Chapter Thirty-Five
Commence the Final Operation
HAPPY SIXTH YEAR ANNIVERSARY!
A/N: That's right, it's been 6 years since I first posted this story. I cannot believe we are already here. Thank you to everyone who has been a part of this fanfic for so long and I am excited to see what happens from here.
Disclaimer: Attack on Titan does not belong to me; I only own Emalina and any other OCs. The new story picture does not belong to me; I hold no Copyright and found the picture through Google Images.
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EMALINA
Waking up the following morning, the first thing I noticed was the sun shining through the window of our room. I smiled at the rays filtering through the glass, feeling more relaxed than I had the last several days. Rolling over to lie on my opposite side, I was met with Jean, who was surprisingly still asleep. Running my fingers along his chin, this man continuously mesmerized me. He's the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, what with the undercut hairstyle, his cocky attitude, how caring he can be, and those abs.
Those were just a plus, but still.
Whisking my fingers through his hair, I moved strands away from his face, memorizing every single feature of his face. Though I was relaxed, sharing my fears with Jean last night didn't mean they had vanished entirely. I'm terrified of losing this man, so I want to remember every single texture, all the bumps and curves of his face. I want to remember his multitude of expressions, how his eyes narrow and grow, and the feel of his hands on me. I want to remember everything.
Jean was right the other night, saying this battle would be difficult. More importantly, he seems sure I have complete control over my titan. And I think he's right. It's just that I keep remembering the day I was turned and how Reiner's screams turned me into a mindless monster.
Taking a deep breath, I drew closer to Jean, inhaling his manly scent of sweat and natural musk. With my head falling against the man's chest, I could feel myself growing sleepy again by listening to his steady heartbeat. Savoring this moment, I closed my eyes, curling my fingers into Jean's shirt, holding on for dear life.
That's when I felt his arms circle around my body, holding me tightly in his embrace.
"Mmm, g'morning kitten," he whispered, his raspy voice entering my ears, completely melting my insides.
"Good morning, handsome."
Stretching his long limbs, Jean yawned as I merely watched, still curled against the pillow. Laying back down, he cupped my cheek. "Were you able to fall asleep last night?"
"Eventually, yeah."
"The thought about tomorrow's been keeping you up, hasn't it?"
"Mhm," I whispered. "I guess it's a good thing that we're not leaving until sunset, huh? Maybe I can sleep."
"Maybe." Fingers skimming along my cheek, Jean stared into my eyes. "Hey, I've got an idea." Raising my eyebrows, I was curious what he was thinking. "It's pretty much a free day today, so why don't we go visit my mother? I think she'd like to see us before we leave tomorrow…Who knows what'll happen? I mean, what if…?"
My finger landed on his lips, silencing the man. "Don't even say it because it won't happen. We promised each other to survive, so that will happen."
Smirking, the man released a soft chuckle. "Of course, you're right." Standing from the bed, Jean extended his hand for me to take. "Let's go enjoy today while we can."
Showering together, we spent more than enough time under the water to the point our fingers were all pruny. We were left a giggling mess as we wore casual clothing, ready to take on Trost District. Maneuvering through Headquarters, we waved hello to our friends, explaining to Levi where we were headed, and then exited into the town. Being early afternoon, there were still quite a few people roaming the streets. Seeing the city lively again was nice, even after the titan attack.
Making our way to the familiar wooden house, Jean and I first ventured to the market and purchased flowers for his mother. Walking up to the door, we knocked, thankful we could hear footsteps from inside, meaning his mother was home. Opening the door, Jacqueline was all smiles the moment she saw us. Giving us each a tight embrace, she ushered us inside towards the table, where we offered her the flowers we bought.
"Oh, these are lovely! Thank you both so much!" Searching for a vase, she filled it with water, placing the flowers inside before setting it on the table. "I'm surprised to see you here today!" She said, putting the kettle on the stove to make us tea. "Don't you have another expedition in the next few days?"
"Actually, we leave tomorrow evening," Jean answered, standing to help his mother in the kitchen. Navigating the kitchen, he pulled the teacups from their regular spot in the cabinet and handed them to Jacqueline.
"Thank you, Jean." Pouring the tea into the cups, Jacqueline gave us each one before sitting down. "So, tomorrow's the big day. What's this expedition about, again?"
Jean and I shared a look before I was the one to answer. "We're taking back Wall Maria."
Jacqueline coughed into her teacup. "You mean…the rumors I've heard, they're all true? You truly have a way to recover Wall Maria?"
I nodded. "Yeah, we do. It's…taken some time, but we have a fool-proof plan that'll work. In several days, the Scouts will return victorious."
"That's great news! But…you'll still have to fight the titans again, right?" She asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
I automatically thought of Reiner and Bertholdt, already fearing what that battle would be like. Of course, I wasn't about to tell Jean's mother the dark secret of our expedition, that we were to lose a good portion of the Scouts. For the past several days, I've had a gut feeling this expedition is fated to lose most, if not all, of its members. And that scared the living shit out of me. Because who would die? Who would survive?
"Unfortunately," Jean replied, fidgeting in his seat. "Yes, we will have to fight the titans. But that's why we're leaving in the evening. Now that we have a light source, we can trek through the dark when they don't move."
Holding her cheek, the woman exhaled. "Goodness…I can't believe…and you're still willing to go out past the walls?" Jean and I nodded, his hand reaching for mine underneath the table. "Well…" Jacqueline stared outside the window for several moments, then turned her attention back to us. "Goodness, I just can't believe how strong you two have become over these past few months. From Emalina's letters, it sounds like you've been all over the walls recently."
"Ain't that the truth…" Jean muttered into his hand. "I can't tell you how many times we've traveled between Trost and Stohess. And then there was the time we were in Orvud."
"Yeah, who could forget that?" I giggled, knowing exactly why I remembered it, despite the large ass titan we had to defeat.
"What happened in Orvud?"
"Uh, well…it's kinda a long story. One we're… not supposed to talk about."
Jacqueline held up her hands in defense, chuckling as she did so. "Alright, alright, I see how it is. Keep your Military secrets; I won't ask anymore."
"Trust me, we'd spill everything if we could. But some things we've gone through are better left unspoken," Jean admitted.
His mother's face fell slightly. Reaching across the table, she held her son's hand. "And sometimes I wish you didn't have to go through it. But you both," she switched her attention between us, eyes glancing back and forth. "Chose this path. And every day I think about you two, I am so unbelievably proud of what you have done."
Jean said, "But…you don't know everything we've done."
"It doesn't matter because I know you've done something. Your eyes can speak more volumes than your words, Jean." Patting his hand, she retracted hers to grasp the teacup, taking a long sip. "So, if you don't plan to leave until tomorrow, what are your plans?"
"Not much," I stated, thinking about what we could do in the meantime. "We'll probably relax for most of the day and get all our stuff ready for tomorrow. I think they're throwing us a big dinner tonight for the sake of the expedition. Also," Grinning at Jean, I added, "I overheard a conversation from the higher-ups. I think there might be meat tonight."
I could immediately see Jean's reaction change; he looked ready to drool. "Meat? You serious?" I nodded excitedly. "Damn, that means we'll have to keep Sasha at bay."
"Won't be too hard," I snickered.
"Sounds like you guys have a plan. You know what? I've got some errands to run in the market. Would you two mind coming with and helping me?"
"Sure!" I answered before Jean could say no. Chuckling at my side, he smirked at me as he shook his head.
And so, that's how we spent a good chunk of our morning and early afternoon. We walked around the market with Jacqueline, buying her groceries and anything else she needed for the house. It was such an excellent way to spend the morning. I adored and loved Jean's mother and will forever be grateful for the warmth she's shown me. Walking through the market, I began fiddling with the rose pendant around my neck, as I never take it off, not even when I shower. Seeing me play with the necklace, Jacqueline looked up from the current store's wares and looked at me.
