[She was still blinking her eyes free of sleep, still trying to work out if he was there or this was a dream... Not that she was sure what kind of dream this was. 100% innocent of course, yes...
She was still huddled there. Watching, leaning forward with her squint. Like that'd wake her up more. She opened her mouth, though the words she'd been forming were lost to a yawn.]
Ohh... [That didn't explain why you here tho?? But after a few seconds of blankly staring, Mikasa slowly grabbed one of the many blankets. Gave it a tug and just...kind of flung it over him. She'd tried to throw it over his shoulders but hadn't been that accurate.
DOES THAT HELP!? ARE YOU COZY TOO!?
Though she did seem to be waking up, her eyes becoming more focused.]
[ eren sat still for the moment that the blanket was thrown over his face and kind of just hung there, comedically. well, he wasn’t any different when wrapping things around people. he supposed it was fine. by the time his head ducked and popped out with the help of his hand, he uses his other to fix some of her hair, pushing the short locks by the side of her scar to sit behind the shell of her ear. ]
You don’t have to get up. [ a reassurance, as his hair-fixing become a soft brush over her cheek. eren shrugs, not entirely certain what to say before he settles with: ] Just wanted to stay a while.
[Now he says, after it was too late and she wouldn't have been able to get back to sleep. She'd already woken up too much to drift back off into sleepyland straight away. Even if she did close her eyes and let her weight rest on that hand, a soft sigh seeping out. Too sleepy to flustered.]
Like when we were kids... [It came out as a slight drawl. She gave his hand one last nuzzle, her legs shuffling. One of her own hands reaching up to hold his hand, tugging him as she flopped back onto her pillows.
[ hah. when they were kids. that was a very long time ago, it felt (and was) for eren, a time they could never go back to. that was a time of innocence. being pulled down, he shuffles his lower half to align with the rest of mikasa. they were laying together now, facing each other as he adjusted his head to share the pillow. the blankets. his chest skipped beats and his hand cupped mikasa's. ]
It's different.
[ the warmth of her, the smell of her— hid dips his forehead just enough to press close to her own, and on his lips played a small smile. ]
[Her eyes remained closed as she nuzzled into his neck. Giving a small hum. Pressing against him, giving a wiggle as she tried to find the best spot. Her hand grasping his gently.
Then he shifted, his head moving down so she couldn't get cozy in the crook of his neck. Her eyes cracking open to give him a small scowl, excuse you. She was comfy.
...It didn't last, her own lips curling into a small smile in return.]
Is it? [She pressed her forehead against his. Looking at him with soft eyes.]
[ eren still watched them, with just as soft a gaze. even as he kept still, a hushed sigh pushes past his teeth in a laugh that could’ve been. his thumb rubs her fingers, the top of her hand, and he casts his glance downward, their foreheads pressed close still to say: ]
I didn’t think about kissing you, then.
[ too bold? somehow, it still made him feel some ways shy. ]
[Mikasa kept looking at him, sleepy half-lidded eyes blinking slowly. She leaned into him, her body flush against his. She snuggle, taking a breath as blood rushed to her cheek. Her eyes closing-
Then she pressed her lips against his. Short and chaste, then she pulled back again. Giving him a faint smile, averting her eyes.]
[ eren’s eyes closed as she was approaching, and when he felt it, the weight, his lips pucker back. the dark had obscured his vision but not enough to miss the curl of her lips when she brought her head back, and eren— he couldn’t help but to follow her, hands first to the side of her head as he overthrew the blush on his cheeks and the heat that he felt rising from his neck and the temptation to shy away with his own smile. he pushes forth instead, bringing their kiss back together and making it last, even if they’d just kept there, sealed, and occasionally motioning. ]
[Her word was muffled as his lips laid claim to her's. Her eyes fluttering open to look at him when his lips remained pressed against her own, the hands carefully cradling her head. Hm? A flush coming to her cheeks as she lingered, pressing against him once again. Her nose brushing his.
Mikasa's lips part after a moment though, lightly gasping for air as her hand broke away from his to circle around him. Her palm pressing against his back. Fingers grasping for him.]
E...Eren...
[Neverming, she's just going to save her breath and keep pressing.]
