[There was a soft, rumbling growl as she turned her head. Giving him a good view of the back of her head as she sulked... Then she craned her neck to peer at him with one eye, sniffing.
She'd been about to speak when he pressed his warm body(and very nakey) press down against her back. She swallowed, feeling the warmth of his skin through her thin shirt. So warm, so close and he smelled so nice. Mikasa's body gave a small shiver, an excited trill of danger running through her. Fear of fox, mixing with the thrill of the chase and love for him overwhelming her.
Then as quickly as it'd been there, so tantalizingly, it was gone. The caressing hand leaving with him.
She didn't speak. She didn't trust her voice not to waver if she did. So she lowered her head. Her chin resting on the pillow in what might have seemed like a low bow. But had she been with another puca it would have been a demand... Language barriers... Because at this exact moment of time, Mikasa was sulking. Waiting for an apolgetic grooming.]
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She'd been about to speak when he pressed his warm body(and very nakey) press down against her back. She swallowed, feeling the warmth of his skin through her thin shirt. So warm, so close and he smelled so nice. Mikasa's body gave a small shiver, an excited trill of danger running through her. Fear of fox, mixing with the thrill of the chase and love for him overwhelming her.
Then as quickly as it'd been there, so tantalizingly, it was gone. The caressing hand leaving with him.
She didn't speak. She didn't trust her voice not to waver if she did. So she lowered her head. Her chin resting on the pillow in what might have seemed like a low bow. But had she been with another puca it would have been a demand... Language barriers... Because at this exact moment of time, Mikasa was sulking. Waiting for an apolgetic grooming.]