"Emalina, what's around your neck you're playing with?"
"This?" Stepping closer, I showed Jacqueline my pendant, who studied it in the sunlight.
"Oh my, this is absolutely beautiful! Who gave this to you?" Smiling, she handed it back.
Jean watched us the entire time; a small smile played on his lips. "This was a gift from Jean. He got it for me in Stohess a few months ago."
Staring at her son, the woman was beaming. "He did? Oh, Jean, that is so sweet of you, it's gorgeous! Why a rose?"
"Because her middle name is Rose; I thought it was fitting," Jean stated.
"Hmm, Emalina Rose…my, you have such a beautiful name."
Giggling, I touched the pendant on my neck. "Thank you! It was my dad who named me."
"Is that so?" Jacqueline smiled softly. "Your father, what was he like?"
"Goodness," I cupped my chin, trying to think of the best characteristics my father had. "My father was the absolute best. He was Uma's lead breeder and taught me everything I know. He was a very caring man who went above and beyond for everyone in the village, regardless of whatever it was. He was tall, and I mean really tall!"
Coming up beside me, Jean leaned his elbow against the top of my head, only showing off the difference in our heights. "Then how come you're so short?"
Swatting his arm away, I huffed. "Psh, I'm probably short because of my mother; she was short, too."
"Your parents sound like they were good people, Emalina," Jacqueline said genuinely.
"They were the best; I couldn't have asked for anyone better."
Chuckling, Jacqueline pulled a pocket watch from her dress, glancing at the time. "Goodness! We've been out here for quite some time! How about we - "
"Emalina?"
Turning my head at the call of my name, I could see Levi through the crowd, headed straight in our direction. "Levi!" Meeting him halfway, I wrapped my arms around his waist as he wrapped one securely around my shoulders. Walking back to the other two, Levi lifted his eyebrow at Jean.
"I thought you were going to see Jean's mother?" He asked both of us.
"We did, and then she asked us to help her shop. Besides, this is her right here."
Waving my hand before Jean, he said, "Captain, this is my mother, Jacqueline."
"And Jacqueline, this is Captain Levi, my brother!" Reaching for his hand, they shook. Jacqueline smiled at my brother, whereas Levi merely nodded. "So, what're you doing outside of Headquarters?" I asked him.
"I'm picking up a few supplies I need tomorrow." Ruffling my hair, he smiled at me as I released a growl. I loved and hated it when people did that. Casting his gaze at Jean, he then said, "You two probably shouldn't stay out much longer. We're trying to keep everyone at HQ until tomorrow."
"I won't keep them much longer; I can promise you that, Captain Levi," Jacqueline answered for the both of us. "I just require their assistance in carrying everything home."
Levi shook his head. "Take as much time as you need. We want all recruits to be well rested for tomorrow."
"Of course, I completely understand." Turning to us, she said, "I believe I have everything I need to get; why don't we head back to the house?"
Patting me on the arm, Levi smirked in my direction. "I'll see you both tonight. Mrs. Kirschtein, it was nice to meet you."
She nodded. "And you as well, Captain Levi. Good luck on the expedition tomorrow." Then he left in the opposite direction. Taking hold of her bags, she glanced at us. "Alright, let's head back."
Jean took the large basket while I carried numerous bags in my arms. The trek to their home wasn't long, maybe a ten-minute walk, until we were back. Placing everything on the table, I was surprised with everything she had purchased. It was then I imagined if my life would ever be like Jacqueline's.
Would I ever have the life where I'd cook my husbands favorite meal? Or spend my days with the children? I loved my current life in the Military, but I did't want to live this life forever. I sought and desired all the promises Jean and I had made together. That was the life I wanted. Then again, any life, as long as I have Jean and my friends by my side, is perfect.
Jean and I then spent the next hour helping his mother put away all her items, including all the food and anything else she may have purchased. I wanted to stay longer and be with his mother. She had become just as important to me as Jean. I cherished the woman, for she had taken me in when she didn't have to. Now, she became another reason I would survive this expedition so I could come back here and drink tea with her.
Saying our goodbyes, Jacqueline held onto us tightly, not wanting to let go; she only relented when Jean grasped her shoulder. With tears in her eyes, she bid us off as we walked hand-in-hand back to Headquarters. HQ was bustling with Scout soldiers running to and fro, some arms empty, some filled to the brim as they walked past. Making our way into the Mess Hall, we joined Connie, Sasha, and Marlowe for lunch, enjoying our time together, cracking jokes, and living our lives. It was everything I could ask for before an expedition. If I were to lose any of these people, this is how I wanted to remember them.
Afterward, Jean and I retired to our room for the afternoon, where I clung to the bed and slept. He had been right; I hadn't been sleeping these past several days, and I needed my energy for the next few days; who knew how much sleep we'd be getting then? Rubbing my back until I was completely asleep, the last thing I remember before I dozed off was Jean singing to me, leaving a bright smile on my face.
Awoken by the sound of Jean and Levi's voices, I sat upwards, stretching my limbs as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. As my vision grew accustomed to the light filtering through the window, I could see the two of them standing in the doorway. Yawning, I called out to them. "Ngh, w-what're you guys doing?"
Both turning, it was my brother who spoke first. "Oh good, you're awake. We were starting to worry about you."
"…about what?"
"You wouldn't wake up," Jean said, walking towards my side as I moved to stand. "You've been asleep for a good several hours."
"Really? Damn, I guess I was more tired than I thought."
"Which is why I came to get you. Dinner's almost ready, so get your asses downstairs before the food gets cold."
"We'll be down there soon, Levi, promise," I said as he walked off down the hallway. Once he was gone, I glanced at Jean, who was staring at me. "I seriously have been asleep this whole time?"
"Yeah, and you knocked out pretty quickly, too. I was surprised because Sasha and Connie were in her for a while, and you were off in lala land."
"Well, excuse me! I needed my beauty sleep!" Crossing my arm, I huffed. That is, until the man flicked my forehead.
"Silly girl, my kitten never needs her beauty sleep because she's always beautiful."
"Heh, do you tell all the girls that?"
He smirked. "Just the ones I sleep with."
"Ah! Well, I never!" I turned to walk away when his arms wrapped around me, preventing me from doing so.
"And where do you think you're going?" He whispered into my ear. I leaned my head against his chest and stared into his golden eyes. "You're such a silly woman. You know I'm kidding, right?" I couldn't help but grin mischievously. Of course, I knew Jean could never lie to me that easily. He smiled alongside me, holding my hand, egging me to walk outside. "How about some dinner, yeah? You said they might be serving meat."
"That's what I heard!"
Navigating through the large structure, we entered the Mess Hall to see it filled to the brim with Scouts, new recruits, and veterans alike. From across the room, Sasha called our names, gathering our attention. Making our way toward her, I sat beside Sasha while Jean sat across from me next to Armin. We enjoyed a small conversation before the food began to arrive, and boy, was I right. We were being served meat.
As the meat was placed on our tables, all around me gasped, not believing there was cooked meat to eat. Sasha especially was in disbelief as she continued to stare on. Watching my friends left me chuckling. Soon, a veteran soldier called for our attention.
"This may be a special night, but we don't need the public knowing our plans. So behave like the disciplined soldiers you are."
Everyone in the hall grew quiet, unsure if they could believe what was before their eyes.
"What? No way, is that…it is? It's meat!" Connie was just as frozen as the rest of us.
Sasha clasped her hands against her head. "Am I dreaming…?!"
The veteran soldier up at the front raised his glass. "Alright, here's to the retaking of Wall Maria. A toast!"