[ when mikasa’s arm circled him, he felt his hips want to rise forward, ahead to meet her in a way that would end up tangling their legs, though he hardly cared— their knees would bump and he’d lift one enough to rest over her’s. every advancement felt small but fulfilling, especially when the gem between his collarbone began to shimmer with a glowing red between them. his emotions began to spill then, too, and riled by the call of his name, eren inhales curtly to steal the breath mikasa breathed.
everything he’s wanted is in one place, it’s here, and he no longer even thought of the fiend that was loneliness plaguing him in his room. eren shares his completeness as he does his desire— it bleeds like dark paint in water, and soon it’s not only their fronts, chests and waists, that have so little space in the way. eren pries deeper into their kiss, into his hold on her. his fingers smooth through her hair with firmer holds, his other hand, under her, tentatively hovers over her collar and plants his fingertips there as soon as he decides to delve— his tongue tests her lips, and then her teeth in a quiet plead for opening that ends with an accidentally nearly-loud smack.
[It was so clumsy, so desperate. Both of them moving their legs, entwining them in a mess of limbs as hands drifted across fabric and skin. The shine of green from her gem moving as her fingers reached the nape of her neck. Her other hand grasping the front of his shirt, tugging it up when he let it go of her hand.
She sighed into him. Pressing with a want that had been there so long. A soft noise slipping out as she felt his tongue, her lips parting to let him-
Only to flinch at the noise. Her head pulling back, saliva on her lips as she panted and blinked at him. Staring for a moment as she drew a breath, skin flushing down to the collar of her nightdress. Her hand, the one clinging to the front of his shirt drew back, coming to the hem of her own dress. Then she paused, averting her eyes as her hand clenched around the fabric.]
[ sorry, he mouthed, licking his lips and already longing to taste mikasa again when her arms retreated and eren’s encircled. what did she want to do—? the sigh, he could drink it up, hell he wanted to hear it again breathed onto his ear, but following where her hand went, it was a surprise that brought a blink to eren’s gaze going a passionate color by the time their gems melded their reflections into golden hues that danced from the ceilings to the walls.
he’s wanted this— he’s wanted this for longer than he knew, and eren too, breathes out with electric delight. he’d help her, the thinness of the fabric being bunched and pulled up her legs, across her thighs until they reached an apex that bordered her hips. it was skin, of course it was— but there was something so new to it that eren went through the motion slowly, observantly, making sure he didn’t miss a second as his gaze kept down but didn’t forget to dart up to show her— he was with her, and he’d hitch her dress higher if she was comfortable with it.
his heart kept skipping all the while, and he tried desperately not to let his breathing go heavier so soon. he could feel his groin burn with a pulse when he saw lace and line under the nightgown, clenching his legs and feeling his loosened pants go just a little tighter. ]
[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.]
[ the amount of skin and the context of it (since eren had seen here doing her situps in nothing but a sports bra and shorts) has him thoroughly distracted to the point that he doesn't help immediately— he doesn't notice until its too late, until mikasa has already gotten her bust caught in the limits of her gown. the rest of it was high over her head, covering it, and requiring eren to quickly pull the fabric higher and higher until it looked like a deflated tube veiling her head. oh, no—
while at the moment, eren clamored to help her get it off, he couldn't help but to break out a quiet chuckle behind his pressed, curving lips. the gown in his hand was now discarded somewhere by the pillows behind her, returning his palms to her and raising the blankets to . . . to see. ]
I got it, [ he reassures after it was done, almost forgetting, in his observing of her laced panties and bare breasts, he . . . hm. he's too distracted to take off his own shirt successfully. maybe sitting up would help, and he does, in a jolt once he realizes he's staring too much— but he's excited. exhilarated. the tips of his ears are bright red and the collar of his shirt catches in his mouth on the way up. ]
[She was free... To hug her chest lightly and nestle against Eren and then bed when he sat. Trying to hide despite being so out in the open. The attempt didn't hide much though. Leaving Eren to take as much in as he could. All that flushed red skin, dotted with small scars and scrapes, the bandage on one arm, the glistening gem on the other.
Fancy panties...Though only by the standards of home. They were the most basic Mikasa had found here. Just a simple red check pattern, with a lace trim. Compared to some of the things she'd seen while shopping they were nothing special. But extravagant when Mikasa thought about the dyes and sewing of such a garment.]
-haks... [Just a mumble as she died inside. Regaining the courage to peer up at him. Just in time to watch him partially eat his shirt collar with his gaping mouth. That got a small snort of a giggle. Her whole body giving a shake as she tried to hide it. Well, now she felt a bit less silly.]
