This is the sequel to Sleepless. I didn't want to make it part of the same story so that the original could stay T. This one, however, is a solid M, and if you know me, you know why. Gah! I just love writing first timers, it's always so fun and cute. Anywho, enjoy!

Rated M for explicit sexual situations.

Summary: Mikasa and Eren's developing relationship in the Sleepless universe.

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It's been a couple weeks, maybe a bit less, since her teary confession. They've moved back to the castle they once lived in a month or so back. She thinks it seems unreal, how only a handful of days feels like forever. Maybe it's just because she's savoring her time with him, but each day feels like hours upon hours of unending bliss. Just finally knowing he loves her in return is so satisfying. She finds he often sends soft smiles her way during their drills, or in the mess hall. She sits closer to him now, gently touching and sometimes holding hands privately under the table.

She's been observing him, and she realizes she's never known how easy it is to make him blush. Especially in public. He gets so flustered when she lays a simple peck on his cheek. It greatly amuses her, as she initially thought she would be the one to get flustered like that. Now she does it just to see him bite his lip and look away with rosy skin and a slight, bashful smile. It suits him, and she finds it attractive, she even tells him she does.

He often half-heartedly scolds her for acting like that in public, but she sees his flattered smile and she knows he doesn't mean it. So she keeps doing it. Sometimes she even gives him a full-on kiss, not when anyone is around though. She does get flustered in that circumstance. Only because he tends to get frisky when she kisses him. She usually ends up pressed against a wall as he ravages her mouth.

Well, perhaps "ravages" isn't the right word. He's always gentle, but there's an underlying aggressiveness in his movements, as if he's holding himself back. She tells him every time they are alone at night that she thinks she's almost ready, and he always perks. Those beautiful green eyes sparkle in anticipation and she gives him warm smiles in return.

She always sleeps in his bed now. At least, after she's slept in her own for a couple hours, sneaking out during the witching hour to go snuggle beneath his covers and feel his arm around her waist. He never goes a night without planting soft kisses on her shoulder or neck, and a couple times they've gone a little farther than they should have in her opinion.

Like that one night she slipped beneath the covers and his hands wandered from her waist to that forbidden point between her thighs. She didn't reprimand him as she figured she should, she was rather curious as to how it might feel. Nonetheless, he didn't do much, he merely felt her through her loose clothes, exploring her as though his fingertips had eyes. She still found her chest heaving with each of her breaths, however, and her core pulsed with a dire heat and need she never knew existed. He stopped after a time, mumbling apologies and she shook her head, saying she enjoyed it, and she hoped they could go farther soon.

As of now it's getting harder for her to just slip beneath his covers and go to sleep. She finds her hands wandering curiously to him, and he is far less lenient than she was that night, a few days back. He halts her and says she should only try if she's truly ready. She usually gets frustrated, and he smiles in admiration of her flushed cheeks and pouty lip. He's right after all, she still has that strange feeling of foreboding when she thinks of it. So she obeys him and goes to sleep.

Tonight, however, two days later, she feels different. When she sits beside him she can't help but feel the atmosphere of their relationship is changing. She looks at him while her fingers absentmindedly pull at her bread, observing his body language. He looks no different, in fact, he looks completely casual, oblivious to whatever change she is feeling. And it makes her wonder how he can possibly be so calm? She feels nervous. Nervous and excited, her stomach seems to flip and her heart flutters erratically.

She rests her chin on her fist, elbow propped up on the table and stares at him. Her eyes are drawn to his jaw, neck, collarbone, chest...God, she loves that shirt! She can see his chiseled muscles just beneath the small "V" in the fabric. He never laces it up, and it's a tantalizing tease for her. Her gaze wanders down, remembering how she saw his pajamas hanging so, so low on his hips the other day. There's another "V" she admires, and the thought of it causes her stomach to flip for a whole new reason. It also brings a warm blush tingling into her cheeks.

She smiles and bites her lip, noticing his eyes again. He still seems oblivious to her intense scrutiny of his features. She nearly sighs like a love-struck schoolgirl as she admires those burning, glittering, teal orbs. She's certain that's her absolute favorite color by now, a color so rich and beautiful it can't seem to decide between blue or green, deciding to be both.