It was then the entire Mess Hall erupted into utter chaos. Everyone jumped at the opportunity to have meat in their stomachs once again. The place grew loud and obnoxious. I couldn't understand. I mean, sure, meat tastes good, but seriously? All this just because of some food? I didn't understand; then again, I didn't eat much meat growing up anyway. People began screaming at each other. Some jumped upon the table to be able to fill their plates. Some soldiers fought while others just sat there.
By my side, Sasha snatched the entire slab of meat and stood, trying to run away from it. Before I could realize what was happening, Connie had her in a chokehold, and Jean was trying to pry the meat from her hands.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Potato Girl?! No way are we gonna let you pull this shit!" Jean was yelling at my best friend, and I thought it was the funniest thing I had ever seen.
"Drop the meat, Sasha! C'mon, I really don't wanna have to kill you!" Connie had tears in his eyes, and I knew he had the desire to kill her for the meat.
Observing the entire scenario from my seat, I watched as Jean pulled the roast straight from Sasha's mouth. "You can't eat the whole thing alone! You pig!" She jumped forward and latched her mouth onto Jean's hand, trying to eat his last two fingers. He screamed, and I was nearly in tears from laughter. "Agh! You're eating me! My hand, my hand!"
"Sasha!" Connie cried, trying his damnedest to pull the girl back. "That meat is Jean! We don't eat our friends, ok?!"
Letting her go, Sasha fell back towards the table, reaching for as many slices as possible. In front of her, Marlowe had been casually eating, observing the scene, just like me. Then, he had the nerve actually to speak. "What, does the Scout Regiment never get any meat? Really, that's just sad." Sasha then punched him in the face with her fist, causing Marlowe's nose to bleed instantly.
"Connie, would you just knock her out already?" Mikasa asked calmly as everyone stared on in fright. Poor Jean was holding onto his hand, having his fingers nearly bitten off.
"I'm trying! It's like her life's shut down, but she's still moving somehow!" He cried.
"That's because you're not doing it right," I said, looking up at him beside me.
"Huh? Then what do you suggest, Emalina?!"
"This." Whacking my best friend in the back of the neck as hard as I could, I hit the sensitive point beneath the skin; Sasha instantly slumped forward, head smashing into the table, eyes closed peacefully. The entire table grew quiet as they all stared. "See?" I said arrogantly. "Simple."
"Good, she's finally knocked out. Let's tie her up so she doesn't pull this crap again." Eren stood as he and Connie took hold of Sasha and tied her to one of the pole support beams. When they were all done, they admired their handiwork. "There, that should do it." And they walked back to our table, deep in their conversation.
Groaning entered my ears as I turned towards Sasha to see her squirming against the ropes. Smiling, I wouldn't let my best friend starve, so I fixed our plates together and walked over to her, taking my seat. I could feel Jean's eyes on me as I fed Sasha her food, simultaneously eating my portions.
I had been sitting on the floor for probably twenty minutes, feeding Sasha and myself. When her plate was clean, I moved to stand when her wails grew louder to gain my attention. Staring down at my best friend, I shook my head. "You tried to eat Jean's hand, so you deserve a timeout." She wailed even more at me, knowing full well she was asking me to release her bonds. I patted her head, saying, "I'll come back to get you in a while, ok?" The moment I resumed my seat across from Jean, I finally entered the conversation they were having.
"Don't you get it?" Jean firmly stated, eyes cast upon Marlowe beside me. "You've got no experience! That's why you're in the rearguard, rookie."
"I may be less knowledgeable than the rest of you, but isn't the vanguard the best place to learn how the enemy moves?" Man, Marlowe was not one to give up on his desire to learn how the Scouts worked.
Jean was surprised. "What's this? You think that you can lecture a veteran about self-sacrifice?"
"Isn't that what makes us effective?" I had to shake my head at the man's words. He truly wasn't getting it. "Being willing to put ourselves in harm's way?"
"Listen…" Jean sighed, knowing his words weren't reaching the recruit's brain. "Everyone starts out as a recruit, ok? If we throw recruits into battle like cannon fodder, then they'll all be too dead to learn. And that's why, for now, it's your job to watch and learn from the rear so you can make it back in one piece."
Marlowe still didn't seem convinced as he hummed. Swallowing my spoonful of stew, I whacked Marlowe across the shoulder, who then grasped his arm as everyone turned to stare at me. "Stop acting like you're ready to give up your life for the cause. Sure, being in the Scouts means there is a chance you may die. But being in the Scouts also means learning how to prevent your death while out in the field." All my friends nodded in agreement as I spoke.
"Hmm, so what you're saying is…" Marlowe tried to speak.
"I'm saying this: you're a rookie, you're in the rearguard, so just leave it at that. Trust me when I say you will learn much from being in the back. Even on your first expedition."
Marlowe stared at me before moving his gaze to our friends. "I'm guessing you all agree?"
"Of course. Ema's a special case, but take it from us; she's right," Connie stated as he chewed his meat.
The recruit raised an eyebrow. "A special case? Why?" He cast his gaze on me. "What makes you so different?"
Smirking, I rubbed the back of my head. "I mean, well…when we went on our last expedition several months ago, I was given a veteran's assignment even though I was a fresh recruit."
Marlowe's eyes widened upon hearing that. "Wait, seriously? Then, what about the rest of you? Why were you not treated the same when you graduated together?"
Across from him, Armin chuckled. "Emalina's a special case. She had prior experience with the Scouts while we were still new."
Without waiting for Marlowe to ask, I added to Armin's statement. "I lived with the Scouts before joining the Cadet Corp., meaning I had an insight into how the regiment worked and knew what to expect, so I had more experience than everyone else who joined alongside me."
"Damn," Marlowe whispered. "I've heard from others about how you graduated number one from your class, but still, Ema. That's…that's a lot for a new recruit to experience."
Though I shrugged my shoulders, I still smiled at my friend. "It doesn't matter how much experience I may have had initially. All of us," I circled my finger to my friends around the table. "We all had to earn our way to where we are now. That does not exclude you. You may be new, but I can guarantee that Erwin will not treat you like fodder. You have to learn like all Scouts do at some point."
Jean rubbed my shoulder, turning his attention back to Marlowe momentarily. "She's right. However, the ones who really suck…are the suicidal maniacs who think the only way to fight is to charge in blind, right?" Jean leaned across Armin to stare directly at Eren.
Lowering his mug, Eren said quietly, "Are you talking about someone in particular?"
"Yeah, I'm lookin' right at him…suicidal maniac."
"You see, the funny thing is that I recently discovered that I'm actually a pretty normal person. So hey, if that's how you really see me, then maybe you're just a coward, Jean. Right?" The two of them moved away from each other, but their stare remained. That could only mean one thing.
Slapping my forehead, I groaned. "Oh no, here we go again…"
Tapping my arm, I peeked at Marlowe through my fingers. "Why, what's going to happen?"
"…you'll see," I muttered with a groan. They both stood to their feet; poor Armin was stuck in the middle as they grasped the other person's collar.
"You think you're so cool, don't you, you piece of shit?!" Jean roared.
"That's a pretty shaggy lookin' mane you're growin' there, horse face!"
"Aww, I like his shaggy hair…" I cooed with a frown.
"What's with those two?" Marlowe asked.
Waving my hand around, I wasn't sure how to answer. "This is…just how they are. Give them some time, and they'll wear themselves out."
"Try not to kill each other," Connie mumbled with a spoon stuck in his mouth.
Jean shoved Eren out of the way. "You jerk! Get back!"
"You're gonna rip my shirt!" Eren cried.
"What the hell are those two doing?"
