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Long A/N: Here it is, Voodoodolls. Your angsty EreMika break-up/make-up fic. But in all honestly, I don't think it's that much of a break-up... Hmm. And I'm not even sure if it has all the angst you wanted as I'm not good in that aspect, I'm really not. But hey! You can tell me that yourself, are you satisfied with how it turned out or if not, can you tell me what I could've done to make it better? I'm still trying to figure out this whole writing thing.

Of course, you all know (if not then well, now you know), this will be posted on my AO3 account, last time I'm saying this 'cause we all know how repetition is boring. I'm not used to WattPad, it's been going weird on me and I honestly don't like it very much. I'd put it on Tumblr 'cause I know lots of people use it, but I honestly have no idea how it works so I deleted my account. Also, if you have a request or prompt for me to try out, feel free to PM or leave a comment. You can be as specific as you want I just ask that it won't involve things such as:

Holidays/Birthdays (I know some of you like those types of things). I'm sorry, but holiday fics bore me to death, birthdays even more so! I'd much rather learn Math ten times over again than read/write those things. Not even joking, that's how boring it is to me.

Odd Kinks such as, what is it, Omorashi? I hope you know what it is 'cause I really don't wanna explain.

There's probably more, but I can't think of anything. Oh wait, umm what would it be called? A threesome? Foursome? I don't know, but that's just plain wrong and entirely Out-of-freakin'-Character. My goodness, I can't even begin to even imagine that. (I can, apparently) It'd turn out to be a giant cat fight between Annie and Mikasa, 'cause aggressive territorial females in heat, really? As if they'd share. It'd only be the boys getting a show, watching their clothes come off and blood flying and- Actually I think Armin would blush and faint and leave Eren alone, torn between trying to break them apart or just sit back and enjoy the show. Seriously? No way.

Or I guess any sort of weird fetish. Like Bondage and all that. I don't think I could write any of that. Oh, but I guess minus the size one. Expansion, is it? Wasn't that technically the first two chapters here? So yeah aside from that one, I can't do much else. You'll just have to see and find out.

It's fine if you guys like reading such things, I don't judge, but I highly doubt I'd be able to write anything like that. No one has mentioned any of these, I'm just putting it out there. I like writing, it's fun and I love to hear that you guys like (or don't like) what I have to offer, but I'd hate to decline a request, so I'm putting this here so you guys know in case you have a prompt/request for me. I like to make these like short separate stories, ya know with meaning and all that. Now how well I pull off the story is all up to you readers and those who asked for it! As for those waiting for theirs (I have like, 2 or 3), they're in the works. :3 So you'll get it, don't worry it just takes me a while. Some more so than others. :)

Other than all that, please enjoy! :D

She's running out in the rain, her boots stomping loud against the cool pavement, but meaning nothing to the low growls of the rolling thunder. Her breath comes out in short bursts of white mist. Her lungs are burning, chest aching with each rapid inhale, but no sort of physical pain can even compare to the pain she's feeling from the red strings of thread streaming from the gaps of her fingers. They're heavy with water and clinging desperately to her fingers and wrists, frayed edges becoming damaged and torn. She'd done it again, stuck her head in where it didn't belong and he had snapped at her. She was used to that, it happened occasionally; it was only a quirk in their relationship. Probably one they both had to work on.

Now, however, she wasn't so sure they would have that chance.

The thought makes her feet slow to a stop on the empty sidewalk. Her heart sinks heavily in her chest, once beating frantically with a whirlwind of emotions, but now calming down to a depressing rhythm. She knew it was a sensitive topic, but it had to be addressed. He had to face it and come clean, but it had all gone wrong. She will admit that she did come across as indifferent, but she was only trying to be strong for him, to be a pillar that he could count on to pick him up, support him when he couldn't bring himself up. But that was enough for him to turn on her and bark out things that cut her, made her raw and bare. It hurt, but it was nothing so new. They've had their fair share of spats, but those were minor and not at all like it was now, or had been just hours earlier.

This time, however, was different. Nothing she experienced before had prepared her for this, not even close. With the rain beating down on her and the thunder laughing out their scorn, she was left to wallow in the cold emptiness that was loneliness.

The streets are bare, the lights of warm shops have dimmed and signs are turned to the 'CLOSED' label. Even her favorite bakery, which has always been open at all hours, is pulled back due to the harsh weather. Another thing that sullies her soul, the rain. She sighs, a large breath of air ghosting over the empty space in front of her.

Mikasa looks down, her bare, cold and trembling hands holding on to her last shield against the elements; her old red scarf. It's tattered and worn, yet it always held on strong, wrapped firmly around her neck and radiating a gentle warmth that now, is long gone. Now, adding to its beaten appearance, a large jagged gap is torn through its center, ripping open tightened seams and killing off its lively charm. Thick threads and thin ones hang lifelessly from her shivering fingers, heavy with the drops of water falling from the skies loud cries. It almost looks as depressed as she is with its aching wound.

Her fingers, growing numb with each second she spends outside, gently rub over the tattered thing.

A sniffle barely squeaks past a strike of lightning and a bark of thunder. The sounds and the sights used to scare her when she was younger. With a crack of lightning, strange and horrible shadows would manifest from open closets and sleeping toys. Nonetheless there was always someone to protect her from the hidden monsters in the dark, someone to secure her scarf and whisper that nothing would hurt or take her away with a sleepy grumble. He had promised her and he had said that this was proof, the scarf curled over her, wrapped around her neck and head in a messy heap to keep out the chill. Because he had done it, because he was the one that wouldn't abandon her when she needed him, even in the dead hours of night; it was always him.

He promised with this scarf, he would protect her and wrap it around her for as many times as she needed, whenever she felt cold or whenever she felt lonely. Those words and those actions never failed to make her smile past her fears and woes. Of all the promises people have made to her, none was as precious as his; the impact it had on her had changed her life when it was most crucial.

And now he had broken it, his promise and her shield.

With angry fingers and icy words he told her, yelled it out for all the four walls of their apartment to hear and with just a swift, violent jerk of his hands, her scarf had gave in to the wrath that pulled its threads apart.

In that moment, she could practically hear the years of warmth and happiness deteriorate into nothing with each tear. Their struggles, their victories, their losses and their bond; it was ruined. The sound of its stitches itself almost sounded like a cry of pain to her when in fact it may have been her silently begging him not to. More tears mingled with the falling raindrops and the billowing winds were all that would hold her firm in this crippling moment, freezing her bones and hurting her aching heart. Yet even with her silent sobs and humiliating sniffles, there was nothing she could do to alleviate the throbbing pain. Another sniffle and another stare at the garment lingered for a moment longer before she could get her bearings enough to move.

Slow and sluggish, her feet moved with one heavy step after another. Her cries were soft and muffled while she looked at her scarf, tarnished with the ugly gap. Black, puffy eyes would only move to keep track of her path before turning back to her only treasure.

Home was a place she couldn't go to right now and probably not for a long while with how everything played out.

"Eren..." she whimpered, her voice broken and her eyes streaming with hot tears. There was a single fleeting moment where she hoped that he would come for her, apologize and claim he didn't mean it, didn't mean to hurt her the way he had. After several minutes and, most likely, an hour, her hope died down with her spirits. There was only one other person she could go to right now that could even remotely put her to some sort of ease; at least enough for her to sleep tonight.

Soon enough, she comes to a building, a mansion, with only a single light on.

With a spare key gifted to her, she moves to open the gates. The pack of four dogs that always go crazy if someone so much as stops in front of the weary bars do not show, probably locked up inside due to the weather. The corners of her mouth twitch with a longing to smile, but it isn't enough.

She's still cold and she still feels pain; raw and lasting.

