Attack On Titan: Dreams

Soft, faint moonlight casts an ethereal silvery glow over the entwined, sweat-drenched forms of Eren and Mikasa.

Their ragged, synchronized breathing is the only sound echoing through the room, accompanied by the faint mist escaping their lips, which are connected by a delicate thread of saliva.

Eren's arms envelop Mikasa's naked, warm waist, his tired emerald eyes locking onto her captivating charcoal blues. A serene, beautiful smile spreads across her face, sending Eren's heart into a flutter.

With a gentle motion, she rolls onto the soft, damp mattress, her gaze drops down to his mouth before she pulls him into a kiss that is slow and tender and sends his heart soaring.

He is left high and delirious, and they are an exhausted, panting, sweaty mass of flesh. His eyes flutter open to the ceiling as he eases the pressure of his embrace and catches his breath, then turns his head to look at Mikasa, who, too, is red-faced and breathing heavily.

And though they have just crossed a line impossible to edge back behind, and that all that had been left unsaid has, for all intents and purposes, been communicated, the only words fitting for this moment are still far too embarrassing for him to say.

So he brushes her bangs from her eyes, and presses his lips to hers, wordlessly.

He had never imagined that an immense sense of peace could be felt at the mere act of gazing upon another's face, or listening to another's breathing.

'She looks like a fucking painting,' he muses as he observes her moonlit face, only mildly irritated at his descent into the sensitive ball of mush that was his dream self.

Then, her eyes flutter open into his, and he feels his face warm immediately in response. Despite his embarrassment, he takes solace in the fact that he had not been saying revealing things at her in her sleep though he isn't sure what else was left to reveal, considering what had just come to pass.

"Hi," she rasps groggily, the sound, for whatever reason, prodding at his heart and warming him inside and out.

"Hi," he replies curtly, brow knit as he attempts to hide away the embarrassing feelings that are taking over never mind that they are already naked and had partaken in activities far more embarrassing a little over an hour ago.

And though being intimate in such a way is new, he notes that she has taken to it with far less reservations, her leg sliding between his beneath the sheets.

"You alright?" he asks, resisting the grin that threatens to spread, combatting it with the downward tug of the corners of his lips. Despite his expression, he shifts his leg closer against hers to reciprocate the contact.

She nods, covering her mouth as she yawns, and it is so cute, and his ears warm, his scowl deepening to combat the stupid smile that wants to take over, because he didn't even know such a word was in his vocabulary.

"Mmm. Just a little sore."

"Sorry," he murmurs, running his palm up her forearm.

"No, it's fine," she assures him. "I'm surprised it even fit though."

"Heh? I never knew Mikasa would be this arrogant..." He kisses her nose and she chuckles, her beautiful voice a sweet melody to his ears and she hugs him really tight.

He scoots closer and buries his head in the crook of her neck to obscure her view of his pleased, yet mortified, expression. It takes only a few seconds for him to settle into contentment, her skin warm on his face, as she begins to thread her fingers through his hair.

"Did it hurt a lot?" he murmurs against her neck, sleepiness taking over as she continues to comb her fingers through his hair.

"Not too much. Just in the beginning."

"And then it was okay?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" he asks, moving back slightly to look up at her.

"Yes," she assures him, hand halting its ministrations, face flat and not a tinge of embarrassment found. "Most of it felt good."

"Oh," he says quietly, blood rushing back to his face. "Good."

He resumes his place at her neck and lays there against her skin, soothed by the feel of her breathing as she continues to weave her fingers through his hair. It is enough to lull him slowly into darkness, despite his now very off sleeping schedule, until

"Have you done it before?"

His eyes shoot open.

"Done what?" he murmurs as he shifts back, and scoots further up so his head is resting on the pillow, and he is at eye level with her, her face now effortfully neutral.

"... This," she asks quietly, prompting his eyes to widen.

"No," he says firmly. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know," she says, averting her gaze, expression bashful, a playful smirk enveloping her lips as she moves even closer her arms wrapped around his neck as he lay there smiling at her. "You seemed to know a lot about it."

"No," he repeats, smirking at her "Just knew some stuff from overhearing the perverts I bunked with before."

"Oh," she says with a nod, her relief evident.

"Listen, I don't look at other people the way I look at you," he says, eyes immediately dropping to her collarbone, face warming at the admission. "So... I couldn't do this kind of thing with anyone else. I wouldn't want to."