"…they are fighting, Marlowe. This is just how they are." Eren threw the first punch directly into Jean's upper abdomen. I could see his eyes turn white.
"You bastard!"
Then Jean threw the next punch straight into Eren's stomach. Then, each of them began throwing random hits. By now, they had the attention of the entire Mess Hall. Some were on Jean's side; the others were for Eren.
"Nnn…" Even from my position, I could still hear what Jean said to Eren. "If you didn't have titan powers…you'd be dead ten times over! Although I guess Mikasa would've swooped in every time to save your worthless ass! You so eager to die?! Fine then, I'll kill you!" He punched Eren in the stomach once more.
"…yeah, ok…" I could hear the wind being taken out of Eren. "You can't stand there and tell me Emalina wouldn't come and save your stupid ass! She'd do the same to you, horse face! Give me your best shot! You oughta start showing your mom some more respect, Jean-Boy!"
"Would you forget that?!"
"…never!"
Standing behind Mikasa, I could hear Armin ask her, "Should we let them keep going?"
She shook her head. "I think it's fine."
Armin then turned to me. "Emalina?"
I shrugged. "Let them have some fun. Maybe they'll sleep better tonight."
The fight continued for ten more minutes, each throwing punch after punch against the other. Poor Jean, I feel his entire stomach will be bruised by the time we head to bed later. With a shake of my head, I released a heavy breath. Sometimes, I wished they stopped fighting. However, I can't just sit here and say that I didn't love watching Jean fight; I did. His moves were always so particular and calculated; it was sexy.
Still, neither of them gave up. Even after the ten-minute mark, they were still throwing jabs at one another, albeit at a languid pace compared to when they started. A weak jab to the stomach, a slow punch to the arm, neither wanted to give it up. That is until I could see my brother walking in their direction. Uh oh…
"Hey."
Kicking Eren in the stomach, he was flung backward as Levi then slammed his fist into Jean's stomach, and both fell to the ground. My body tensed just seeing the way Jean was attacked. I'm surprised he hasn't thrown up his food because of the fight.
"That's enough celebrating!" Levi called out to everyone in the hall. "Go to bed." At this moment, Jean rolled over against the stone flooring and threw up his entire dinner. Smacking my face, I knew it was bound to happen. "…and clean that up."
Leaving the table, I made my way over to Jean, whose body was shaking. Kneeling, I rubbed his back, letting him know I was there. Turning his head, Jean gazed at me, slowly moving to stand. Taking his arm, I helped the man until he was steady on his feet. His eyes looked at the floor, then glanced away.
"Let's get you upstairs. I'll come back and clean that up."
"N-No, you shouldn't have to clean up my - "
Interrupting him, I placed a finger to his lips. "Shh, don't even worry about it, alright? I'm more concerned about you. Eren got some good hits on you, didn't he?"
"…yeah, that bastard."
Shaking my head, I waved to my brother, calling out his name. "Levi!" My brother saw me and made his way over. "I'm gonna take Jean upstairs, then come back down and clean up the mess."
"Alright, I'll see you in a bit. There's something we need to discuss."
Nodding, we then walked out of the hall towards the main staircase. With my arm wrapped around his back, Jean leaned into me for support; I could tell the fight did a number on him. Walking down the hallway, I opened the door to our shared room, making our way towards the bed, where Jean sat. Casting his eyes upon me, I ran my knuckles across his cheek.
"I'm gonna go clean up your mess. Will you be alright without me?"
"I'll manage somehow, but it'll be pretty lonely." He admitted.
"Heh, I'll try not to be long, but Levi wants to talk to me about something, so we'll see. You rest your stomach, ok?"
"Just my abs hurt; my stomach feels better now that I've puked," Jean said sheepishly as if he was stating something embarrassing.
"Don't worry, sweetie. Everything will be fine come morning." I kissed his forehead and said, "I'll be back soon."
Closing the door behind me, I reversed my location and returned to the Mess Hall. Stepping into the kitchen, I found some rags and a bucket, then filled it with water. Nearly everybody was gone in the hall, a few veterans cleaning up the remaining food and utensils. Making my way towards our table, I knelt against the ground, ready to get my hands dirty. As I dumped a rag into the water, my name was called from behind. Turning to see it was Levi, I acknowledged his presence but continued my work.
"So, what'd you need to talk to me about?" I gathered most of the chunks using the wet rag and dumped the pile into the bucket. As I scrubbed the floor clean, Levi sat on a bench beside me.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?"
"As ready as I will ever be, Levi. We're still leaving at sunset, correct?" He nodded. "Then I might sleep in the morning to get more rest."
"Whatever it is you need to do to be ready come nightfall. Listen…". " Levi looked troubled, Rubbing the back of his neck. Once the floor was spotless, I threw the rag in the bucket and glanced at my brother. I couldn't tell if he didn't want to speak or couldn't find the words. Asking for a moment, I took the bucket to the kitchen and cleaned it, washing my hands before returning to my brother. "Are you absolutely ready for this expedition?"
Taking the seat beside him, I acknowledged his question. "Of course I am. Why, is there something I should be concerned about?"
"No, at least not yet. But there is a high possibility we could run in Reiner or Bertholdt in Shiganshina. I know you were very close to them. So, I…" He seemed to be struggling with his words today. Sighing, Levi ran a hand through his cropped hair. "I just want to make sure that you're ready for this. That I can trust you'll make the best decision when it comes to these traitors."
Face falling, I dropped my head. Of course, Levi would ask something like this. "I…can't lie and say it won't be hard, but I know what must be done." Narrowing my eyes in his direction, I then said, "They're traitors who tried to kidnap me. They're going to pay big for what they've done."
Clapping my shoulder, Levi sighs. "I didn't want to ask this of you, Ema, because I know you'll do your job right. It's just…this'll be different than simply fighting titans. Most likely, one of us will have to kill those two. It could end up being you."
"I'm…well aware of that. I'm not looking forward to having to kill two people I considered my best friends…but I will do whatever is necessary."
"And what about your titan? Are you comfortable using it?"
"Mhm, I have no doubt I'll likely spend most of my time as a titan. But I've worked hard these past months, perfecting my skills, so I should be all set. At least…I think so. Jean believes I have complete control over my titan; it's just…" Fiddling with my hair, I tried to stall, but it was inevitable that I had to speak. "What if Reiner takes control over me again like last time? I fear I may hurt or kill one of you."
"According to Jean and the reports I've read, you tried attacking the MPs and the Garrisons, but you missed every single time. That's not just a coincidence, Ema. You've had more control over your titan than you originally thought."
"T-That's true…I'm just…scared," I finally admitted.
Pulling me against him, Levi softly ruffled my hair. "Emalina, I…don't think I tell you this enough, but…you're the best little sister anyone could ask for…I love you for that." Kissing my temple, I could suddenly feel my eyes fill with moisture. I've known that Levi loved me as his sister this entire time, but never had he spoken such words aloud.
"Levi, I-I love you too." I returned his kiss with one of my own against his temple. "You better survive this; I don't want to think of the possibility that I could lose you, too."
"Tch, I'm probably the soldier most expected to live; you should know that."
"Oh yeah, 'Humanities Strongest' and everything."
"Tch, that's right." I couldn't resist but to laugh. I loved my brother so much and loved it even more when he could drop his walls around me. Whisking away a stray tear, I stared at him. "But I taught you everything I know, so you're also the soldier most expected to survive."
"Let's be honest here. I don't see how I can die. Titan, remember? My injuries heal themself."
"True, but, uh, let's not rely on that notion, ok, shorty?" Levi ruffled my hair again, so I slapped his hand away, smoothing my bun out as best I could. "Alright, I've kept you long enough. How was Jean feeling?"