Walking up to the door, she barely makes a sound when she taps her frozen knuckles against the old wooden door, yet its just enough to alert one feral dog. Scratching soon follows the furious barks along with a familiar, firm and loud shout in some foreign language most likely telling the beasts to shut up.

The door opens and Mikasa is greeted with a few annoyed grumbles in Russian that she vaguely recalls as curses from a short blonde woman.

"Mikasa?" she questions with a raised eyebrow, not at all expecting the young girl to turn up during a violent storm.

Finally, a smile makes it way over her quivering lips, but its bitter and without mirth.

"You sure have Armin's dogs whipped, huh Annie?"

The blonde can barely hear her through the pouring droplets and the rolls of thunder, but she almost thinks that her voice sounds odd. With a short, suspicious shrug she mutters a low, "Get in" and makes way for her with a step to the side.

"Armin's making tea, want some?" she offers mechanically as she takes her coat from her, but when she opens her palm to recieve her scarf, Annie is baffled when her friend blatantly refuses. She watches with wide eyes as her hands wring it dry, twisting so as to hide the painful gash marring its once perfected form. Mikasa ignores her confusion and nods slowly to her offer of something to drink; all while keeping a tight hold on the scarf. Annie drops her silent inquiries with a quick glance upward before she turns. "Alright, I'll let him know you're here and I'll put these to dry while you wait."

She whispers a quick thanks before venturing further to find a seat. "Oh, and Annie?" she calls just before the blonde can disappear beyond a threshold.

"What?"

"May I borrow your sewing kit?" she asks, voice void of emotion as her eyes bore into the other's; empty and dark. Annie pauses, her breathing following as well as she glares at the girl without any real hostility. They hold their gaze for a couple of seconds longer before a lively voice calls out from the kitchen.

Annie doesn't question her, but she definitely knows something is wrong. "Sure."

The moment she hears steps move away and drown in the background is the moment Mikasa allows herself to cave in, close everything shut and wait out the storm until the hurt is mended or maybe long forgotten. Her fingers, stiff and still shaking, gently touch over the ruined seams, the original color had long since faded and no other thread will match its age; a scar will surely form. No matter how talented she may be, its scar will be long and ugly and horribly, horribly painful. Her chest tightens and once again she questions what she may have done to anger her beloved so. What had made this time so much different than all those other ones? What had made him so angry and upset that he had to lash out at her? What did she do? She doesn't know and it hurts her.

Images of furious, brightly colored eyes flash through her mind, his mouth contorted in a yell, a shout, and a terrible cold whisper of a "Get out." His voice was so cold and hostile, it was as if he was talking to a stranger. Tears threaten to pool over her swollen eyes, but she stops them before they can form. A shaky breath inflates her tired lungs and she goes on trying to recollect the events prior. It's tiring and the results all come out the same, it was an inevitable thing. There was nothing she could do about it.

One of Armin's dogs comes to lie at her feet, body stretching out and paws coming up to rest his head. The oldest and most welcoming of her friend's pets, affectionately named Rogue for being so drastically different than his rowdy pack mates. Primarily because he's so friendly after one makes it past the front door whereas the others always growl and stare, just waiting for strangers to make a threatening move.

"He was very upset." she whispers to him. An ear twitches at her gentle voice and brown eyes stare up at her puppy-like with his stubby little tail wagging; a small attempt at consolation. "I don't know if I'll be able to fix it." she hums to him as she tries to dry out the cloth as best as she can, prepping it for a mending. The dog whines out at her as he turns his head to doze off.

Her chest constricts painfully, shivering as she hears a low conversation come from the kitchen. She can make out the words, but they're nothing more than letters forming incoherent sentences in her mind. It isn't until she hears light footsteps that she sniffles again and Rogue raises his head to greet his master coming in with a tray of tea and small snacks.

"Mikasa." There's a warm smile in his greeting, but poor Mikasa can't even bring it in herself to return the kind gesture. She's in too much pain to even try and further hide it. Armin wisely anticipated this from Annie's briefing when she passed him by. He only smiles wider and moves to sit in front of her with the tray placed carfully on the table. "You should've told me you were coming over!" he exclaims playfully, shooting her a small pout. "I could've picked you up! Or Annie could've seeing as how she thinks I'll fly off with how strong the winds are out there."

His gentle laughter warms her further and though she knows he is only trying to make her feel better, she can't shake her sadness to even respond goodheartedly.

"You can help yourself to whatever you need." he offers. "There's always extra room but," he pauses to glance at her with a humorous look. "I think we're close enough to already have that established though, don't you think?" His low, gentle chuckle is enough to make her relax a little more and nod. "I'm sure Annie has some spare clothes she can lend you too."

His voice is soft when he speaks, it almost seems like he understands this whole situation she's in. The ache in her chest lightens and it both soothes and pains her. He isn't even looking at the ratty little clump of fabric wound tightly in her fingers, he only moves to separate a cup of coffee from the two others filled with mint tea and placing it near a seat between them. "It's a terrible storm out." he continues and she absently listens while her eyes stay glued to her scarf. "The weather reports say it'll last a few days." She allows Armin to keep the one-sided conversation going for a couple of minutes longer, enjoying his characteristic ramblings of weather and health concerns as well as something about the tea he made.

It isn't until she hears the gentle clink of a teacup that she finally lifts her gaze. His smile is gone, but his eyes hold nothing but warmth and understanding, as if he doesn't need her to talk to know what has happened. She believes then, that he would let this one time slide and let her simmer down with the rain. But those thoughts quickly die out and land in a dirty puddle outside along the torrent of the rain's wrath when his next words reach her ears.

"Eren's going to get worried. You're soaked to the bone, Mikasa." His voice is still soft, but there's a hint of disapproval in his tone followed heavily with concern.

Almost instantly, the chill of the day's events come back and snuff out whatever warmth Armin's home had brought. Her heart sinks to her stomach and her tears become painful from being held back. Another shaky breath escapes and her eyes defiantly snap back to the bundle of ruined fabric. When Annie returns with her little sewing kit, she seats herself beside Mikasa and silently hands her the box. She takes it with a grateful nod, missing the concerned glances the two share before she begins to get the needle and thread.

She works silently, using whatever skills her mother had passed down to her before that dreadful incident, many years ago. However, her shaking hands are stiff and aching from the storm's breath that her perfomance in fixing the material is poor and lacking. The thin metal pricks her numb pads so many times that Annie has to take it from her and mend the scarf for her. Mikasa barely puts up a fight with the treasured cloth, something that perturbs Armin.

"Mikasa." he calls as she looks to stare at Rogue instead.

Annie soon separates herself from the conversation as she feels this to be too personal for her to be involved. Moving herself from the table to sit in a separate room, taking her coffee and the pooch with her; she keeps her eyes open, but ears closed. She could tell the moment the girl came that she had only wanted to speak with Armin alone. So while she busies herself with this small task of filling the gap in the garment, the two of them can talk without reserve.

"Tell me," he begins, fingers playing with the small handle of his teacup. A glare meets his stern stare, but it withers just as soon as she sets it. Her tears finally pool over the corners and her fingers once curled tightly into a fist relax to hold her weary head as she silently begins to unwind from the tension she built herself on. Words come out in hushed jumbles and frame-wracking sobs. Armin listens, his eyebrows furrowed in some parts of her explanation and softening at others.

Then comes a question he dared never thought of before, but seeing her like this; sopping wet and trembling. She looked so broken, helpless and it had honestly frightened him somewhat. He knew though, that his friend would never stoop so low as to do what he was thinking, but he had to be absolutely sure. Her well-being was his top priority right now. "Mikasa," he calls softly, grabbing her hand and holding it with his warm one, offering a gentle squeeze of assurance as he locked on to her weeping eyes. His gaze look over her, searching for anything hinting at what he was about to ask. "Did he hurt you?" he asks cautiously, voice genuine and hushed, because they both know that their precious friend is prone to violence.