[ eren nearly stuffs his shirt into her face once it’s finally off, but that too comes in a failure as he just stuffs his own face with it in a purple-faced grin that seeks her out to muffle the sounds they’re both making. he’s more laughing with it than being too embarrassed, at least, another bit of sharing they could do in something they’ve never actually done. ]
You could’ve helped too, you know.
[ a jest, but all in good humor instead of actually meaning it. sometimes, eren could whine— he had plenty in the past, but now had been different. now . . . he was rather happy to see her smile so freely and chuckle under breath at his own fumbles. at least she wouldn’t be at it alone. neither of them would.
besides, her panties were by far fancy for eren’s standards. by a landslide. he’s trying not to look at them between their bodies again as he works his thumbs through the waistband of his shorts, and failing, poorly. maybe it’s too soon? but— she’s the only one with only her undergarments here, so . . .
eren had wanted to join her. with him, there really was nothing special as he pushed his pajama fabric down to his knees and kicked off the rest of it to his ankles hidden beneath the fall of their blankets. he’s wearing comfortable, skin tight briefs that stop at his thighs, a standard navy blue with whatever brand printed name around the waist. he didn’t really care about those things. ]
[Some of the fabric hits her. Nowhere near enough to stifle her giggles though. It'd definitely broken the tense air that seemed to be smothering them. Because Mikasa managed a sly smile, the corner of her lips quirking.]
How so? [Her mouth opened to continue. To bully more, only for the words to catch in her throat as Eren's hands lowered again. Her own gaze following, a small 'ah' slipping out as she realised what he was doing. Right, he wore shorts with his pajamas.
...She couldn't draw her eyes away. For several reasons. Then she swallowed, that nervousness returning as her gaze returned to him.] Um... [Tentatively, her hand reached for his. Clasping it. Fingers tightening a bit harder than needed.] Um..do you know? [She stumbled, tripping over the thoughts she couldn't convert to words. She'd never done this before, she'd never thought about it. Not in depth. Her only knowledge was the very blunt lesson about where children came from and crude talk she'd overheard in the barracks. Neither of those things matched what she currently felt. Where exactly did they go from here? She swallowed again, licking her slightly bruised lips.]
[ it was all fun and games until then, eren giving a lá itchy click of his tongue when she played stupid, his fingers twining with the spaces of her own, and that— that was quite the question, to the point that now that eren was actually prompted to think about it, rationally, he didn’t know either. he was just thinking of, you know . . . letting it flow? this is going to sound stupid on his end and he braces for it, but: ]
Can I— touch you? [ the heat comes at full force to the space beneath his eyes, a simple request to start them off with simple limitations on where he should stop, he thinks. ] I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.
[ he swallows harder than he realizes he had, dry even, feeling his heart begin to pound right at the base of his throat. ]
[The question was so important, that it drained the little camaraderie that had built up. An awkward little hiccup that made everything teeter. Mikasa wasn't sure whose palms were sweating. Her other arm remained where it was. Hugging herself on instinct at everything being so...out. Not that it covered much, she wasn't even trying to.
Her head jerked in a sharp nod, almost headbutting him with it's force. Then she slowly moved her head back, blinking at the strength of her own movement.]
...Yeah. [She swallowed. Her mouth felt so dry, the words coming out with a slight rasp as her breath caught.] You can. [And slowly, the other arm uncurled. Only her underwear covering her. The spare hand resting on the bed inbetween them. Slowly, carefully creeping nearer to his chest. Like he'd bolt if she moved too suddenly.]
[ she felt like ice when she touched him by her fingertips with how damn hot he was feeling, his chest rose and depending on where it was that she held her weight, she’d feel his heart quicken, skip, quicken. the tentativeness would also have to be shared as eren inhales through his nose and reaches for her hips and starts to rise from there. from her waist, he tested her abdomen (hard, dang), ribs, then her bust, first one hand that brushed against the cup of her breast’s curve, then followed his other, only thumb before the index complied close to the dent of her underarm. there wasn’t much . . . squeezing, yet, only the ghostly touch of his fingerpads exploring her. he had wanted to keep watching her and the way her face would change to give him a sign, any that could mean “yes, more” or “no, bad”, but with his palms eventually pressed firmly to the entirety of her bosom, he couldn’t quite. keep up the eye contact.
[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?