"Oh, he's gonna be fine. He's more sore from the fight than from throwing up. He'll be good to go come tomorrow night."
"That's good to hear. He's a competent soldier; I've been impressed with him." Knocking my shoulder, he added, "You chose wisely, Emalina."
"Heh, yeah, I did, didn't I? Well…this one is off to go lay down. I shall see you in the morning, alright?" Kissing his temple once more, I turned to leave when another thought crossed my mind. Turning back to my brother, I said, "Hey, Levi?" He lifted his head. "Please, make sure you get enough sleep tonight as well. I know you don't sleep well, so…"
He smiled. "I'll be alright, shorty. Thanks."
Waving goodnight, I trekked back up toward our room for the night. Opening the door, I was surprised to find Jean wasn't on the bed. When I closed the door behind me, the one on the opposite side of the room opened. Jean walked on out, patting his cheeks as he saw me.
"How're you feeling?" I asked.
"Psh, I'm fine. Though I feel even better now that I brushed my teeth."
"Oh, minty fresh?" I giggled.
"Minty fresh baby, come here." Falling into his arms, his lips landed on mine, and he was correct; his breath was fresh and tasty.
"Mmm," I moaned, retracting from his mouth. "Very yummy."
His devilish smirk plastered against his lips. "Told you. So! What did Levi want?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I removed my shoes and fell flat against the mattress, staring upwards towards the ceiling. "He's just being my big brother, wanting to ensure I was ready for tomorrow."
Jean joined me in the same position, crossing his arms behind his head. "You should've known that was coming. He did the same thing last time as well."
"That's very true. He did. But this time, he also wanted to ensure I would be ready to fight and possibly kill Reiner or Bertholdt."
Turning his head towards me, I could see his gaze, so I also moved mine. "And? What'd you tell him?"
"That they'll pay for what they've done and the fact they tried to kidnap me." Moving my eyes back towards the ceiling, I sighed heavily. "No matter what happens, they have to die, and…I have to stop being so fearful. We'll get through this. We'll survive."
Taking my hand, Jean brought it up to his lips, kissing each finger. "That we will, kitten, that we will. I'll make sure of it."
Suddenly removing himself from the bed, Jean stood to his feet. Extending his hand for me to take, I grasped it firmly as I then stood. Moving us to the middle of the room, Jean wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands took hold of my waist. Shifting slightly, the man began to step with a slight sway, back and forth, back and forth. Humming a random song, I then understood what we were doing.
We were dancing.
Laying my head against his chest, I listened and felt the way Jean's chest vibrated with his hums, the sound beautiful and calming. Slowly, we danced around the room. What he decided to do was gentle and loving. Lifting my head, I stood on my tip-toes to kiss Jean's cheek. Angling his head downward, his lips met mine, and we soon exchanged saliva.
Tongues wrapped around each other as our holds on each other tightened, never wanting to let go. Our dancing halted as we became consumed with one another. Jean's hands crawled along my back, whereas mine sunk into his hair, gripping all the strands I could hold. Being gifted with the ability to love and kiss this man was surreal. Our relationship, everything we shared and did together, was magical. I was destined to be with Jean Kirschtein, to share this life and become one with him.
Feeling my feet pushed back, Jean led me away from the middle of the room until I was flushed against the wall. Back arching, I curled my body into his. I needed more. I wanted more. Whatever this man could give me, I would take it all. Finally, needing to breathe, I broke our kiss, inhaling and exhaling.
"Emalina, I…" His forehead fell against mine. Gazing into each other's eyes, I knew what he wanted before he even spoke. "Let me have you, let me taste you. I want to make love to you, to fuck you, to take you as hard as I can. Please…before we leave tomorrow, I need to be with you one last time, in case…"
"Yes," I quickly interrupted his words, not wanting to hear the possible outcome. "Take me, use me, fuck me, make love to me - I honestly don't care. Just love me and hold me in your arms all night long."
~ oOo ~
JEAN
Caressing her cheek, my lips drifted down her face until they fell to her neck. Sucking the skin, I suddenly wanted to mark her, for others to know she was taken, that she was mine. "Oh, baby girl…" I could feel Emalina tense beneath me, her fingers gripping my vest tightly as I bit her neck. Sucking even harder, I pulled her skin, lapping at it with my tongue; all the while, Emalina was a moaning mess beneath me, her heated breath brushing my skin. This woman will eventually be the death of me, and I know for sure that it'll be pleasurable. After several minutes, I removed my lips, staring in awe at the purple-red bruise. Running my fingers along the different colored skin, I smirked, loving everything I had just done.
Opening her eyes, Emalina nearly whined. "Why'd you stop?"
"Oh, you want more, kitten?" She nodded weakly, simply staring up at me with her blue eyes. "What is it you want?"
"Everything," she breathed.
"Heh, I can give you everything you want, baby girl."
Returning the same smirk, Emalina said, "So what're you waiting for?"
Oh, someone's feisty.
"You asked for it," I whispered. Crawling up towards her ear, I then added, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard. But first…"
A gasp left her lips, giving the woman little time to speak as I dragged the dress over her shoulders. Emalina drew in a sharp breath, the coldness in the room biting at her bare skin. Unhooking her bra, I dropped it to the floor, my mouth attaching itself to her breast, tongue licking against her nipple. Emalina called out my name, a moaning mess beneath my slick muscle. She writhed and twitched against my hold, but I would not relent. She curled her fingers into my hair, yanking on the short strands until her back arched.
Fingers grasping the other bud, I twisted the hardened flesh, pulling and dragging the engorged nub. I loved and adored Emalina's breasts, for they fit perfectly in the palms of my hands and were simply beautiful. Switching what I was doing between the two, I licked and pulled, Emalina already a complete mess. Trailing my free hand down the length of her body, my fingers met her brunette curls. Sinking my fingers past her lips, I was immediately hit with her warmth, dampness, and perfection.
Moaning through my teeth, I still couldn't believe this woman. "How're you this wet already? I've barely done anything."
"It doesn't matter," she breathed heavily. "Whatever you do to my body, you always turn me on. I'm…practically always wet when I'm near you."
"Fucking shit Emalina…" I growled, sinking my fingers further into her heat.
Knowing exactly how to move my fingers, I curl them as I thrust inside. Gasping, Emalina's head fell against my shoulder, her body shaking as she was quickly nearing her release. Adding a second finger, I palmed the rest of her, hitting her clit at just the right angle, sending the woman to stand on her toes.
"Jean!"
"Kitten, I love it when you call my name."
Without warning, I removed my hand, falling to my knees. I cast my eyes upward to see Emalina lost and confused, which then turned into bliss as I sunk my tongue into her depths. Mouth encased over her throbbing clit, I sucked, gnawing with my teeth just enough to hear the woman openly growl. Her fingers found their way back into my hair and pulled. Moving south, I slipped inside her weeping hole, drinking her juices as if I were a starved man.
With her slickness covering the bottom half of my face, I resumed licking her clit. Whispers of my name left Emalina's lips as she tugged harder on my hair, pulling me closer to her body. Easily sinking in two fingers, I pumped her hole, increasing the speed with my tongue.
"Please, Jean, please!"
Staring upwards at the woman, her head leaned back as far as it would go, her entire form shaking in euphoria, and it was all because of me. Releasing her lips, I quickly said, "Do you wanna cum?"
"Yes!"
"Then cum for me, baby. I need to feel you quiver around my tongue."
And with that, the woman screamed, nails biting my scalp as I continuously licked her as she orgasmed by my mouth. Dropping towards her hole, I swallowed all of her essence, absolutely loving her taste upon my lips; it was more addicting than any alcohol I've had. Still shaking in my grasp, Emalina began muttering words I couldn't hear. Standing to my feet, I held the woman close, her orgasm continuously pulsating throughout her tiny body.