She closes her eyes and swallows down the lump in her throat, seeming pained and heartbroken. Her head shakes in the negative, but to her, there was no difference. The tear in that scarf was no different than a knife being stabbed into her chest and piercing her heart. The rain and the winds could practically be her blood filling her lungs and drowning her. It hurt so much, but unlike a scar, her pain would last far longer than numbed flesh. The blond male sighs in relief at her answer.

"I don't think he meant it in the way that it seemed. This is Eren we're talking about and like I said, he wouldn't want you to get sick. I'm positive he didn't mean for you to actually leave."

To this the girl scowls and brings back her hand to hold to her chest. "I told you, Armin. It was his exact words! If he didn't mean that, then what else could he have meant?" she asks desperately. The whole place had actually felt strange to her, as if she was in someone's home and that she was an intruder. How could she have just stayed and endure that kind of pain, where she was practically nothing to him, but a stranger he ignored. There was no way she could handle that kind of treatment. "H-he's never said that to me. Not in that way, not with that tone... And definitely never with those words..."

Armin sighs as he watches his dear friend curl in on herself, trying in vain to stop the next onslaught of tears. "P-please..." she begs, quietly with a quivering voice. "Would it be alright if I could rest for the night?"

She isn't looking at him and he can see her hand unconsciously reach for what isn't around her neck. He watches as she catches her mistake and clenches her hand tight into her bosom with a silent snarl choked into nothing but gentle sobs.

"You know you're always welcome to stay over anytime, Mikasa." He stands to collect their cups and heads over to the kitchen. "Go ahead and take a bath, I'll have Annie bring you a set of dry clothes for you while I prepare you a room." She nods and gets up to do just that before she stops in front him, blocked by Armin's unmoving body. "Hey," he calls one last time, prompting her to look up at him.

Balancing the dishes in one hand, he brings her in for a hug. His hand gently guides her cold and damp head over to his much more warmer shoulder. "Everything will be fine, okay? We're still here for you and I know what he did was awful, but I really don't think he meant to hurt you like that. We'll talk it all out later when everything's calmed down."

Mikasa hiccups against his shoulder, her eyes hidden in his shirt as she allows herself to confide in her dearest friend. She doesn't want to believe him, because in all honesty it certainly doesn't seem like it will. But the way he sounds so confident with his words and with how warm he feels holding her, comforting her; it's as if there's nothing she can do but believe him and nod her head against him. They stay like that for a long moment with him hugging her, supporting her and she just simply rests her weary head on him, grateful for his support.

A smile threatens to quirk her frozen lips upward. "Thank you, Armin." He smiles against her hair in response, his arm squeezing her gently in a loving acknowledgement. "But I wouldn't want Annie to think there's something going on between us should she see us like this." she jokingly states. Armin blushes lightly as he parts away from her, handling the dishes with care when they threaten to slip off balance.

"Please. From here, you guys are like a bad soap opera on an old radio that I can't turn off."

The two chuckle at Annie's dry attempt at lighting up the atmosphere from her place where she can't even see the two.

"Go on." he ushers as he turns and she watches before whispering another thanks to him and then goes off in search of a bathroom.

The water is warm and comforting as it instantly begins to relieve her of the cold. It's pleasant and she can feel the stress weighing in her chest lift substantially, but her mind is far from peace. She's stopped crying, her soft sobs had quieted down to nothing more than tired sighs and she is eternally grateful for that. Mikasa has only ever had one reason to cry and the only person who would let her, force her, to grieve in such a way was Eren. This time, however, she was crying of a new pain. Thinking about it rationally, she supposed it was natural for her. Having the one person she loved most reject her in such a fashion and blatantly demand that she leave him, what more could he do to hurt her so visciously?

He had always had a foul temper, yet he never raised a hand to her. Never slapped her, never hurt her in any physical way; no he never forced her into anything she was not comforable with. To her though, he didn't need to. What he had done was far worse than a black eye, angry welts with bleeding cuts, and even a stab to her chest. He had torn her scarf, had done it in front of her for her to see with his own hands and it was as if he was telling her that he wished he never had saved her that cold and dreary night. A night in which seemed very much like today.

She sighed again as she moved her arms around in the water, finally having her fingers revived with feeling after only a few minutes.

Recollection only seemed to hurt her even more, but at least her tears had dried and her body was too exhausted to go into another bout of crying. When at last she looked once more at her fingers after washing herself and noticed the way they were starting to prune from lingering in the water, she decided is was time to get out.

With her now dry and warmed somewhat, Mikasa immediately went off to rest inside her given room, shutting the door as gentle as she could. Her eyes were heavy and she wanted nothing more than to sleep and maybe never wake up for a long time. A horrible thing to feel or say, but nothing felt more right than lying weightless and oblivious to the crying world outside. Walking up to the waiting bed, she was about to shove away the comforters and crawl in, but something caught her eye in the darkness.

There, folded neatly and no longer sopping wet and ratty was her scarf. Lifting it up with ginger fingers, she inspected its condition. The gap had been carefully sewn back together and as she expected the color was far too bright to match it. She wouldn't complain, it was fixed and she could wear it over her neck again. Unraveling its body, she carefully wrapped it over her slender neck tucking it under so as to stay secure and soon she felt a little more whole. Yet, even with it having been mended, washed and dried, it seemed to have lost its former warmth.

That was okay, she supposed. It took time for anything to heal, wounds both physical and emotionally. She allowed herself a few moments with her fingers just brushing gently at an end of the garment, waiting for her neck to warm a little more before she headed off to sleep.

He may have hurt her, he may have ripped the closest thing to resemble their bond, but it would still take a lot more to have her ever hate him. And she guessed that while that may be foolish for her, it was just how she was. Who else could've kept her warm that fateful night where robbers and traffickers had threatened to take her away?

It could only be him and even now she wished she were sleeping beside him, with his arms draped over her and his heart beat close to her ears. The thought, though painful that it might never happen again, had made her smile; small and bittersweet. Grabbing the comforters and raising them overhead, she quietly climbed into bed, shoved them over so that only the top of her head would be seen peeking out. Immediately her body relaxed under the warmth and with a quiet exhale her mind quickly became engulfed in a hopefully dreamless slumber.

"Armin?" Annie called out softly with a thin blanket draped over her shoulders. "What are you doing still up, it's eleven." she grumbled sleepily as she rubbed one eye sluggishly.

The blond male smiled fondly at her before setting down the book he was reading before she had come down from their shared room.

"And with a stupid light on, why are you up?" she asked much more irriated when he wouldn't answer, but he couldn't help but find the whole scene cute.

"I'm just waiting for someone." he whispered, a tendency he's held since his grandfather was living with him. None were too fond of being loud when night fell.

"Jaeger?" she guessed, but she probably shouldn't have even bothered with how obvious it was. Armin nodded and stifled a yawn with the back of his hand. Annie scoffed and trudged over to him, gesturing with her head to move over. He did so and she quickly plopped down beside him, worming her way into his side and shoving the blanket over her head in a feeble attempt at blocking out the light.

Seeing as the blonde woman quickly fell back asleep, Armin picked up the book and continued where he left off. His eyes glanced at the front door, worry clouding over them as he sighed and relaxed against the cushions of the couch willing himself to not dwell on it so much until he came by.