She is silent, and he can feel her eyes boring into his head, and all the blood is rushing to his face once more.

"Not even Levi?"

"...What?" he snaps, head shifting up to stare at her deadpan face with wide eyes. "What the hell is the supposed to...?"

But then he registers the amused, crinkle of her eye, and how she bites her bottom lip in an attempt to withhold the slight upturn of the corner of her lips.

"If you're gonna start making jokes, at least make it look like you're making a joke and make them less disturbing," he says his own voice shaking, fighting his own grin as he watches one take over her mouth.

"Sorry," she says, and it is impossible for him to maintain his disgust at her decidedly odd sense of humour, because the prospect of her making a joke and smiling is so rare.

He savours the moment, staring at her, before shaking his head.

"You're such an idiot Mikasa..." he mutters, a scowl still on his face as he pushes forward to press a kiss to her mouth, her fingers sinking into his hair and keeping him there against her, as she deepens the kiss.

He sighs into her mouth, feeling her wrap her leg around his to pull him closer, as his hand slides down the velvet soft skin of her back, and he wonders why, oh why it had taken him this long realize how amazing this whole kissing thing was, and how amazing it felt to be naked with and do things with Mikasa.

She pulls back, eyes set on his, and they gaze at one another, settling into a comforting hush once more. His hand slowly roll over to the white patch, gently rubbing over it, eyes lowered, a sigh escaping his lips. "Does it hurt here too?" He asks before she nods in disagreement cupping his cheeks, kissing his crimson nose.

"Hey... Trust me... It's not that bad... I'm fine now..." She smiles at him and hugs him once again their bare and warm skin brushing against each other.

And once again she pulls back just to stare in his eyes and smile as if she's grateful so so grateful, that she wants to cry and just stay with him forever right there, because it fells like a dream, a slow and beautiful dream... Because he's in it with her.

He continues to caress her back, but her gaze becomes observant, eyes light in their scrutiny, as he stares right into her eyes and smiles.

"What?" she asks softly, his hand coming to a stop on her back.

"You're never allowed to get hurt, ever, ever again," he says firmly, voice low as he gazes into her eyes intensely, his own eyes still stinging.

His heart beats hard in his chest as his fingers curl to grip the strong, velvet soft hands that had killed in his name, and that had held him in his darkest of moments.

"Ever," he repeats, as he leans forward and bumps his forehead against hers, then pulling back so they are nose at nose and he is scowling down at her in feigned intimidation.

"Do you understand?"

Her surprise melts away slowly as her brow arches, pure emotion fading onto her face.

"Well?" he asks hoarsely, and she nods wordlessly, rapidly, her own eyes glossing over, as she bites at her bottom lip, eyes shining.

"Kay... As my Eren wishes..." she whispers, her voice trembling as tears begin to spill from her eyes. Before she can say more, his lips find hers once again, silencing her with a tenderness that steals her breath.

She stays quiet as his hand slides gently up the curve of her shoulder, his touch calming and warm. When she finally pulls back, her cheeks are flushed, but her eyes remain on his, sparkling faintly even under the muted starlight.

"Thank you... for checking up on me tonight," she murmurs, her smile soft and heartfelt.

She shifts slightly, sliding her leg over his, to close the distance between them again, until their foreheads gently meet. "I really loved that..." she admits, her voice so quiet it almost disappears into the night.

She pauses, her breath hitching as he reaches up, cupping her scarlet cheeks with his hands. Her skin feels warm under his touch, and her eyes—glistening with unshed tears—look into his with a beauty that leaves him breathless.

She smiles softly, a fragile, radiant thing, before speaking again.

"I really love you... Eren... You're my everything..."

Her words settle in the air between them, gentle yet profound.

"I've always loved you... Mikasa... And I always will. Now and Forever... Always remember that..." he replies, his voice steady but weighted with a truth that leaves no room for doubt.

The simplicity of his statement strikes something deep within her, unraveling emotions she'd barely held together. Her damp eyes flood over, tears spilling uncontrollably as her body trembles.

"Hey... What's wrong?" Eren whispers, his voice laced with worry, but she doesn't answer.

Instead, she throws her arms around him, clinging to him tightly, her face buried in his chest. He strokes her raven-black hair gently, his fingers running through the silken strands.

He doesn't know why, but her tears soak through his shirt, her quiet sobs turning louder as her grip on him tightens with every passing second.

"Don't... Don't go..." she whispers brokenly. "Don't go again... Please... Please stay..."