[It was such a careful touch, her fingertips barely ghosting over skin. She'd...not really done anything, not physically. Her fingertips just lightly pressing against warm skin. Feeling his heartbeat through his chest. It earned a small wavering smile as she waited for him. Her hand squeezing on his just before it left her grasp.
Mikasa twitched when he touched her in turn. Fidgeting. His touch almost tickled at times(her ribs, those got a funny little squeak even when his hand glanced an old mark). The laughter in her throat died when he neared her chest though. Mikasa making a small cough, her eyes unable to meet his as she looked down.
...In hindsight. Looking at what his hands was doing was probably a mistake. Though his question distracted her from that. Though it didn't fully distract her from the pressure and warmth on her chest. Even if she did frown at the question. Licking her lips as she delayed answering.]
...Not really? [Unsure. She attempted to shrug, lips parting soundlessly as the action pressed her against his hands.] It feels... Nice sometimes? [It varied. It didn't feel bad, sometimes it felt simply Okay. Sometimes he'd get a little too close to a ticklish spot and she'd stifle herself. Really, looking at what he was doing had flustered her more than the act itself.
Slowly, she pressed her one hand against his chest. The palm resting against him. Harder than her chest for sure...] Is this?
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Mikasa twitched when he touched her in turn. Fidgeting. His touch almost tickled at times(her ribs, those got a funny little squeak even when his hand glanced an old mark). The laughter in her throat died when he neared her chest though. Mikasa making a small cough, her eyes unable to meet his as she looked down.
...In hindsight. Looking at what his hands was doing was probably a mistake. Though his question distracted her from that. Though it didn't fully distract her from the pressure and warmth on her chest. Even if she did frown at the question. Licking her lips as she delayed answering.]
...Not really? [Unsure. She attempted to shrug, lips parting soundlessly as the action pressed her against his hands.] It feels... Nice sometimes? [It varied. It didn't feel bad, sometimes it felt simply Okay. Sometimes he'd get a little too close to a ticklish spot and she'd stifle herself. Really, looking at what he was doing had flustered her more than the act itself.
Slowly, she pressed her one hand against his chest. The palm resting against him. Harder than her chest for sure...] Is this?