Strings upon strings of curses left his cold lips as he ran up another street with glowing eyes darting every which way in search of the girl. When nothing came up he once again shouted out in frustration and raked his stiff hand over his messy mop of brown hair, flicking off drops of water. Unfortunately for him, the downpour showed no signs of letting up as he trotted up another block. He had tried calling out for her, but the heavy rain and low thunders always drowned him out. An agitated grunt left him as he came to a dead end, there was no sense in her being here.

With worry now bubbling up within his cold trembling chest, Eren became even more distraught, pacing around and hitting his palm against his temple in a feeble attempt of thinking where she could have gone.

He had searched the park three times over, looking into her favorite hiding spots and even went down to the lake which was a long way from their apartment. "Think you idiot, think!" he growled as he continued to tap his head urgently. In his haste to find her, he had tripped over trash cans and puddles, covering him up in scratches, scrapes and bruises. He even nicked himself good just above his left eye by landing on a stray glass bottle, but he couldn't even feel the stinging pain. Too caught up in trying to find her, he hardly thought to even wear a suitable coat for the rain.

The thin jacket he barely remembered to bring was already drenched and became nothing but dead weight for him. Not one part of him was dry making him easy pickings for a bad cold.

"Where else would she go?" he mumbled lowly with his legs moving in some random direction. After ten minutes of mindless walking, he almost slipped when he tried to swiftly turn around, his mind having clicked with the obvious answer. "I'm such an idiot!" he hissed as he sprinted down the road to his best friend's home.

He didn't even bother using his spare as he simply jumped over the gate, a stunt that has led him to countless scratches and dog bites. Only now, he was glad the mutts were locked up as he already had enough to deal with as the blood faintly trickled down his eye. Scrambling up to the door, he quickly rang the doorbell and when no one answered after a few seconds he continued to mash at the button frantically.

Once again, it was Annie who opens the door, but this time she was in no mood to even check who it was ringing the damn doorbell at twelve thirty in the morning. Her mouth opened with lovely little phrases in Russian that Eren could not even begin to try and understand what it was she was threatening him with. Last time she went off, he could vaguely catch something along the lines of dog food and no one ever finding him which, in all honesty, was entirely in her power seeing as she worked as a butcher.

When her eyes had finally grown accustomed to the lighting and she could see a poor excuse of a human being standing in front of her, she started mumbling something under her breath. However, before he could even begin to try and listen to her she pulled back a fist and slammed it straight in his eye where blood already mingled in with the water.

The last things he could catch amongst his cursing was her yelling at Armin to wake up all the while speaking to him angrily in her mother tongue.

Apparently the blond male was alseep throughout the whole time he was ringing the doorbell and when he was woken up by Annie's yelling he immediately jumped up and ran to him sputtering countless apologies and then gaping when he saw what Annie had done.

"I'm so sorry, Eren! Oh, this was exactly what I was afraid of! I knew I should've just picked her up and put her to bed!" he whispered harshly while still trying to wipe away most of the sleep from his eyes.

"Yeah, okay! Whatever! Have you seen Mikasa is what I really want to know." he hissed as he tried to touch the now swelling area above his eye.

"Yeah, she's in the-" A sudden loud clicking sound followed by light whistling now caught both boys attention from upstairs and Armin immediately paled. "She's in her room, you know which one, right?" he whispered too fast for Eren to catch up as his friend blindly pushed him into a hall and in front of a door. "Go ahead and we'll talk about this tomorrow or maybe next week if we're lucky. Annie! Put the clicker down and leave the dogs in the room! Annie!" He shoved him in and shut the door before his dogs could catch a whiff of Eren in the warm cozy home.

"Sonofabitch!" he hissed as he lightly touched his eye that would soon bear a nice dark blue and black color. Sighing heavily, he pushed aside his pain for the moment and looked around the pitch black room until he noticed a small lump on the bed. Approaching with soft steps he hovered over the bundle of covers and softly began to peel a layer away. Soft breaths reached him as his accustomed eyes now saw her sleeping peacefully and oblivious of his presence. It didn't surprise him, she was a bit of a heavy sleeper when the weather turned cold.

He wanted to reach out to her and make sure she was okay, but quickly pulled away. He had hurt her a great deal if she had to go to Armin. That wasn't to say that was a bad thing, for the most part he was just relieved to find her safe and warm in a familiar setting than sitting sopping wet and freezing. It only meant that she didn't feel he wanted to see her at all, or worse, if ever. Sighing again, he sat on his knees at the side of the bed, pondering as to what he should do. He had found her and she was safely wrapped up in something warm and sleeping calmly. If she woke to find him here, she'd probably get depressed and while he was still upset with her, Eren could only feel relief of her well being.

Still, even though she had angered him, it gave him no right to do what he had done and the sorrow and regret came back with a vengeance. Gently nudging away more of the blankets, he found the scarf he had ripped apart wrapped around her neck and he could see the bright red color clash with its faded hue down its center making guilt coil in his chest.

Yes, he was still angry, but even he knew that what he's done was too low a blow. Grabbing one end of the scarf he began to rub his index and thumb over it, inspecting its condition. The seams were tight and resisting well his light tugging, though he knew not to pull too hard or else it will snap again. He had no idea what had come over him to do this, his own mother had made him that scarf. It was supposed to be a priceless treasure not only for her, but for him as well.

And he had easily given way to his violent tendencies, ripping it open as if it meant absolutely nothing to him. He could only imagine the pain the girl in front of him must have felt.

"I messed up." he whispered softly, letting go the material and standing up. He raked another hand through his damp and heavy hair, wondering what he should do now as he felt severly out of place. There was no guarantee she would forgive him. In all honesty, she had every right not to forgive him for he knew well how much that scarf meant to her. "I'm- ugh! I'm so stupid!" he couldn't even apologize properly as he turned away and wiped his hands over his heated face in frustration.

Grabbing a nearby chair, he sat down and stared at her body rise and fall evenly with her breathing. He listened to the quiet scuffle outside the room with a few ominous scratching raking up against the wooden door. Armin was still trying to calm down an angered Annie while simultaneously pulling his dogs away from the door. It lasted for a few more minutes before he heard something he really wished he hadn't. Sure, knowing German and Russian had its perks but when you can understand what your best friend is saying to calm down their girlfriend, it can get old and embarrassing really fast. When at last nothing else could be heard aside from the heavy rainfall and ground shaking thunder, Eren finally let out an exhausted but thoroughly relieved sigh.

His muscles were aching from his searching and he was still freezing from the rain and wind. His throat was also suffering from how much he was sucking in air as he ran in the rain without proper clothing. Now, all he really wanted to do was crawl into someplace warm and sleep, but he would not allow himself that luxury, not until he patched things up with Mikasa, but he would have to wait until morning for that.

It would be a long while for that, however. A small price to pay he supposed and it would do well to cool his head a little too. So he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning his head on his hands, he prepared himself for restless naps in between the hours.

He had just began to fall asleep when he heard a small whisper. Thinking it was his mind playing tricks on him with the rain falling loud, he shook his head and eased on back against his hands.

"Eren?" the whisper questioned again, but he was so close to falling under that he ignored it once more.

"Eren, you're going to fall."

He mumbled something before his hand slipped from under him and he nearly fell face flat on the carpet. A startled yelp left him as he scrambled to grab a hold of something firm to steady himself. Two small hands held his shoulders while his hand used the edge of the bed to lift him up. With his heart hammering and his eyes wide open he looked around frantically until he came face to face with none other than Mikasa. From what he could tell, she looked utterly exhausted even though she was well hidden in the dark and in her bangs. Groaning a little, he rubbed a hand over his face to wake up.

"You're dripping wet, Eren! What are you doing here?" she asked, horrified as her hands roamed over his clumpy clothing in search for an area that was dry.