[ eren held his breath, and when he exhaled— it was with an awkward smile. his chest was by far as soft or . . . full, really, and when she touched him there wasn’t any electrical feeling apart from the present buzz of being touched in the first place. ]
Not really. [ time encourages him to press further, more focused, sluggish kneading with each finger working after the other. he does, despite it, enjoy the actual session of simply— touching, of taking the time to know her in a way he didn’t. he tested the spots further where he saw her almost smile and snort; one hand continued to marvel in one breast’s softness and mobility while the other cupped her neck and traced the lines of her hair. he really . . . was just admiring her, and just that had made the warm pooling between his legs pulse and grow to the point that his briefs were feeling just an inch tighter. it was too much of a dream come true, he wondered if he’d be waking up soon. ]
But I like it, when you touch me.
[ he’s never had anyone touch him, so— he’s discovering, too. what he likes most and what he’s simply okay with. eren cups the hand on his chest then, swallows, then carefully glides her down to his navel, an abdomen that was hard and molded from training, but it reacted more to her presence there, a cross and at the very limit of it being ticklish to being susceptible to more pleasure than his chest did. ]
[Her eyes creased into a soft smile as she gazed at him, just feeling his heartbeat. A small comfort, like listening to the snores of others in the barracks. She indulged in it, her hand lingering longer than needed. Still other than the small shivers his touches caused. Letting him explore. Content with her simple touch, even if her heart skipped in her chest, warmth pooling in her gut.]
You..?
[She didn't have time to finish that thought. His hand grasping her's and leading it down, her fingers gliding along hard muscle. The flush in her cheeks renewing as she swallowed.]
Here or..? [Did he mean here here or was he leading her to go further down? Mikasa wasn't sure, and after a few seconds of her fingers remaining splayed where Eren had left them. She slowly stroked down. Not with much pressure, just lightly moving her her arms so her fingers glanced along what was left of him. Over the bumps and ridges of his abdomen, the-the...fabric-covered lump. Her eyes following the path her hand took.
When that was done, her hand fell to the bed. Mikasa biting her lip as she looked up at his face, unsure. ]
[ there had been a fleeting moment of anticipation when it almost seemed like, for a second, she’d go lower than he first recommended. his heart went from bouncing to racing when he realized how close it was, how each touch tickled the sensibility of his belly and teased his mind about his waistband, to the point that eren was gradually moving the attention of his hands from her chest to he ribs, her own abdomen. going any lower than that was nerve wracking, to say the least, mostly because of what the big step would mean between them and any big change is . . . a little frightening. he almost feels stupid, not being able to.
though he doesn’t feel so alone in it when mikasa’s hand drops and she watches him with almost pleading eyes for help. she’s too nervous to, too embarrassed— but he thinks of something, the same way she placed her hand on top of his when he was nervous to open his father’s books. ]
[Her fingers rested, frozen on his waistband. Hesitating as her heart got caught in her throat. She let his hands roam. Though she had nothing to say, even when his hands mirrored her own.
Mikasa nodded, giving a soft hum. A small mumble slipping out at first. Trying that again...]
...Yeah. [She was nervous, but she wanted this. Wanted it before this place made her do anything strange. Mikasa inhaled, her fingers curling around fabric and...Just cautiously pulling it. Not downward. She just pulled the waistband away from him. Then she shivered, the elastic slipping from her fingers and flicking back.]
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She was still huddled there. Watching, leaning forward with her squint. Like that'd wake her up more. She opened her mouth, though the words she'd been forming were lost to a yawn.]
Ohh... [That didn't explain why you here tho?? But after a few seconds of blankly staring, Mikasa slowly grabbed one of the many blankets. Gave it a tug and just...kind of flung it over him. She'd tried to throw it over his shoulders but hadn't been that accurate.
DOES THAT HELP!? ARE YOU COZY TOO!?
Though she did seem to be waking up, her eyes becoming more focused.]
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You don’t have to get up. [ a reassurance, as his hair-fixing become a soft brush over her cheek. eren shrugs, not entirely certain what to say before he settles with: ] Just wanted to stay a while.
[ maybe her presence would balm the aches. ]
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Like when we were kids... [It came out as a slight drawl. She gave his hand one last nuzzle, her legs shuffling. One of her own hands reaching up to hold his hand, tugging him as she flopped back onto her pillows.
It was time to get cozy.]
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It's different.
[ the warmth of her, the smell of her— hid dips his forehead just enough to press close to her own, and on his lips played a small smile. ]
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Then he shifted, his head moving down so she couldn't get cozy in the crook of his neck. Her eyes cracking open to give him a small scowl, excuse you. She was comfy.