Breathing heavily, she lifted her head so her eyes showed nothing but lust. "You are…a fucking miracle worker," she gasped.
"Heh, yeah, I know."
As she rolled her eyes, she gently flicked my arm. Standing on her tiptoes, she curled her face as close to my ear as she could, her words weakening the muscles in my legs. "It's just…I thought you were going to fuck me?"
Her words had me snickering. Emalina wasn't one to use profanity when we became intimate; when she did, the woman meant business. And she was right. I did say I would fuck her, right? As I was thinking, Emalina began unbuttoning my vest and then my shirt, letting them drop to the floor. Her fingers were nimble as she then attacked my trousers, pulling them and my underwear down to my ankles. Stepping out of the clothing, I kicked them aside, glad to finally feel her skin against mine.
Taking hold of her hips, I pulled Emalina upward, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist and tightening as she held onto me. Without warning, I grasped my cock and plunged deep into her blazing depths. My eyes squeezed shut. I could never get over the fact of how she was always wet and how she was always so fucking tight. Emalina groaned beneath me, her arms tightening around my waist. And that wasn't the only thing to tighten. Her core grasped my cock in a vice grip, only giving me just enough room to pull back before I thrust back into her succulent heat.
"Oh, Jean…!"
My head fell to the crook of her neck, where I breathed in her sweet scent. Lips connecting with her neck again, I marked the skin one more time, enjoying the supple way her skin turned dark purple.
The woman bounced in my arms. Her arms were wrapped around my neck while I held one at her hip and the other attached to the wall for leverage. Her mouth fell near my ear as she gasped, one instant breath after another that occurred right after I snapped my cock back inside of her. Emalina squealed, she panted, and she cried. My hips surged forward, connecting right into hers as I left no space to exist between her body and mine. I wanted nothing more than to close the gap, to be continuously linked with this woman repeatedly.
It was with one specific hard thrust that the woman threw her head backward against the wall. Screaming into the air, she tugged at my hair. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" I would never stop. I didn't want to stop. However, although I loved making love to Emalina in every position possible, I still preferred being on the bed. And so, I pushed ourselves off the wall. Emalina squealed loudly as she clung to my back, gasping at the feel of our conjoined bodies as I moved from standing beside the wall to the bed, all without removing myself from her slick core. "Jean!" She screeched.
Lowering ourselves to the bed, I gently lay Emalina against the sheets, careful with her body as I instantly resumed fucking her senseless. Our thighs slapped together, and to gain a better angle, I lifted Emalina's leg, throwing it over my shoulder, then leaned forward on my elbows. She screamed into my ear, her core instantly becoming a vice grip against my cock.
"Fucking shit, Ema!" The woman could only gasp, her shortened breaths elevated by the new angle. I pushed harder, snapping against her skin, loving the closeness our bodies craved.
Emalina's fingernails scraped alongside my back, curling me even further into her body. Releasing a hearty groan, I thrust even more, wanting nothing more than to bring pleasure to the woman I loved. Letting one of my hands on her waist go, I moved it in between our bodies, tracing the outside of her lips until I brushed past them to her core, rubbing against her swollen clit. Emalina's frame surged forward, her mouth clamping down onto my neck, teeth biting with all her strength. Gritting my teeth, I hissed, my movement halting momentarily as I surged in bliss. My neck felt good, my lips felt good, and my cock felt good. Overall, I was pleasured and on the road to feeling the same sensation in my balls.
I was growing closer, and if I had to judge off the secretion Emalina was leaking, I could guess that she was, too. After several months of being intimate together, I learned to understand her signs. Emalina was more vocal at the beginning of sex and grew more quiet toward her end. She bit her lip, scratched my back, and clung to me more; everything she was doing now.
"E-Emalina!" Lifting the woman upward, she wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing me to hurl myself closer to her body. "Fucking shit…I think I'm close." My thighs burned with an eagerness to quench my thirst. I want to cum. I needed to cum.
Not only that, I suddenly wanted to fill Emalina up to the brim.
She tilted her head against mine. "Jean! Oh, Jean, Jean, Jean…!"
Kissing her jawline, I traced her skin with my tongue. "Yes, baby girl?"
She moaned, lips moving against my ear as she bit the shell. "I'm right there, don't stop touching me."
"Nothing could get me to stop loving you, kitten." Surging more, my one hand held her hip in a bruising grip as my other hand rubbed against her clit, wanting nothing more than to feel her quiver against my cock.
It was then she snapped.
Emalina's head curled tighter into my neck; a small squeak escaped past her lips as she orgasmed to the high heavens and back. Her entire body shook, legs clenching my waist in a searing grip that only allowed me to thrust more into her soaking pussy. Her juices fell past her lips to my thighs, soaking my skin.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" She had just reached her orgasm, and I was on the cusp of mine. I could feel the familiar sensation tingling within my balls. Taking full hold of her waist, I was about to pull out when Emalina cupped my cheek, halting my movement. "No, no! Don't pull out!"
My eyes widened at hearing her words, though that didn't stop me from loving her body. "Don't pull out? Do you know what you're saying, Ema? I could…you could…!"
She frantically nodded. "I know, and I want that! But please, I want…I want to feel you. I want to live this night to the fullest. Do you want to look back and say you regretted this? Because I don't!"
I knew what she was implying because it had been on my mind over the last few months. With this expedition to reclaim Wall Maria, I wanted Emalina to have something to remember me by. But I wanted this. I so wanted to cum inside my girlfriend.
Capturing her lips, I stuck my tongue into her mouth, carving our lips together. Unable to hold in my moan, I released the sound as Emalina copied the sound. Sucking on my bottom lip, I let go, dropping my forehead to hers. My time was nigh. The tightness of my balls was almost too much as I increased the relentlessness of my pursuit.
"Emalina!"
I cried out her name. My hips snapped one last time into hers as I released everything I was carrying. Holding the woman as close as she could be, I was hit with one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. Quivering with the woman in my arms, I felt my seed burst from my balls through my dick as it shot straight inside of Emalina. Stream after endless stream erupted, and I could feel our juices mixing.
"Oh my god," I whispered in a husky voice.
Lips fell against my jawline, and I tilted my head downward to find Emalina staring at me. She looked so fucking beautiful in the soft glow of the candlelight. I took a deep breath and watched the woman as her bright, blue eyes stared lovingly at me. Smiling, I stroked her cheek, whisking away loose strands of hair that fell from her messy bun. She curled her face into my fingers, kissing my palm as I could only gaze at this woman. Forget the sex. Forget the blissful orgasm she just gave me. It was this moment right here where I could be next to this woman. I love her.
That's all there was to it.
I loved Emalina Rose Varlen with my entire being and would place my life on the line if it ever came.
Leaning forward, I kissed her forehead, dropping mine against hers. "Emalina…"
Giggling softly, she called for me. "Yes, Jean?"
"I know I've already said this, but…I love you."
She was quick with her response. "And I love you so, so much."
Kissing her one more time, I removed myself from her core, nearly groaning at the tingling sensation in my still-hard cock. Falling back to my knees, I couldn't help but watch my cum leak past her plump lips. Having never orgasmed inside Emalina before, this sight was new and wondrous. Slowly dragging a finger through her lips, I watched Emalina watch me, her body twitching upon contact as I lapped my essence onto my finger. I don't know what made the sight so astonishing, but in that moment, I wished upon the stars watching us from above. With the way the following day would pan out, there was one thing I wanted to happen.
I wanted Emalina to swell with my child.