He grabbed onto her warm wrists and pushed them back. "I came to see if you were okay." he answered calmly, but even he could hear the annoyance underlining his voice from her overbearing protective tendency. It was an automatic reaction that he had whenever she was adamant on something regarding his well-being, something that would not help in the slightest considering the situation he was in. There was a subtle sound of a startled gasp and the once peaceful air became tense. He could feel her trying to pull away from him with her head turning to the side and her small hands tugging from his grip. He held on, mildly enjoying the warmth her hands generated within his grasp. He didn't say anything more, but instead took in her appearance or of what little he could see in the darkness. Small shorts with just a tank top and her scarf. He stared longer at the red thing, thinking back to what he had done before he gently grabbed it again by its edges, noticing well how tense she became when he did so.

His eyebrows furrowed in a disgusted grimace as he gently rubbed his fingers over it again, feeling the unfamiliar softness of the newly woven threads. "I'm sorry." he said lowly with his eyes downcast. "I didn't- I mean... I was just-" a frustrated sigh exhaled past his sore throat as he tore himself away from her, unable to even do this one simple thing and it was killing him inside. "You should just go back to bed." he finished quietly, looking back at her for just a moment before he moved towards the door. "I only wanted to make sure you were safe."

It wasn't all he wanted to say and they both knew it, but he couldn't bring it in himself to say it after what he had done to her; to them.

"Where are you going?" she asked and he could practically hear the sorrow weighing heavy in her voice that he all but wanted to soothe.

"Home." he stated simply, his hand near the doorknob and just about to grasp and turn it before he felt something pleasant and light wrap around him.

The small weight slamming into him was a wonderful distraction from the cold and anger churning around inside him.

"I'm sorry too." she squeaked out, her voice trembling with terror at the prospect of her probably never able to call that place home should she let him leave. "Please," It was heartbreaking to hear her plead to him of all people, it was making him sick. Someone as caring and loving as her, shouldn't have to plead to someone like him. It wasn't right. "Please don't leave me..." she begged, burying her face further into his cold and wet back. "Please."

She was about to cry, he could feel it in the way she was clinging to him with her eyes screwed shut and her shoulders beginning to quake from the force of her fears. He knew they should probably both simmer down and away from each other for a while. She was safe here and he could make it back to their apartment with little to no incident. He thought it would do them some good to be apart, but the way she was holding him and trying to fight back her tears said otherwise.

She was basically telling him she needed him, right here and right now at this very moment. She was falling apart right in front of him and what was he doing? Pushing her away with cold words and cruel arms when what she really needed was for him to listen and hold her up. Hold her and love her even though there very well may be someone out there who could love her better than him.

He turned around slowly, his arm coming to push her away from him and for a moment she feared he would force her to go back to bed while he left, but she was gratefully relieved to feel him bring her in closer to his freezing body. Her arms immediately went to his back, pulling him in while he leaned down to bury his face into her neck, a welcoming action that further comforted the hurt girl.

"I'm sorry." they both mumbled to each other with one's voice cracking and the other muffled into warm skin and worn out threads.

Skimming his lips over her warm flesh, he moved up until they parted enough for him to plant his cold lips onto her hers. She didn't seem to care as she kissed him back with new fervor. It was short and sweet as they simply held each other, lips against lips but Eren still couldn't come to terms with her forgiveness. In his eyes, he didn't deserve it. Of all the people they've known, he should've been the one to realize how special that scarf meant to her, a new life, a new beginning; a new family. Not only that, but it should've meant a whole lot more to him.

It was him that wrapped it around her, told her to come home to where it was warm and dry and away from the sorrow and rain that night had brought. He should've realized this and stopped, but his anger was too great even for him to stop what could've probably been the most tragic thing to happen to either of them. So many things could have happened if the streets and sidewalks were not barren, so many horrible things that neither could live through.

So really, how could he forgive himself? What if Mikasa hadn't made it to Armin's place? What if she had gotten hurt? And in his recklessness he would pay no mind to the colors of street lights and car beams, only looking for a head of black and red strings billowing out in the wind. What if he never made it to Armin's home, never felt Annie's fist or see that his beloved was resting quietly in a warm bed?

These thoughts only made his heart beat fast in fear and the chill of his wet clothes becoming the only thing he could feel. His hands held onto her tighter, his fingers pressing down on her clothes trying to assure him that she was here, safe and sound and with little to no injuries. At least there was nothing so bad as his black eye and jagged cut above it.

Mikasa felt his urgent fingers and gently pulled him back towards the bed, wanting nothing more than to lay in it with his arms around her and his head beside her own. They moved slowly, with her leading him backwards. He's watching her with bright eyes scutinizing her every move as she pulled him along with insistent hands. He catches a look of hesitance flash over her dark eyes as she meets his intense stare.

"Stay with me?" she asks, her voice soft and uncertain. He could see it in the soft glint of her watery eyes as she continued to gently coax him closer and closer. Until, of course, it became too much for him to endure.

He grabbed her jaw with one hand and kissed her hard, distracting her as he now took the lead in bringing them to the warm bed with tousled covers. Her mouth opens under his urgency all too willingly, her small tongue quickly moving in to caress his own. He answers immediately, exploring her with his probing tongue running over her own, sweeping at her palate and brushing against her teeth. She falls and he lands on top of her, one knee holding him up as he towers over her smaller frame, their lips still locked.

She notices as their kiss becomes deeper and more passionate that he's being gentle with her. His usual aggressive confidence during this kind of intimacy is absent with his mouth gently pushing against her own eliciting subtle moans to erupt from her. She can feel his thumb rub over her wrist in a comforting matter while his other hand cradles her head in its grasp. All these small things has her body rapidly increase in temperature and soon a blush is burning over her face and she swears that he knows she's responding this way because of him and what he's doing to her.

It's Eren who pulls away after a while, pulling away just enough so that he can trail down her jaw and onto her neck.

"I've done something terrible to you." he mumbles into her skin, kissing her softly as he moves even lower until his lips press against warm fabric.

Mikasa pauses, her chest becoming the only part of her moving. She listens to him, waiting patiently as she accepts his apologetic kisses and nips. "I'm sorry." His voice is a harsh whisper and she notices that he won't peel away her scarf to access more of her skin where it is more sensitive. It's endearing and she feels her heart swell with his sincere words, radiating a warmth that blooms in her and warming every part of her body in a pleasant rush of happiness. A smile gently makes its way over her pink lips as she softly pulls her hands away from him to wrap around his neck.

Pulling him as close as she can she kisses his temple. She wants to assure him, wants to tell him that she's already forgiven him, but the way he holds her with such desperation and regret tells her he won't accept it. He's the one beat up with bruised skin and bleeding cuts, but it means nothing compared to what he's done to her and therefore he won't accept her kindness and embrace whatever punishment awaits him. Be it in the morning with another fist and a dog bite or a splash of hot coffee down his pants; he'll take it silently and she doesn't want that.

Idly, her hands roam down, fingers brushing over coarse damp clothing, searching for the hem of his jacket as he pulls away to once again stare into her soft features. She finds it and soon she's tugging at it and shoving it down to the carpet. His shirt is soon pulled and tossed aside to join his jacket and Eren, throughout her actions, does nothing but allow her to do as she will. It is only when she goes to reach for his belt that he stops her with a firm grip.

She's never felt his eyes bore into her own in what she can best describe as a glare. He isn't hostile or aggressive when he stares at her, rather it's something that excites her. There's a fire in his eyes, burning with a vengeance almost akin to that night he fought against her attackers. It's deadly and fierce, but it's also protective, daring anything to get within arm's length of her; to try and touch someone so precious to him. It's much like a lion to its mate, lying in wait but staring, silently challenging. She stares back, her fingers curling into her palm as he seems to try and figure out what he should do. He looks torn and apprehensive and she doesn't like it. Tentatively, she leans forward, bringing up her head to place a gentle kiss at his cheek, her other hand flattening out against his cool chest trying hard to dispel his indecisiveness.

