[Truth be told, Mikasa wasn't sure what she was doing or how to do it. Other than she wanted this. To be close to him. She... She'd never had the courage to even confess to him properly back home. If she didn't press on, she'd back down and then what?
So she kept going. Trembling as his fingers glanced her skin. Her movements jerky as she kept moving the dress up, even when he'd stopped. Getting up to her chest, the excess fabric that'd normally be at her knees going overhead and-
-! There was a muffled noise. Maybe a word. Then a wiggle. But the dress had gotten bunched up and stuck around her chest and head. Here she was... Mostly naked, with her underwear and nightdress.]
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So she kept going. Trembling as his fingers glanced her skin. Her movements jerky as she kept moving the dress up, even when he'd stopped. Getting up to her chest, the excess fabric that'd normally be at her knees going overhead and-
-! There was a muffled noise. Maybe a word. Then a wiggle. But the dress had gotten bunched up and stuck around her chest and head. Here she was... Mostly naked, with her underwear and nightdress.]