If anything positive could be gained from this expedition - besides plugging the hole in Wall Maria - I wanted Emalina to discover she was pregnant with my child. The possibility was low and likely would not happen on the first try. But if I were to die in the next few days, I wanted Emalina to have something to remember me by. Without realizing it, I found myself rubbing her lower abdomen with my other hand.
I don't know how, but she seemed to sense what I was thinking. Placing her hand over mine, she softly said, "It'll happen one day."
"I just…want you to have something of mine if something happens to me tomorrow."
She curled her fingers around mine. "Nothing is going to happen," she said adamantly.
Smiling weakly, I stood on wobbly legs, stepping into the bathroom to find a towel. Once found, I used the cloth to clean the mess between Emalina's legs, though, as I finished, she sheepishly used the restroom, leaving me chuckling as she shut the door. Moments later, she returned, and we reclaimed our seats on the bed, my arms wrapping around her frame as I pulled her against my chest. Turning her head, she kissed my skin.
"We will survive tomorrow."
A laugh escaped my lips. "You promise?"
"I promise. If I must remain a titan the entire time, I will fight to protect my comrades."
"Heh, I can't have you hog all the glory; I'll fight too."
She poked my chest. "Admit it, you love fighting for the Scouts."
I huffed a sigh. "What I don't like is the prospect of dying. But, yes, I do love fighting for the Scouts."
Emalina tried standing from our position. "I gotta go tell Levi the news!"
Curling my arms tighter, I held us to the bed. "Oh, you aren't going anywhere, kitten." Her beautiful giggles entered my ears. We lay there for several minutes, simply staring at one another. I stroked her cheek; she ran her fingers through my hair. Wanting to change the subject, I said, "I've been thinking about something."
"And what would that be?"
"I'm thinking of growing my hair out." She stared at me with an eyebrow raised. "What d'you think?"
Watching me, she moved her fingers to the front of my face, moving the strands that had grown longer in the last few months. She seemed to be contemplating my statement, her narrowed eyebrows fixated as she thought long and hard. Finally, her frown turned into a bright grin. "I can totally see you with long hair."
"Come on, I think I can - wait, what?" Blinking, I was expecting her to say something different. "Oh, you're agreeing with me. You think so?"
"I do. The only thing is you need to keep your undercut."
Following her fingers, I traced the line of my undercut. "Heh, ok, I'll keep that."
"And you have to grow out a short beard."
"I…seriously?" My eyes rolled. "I can't even grow facial hair yet, Ema."
"So? It's bound to happen. And when it does, I would love to see some hair right here," she tapped my chin. "Yeah, oh yeah. You would so be able to pull that off. Not just that…" She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "You would look so fucking sexy."
"Ah, more so than now?"
She shook her head, messy bun bouncing back and forth. "No, it would just make you extra sexy, like an add-on."
"…like an add-on," I mimicked. Kissing her head, I agreed. "Then that's what I'll do. It'll take some time, but I'll grow it out."
"It might grow faster than you think. It's already this long in just a matter of months."
"Yeah, I guess that's true." Tracing her face, I asked, "So, if that's my plan, what will you do with your hair?"
"Mine?" She pulled at the loose strands that had fallen out. "You know, ironically, I've been thinking of cutting it slightly."
Her words left me apprehensive. "…cut it? How much?"
She seemed to notice the worry in my voice. "Don't fret; I don't plan on chopping it off. I've just been thinking a few inches would be nice." Sitting up, she removed her hair from the band, allowing the strands to fall down the length of her back. Quickly running her fingers through any knots, she pulled the tresses over her shoulder. "Oh yeah, it's definitely time for a cut."
Sitting up with her, I traced the outline of her hair, loving her locks' beautiful dark brown color. I also loved that she was sitting here, naked, and her hair covered her chest completely as if blocking such a sight from my view. "You could be bald, and I'd still love you."
Her eyebrows shot into her hairline. "Don't even say such a thing!"
"Tis only the truth, kitten." She rolled her eyes but then fell into an easy laughter. Though as soon as her laugh left her lips, she fell silent, eyes cast downward. Using a finger to lift her chin, I could see the change on her face. "Hey…you're thinking about tomorrow again, aren't you?"
She immediately nodded. "I can't hide anything from you, can I?" Exhaling, she rubbed her arms. "There's just…so much that could go right and so much that could go wrong. The fate of our world rests on our shoulders. That's…a lot of pressure, don't you think?"
Rubbing my nose against her head, I nodded; she was right. There was pressure on the Scouts to succeed in this mission and secure the safety of the walls for the rest of the human population. "Forget about that and just focus on surviving. The next few days will be rough, probably the worst we've experienced since joining the Scouts." Cupping her face in my hands, I brought her lips to mine, softly kissing her worries away. "We can do this, Emalina. Nothing will stop me from fighting for what I believe is right, and nothing can stop me from protecting you."
"…I don't want to lose you," she admitted.
Head falling to hers, I whispered, "And I don't want to lose you either, Emalina. But we'll survive. Do you believe me?" Tilting her head upward, she nodded; it was weak, but her understanding was there. "Repeat after me: we will survive."
"We will survive," she breathed.
"I can protect my friends."
"I can protect my friends," her smile was gradually returning.
Taking sweet advantage of the situation, I then said, "And now I'm going to fuck Jean one more time."
"And now I'm going to fuck Jean - wait!" Flicking my forehead, she playfully growled. "That's not how it works, and you know it!"
Falling against the wall, my laughter erupted and echoed across the room. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as Emalina repeatedly slapped my arm, a beautiful redness coating her cheeks down to her neck. Swiping at my eyes, I smiled. "Ah, that was perfect."
"Oh, haha, your humor is just so funny."
"Funny or not," I squished her cheeks between my hands. "You're the one who almost agreed to it," I boasted.
Eyeing me, the grin on her face grew. Lifting herself to her knees, Emalina curled around me, edging my back to lay onto the bed, her fingers gently pushing me backward. Removing the sheet covering our bodies, she straddled my waist, placing one leg on each side. She then proceeded to trail a fingernail down the length of my chest, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin as I shivered.
"You know, Jean, you don't even have to ask." Her smirk grew even more. "However, I don't think I want to fuck you this time." Leaning forward, she pressed her breasts into me, a moan escaping past my lips as I felt her hardened nipples graze mine. "This time…I want you to make love to me." She fed her mouth over mine, gently sucking my bottom lip.
I shivered even more. "Ah, what a stipulation that is. If that is what my beautiful kitten wants, then that is what she shall receive." Her wondrous giggle bubbled forth, leaving me smiling. Guiding my hands to cup her waist, I pulled her forward, connecting our lips. Emalina extended her hand between our bodies as she grasped my hardening member; gasping into her mouth, she slowly pulled away, grinning evilly. "You sneak," I whispered.
"Guilty as charged," she whispered back, pumping me several times.
Raising an eyebrow, I flipped our bodies until she lay on her back, and I was on top. Grasping beneath her thighs, I wrapped her legs around my waist, coating my cock in our combined juices from earlier. Unwilling to wait any longer, I slowly inserted myself into her warmth, basking in the tingling sensations coursing through my abdomen until the top of my head prickled with joy. "Never leave me, Emalina," I stated suddenly.
Matching her hips with my thrusts, she met me halfway. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and responded, "I will never leave you, Jean, as long as you always stay by my side."
Kissing her head, I happily said, "Always, kitten."
~ oOo ~
We had stayed up most of the night making love with each other. With no inclination how the next few days would turn out, we wanted to spend our time together in the most intimate way we knew how. Emalina and I claimed each other several times, and by the time we finally settled to sleep, it was well into the early morning. But we didn't care. All Scout members weren't expected to meet outside Headquarters until early that evening, which gave us plenty of time to sleep, recoup, and be ready to go later that day.