A hiss lightly passes through clenched teeth as her hand continues gliding over his naked torso and Mikasa can't help but smile when his voice hitches when her digits gently glide over his hardened nipples. Steering him away from his troubled mind, her kisses become more urgent and her hand slips free from his grip as she pulls him in for another heated kiss. This time, to her pleasure he retaliates by nudging her knees apart and jerking his cold lower half roughly against her pelvis. A small but sharp "Ah!" escapes her at the motion forcing her mouth to open wider and granting his tongue more access.

His hands fall to trace her figure, stopping at her chest with his fingers skimming over her breasts. He's immensely pleased to find that she's not wearing a bra as he feels her nipples poke through the thin material of the borrowed top. He teases one bud through the fabric with subtle rubs and quick pinches making the woman fidget and squirm underneath him. Quiet moans escape her as he holds a nub between his forefinger and thumb, pulling and pinching and sending delicious shivers to shudder down to her aching core.

He's cold to the bone, but his ministrations ignite a burning fire to flood her veins and become heated with arousal. Lightly, her hips roll forward to create a wondrous friction between them that a growl rumbles deep from his chest. He answers her, enjoying the way he feels her warm center bring life to his growing erection. He leans further into her inviting embrace and begins to rock his hips in a steady rhythm while he listens to her pleasured breaths and silent whines.

In turn Mikasa follows his movements, answering his thrusts with strong ones of her own making Eren groan with each drawn out roll of her hips. To quiet himself he bites just below her jaw and jerks his hips hard and fast forcing Mikasa to cry out in surprise at his change of pace. A furious blush makes its way over her face as she can definitely feel herself become wet and slowly begin to saturate her underwear. It doesn't really help that everything she's wearing is borrowed and that Annie will, no doubt insist she keep them. Something tells her she would know what they'd been up to before hand and it only makes her become faint with how hot her flushed skin is making her feel.

"Eren..." she whines as his thrusts become more insistent and rough. A whimper slips past her lips as she feels private muscles clench together in anticipation feeling a pleasant spike rush up from her core to her stomach. His tongue slips out to lick at her pulse, liking the way he can feel her swallow nervously as his teeth gently pull at her sensitive flesh. She squirms in his grip, her chest coming up to rub sensually against his bare skin and still he doesn't relent, continuing his thrusts urgently.

"Eren!" she gasps as a particularly hard thrust makes her shudder against him and her legs come up to wrap around his waist. Tears begin to sting her ducts as the pleasure becomes too much and yet, not nearly enough at the same time.

"Come on, Mikasa. You're almost there." he whispers, voice heavy with lust as she shivers at the sound of his low tone. A whimper answers him and he becomes even more determined to make her come with nothing more than dry thrusts.

Mikasa's eyes snap open in astonishment at his words, her blush feeling more permanant with each pump of blood her erratic heart delivers to her heated face. She can't even begin to voice her embarrassment, mostly because of his harsh movements, but also because of the pleasant anticipation his voice whispers. She can feel the slick fluid begin to pool in her panties, leaving an uncomfortable sensation to cool between her thighs and it does nothing but drive her insane. His persistent rut was beginning to agitate her as well, making her feel suffocated with so much cloth between them.

His erection feels almost painful with his damp pants constricting around him, but her warmth and pleasured cries make the minor discomfort worth it as he continues drawing her closer and closer to her peak.

Hands tug at his pants, fine nails pulling at the belt, but this does nothing but make the male above her smirk in lighthearted mirth.

"Shhh..." he placates, removing his hungry mouth away from her neck to trail lower onto her collarbone. One hand traces over to her shorts and begins to tug both it and her underwear down, fully intent on leaving her bare to his eyes. Mikasa doesn't complain only helping him, spreading her legs farther apart to try and nudge her clothes off.

Eren takes his time, allowing his fingers to caress exposed skin idly; taking pleasure in the way Mikasa moans and seeks more of his gentle ministrations. Enduring his torturous pace, she longs to feel those fingers touch elsewhere, a place much lower and burning with an unfathomable heat. With her shorts and undergarments finally out of the way, she tries to lead his hand to the apex of her thighs. He follows her wishes without a thought, but he does take notice in the way her small hands shake as they lead him to her most private area.

He leaves a few lovebites on her collarbone before he moves futher down and engulfs the tip of her left breast into his mouth, showing no mind to the top that still lies in between his mouth and her breast. She on the other hand, lets out a loud groan at the sensation of his tongue licking at her guarded breast. Aching to feel him, flesh on flesh, she abandons his hand to try and tear away her top. He lets her and as soon as the shirt is pulled over her head he latches back on her.

"Ohhh..." she moans, small pants escaping her as his tongue swirls around the areola.

Distracted and writhing with the pleasure he's giving her, she doesn't notice his hand nudge closer and closer to her heated lower region. Finding the slit of her crotch, he gives a timid stroke over the lips of her sex, thoroughly pleased to find her soaked with arousal. Smirking against her plump flesh, he gently pushes a single finger in to softly stroke that sensitive bundle of nerves hidden from sight.

"Ah!" she jerks against him, her hips rocking eagerly to his hand. Her voice raises in volume with each tender caress he gives her and her breaths come shorter with each lap of his tongue or pull of his teeth. Yet despite the attention he gives her, it isn't enough. Her inner walls clench over nothing as she still remains empty, yearning for him to make her whole and mend that small rift that had begun to form between them.

"Eren..." she whimpers, beckoning him to lift himself and look at her, all without ceasing his petting.

"Mikasa." he answers, eyes dark with lust but burning with an earnest passion, gentle and fiery and meant only for her.

"Please," she begs, hands trembling and tugging at his broad shoulders. Her stomach flips when he reaches down to kiss at tears she doesn't even notice falling. Has the intensity of his strokes really brought her to cry? She supposed so, her heart was beating so wildly in her chest as well as blossoming with pure love for the man that's tending to her. Her entire body is burning with blood pumping heatedly in her veins from the intense pleasures and anticipations this troublesome man has wrought upon her. It's all almost too much for her to bear.

"Are you in pain?" he asks quietly.

They've done this many times before, so she can't imagine being in any sort of pain with him now. She quickly shakes her head in the negative her hands still searching for a better hold on him. He's nice and cool and it's all just a pleasant contrast to her heated body. He picks up his speed, rocking his hips up against her throbbing entrance while rubbing tiny circles on her clit.

"Eren!" she squeaks, her body beginning to tremble as her pleasure reaches higher towards her climax. Her legs wrap tightly over his waist, bracing herself as she comes softly, her muscles tightening and her sentive areas becoming even more so. A whine escapes her as she tries to weakly move away from his hips and his playful fingers. "Eren... Ah! W-wait..." He pulls away his finger and his hips, but his mouth is still on her and quickly descending down to her fluttering stomach. She flinches from his light nips and licks, but his hands hold her still, holding tightly onto her hips.

Mikasa jumps when suddenly she feels his tongue lick softly at her oversensitive clit. "Wait, Eren! Nnnngh... Please!" She can feel her thighs tremble, over-stimulated with pleasure and it makes her feel self-conscious. Her knees shakily bend as she pulls in her legs and tries to scoot away from him, but Eren pays her attempted retreat no mind as he licks over the bud and laps at the juices of her orgasm.