She knows they are the color of something vast, beautiful even, perhaps something she imagined in her head. She often compares them to the color of a lake in her mind, maybe she's thinking of the ocean? She's never seen it, of course, but if a lake can look so similar to his eyes, perhaps the ocean, which is rumored to be bigger, can be similar too? She smiles slightly at the thought, how coincidental that would be, if his eyes were the same color as that ocean he's so desperate to get outside the walls and see.

Those beautiful eyes turn in her direction, and she starts when she realizes he's looking at her. His lip quirks up and his face morphs into this smug, knowing expression that makes her blush. "What are you looking at?" he teases, "See something you like?" he nudges her gently and she giggles.

"Yes, actually..." her voice forms the words before she can really think about saying them, and both their eyes widen.

He turns to her and stares for a moment, she shrinks in her seat, hiding behind her soft, ebony hair. "Mikasa?" his mouth twists into a smile as he peers around her hair, "Were you ogling me?"

She gapes at him, her cheeks feel like they are on fire and she covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. "No..." she mumbles, rather unconvincingly.

"Awww!" he coos, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her cheek, despite the fact that they are in public. "And she's all embarrassed." he says to himself. "I'll admit, I ogle you too, so I don't blame you." he adds with a smirk.

She whacks his chest and grins, looking away when he tries to plant another kiss on her cheek. She notices their fellow recruits giving them strange glances, including Armin (though he looks more relieved than suspicious or curious). But, despite the fact that she's slightly shy over their relationship (not as shy as Eren, but still...), she finds she doesn't really mind. In fact, she kind of wants them to see her interactions with him. She wants people to know they are more than friends. So she doesn't hide away, she leans into Eren's shoulder and rests her head on it.

He looks at her in surprise, but he says nothing, going back to his food and behaving as if her actions are entirely normal. She smiles, glad for his acceptance of her display. She puts the remnants of her bread into her mouth and breathes deeply, her thoughts drift back to how strange she feels. It's as if the air is pulsing with Eren's presence, and she has this dire need to be close to him. She also feels a hunger, a loud, insistent hunger that begs her to let him touch her. In conclusion, she feels as though she's starving for him.

She wonders if this is a sign that she is ready, ready to take that one, huge step forward in their relationship. The thought of being his completely, body and soul, tonight even, doesn't have the same effect it has had for the past week or so. Usually the thought makes her feel uncomfortable, and she has this extreme anxiety that she can't explain. Her mind freezes up when she thinks of it. But now...now the thought makes her feel anxious in a whole new way. As if she cannot wait to take that step. As if she needs to take that step.

She taps his arm to get his attention, "Eren?"

He looks at her and studies her features. He can see she's thinking long, hard, and deeply about something important, he grows curious, and a little excited. Excited to discover what she's thinking about, whether it's good or bad. "Yes, Mikasa?"

She looks around the mess hall and frowns, "I..." she begins, biting her lip. She can't really think of a way to get him alone so she can talk to him about it. "I want to go on a walk." she says hesitantly, looking at him for his approval. "Come with me?"

He ponders the request, it's not as if she's never asked him on a walk before, but he feels something is different now. Something about that new, foreign spark in her obsidian irises when she looks at him, and the careful grip her teeth hold on her rosy, bottom lip. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he smiles when she shyly tucks some of her ebony locks behind her ear. "Alright." he says, he stands up and swings his leg over the bench.

She takes his offered hand and follows him out of the mess hall. Her fingers tingle when he touches her, it sends electrifying jolts of some unknown origin fluttering up her arm, and she quickly realizes she's addicted to the feeling. They go outside and simply walk, heading nowhere special, just ambling about. There's a small path in the nearby woods, so they follow it, not really knowing where it leads.

She tightens her grip on his arm when a spike of nerves hit her. She's suddenly nervous again, she doesn't know how to tell him she's ready, what if she uses the wrong words? But then again, words aren't always necessary to convey these things are they? Maybe if she kisses him just right, or just uses her body language, then she can convey her question to him? Let him know what she wants.