...It didn't last, her own lips curling into a small smile in return.]
Is it? [She pressed her forehead against his. Looking at him with soft eyes.]
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I didn’t think about kissing you, then.
[ too bold? somehow, it still made him feel some ways shy. ]
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Then she pressed her lips against his. Short and chaste, then she pulled back again. Giving him a faint smile, averting her eyes.]
...There.
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Mikasa's lips part after a moment though, lightly gasping for air as her hand broke away from his to circle around him. Her palm pressing against his back. Fingers grasping for him.]
E...Eren...
[Neverming, she's just going to save her breath and keep pressing.]
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everything he’s wanted is in one place, it’s here, and he no longer even thought of the fiend that was loneliness plaguing him in his room. eren shares his completeness as he does his desire— it bleeds like dark paint in water, and soon it’s not only their fronts, chests and waists, that have so little space in the way. eren pries deeper into their kiss, into his hold on her. his fingers smooth through her hair with firmer holds, his other hand, under her, tentatively hovers over her collar and plants his fingertips there as soon as he decides to delve— his tongue tests her lips, and then her teeth in a quiet plead for opening that ends with an accidentally nearly-loud smack.
hopefully, it wasn’t too loud a smack. ]
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She sighed into him. Pressing with a want that had been there so long. A soft noise slipping out as she felt his tongue, her lips parting to let him-
Only to flinch at the noise. Her head pulling back, saliva on her lips as she panted and blinked at him. Staring for a moment as she drew a breath, skin flushing down to the collar of her nightdress. Her hand, the one clinging to the front of his shirt drew back, coming to the hem of her own dress. Then she paused, averting her eyes as her hand clenched around the fabric.]
nsfw going forward
he’s wanted this— he’s wanted this for longer than he knew, and eren too, breathes out with electric delight. he’d help her, the thinness of the fabric being bunched and pulled up her legs, across her thighs until they reached an apex that bordered her hips. it was skin, of course it was— but there was something so new to it that eren went through the motion slowly, observantly, making sure he didn’t miss a second as his gaze kept down but didn’t forget to dart up to show her— he was with her, and he’d hitch her dress higher if she was comfortable with it.
his heart kept skipping all the while, and he tried desperately not to let his breathing go heavier so soon. he could feel his groin burn with a pulse when he saw lace and line under the nightgown, clenching his legs and feeling his loosened pants go just a little tighter. ]
you say nsfw and then I shitpost
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.]
i wouldn't have it any other way
while at the moment, eren clamored to help her get it off, he couldn't help but to break out a quiet chuckle behind his pressed, curving lips. the gown in his hand was now discarded somewhere by the pillows behind her, returning his palms to her and raising the blankets to . . . to see. ]
I got it, [ he reassures after it was done, almost forgetting, in his observing of her laced panties and bare breasts, he . . . hm. he's too distracted to take off his own shirt successfully. maybe sitting up would help, and he does, in a jolt once he realizes he's staring too much— but he's excited. exhilarated. the tips of his ears are bright red and the collar of his shirt catches in his mouth on the way up. ]
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Fancy panties...Though only by the standards of home. They were the most basic Mikasa had found here. Just a simple red check pattern, with a lace trim. Compared to some of the things she'd seen while shopping they were nothing special. But extravagant when Mikasa thought about the dyes and sewing of such a garment.]
-haks... [Just a mumble as she died inside. Regaining the courage to peer up at him. Just in time to watch him partially eat his shirt collar with his gaping mouth. That got a small snort of a giggle. Her whole body giving a shake as she tried to hide it. Well, now she felt a bit less silly.]
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You could’ve helped too, you know.
[ a jest, but all in good humor instead of actually meaning it. sometimes, eren could whine— he had plenty in the past, but now had been different. now . . . he was rather happy to see her smile so freely and chuckle under breath at his own fumbles. at least she wouldn’t be at it alone. neither of them would.
besides, her panties were by far fancy for eren’s standards. by a landslide. he’s trying not to look at them between their bodies again as he works his thumbs through the waistband of his shorts, and failing, poorly. maybe it’s too soon? but— she’s the only one with only her undergarments here, so . . .
eren had wanted to join her. with him, there really was nothing special as he pushed his pajama fabric down to his knees and kicked off the rest of it to his ankles hidden beneath the fall of their blankets. he’s wearing comfortable, skin tight briefs that stop at his thighs, a standard navy blue with whatever brand printed name around the waist. he didn’t really care about those things. ]
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How so? [Her mouth opened to continue. To bully more, only for the words to catch in her throat as Eren's hands lowered again. Her own gaze following, a small 'ah' slipping out as she realised what he was doing. Right, he wore shorts with his pajamas.