A hot blush floods over her cheeks as he does so making her groan, so delirious with pleasure that she can't even think of a proper sentence. Without warning, the wet muscle shoots into her aching opening earning a low, almost pained moan from Mikasa who could only turn her head to the side; agitated. Her hands, small and trembling reach down for his head, her nails raking softly against his scalp. A satisfied moan is pulled from the man in response to her mindless action.

"Eren!"

His hands roam lightly over her thighs and trace back up, one grabbing her knee and forcing her more open while the other trails down to caress her fleshy rear. He hears her make an embarassed sound when his actions have made her feel overexposed and open to his eyes. Though the darkness is dominant, the small strikes of lightning periodically lighting the gloomy skies is just enough for him to get a glimpse of her. A sight that he can only truly call beautiful and stunning. Even though he can feel himself straining with whatever clothes remain on him, the sight of her so open and willing to accept him holds him back.

She deserved better in his mind. She deserved someone who wouldn't hurt her, but he knows her well. She won't let him try to talk her out of it, out of what they are. Her response would be simple, "I'd be dead." she'd say, not willing to voice other possibilities, because in her eyes it was no different than a living corpse; a shell of what once was of a small nine year old girl. So here he is, trying his best to satisfy her.

His wicked tongue probes further into her, writhing around and sending pleasant shivers to wrack through her. Little sounds come from her, becoming music to his ears as he continues. His thumb comes up to once again rub at her bundle of nerves and he knows with how hard she's scratching and pulling at his locks that she's close. Within no time she comes and he licks her clean as she trembles from the shock of another quick release. Quiet whimpers escape her with each gentle stroke of his tongue and soon her eyelids are having difficulty trying to remain open.

Her hand cups his cheek, a silent motion beckoning him to rise. He looks up, but doesn't leave his place between her legs. Her gentle insistence, however, pays off when she begins to rub her thumb over his cheek. He quickly rises, his eyes holding onto hers in the dark as they come together to share a slow kiss. Feeling her hands touching whatever bare skin they can find, Eren soon finds that she's fighting sleep. A smile curls over his lips at the thought and he begins to move so that he's lying beside her, strong arms pulling her closer until their chests are touching. Her warmth is a welcome relief to the cold as he hugs her tighter.

Breaking away from their kiss, he moves his hot mouth close to her ear as her head is tucked to his neck. "Sleep." he urges, rubbing soothing circles over her back, but Mikasa has other plans. Her mouth opens to suck at his skin and Eren has to fight a groan from ripping past his throat at the pleasant sensation.

Trying hard to resist her, he tries to distract himself by nibbling softly on her ear.

"Mikasa." he says, voice becoming firm and though it's a clear warning, the woman only feels heat coil at her core when he speaks. Her excitement escalates when his teeth bite harder onto her earlobe that she can't help but thrust her hips upward toward his ever-present erection. The motion has her beloved hissing and answering her with a vehement thrust of his own.

Small, warm hands slither down their pressed bodies until they find the tent poking adamantly through coarse clothes. Loosening the belt, one hand slips in and Mikasa is more than pleased when a violent jerk in her direction greets her welcoming palm.

"Dammit..." she hears him moan as her fingers wrap around the base, his skin quickly becoming warm. She's taking her time feeling him, enjoying the way he responds to her careful handling as she begins to stroke him up and down at an easy pace. Something that feels absolutely torturous to the poor deprived male. Her thighs clench together at how hard he's become and she doesn't want anything more than to just set him free and have him inside her.

When he feels her hand tighten around him, he stiffens and almost becomes a blubbering mess of incoherent growls and grunts when she suddenly begins to pump her hand over his entire clothed length. After a few jerks he swiftly grabs both her wrists and tears her away from him, earning a surprised gasp from the woman beside him. He's glazed over with lust, but still Eren tries to stop himself.

He only wanted to please her, not himself. After what he did to her, he had no right.

So carefully, but quickly he moves her to her back, one hand holding onto both her wrists and effectively trapping her beneath him. He doesn't say anything and Mikasa is too breathless to question him. With his other free hand, he lifts up her leg to hook over his waist, spreading her open and then, without any indication or warning he shoves two fingers inside her.

"AHHhhhhh! Eren!" She throws her head back as her walls constrict tight around his digits from the pleasure he's given her before. Her walls clench and pull at his moving fingers, curling and massaging the slick walls of her sex. The initial penatration of his index and middle was slightly uncomfotable, but the natural lubrication helps ease his digits inside and provide a rough rhythm to wreck havoc upon her.

His mouth is back on her breast, licking and sucking until she's a writhing mess of whimpers and whines. Her hips rise to try and meet each rapid thrusts of his fingers, but when his palm brushes against her clit she lets out a short cry and stills, enduring his touch as she feels herself rapidly coming closer to another orgasm.

She jerks her hips up a few times until she becomes tight and rigid. When he feels her walls tighten and attempt to milk his wriggling fingers, he feels a boost of pride bloom in his chest as he knows he's made her come once more. He lingers on her breasts, alternating between the left and right and enjoying the soft sounds coming from his beloved; hoping now she would be sated.

However, as he waits for her to calm down, his little problem has become too much for him to bear any longer. A low growl vibrates from his throat, traveling down and making her twitch under him. He fights with himself for a moment, mind torn between taking care of it or ignoring it completely. Sweat beads from his forehead despite being cold as he tries to pay no mind to his discomfort even as his hands twitch with the longing to pull away from her heat and rub himself with her essence.

He should've known though, that hardly anything gets by Mikasa's ever watchful gaze. Eren is strong but she is also strong, twisting herself she manages to wrench her wrists free of his rough hold. She moves carefully, first guiding his shocked face back to her own where she can give him a loving kiss. Her small tongue caresses his own as she trails one hand back down his hardened body, appreciating every dip and bulge of hard muscles clenching under her gentle touch.

This time, Eren doesn't fight her but reluctantly sighs in relief and excitement when her hand wraps back around his eager cock. She doesn't waste time and moves fast, pumping him hard and all Eren can do is grunt and jerk to her movements all while never moving away from her lips. It isn't until he's shaking that he has to part from her, his forehead resting on hers as short ragged pants leave him and urgent jerks force him to let out a long, wanting groan. Below him, he can't see the loving look Mikasa is giving him, but he can almost picture it, feel it in the way that she grazes her lips lightly over his skin; slow and tranquil.

A smile comes over her, relieved and satisfied when she feels him buck into her hand. She offers him a gentle squeeze, earning a nice loud snarl. His panting escalates until finally he stops, enjoying the last strokes of her soft hand before he ejaculates. A choked sound escapes him as he shudders and tries to pull away from her hold only to groan when she tightens her grip. His eyes stay screwed shut, feeling small spurts still leaving him as her fingers pull gently, making sure he relinquishes as much as he can; ultimately ruining more of his soaked pants and spilling his essence into her palm.

Eren can do nothing as he basks in the high her hand delivers him, stroking him softly and sending wonderful shudders to travel throughout his rigid body. Noticing how relaxed he's become from her performance, Mikasa quickly pushes him onto his back, her hand still holding him. He grunts at her movements, but doesn't even try to fight her as her mouth catches his in a heavy and rough kiss. Her lips mold perfectly against his as she pushes herself onto him, throwing one leg over his waist and seating herself firmly onto his stomach.

Her hand finally parts from his softening length to lay against his bare chest. The slick liquid smeared on him does nothing to deter them as Eren lets his hands roam about her body. Traveling to her back and stroking her skin, one hand holds onto her waist while the other trails further down to grope one soft mound of her rear. A gasp escapes between their kiss, a hot blush spreading all about Mikasa's face as she feels him squeeze and stroke her bottom.

