Attack On Titan: Goodbyes

Mikasa POV

The morning sun cast its warm glow over the distant fields, with rays filtering through the window and painting an orange hue across the room. I lay draped over Eren, both of us nestled under a blanket.

My eyes opened slowly, my thoughts still hazy from the night before. But as I stirred, the memories rushed back, and I felt heat creeping into my cheeks as I took in Eren's peaceful, drooling face, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths.

The realization hit me like a wave—I had done all of that with him last night. My gaze trailed down, taking in the sight of him beneath me, his body fully bare. I couldn't believe I'd been so... h-hot, so unreserved.

It hadn't been lust, probably. It was love, an overwhelming need to show him just how much he meant to me. But would he even understand that?

This cutie didn't even realize that men and women had different parts. He thought what was between our legs was just for peeing. Pure soul. And me... oh, the things I'd done to him, I still remember the face he made last night while we did... While I did dirty things to his~uhm uhm.

Soon I was brought back from my lewd thoughts as a soft moan escaped him," Uh... Uhm... Not.... Not there..." He protested like a girl and I blushed at his feminine protests. His head tilted as his mouth parted in his sleep, and I couldn't help but smile.

Damn, he looked so good, so irresistibly beautiful. My fingers began tracing gentle patterns over his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his muscles, and slowly moved to his abs—firm, sculpted, so touchable. I leaned in, planting soft kisses along his neck, savoring the softness of his skin.

My hand moved lower, and—accidentally—brushed against... Big titan. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I pulled back. What am I doing? Where's my self-control?

I took a deep breath, tugging at the scarf loosely draped around my neck, remembering all those childhood days spent at his side. And yes, sometimes I had imagined things while hugging him from behind... like Eren's strong, sweaty body hovering over mine, our fingers interlocked as he whispered my name.

A small smile curved my lips as I watched him. "Who would've thought, huh? That we would get married.." I whispered to myself, a fondness filling me. Just then, Eren's eyes fluttered open.

For a moment, he looked at me, his gaze slowly processing the sight in front of him. His face turned bright red, eyes wide, and—oh no—a small trickle of crimson began dripping from his nose.

Right. My naked body in the morning light was a bit... more visible than I realized.

"MIKASA!" Eren yelped, his voice breaking through the quiet room as I jolted back with the blanket, my own face burning red. In my haste, I left him completely exposed, his body in full view. Quickly, I averted my gaze, though I couldn't resist stealing quick glances at him and his uhm~uhm body. My Eren so manly.

He scrambled to cover himself, wrapping the bedsheet around his lower body as he fumbled, flustered. "The hell…" he muttered, his face a mix of emotions—anger? Embarrassment? Disappointment?

I couldn't tell. All I knew was that my mind had taken me back to the memories of last night, of him pressed against me, close in ways I'd dreamed about for so long. But now wasn't the time to think of that.

Eren's gaze shifted down, his cheeks flushed, and his ears tinged red as he muttered stuff I couldn't hear. He stared at the floor, his expression unreadable. My heart twisted with guilt.

What had I done? Was it too fast, too much? Had I been too forward, pushing him into something he hadn't wanted? I hadn't thought of it that way last night, but now... would he look at me differently? Does my Eren despise me? The thought was unbearable.

Before I knew it, doubts crashed over me, tightening in my chest. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I felt them slide down my cheeks, hot and silent. I was ashamed, suddenly feeling as if I'd tainted something precious, taken away a piece of his innocence. How could I be so selfish?

"Hey… why are you crying?" Eren's voice softened, and just like always, he reached out, cupping my face gently. His thumb brushed away my tears, his touch warm and grounding. He didn't seem to care about his own embarrassment or his exposed state; he only cared about me.

The sincerity in his gaze undid me completely.

Without a second thought, I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around him as the blanket fell away, leaving only our skin against each other. The warmth of his body against mine was gentle, comforting, and I nestled in closer, feeling his arms slowly wrap around me in return.

"S-sowwy," I mumbled, my voice muffled against his chest. "I went too far last night with Ereh… and now Ereh… he's mad at me..." I looked at him with my kitten eyes, my face burning. But he gently nudged me back, his face red as he glanced away, his eyes unsure before they finally met mine.

He stammered, looking adorably flustered. "No… I… I'm not mad… it's just…" He swallowed, clearly trying to find the words. "I just… I had no idea how babies were made. It's just… a little shocking that… you and I… were doing… you know, that kind of stuff…" His face deepened to a new shade of crimson, and then he blurted, "Wait… does that mean… you and I… we were both born the same way?"

The realization seemed to hit him like a thunderbolt, and he quickly looked away, covering his face as if it might hide his embarrassment. "This means… mom and dad… oh, God… they… how could they…" He trailed off, his wide, innocent eyes glancing back at me. He was so pure, so unguardedly cute, that I felt my cheeks flush even more.