With that in mind, she looks at him out of the corner of her eye, and sees that he looks deep in thought. "What are you thinking about?" she asks.

"I was going to ask the same." he replies, stopping their slow gait to look at her.

She rubs her arm with the opposite hand and glances at her surroundings, "I kind of wanted to be alone...with you." she admits. Rather easily, even though she isn't usually so open. But, she figures, only good can come of it. After all, last time she was open with him she gained his love. Why should she expect anything less this time?

"Oh?" he prods.

"Mhmm." she hums, rocking on her heels. She looks up and sees that he's studying her, those gorgeous eyes piercing directly into her soul. She takes a sharp breath at the sight and forces herself not to look away. "Eren?" she asks, her voice is barely audible, and she more breathes than speaks. But he hears her, and she has his full attention.

"Yes, Mikasa?" she hesitates, her foot hovering an inch off the ground. She takes a breath to steel herself and steps closer. She gingerly lifts her arms around his waist, presses her face into his chest and sighs. She doesn't answer his question, but he remains silent and returns her strange hug wholeheartedly. "What is it?" he asks after a time. She looks up at him and blinks slowly, as if she's suddenly tired.

However, inside she's quivering, at least her heart is. Her hand reaches around his neck and pulls him down so she can kiss his cheek, then his forehead. He raises an eyebrow at how she lets her lips linger longer than they need to. Her face moves to hover just before his, her lips part and she exhales shakily, noses touching in her hesitance. He thinks she looks like an alluring, dark angel, her black hair shimmers in the dim moonlight, her eyes are shadowy, and her pupils are dilated. He feels like he is beginning to understand what she wants. But she won't say it, so he can't know for certain. He's about to ask if it's what she's after, but her lips are against his in that same instant.

She's desperate, hands clawing, digging for his skin beneath the loose, green shirt he always wears. Her momentum pushes him back, and he grunts into her mouth as his back hits a tree. She doesn't relent, she's digging deeper even, her soft mouth practically devours his in an uncharacteristic roughness that surprises him. His hands move from their instinctive spots on her hips to her neck and head, threading through her raven hair just the same as her fingers that tangle in his own brown locks.

They finally part to gasp for air and she watches with fascination as a small, silvery thread of saliva snaps from bridging between their lips. She inhales and exhales heavily, looking up at him through her thick lashes. He looks surprised, but also aroused, she has no doubt about that, his pupils are dark, large, and the shining green hue of his eyes is shadowed. "Eren?" she begins, her hand stealthily, and gingerly, makes its way downward.

"Yeah?" his voice is breathless and anxious, breaking slightly on the "y".

"I want..." she can't think of what to say! How does her vocabulary regress into such a tiny spectrum of words when she needs it the most? Her hand is almost at its destination, and she wonders at his reaction to what she's going to do. She very lightly fingers his waistband, unsure of how to proceed. But her courage is building, and she wants to move forward, whether her anxious brain approves it or not.

"Want what, Mikas-augh!" Eren lets out a strangled sound that seems to her like a mixture between a gasp and a cry of pain. Her hand is thrust into his pants now, and she's grasped the length of him gently. His head smacks into the tree when he throws it back and huffs heavily. She instantly feels a little worried to be honest, his reaction seems to be more like someone in pain rather than supposed bliss to her.

"Eren? Are you okay?" she releases her grip on his length and he grasps her shoulders to steady himself. She opens her mouth to ask again but this time he's attacking it with his own mouth. Before she can truly realize it, he's flipped their positions and her back is scraping roughly against the tree when he thrusts his hips into hers. It's her turn to throw her head back and moan, long and low, over the repeating spikes of pleasure at her core. His kisses move to her jaw when he can no longer reach her lips.

He moves like he's the desperate one now, and her leg hikes up to rest on his hip, granting him better access to her more forbidden regions. He pulls back from her jaw with a gasp and presses his face to her shoulder, his fit of abandon slowly comes to an end. She pants heavily and stills, waiting for him to move, or say something. She's curious as to what he's thinking right about now.