Becoming increasingly hot with their skin rubbing close together and nothing more than to sate her aroused senses; Mikasa roughly rolls her hips against his stomach. He jumps at the action, surprised at how pleasurable her lithe body felt moving in that way on top of him. He fights the urge to tell her to do it again, but he soon finds he doesn't have to. She's moving slowly and he soon picks up what she's trying to do, he can feel it as his sex gradually grows hard from within his pants with each mischievous thrust of her tempting hips.

Mindlessly, he jerks his own forward wanting to feel her warm heat touch him. Pulling away from him, Mikasa looks down at the man she hopelessly loves, thoroughly enjoying his grunts and moans as she moves against him. Pausing from her ministrations, her hand quickly falls to his pants and begin to shake them down. Eren, now blinded with lust, is all too willing to help her as he kicks the offensive clothes off. Once she has him free, she returns to his face and moves down for another kiss. A soft sound of surprise squeaks past her, stopping her as one harsh thrust of his narrow hips makes the head of his throbbing member bump precariously against her rear. More heat rushes to her head as she shuffles herself lower to feel him poke at the lips of her sex.

A gentle hand at his waist is all it takes to make Eren pause in his rut. He's huffing breathlessly, his heart beating wildly in his chest that she could almost hear it as well as feel it through his skin. His intense eyes search for her and for a long lingering moment they only stare at each other. After a while it's Eren who moves first; cupping her cheek with his hand and coaxing her to lean into him. His kisses that pepper all over her face are soft and loving, but she also senses a bit urgency in them.

They're quick and lingering, but rushed in a way that begs of her forgiveness. That familiar loving warmth blossoms from the center of her chest at his actions, forcing a soft smile to spread across her beautiful face. She accepts each little peck until finally, she stops him with a slow chaste kiss of her own. When they part she immediately trails her lips over to his ear.

Her voice is soft and there's nothing but love and affection built up for him in that one sentence she speaks, "I love you, Eren."

She doesn't have to say anything more as Eren tightly wraps his strong arms over her slender shoulders and pull her flush against him in a loving embrace. His face nuzzles her neck and into the worn scarf that still lays warm and secure around her neck. The only article of clothing neither of the two have tried to remove.

"I love you." he whispers back and it's just enough for her, perfect in the way that he sounds; regretful that he had done something so painful, wounding her, but has come back to her. Worried for her and thinking only of her, Mikasa Ackerman. No one else could have mattered in those frightful minutes and hours he had spent searching for her in the torrential downpour he himself had suffered from.

She smiles wide and pulls away slightly to look at him. She gives him one more kiss before she trails her hands over his body, nails raking softly over him until they come to his chest. She props herself up slowly, his arms snaking down from her shoulders to hold onto her hips. Her blush remains ever present as she feels his intense stare follow her. Her loving gaze holds onto him, loving how her inner muscles clench in excited anticipation as she gently sinks down onto him.

A long moan is pulled from her small throat as she sinks lower and lower. Her juices hold no resistance to his penetration as he fills her up, the wonderful sensation has her moaning out his name, throwing her head back as she simply relishes in the feel of him going deeper. "Ohhhh, Eren..."

Fingers poke into her flesh as a long drawn out hiss escapes through tightly clenched teeth, his eyes screwed shut in pleasurable agony. Her warmth falls all around him, her slick fluids giving way for him as delicious walls pull him in. Drunk with her warmth he suddenly thrusts upwards, completely sheathing himself inside her. A surprised sound escapes the woman above him, but she quickly recovers, steadying herself on top of him.

Nails bite into his chest and he grunts in response, opening his eyes to see her silhouette bend until her head is near his chest. A sharp gasp escapes him when he feels her small tongue come out and lick at him.

Lazily her hips roll forward in a slow, torturously slow, rhythm. Having already come several times before, she's in no hurry to rush through this time. Instead, she enjoys herself, loving each frustrated reaction coming from him with each slow thrust. Nails are now biting into her as she continues, but she only hums out her pleasure at the pleasant sting. She goes on kissing and licking him, trailing upwards until her chest is pushed against him and her mouth is on his throat.

"Mikasa!" he growls out in warning, teeth bared as he faces her and moves his hands back to her bottom. The aggressive tone makes her heart skip a beat only heightening her pleasure as his hands squeeze her sensitive flesh accompanied with a harsh jerk of his hips grounding himself into her.

She rises instantly to let out a moan. He lets go of her, elbows pushing himself up only to be stopped when suddenly, she slams down on him, eliciting a loud groan. Again and again, she's bouncing on top of him, her hands propping her up and her hips taking him in and pulling away until only the head of his pulsing cock is inside her.

Tight, she's so tight around him. He's not sure he can hold out much longer with her swift and strong pace. He's thrusting up against her, his eyes watching her as she dances on top. He takes her in, her beautiful eyes are half-lidded and glazed. Her mouth is slightly open with small noises escaping moist and pink lips in the ecstasy of her lust. He's completely drowning in her, feeling himself draw closer and closer to release. Oh, but he wills himself to endure, wanting more than ever to feel her come. Hands come around to draw her in a close embrace, bringing her chest close to his mouth. It's a little hard for her to move in this position, but she isn't complaining when his mouth latches onto her.

"Eren..." she whimpers, her movements stuttering when she feels him lightly bite, suck and lick at a hardened nipple. His other hand is tending to her other breast, pulling and pinching her and the small whines and mewls escaping her pleases him to no end. He jerks upwards rapidly, trying to bring her closer.

Mikasa only lasts a few more thrusts, a few more licks and bites before her walls clamp down on him hard.

"Ah-ahhhhh!" she moans. Every muscle becomes tight with her release, pulling at him insistently that Eren can no longer hold back. A low snarl escapes him as his own hips try to drive himself as deep inside her as possible before he stills, feeling a hot stream leave him and shoot up inside her. Mikasa moans, body slowly becoming relaxed as she leans on him, following him as they both fall onto the mattress.

Eren's still panting, as he lays back with her in his arms. He can feel her still milking him even though he's completely spent. When at last he tries to pull out, he's stopped when Mikasa snuggles closer to him, her voice pleading.

Being incredibly sensitive, the movements she makes is a little uncomfortable as she tries to keep him in. "Mikasa?" he questions, voice low.

"Can we... stay like this for a while longer?" she asks, her hands shyly wrapping around him and her face burying into his neck. "Please?"

In no position to deny her of what she wishes, Eren relents, smiling softly. "Alright." he sighs, eyes heavy with drowsiness. She smiles against him once more before relaxing, flinching every once in a while when the other moves.

Before either can become engulfed in slumber, Eren leans his head down to whisper in her ear. "You know, I still have to take a shower. Would you care to join me?"

It's a miracle her eyes manage to open after just nearly coming close to the oblivion of sleep.

"Only if you wash my back."

He can't hold back the grin stretching wide over him. "Definitely."

A/N: Well, there it is. You're probably wondering what it was they got in a fight about, right? Well that's up for debate, if you think you know feel free to comment on it, otherwise it's ambiguous.

By the by, I don't know Annie's actual heritage/nationality whatever the hell you call it, I honestly just think she'd come from Russia or German or she's half like how I made Eren half. His father coming from German and his mother Russia, which of course is just me. So in all my stories, unless said otherwise, she's Russian. And I don't know why, but I always picture Armin as a rich kid in Modern AU's (unless, you know they state otherwise). Probably 'cause of his neat hair style. Yeah. Could be that. Let's stick with that. :)

Also, question: Are you guys at all bothered that I basically put both pairings together in each segment? Like as an established relationship in the background such as the one here? I think this is the only one I have doing this, but I don't know. Maybe you hate that kind of thing? Or it's annoying or, just distracting? :/ Any thoughts?