...She couldn't draw her eyes away. For several reasons. Then she swallowed, that nervousness returning as her gaze returned to him.] Um... [Tentatively, her hand reached for his. Clasping it. Fingers tightening a bit harder than needed.] Um..do you know? [She stumbled, tripping over the thoughts she couldn't convert to words. She'd never done this before, she'd never thought about it. Not in depth. Her only knowledge was the very blunt lesson about where children came from and crude talk she'd overheard in the barracks. Neither of those things matched what she currently felt. Where exactly did they go from here? She swallowed again, licking her slightly bruised lips.]
What do we do now?
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Can I— touch you? [ the heat comes at full force to the space beneath his eyes, a simple request to start them off with simple limitations on where he should stop, he thinks. ] I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.
[ he swallows harder than he realizes he had, dry even, feeling his heart begin to pound right at the base of his throat. ]
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Her head jerked in a sharp nod, almost headbutting him with it's force. Then she slowly moved her head back, blinking at the strength of her own movement.]
...Yeah. [She swallowed. Her mouth felt so dry, the words coming out with a slight rasp as her breath caught.] You can. [And slowly, the other arm uncurled. Only her underwear covering her. The spare hand resting on the bed inbetween them. Slowly, carefully creeping nearer to his chest. Like he'd bolt if she moved too suddenly.]
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they were . . . undeniably soft. ]
Is it sensitive?
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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?
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Not really. [ time encourages him to press further, more focused, sluggish kneading with each finger working after the other. he does, despite it, enjoy the actual session of simply— touching, of taking the time to know her in a way he didn’t. he tested the spots further where he saw her almost smile and snort; one hand continued to marvel in one breast’s softness and mobility while the other cupped her neck and traced the lines of her hair. he really . . . was just admiring her, and just that had made the warm pooling between his legs pulse and grow to the point that his briefs were feeling just an inch tighter. it was too much of a dream come true, he wondered if he’d be waking up soon. ]
But I like it, when you touch me.
[ he’s never had anyone touch him, so— he’s discovering, too. what he likes most and what he’s simply okay with. eren cups the hand on his chest then, swallows, then carefully glides her down to his navel, an abdomen that was hard and molded from training, but it reacted more to her presence there, a cross and at the very limit of it being ticklish to being susceptible to more pleasure than his chest did. ]
Here’s better, maybe.
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You..?
[She didn't have time to finish that thought. His hand grasping her's and leading it down, her fingers gliding along hard muscle. The flush in her cheeks renewing as she swallowed.]
Here or..? [Did he mean here here or was he leading her to go further down? Mikasa wasn't sure, and after a few seconds of her fingers remaining splayed where Eren had left them. She slowly stroked down. Not with much pressure, just lightly moving her her arms so her fingers glanced along what was left of him. Over the bumps and ridges of his abdomen, the-the...fabric-covered lump. Her eyes following the path her hand took.
When that was done, her hand fell to the bed. Mikasa biting her lip as she looked up at his face, unsure. ]
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[ there had been a fleeting moment of anticipation when it almost seemed like, for a second, she’d go lower than he first recommended. his heart went from bouncing to racing when he realized how close it was, how each touch tickled the sensibility of his belly and teased his mind about his waistband, to the point that eren was gradually moving the attention of his hands from her chest to he ribs, her own abdomen. going any lower than that was nerve wracking, to say the least, mostly because of what the big step would mean between them and any big change is . . . a little frightening. he almost feels stupid, not being able to.
though he doesn’t feel so alone in it when mikasa’s hand drops and she watches him with almost pleading eyes for help. she’s too nervous to, too embarrassed— but he thinks of something, the same way she placed her hand on top of his when he was nervous to open his father’s books. ]
Do you want to try together?
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Mikasa nodded, giving a soft hum. A small mumble slipping out at first. Trying that again...]
...Yeah. [She was nervous, but she wanted this. Wanted it before this place made her do anything strange. Mikasa inhaled, her fingers curling around fabric and...Just cautiously pulling it. Not downward. She just pulled the waistband away from him. Then she shivered, the elastic slipping from her fingers and flicking back.]
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