"Mikasa-" he starts, pulling back to look into her shadowy, black eyes. His own orbs of color shimmer with the inky blackness of desire, but he wants to ensure that she is okay. Okay with him going all the way with her tonight, because after her blatant actions, he can't fathom holding himself back. He knows it's the reason why he held her back a couple nights before. Granted, he has played around with her, but that wasn't the same. He has never touched himself before (he was honestly too angry most of the time to focus on his changing body), but now that she has, God, he doesn't think he'll ever get enough of that feeling. Though it nearly made him choke on his own breath out of surprise, he's honestly never expected it out of her.

"-are you...sure?" he asks, anxious for her answer. Last time she instigated this she wasn't ready, he hopes she truly is now. He knows it's a little selfish, but he reasons it's her fault for riling him up like that.

She doesn't hesitate to answer, her face softens and a small, assuring smile finds its way onto her lips. "Yes." she breathes, her hand caressing his chest through his shirt, "I've never been more sure. I ache for it..." she emphasizes, that leg is still hooked around his waist and she pulls him into her again using it. He stifles a grunt and chuckles when their noses touch, his hands move to her hips and he rests his forehead against hers.

She tilts her head when he moves her scarf, he plants one kiss there, just above her throbbing pulse point, and she gasps lightly. He's kissed her there before, but it didn't feel like this. The sensations are all so different now, everything is amplified and magnified until every place he touches feels like a fire on her skin. Warm, luscious, burning fire that spreads and fuels both her soul and her desire. "I'm not-" he plants another kiss, "-taking you-" another, closer to her jaw now, "-against a tree, on a hill, in the middle of the forest." he plants a final kiss at that on her lips, and he doesn't give her time to kiss him back, he simply pulls back and waits for her to say something.

She blushes heavily, her cheeks flooding with the rosy color that spreads across her face and even down to her neck. "Okay..." she murmurs with a slight giggle, her leg unhitches from his waist and she pushes off from the tree, forcing him to walk backwards. She opens her hand, and stands there with her head in a cat-like tilt. "Well?" she prods with a smile.

At that he takes her hand and leads her purposefully back the way they came. Her head suddenly feels light and her heart pumps with adrenaline. 'Oh my God, we are doing it...we are going to do it...' she says in her head, on the outside, his determination is evident on his features, his brow is furrowed lightly and his eyes burn in that one way only they can burn. 'Going into his room, he's going to take off his clothes, I'm going to take off mine...oh God! Why am I scared now? I was fine a second ago!' she silently panics in her head, and she nearly trips over the threshold of the kitchen door. When did they arrive at the castle? She wasn't paying attention.

She offers up a random prayer to whatever deity is up there in the sky and asks that he calm her racing thoughts. It kind of helps. She breathes deeply as they grow nearer to their destination, and she feels her trembling limbs begin to still. 'Thank you God!' she prays one last time, despite not being sure if some all-powerful being intervened, or she calmed herself down just by thinking a god might.

Suddenly they are in his room, and they are just standing, unsure of exactly what to do next. She feels his fingers flex around hers and she chances looking at him. She follows his contemplative gaze to the bed in the corner of the room, and she feels her cheeks burning again. He shuffles his feet and looks at her, she can feel his gaze burning into her skull and it makes her tremble again. He releases her hand and moves to shut the door, she hears the click of the lock and her body gives another irrepressible shudder.

His hands are on her shoulders now, sliding down to gently grasp her arms and bring them to her chest while he hugs her from behind. She exhales shakily when his lips begin to caress her upper neck, and she cranes her head to the side to give him further access. He's going so slowly, so patiently, and it warms her heart, she doesn't really even feel like it's such a big step anymore. He progresses gradually, inching her towards the bed, and before she knows it she is turning to sit on the edge beside him.

Their foreheads are resting against each other again, and he gives her a hesitant smile. She realizes he's nervous too, she doesn't know why she didn't expect him to be. After all, he's never done this before either. One of his hands runs down her arm and gives her chills that make her giggle. His smile widens at that and he presses a kiss to her nose. She scrunches it and finally gives him a smile back, her fingers move to his shirt and grasp the fabric tightly, as if it's a lifeline.