The sight of him—his hand covering his face, his expression torn between innocence and sudden revelation—made me want to just hold him tighter. I couldn't help but tease a little, whispering, "And Eren, it means you were… well, the same way when your parents…"

Eren's eyes went wide, and he stammered, "Then why… why did everyone tell us that it was just a kiss… and you get a baby…" He was pouting now, his frustration only making him look cuter, his confusion like a layer of innocence still hanging on even after everything we'd done.

My Eren. My innocent, sweet Eren. The way he darted glances to see if I was looking, the way he shielded his red face, his tanned skin warm, his hot and muscular abs and his back broad under my fingertips.

The way his ears flushed whenever he felt out of his depth—it was all so captivating that I felt my heart quicken, a longing I could barely restrain.

"Eren…" I breathed softly, my eyes fixed on him. Should I say it. Nah fuck it. "Well… I still want to have children." My eyes sparkled, my expression hopeful, wanting him to feel what I felt. Shameless, maybe. But when it came to him, I just couldn't hold back.

He shook his head, giving me a flustered, almost shocked look, and stammered, "Gosh… Mika… I never knew you'd be so shameless…" His eyes flicked back to me, trying to seem serious, but the corners of his mouth quirked up, betraying him.

I could feel his resistance wavering as I leaned closer, gently sucking and biting his neck, leaving a soft mark.

"Ah... Umm... Mikasa~chan... Da...me... We... We can't... We're a bit too young... For this... Ah... Not there..."

My heart skipped a beat. He looked so adorable, protesting with the shyness of someone just discovering their feelings, like he was afraid of getting caught doing something indecent.

"Now you're done, Yeager... C'mere—time for round two..." I teased, making him gasp as he turned to face me, his hands covering his chest. His strong, muscular thighs pressed together as if guarding a precious secret.

"iieyahhh..." Eren screamed like a helpless girl, and I couldn't help myself as I threw myself at him, feeling a rush of warmth as I held him close. He was so utterly irresistible. "Oh, Eren you're so cute..."

I couldn't resist pushing him to his limits, delighting in the soft moans that slipped from him. There was something so innocent, so pure about his resistance, and yet, he looked as though he might relent at any moment.

Amidst it all, I heard his gentle whisper, "Mika~chan... You have really nice abs... I mean... I really love them... Can I... Can I touch them?"

I smiled, brushing a kiss over his cheek. "My body belongs to Eren... he can do anything he wants to." His cheeks flushed a delicate pink, but he managed a smile, shy yet captivated by this unfamiliar territory.

He somehow seemed to enjoy himself more with each passing moment, his shy grin gradually turning to a look of quiet satisfaction. But soon enough, just like last night he was out cold, leaving me to settle on top of him, cradling his warm, exhausted form.

"You really are the best, Eren..." I murmured, leaning in for a soft kiss. "Darling, If I were a guy, I'd last twice as long... Just saying. Don't mind me, though."

"Shut up...." Eren teased pulling me kissing my neck as some moans escaped my lips.

He opened his eyes just slightly, looking at me with that endearing, shy expression. "Mika~chan... I'm sowwy... I mean... You don't despise me since I'm not so good at things like this..."

The way he looked at me, so vulnerable yet trusting, melted me completely. Without another word, I pressed my lips to his again, letting him know he was all I wanted, exactly as he was.

I finally released him, my Eren, laughing to myself. Goodness, what's gotten into me? Shaking my head, I got up, and we both began to dress, our faces still tinged with red as we tried to pull ourselves together. But before we could leave the bed, I felt the need to make something clear.

"Ereh... There's something I need to ask." I approached him shyly, pressing my head to his shoulder as he wrapped me in a warm embrace, blushing.

"Yeah... What is it?" he asked, his tone soft, a touch of concern in his eyes.

"Now that... you've gone this far, doing weird things to me..."

Eren protested, "Me?! I haven't done any—"

Smooch.

I cut him off, pressing my lips to his in a way that left him speechless, tasting the warmth of his soft, tender lips as I murmured against him.

"I'm not done, Eren... Like I was saying, I think we should stop acting awkward around each other. You see, I'm not comfortable with it. When Eren doesn't act like himself with me, I start to think he doesn't like me anymore... And so…"

Smooch.

Another kiss, leaving him both confused and just a little annoyed. "So... we can love each other to the fullest," I said with a grin, pulling him into a hug. He gave a sigh of mock exasperation, hugging me back.

"Huh... Only been a month since I started living with you, and you're already showing your true colors…"

I looked up at him with playful eyes, feeling mischievous as I noticed the flush creeping up his cheeks. Where did all my shame go?

"I love you, darling. C'mere—let's start again," I whispered, barely giving him a chance to respond as I tugged his shirt off, throwing him back onto the bed.

His half-hearted protests about breakfast quickly faded into muffled moans and gasps as we lost ourselves in each other all over again, waves of pleasure and ecstasy pulling us under once more.