoulder and breathing in her shampoo, wrapped in the warmth of their bed. The sound of the ticking clock, the drip of the tap, the creek of the bed, the background noise filling the room. The peace of the night, the world was asleep, all resting peacefully and comfortably. Huddling for warmth, huddling for comfort, holding her close, protectively. He'd never realised how needy, lonely, and touch starved he was until he started dating Mikasa. How much he wanted her close, how much he wanted to be near her and beside her. That Mikasa made him want to be vulnerable, affectionate and admit his weakness. That he wouldn't be teased for all the things he enjoyed when he was younger. He was the bisexual artsy guy, the tattooed and pierced, he loved music, podcasts and at one point wanted to be a police officer. Driven by a need to protect people after his dad abused his mum and bullied him. But then there were ways to help people and improve their lives without joining the police. But Mikasa loved him just the same regardless of his flaws. Comforted by the warmth of another person, knowing she was within reach, knowing he wasn't alone. The blankets pooled around their hips, the streetlights peaking through the curtains. The endless night still buzzing with people working the late shifts, going about their lives and eager to get home.

Mikasa curled against him, her arm wrapped around his and their fingers intertwined, connected even when sleeping. Reminding herself that he was close, reminding herself that she wasn't alone. The moon beaming high in the sky through greyed clouds, illuminating the night and lighting up the darkened streets, the silver light radiating from it, like something from a fairytale. Jean hummed sleepily, humming against her shoulder, her soft hair tickling his cheeks, soft and comforting. Her curves outlined under the sheets, her soft muscles and flat stomach beneath his hands. The scent of vanilla and apple wafting up to his nose, her skin so velvety soft, she smelled delicious. Her skin was so soft and smooth, pale like the moonlight and gentle to the touch, warm and comforting, like the heart that beat within her. He never felt alone when he was with her, he had someone to come home to, his best friend. The two of them had grown and changed because of the other, changing from the person they used to be. Mikasa had learned to not assume the worst and trust others to make the right decision, Jean had learned it was ok to ask for help and admit when he wasn't coping. He'd opened up about a lot of his trauma's, about his losses and trust issues. About how his dad had effected him growing up, how his parents divorced messed him up, how he'd struggled with his sexuality. She too identified as bisexual, so she understood his struggle and the judgement of other people. She had her own trauma's and she never judged him for his mistakes. He felt so safe beside her, like he was home, she helped him through anything, she was always there when she needed him. She could read him like a book and knew what was troubling him before he had to tell her, they were a team and always would be.

Mikasa hummed sleepily, mumbles escaping her lips nonsensically, shifting against his body, their bodies comfortably intertwined. She could sense Jean moving but she wasn't all that bothered by it, lost to dreams and barely cognisant. He probably needed to pee but couldn't be bothered getting up, or perhaps he was having a dirty dream and got a boner in his sleep. She admittedly needed to move positions because she was getting stiff, she knew it would hurt in the morning if she didn't move, her joints cramping from laying still for too long. But he didn't want to let her go, he didn't want to move, he was enjoying being close to her, to enjoy settling their warmth and cosiness. He just enjoyed cuddling, just the human contact of another person, he could just turn over and it wouldn't change a thing. "...ean..." Mikasa muttered sleepily, talking in her sleep.

Jean opened one eye curiously, his interest spiked as he listened to her sleep-talking, wondering what she was dreaming about. He'd heard her speak all forms of nonsense in her dreams before and always found it adorable. But now he was curious, he rarely ever caught her speaking about him, had he just heard her correctly, or was he still half asleep and hearing things? Was she... was Mikasa dreaming about him?

Mikasa sighed sleepily, a soft yawn escaping her lips, unfazed by his movement and deeply asleep. She'd always been a heavy sleeper, though on occasion she had nightmares about her parents. He'd held her many times before, laid in bed sobbing after being ripped from sleep by the memory of her parents death. Rigid, frightened and traumatised, crying in his arms. It took a lot to wake her up, she was a deep sleeper. "Jean..." Mikasa mumbled sleepily, repeating herself.

Jean stared in awe, unable to believe his ears, he wasn't hearing things and he wasn't imagining it. She was, she was dreaming about him, wondering what she was dreaming about, wondering what her dreams were full of. He'd often wondered about the many strange and curious things that swarmed his girlfriends thoughts, she was so full of surprises fond smile forming on his lips. He didn't know where he would be without her, she helped chase away the monsters that haunted him. Jean hummed, utterly in awe of her fondness for him, he would remember this and tease her about it later. She would never be able to live it down or admit it, he brushed back some of her hair fondly, kissing her forehead affectionately. "I'm here babe" he soothed, hoping she would hear his voice, she didn't need to be scared, he would always be here. Hopefully he'd fall asleep again, finding some peace in sleep.

Mikasa then rolled over, uncomfortable in her position, twisting the sheets further, catching Jean off guard as she moved abruptly. Shifting her body as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his chest as she entangled their legs. Listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Like a small kitten seeking warmth and moving their position to get comfier.

Jean blushed, Mikasa nuzzling him closer and closing the gap between them, silently seeking his comfort. Unable to believe this was happening, this had to be the cutest thing he had ever seen, he could barely cope. Mikasa acting like a needy kitten, nuzzling closer to him and silently finding warmth. Screaming internally at how adorable it was, wishing this moment would last forever, burning it into his psyche. He had no idea if Mikasa was seeking warmth or just wanted human contact and comfort, either way he was utterly delighted. He then placed his arm around her, holding her closer to which she nuzzled against him. Fingering her hair affectionately, loving how soft it was "Sweet dreams Mikasa" he cooed affectionately.