His fingers move likewise to her shirt, but rather than grasp at the white material, he fishes under her scarf for the first button. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels him undo it, feels her shirt begin to loosen. Her grasp on him tightens and she blushes again when he reaches the third or fourth button. He's not looking at her slowly revealing skin, he's gazing directly into her eyes while he works.

She trembles again when he undoes the final button on her shirt, and he helps her shrug it off her shoulders. Only now does he look down to appraise what he can see so far, his gaze is appreciative, a finger traces her side and she giggles at the ticklish sensation. The scarf goes next, and she reaches longingly for the maroon cloth as it is draped over the headboard. Now that her torso is almost completely bare, he motions for her to scoot up onto the bed.

She complies and shuffles back until she's sitting lengthwise in the middle of the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and moves to join her, evening the playing field. She feels a small smile tug at her lips from the sight. Damn! She has a lot to thank the 3DMG for, like that chiseled chest, sculpted arms, and his very...very well-toned abs. His Titan form even comes to mind at the sight. Seriously, one could cut themselves on them. 'Okay that's exaggerating.' she tells her mind. He catches her admiring and he grins bashfully, looking to the side.

He hasn't missed that she is very well built too. In fact, her abs would put his to shame. He's felt them before, while she was laying beside him those past nights. He'd run his hand over her stomach and feel the soft ridges of those muscles, curious to know what she looked like under that loose shirt she always wore to bed. Now he knows, and he sure appreciates the sight. She's like a war goddess or something, like those old, mythological beings Armin told him about.

She pulls her shoes off, he's already done that so he waits. Then her thumbs hook under her bra, and she bites her lip as she lifts it. He's never seen a woman's chest before, at least, not since he was a toddler. He has a vague, very vague memory of his mother in the bath, but never a clear picture. And besides, he was a toddler, so the sight meant nothing to him, it didn't register very well in his memory.

Her soft mounds are well in sight before she's finished pulling the tight clothing over her head, and he goes entirely still, taking it in. She doesn't bother to care where she tosses the underclothing, she just lets it fly from her hands and brings her arms down under her breasts self-consciously. He honestly doesn't expect to feel like the sight is attractive, she glances up at him through her lashes and he's atop her in the next instant.

She gasps as his lips capture hers and push her back, her shoulders touch the mattress and her body bounces just slightly against the soft surface. He's already moved from her mouth and to her jaw, neck, collarbone, hands gripping her hips tightly as he suckles there. She moans lightly and buries her hands in his hair, just holding onto him while he acts. He's left a bright red mark on the defined ridge of her collarbone, and he stops afterwards, looking up at her.

She has this gorgeous expression on her face, eyes fluttering while closed, her lips parted in a soft gape and her cheeks blooming with a rosy color. The sight of it spikes his arousal and he kisses her chin, making her open her eyes and look at him. She smiles, accepting his next slow, passionate kiss. She hums into his mouth and inhales sharply as his hand moves to touch her breast. He cups the soft flesh in his hand and breaks the kiss to peer down at his actions. She breathes heavily, and it makes her chest rise and fall enticingly.

His next move she doesn't anticipate, and he doesn't blame her, he thinks it's kind of silly, but he wants to caress her breast with his mouth and tongue. It just feels like he's meant to. So he moves to entrap the perked bud of her right breast within his warm mouth, and the sound she makes before she throws her head back is more than worth it. "Eren..." she gasps his name and he can't hold back his own aroused gasp when he hears it.

She's never said his name like that before, he never thought it could sound like that. He wants to make her say it again, and again, and again. He also wants to get rid of his pants, they are growing tighter by the minute and he can't stand it. She looks down and watches as he sits up to loosen the ties on them. She bites her lip with an appreciative smile. There's that "V" she loves so much, and the shape of his hips, oh God he's stripping.