I don't know if the others knew how Emalina and I spent the night together, but no one bothered us until late morning. By the time we were up, showered, and dressed for the day, it was lunchtime when we finally decided to grace the others with our presence. As we met our friends, they questioned why we weren't there for breakfast, and though I couldn't think of a quick enough answer, Emalina was prepared by saying the most straightforward answer that we slept in. Our friends easily believed her, and I let that be, thankful I didn't need to explain how we had fucked like rabbits until the early morning.
Once our bellies were full with lunch, we finally set out. We had received our provisions the previous day, so we all needed to ensure we had everything packed and ready to go. By early afternoon, Emalina was called to check in on the equipment for the horses, and I followed as a second pair of eyes. We worked on equipping all horses with their materials: harnesses, saddles, packs, gear, and anything else needed. We were also asked to double-check the thunder spears and their safety in the wagon, carrying them along with Connie and Sasha. Altogether, it was a busy afternoon filled to the brim with nonstop errands, and by the time we were let go to grab our items, it was time to head to the wall.
Emalina and I dressed in our uniforms in silence, though we watched each other from the corner of our eyes. Despite the fear I held, there was excitement bubbling inside my chest. I was excited about the possibility of ridding our world of the titans. I was excited about the possibility of reclaiming the wall. But most importantly, I was excited about creating a better world for Emalina.
A hand suddenly grasped my arm. Turning quickly, I found Emalina staring up at me, all the necessary equipment straddling her body. Smiling gently, she tugged on my sleeve. "I'm…ready when you are."
Closing my eyes, I quickly breathed because it was now or never. Taking her hand in mine, I squeezed. "I'm ready, too."
And so, we made our way out of Headquarters, following the rest of the Scouts until we found our friends. Gathering our steeds and all the equipment we were to carry on our person, every member made their way to the wall, and the closer we got, the more I realized that there was a small crowd gathering. With the help of the lifts, we secured our steeds and crates above the wall as several members proceeded to maneuver them to the other side. Most Scouts gathered atop the wall as we stared into the unknown abyss. Just five years ago, this was terrain that had been traveled daily, and now, the Scouts who dedicated their lives to the good of humanity were the only people who traversed this area.
And so, I stood beside Emalina, Connie, and Sasha as we stared off to the side of Trost District. Somewhere out there stood my mother, wishing us a safe trip and that we would return alive. She was somewhere in the growing crowd, I could tell. Turning my head slightly, I found Levi had appeared by our side, taking Emalina's arm in his hand.
"Hey, you ready for this?" Her brother asked softly.
She nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be. How much time do we have left?"
"Minutes," Levi said, moving his stare between Connie, Sasha, and me. "We've just about maneuvered the horses over the wall; we're just waiting for Erwin's orders." Stepping in closer, her pulled Emalina into his arms. "If I don't get to say this later…stay safe and watch out for each other." Stepping back, he pointed to all four of us. "I am counting on the four of you to take care of your shit and do what is expected of you."
We saluted the man we had grown to trust. "Yes, sir!"
"Good. Take care of each other out there." Kissing his sister's head, he let us be. I opened my mouth to speak when a noise from the district caught our attention. Turning, we all glanced down to find an even larger crowd had gathered, waving their arms at us.
"HANGE!"
Glancing to Hange about ten feet from our position, we watched as she glanced over, too, curious to see who had called her. It was Flegel, the new owner of the Reeves Company. He and several members of the crowd were screaming for our success.
"TAKE BACK WALL MARIA!"
"THE FUTURE OF MANKIND IS IN YOUR HANDS!"
I found my lips curling in a smile. From my knowledge, the Scouts never received such a reaction as this. Yes, there were usually crowds whenever the regiment left for an expedition, but they were there to watch and contemplate the outcome. And the return home was always the worst. The crowds would scream and cry, especially the last time we returned several months ago when they had complained to the government. But this time…
…I could tell this time was different.
"CAPTAIN LEVI!" Watching Levi, he glanced down, too. A confident man wearing a bandana on his head was screaming at Emalina's brother. "THANK YOU FOR SAVING THIS TOWN! PLEASE, ALL OF YOU, COME BACK SAFELY!"
More people shared their thoughts. The overwhelming positivity was surprising but very much appreciated. Their happiness shook me to my core as I smiled brightly, staring at my comrades' surprised facial expressions. Beside us, Levi frowned.
"Well, they blew it," he said annoyedly.
Beside him, Hange replied, "Someone was bound to figure it out after all that noise."
A different Scout member responded to that as he shook hushed. "Uh, to be honest…I ordered all the meat from the Reeves Company, so…"
Ignoring them, I nudged Connie, who shook Sasha's shoulder and smiled at Emalina. Raising our arms to the sky, we screamed with all our might. Hooting and hollering, I could feel the stares of the other Scouts upon our backs. The four of us screeched into the late afternoon, "YOU CAN COUNT ON US!"
Like a domino effect, our comrades were soon talking amongst themselves. People here and there more quickly voiced their thoughts, followed by a couple more and then several more. Soon, almost all the Scouts were screaming with determination. Beside us, it was then Erwin who raised his only arm and roared into the afternoon light. The moment he released his war-like howl was when the crowd grew fierce, which caused a further domino effect. Erwin roared, the crowd screamed back, and the Scouts joyfully jumped. Our morale had shot through the roof.
It was then I knew we could do this.
"MY SCOUTS! NOW IS THE TIME!" We all turned our heads to Erwin, who had unsheathed his blade, lifting it toward the sky. "COMMENCE THE FINAL OPERATION TO RETAKE WALL MARIA!"
It took another twenty minutes before all Scouts, equipment, and horses were on the other side of the wall. Calling everyone together with a signal flare, Erwin once again commandeered his soldiers, calling all of us to risk our lives for the good of humanity. Erwin didn't know that all of us, veterans and new Scouts alike, believed in his will. We believed in him to guide us to victory. Just as the flare disintegrated, I glanced over at Emalina. I don't know what it was, but the way the sun filtered across her sky left me thinking about our promises to each other.
The house.
The horse farm.
Marrying each other.
Living titan free.
Having children.
At that moment, I could envision it all. Everything that we promised began with this. Nothing we wanted in our lives would happen without taking back what rightfully belonged to us, without getting rid of the titans. Stretching out my hand, I called for her. Sensing what I needed, she grasped mine, our fingers tightening. Over the chaos of our comrades, I smiled. Nudging our horses closer, I stole this moment. After this, we would be on high alert, and I knew I couldn't focus solely on Emalina, so I stole what was rightfully mine.
Taking hold of the back of Emalina's head, I pulled her toward me, attacking her lips with my own. She sensed my hunger and cupped her hand over my cheek, deepening the kiss. The hollering around us turned different as our friends hooted and whistled, several even stating that we should wait until we returned victoriously. But we couldn't. We deserved this moment for each other because there was no guarantee that either of us would return alive. We needed to take action to preserve each other in our memory.
Pulling back, I gave Emalina the best smile I could muster. "I love you, Emalina. Remember that as you fight to the best of your fucking ability."
She returned the same smirk. "I'll fight just as hard as you. I love you, Jean."
When the booming of the Scouts reentered our ears, we returned our attention to the crowd surrounding us. The beginning of the formation was about to depart, so we resumed our original positions. Rearing the horses, we stole one last glance.
This was it. The moment of truth.
Our next steps would determine if we would successfully secure the safety of whatever remained of our humanity. Several months ago, I was not prepared nor willing to fight. But today, I stand here with the conviction to fight and to win.
Because I would be part of the reason we save humanity. I would save humanity for me, for the Scouts, but most importantly, for Emalina.
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This chapter has been patiently waiting on my computer to be published. Please let me know what you guys think! :)
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