She feels her lower regions pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat, and she would be lying if she said she didn't feel a little damp down there too. He doesn't seem to care at all that he's completely bare now, tugging his last clothing from his feet and tossing them aside. She blinks and observes him, that brief feel she got of it earlier certainly wasn't enough to prepare her for the sight of his length. She catches herself staring, however, and stops herself. After all, she doesn't want to make him feel self-conscious. She doesn't dislike the sight though, strange as it may be for her virgin eyes, she rather admires it in fact.

His hands are on her loose pants, she realizes, and he's pulling them off in the next instant. Her breath hitches again when he removes her last article of clothing, finally baring her to his appreciative gaze. She presses her thighs together instinctively and he smiles as he reaches to spread them again. His finger runs dangerously close to her lower lips, a light tease to her already impatient libido.

He goes still, his breath heavy as he sits on his knees between her legs and bites his lip, the next step is a little frightening. She feels it too, the nervous flutter of her heart and the weight of anxiety in her stomach. He meets her eyes and smiles, chuckling nervously, she returns the smile and wraps her arms around her chest. "Scared?" she asks.

He looks to the side, blushing just slightly, "A little. Aren't you?" he asks worriedly, as if he fears she might be feeling braver than him at the moment.

"Terrified." she says with a genuine grin, her eyes crinkling in amusement when his eyes widen.

"Okay..." he murmurs, his hands go to her hips and he leans down to press a kiss to one. Now, he knows he can't just start right away, he wants her to be satisfied with her first time. And from what he's heard from the boys in the barracks, most girls aren't. He didn't intentionally learn that fact, he simply overheard it in whispers when the other teens in his barrack talked about their experiences.

His lips move to the soft apex of her inner thigh, taking in the foreign nuances of her appearance. There are a few light, thin stretch marks there, just above her compelling womanhood. He finds them to be very cute, endearing even, and he kisses them lightly. He hopes it reassures her that he doesn't care if her skin isn't flawless.

It does, she is always frowning over those little marks when she studies herself in the mirror. Seeing him appreciate them like that makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. He hesitates only briefly before his mouth is on her, and she cries out in both surprise and pleasure. "Ahh..E-Eren..." she breathes, her hands grip the pillow her head rests on tightly, flexing each time he moves his tongue. Although it's strange, having his mouth down there, she can't bring herself to say no, not when it feels like this.

He continues like that for some time, exploring her thoroughly and excessively. By the time she's halfway to a climax she's writhing on the bed, overwhelmed with this sensation that she's never felt before. One hand reaches down to thread through his hair and pull him closer. Her fingers flex continuously in his locks as she gasps and moans his name.

His jaw is starting to become sore, but he doesn't stop, he just adds fingers, which makes her hips buck up into his touch and elicits a quiet "Oh God..." from her. She tightens her grip on his hair and gives a strangled sound when one of his fingers manages to slide into her. He frowns at the sensation, it's a rather tight fit, and he can't help but wonder how on earth he's going to fit. He supposes that's why they say it's painful her first time.

On her end, the already almost unbearably intense sensations pooling in her abdomen amplify at the addition of his finger thrusting lightly into her. She feels like a rubber band, honestly, like her insides are being pulled until they have stretched too far, and she cries out when she finally snaps. There's an explosion of white behind her eyelids as her body stiffens, her back arches against the mattress, and insane waves of pleasure emanate from her core.

He's over her now, she doesn't need to open her eyes to know, his hand is on her mouth, letting her know just a little too late that she should try to be quiet. After all, they only left the lunch hall little-over twenty minutes ago, everyone is still awake, and some could be roaming the halls even. Worse case scenario, a Squad Leader could pass by the door while she's mewling and crying out in pleasure.

"Hey?" he prods, gently stroking her shoulder until she opens her eyes. She looks at him and hums, her chest heaving from his recent ministrations. "You okay?" he asks.

"Yes." she nods, and a smile breaks onto her face. She notices his face is "dirty", and she hides hers behind her hands in embarrassment. "Why did you do that? Didn't you think it was gross? Your face all in my...eww!" she giggles, peeking out between her fingers briefly, only to press them back together at the sight of his twinkling eyes.

He laughs and wipes at his mouth (for the third time he thinks), "I dunno, not really...I heard girls like it." he shrugs.

"Well yeah..." she admits with a small smile, then furrows her brows, "Where did you hear that?" she suddenly asks, a raised eyebrow shows her (mostly playful) suspicion.

"Somewhere." he teases, and she swats at his arm. "Some of the boys, you overhear things." he explains, laying atop her, his arms crossed over her stomach and his chin perched atop his hands.

She nods, she's surely had her fair share of (somewhat) unwanted information poured into her ears by her fellow trainees. "I see." she murmurs, her finger plays with his lip absentmindedly, and she smiles softly when he kisses it. Gosh, she feels like all she has done lately is smile over and over again. "Anything else you 'overheard' that you want to show me?" she challenges with a smirk.

He scoffs, "No..." he whispers, moving to hover over her. She shrinks back into the pillow at the sight of that playful, predatory gaze of his. She feels her cheeks grow warm again, why won't he stop making her blush? He plants his arms on either side of her and shuffles his hips, using his knees to part her thighs. She looks down with a gulp, that nervous weight in her stomach again. "Do you still want me to?" he asks when he sees her eyes flash anxiously.

She looks back into his own eyes and nods, she reaches her hand around his nape and pulls him in for a tender, gentle kiss. He shifts to one side while he reaches down to ensure he's lined up properly, and then his arm is back and he's pushing. The kiss breaks when her jaw tenses and her teeth grit together at the sharp sting of her core opening up to accept him. Her eyes screw shut and she inhales sharply. It's all done in an instant, as he doesn't stop, and he goes all the way. Swiftly, yet gently. But the initial, stinging pulse of pain lingers for a minute or so afterwards.

His face is buried into her shoulder and he pants heavily, as if it's just as overwhelming for him as it is for her. In honesty it is. He was not expecting anything like this, granted, he knows from what he heard that it is a great experience, but still, he isn't really prepared. He does feel kind of guilty for enjoying it so much when he sees her pinched expression and shimmering eyes, though. "Y-you okay?" he stammers, his arms shaking slightly from holding himself up.

She nods, her eyes drift closed again, "Stay still...just for a minute." she instructs. He obeys without question, she sighs as she relaxes her muscles and allows herself to adjust to his girth. She breathes deeply and opens her eyes, she looks up at him with a smile and he knows she's ready. He moves a little and she gasps, her legs wrap around his waist and he feels her calves flex with his movements as he thrusts lightly. She arches up against him and moans, her fingernails dig into his shoulders, and he grunts at the slight sting of her scratching. It's a fair trade, he rationalizes, it looked rather painful for him to enter her, after all.

He continuously moves, huffing loudly against her shoulder, and she moans into his ear, growing slightly louder with each thrust. He knows he isn't going to last long, this being his first time, so he doesn't bother holding back. He can perfect his stamina and technique later, for now they can be sloppy and quick. He feels like a rubber band too. White-hot pleasure pools in his abdomen, it makes him go faster. She gasps at his movements and her head is thrown back again. He lets out a loud moan of his own once he snaps, he can't really help it, it's his first climax ever. It's like water rushing through his body in waves, and he shudders as they wash over him. His arms give way sometime during his orgasmic experience.

He thinks he sees stars after his eyes open again, but one blink wipes them all away. He moves to look at her face, to see how she is feeling, and she opens her own eyes. A smile quickly spreads over her features and she laughs. He chuckles, although he doesn't know why they are laughing, and pecks her lips lightly. Their bodies are slathered in sweat and he has the distant thought that maybe they can take a bath tomorrow...together. He realizes he somewhat crushed her beneath him when he collapsed, so he apologizes for it. "Also, I was too fast." he purses his lips in disappointment at that and she shakes her head.

"It's fine, it's only the first time after all." she assures, and he's glad she understands that.

"Man..." he sighs, he pulls out gingerly and rolls to her side. She shuffles to make room for him and he closes his eyes, feeling her lay her chin atop his chest. "That was...different, in a good way." he says, his hand moves to thread through her hair and she nods. Her fingers trace the outlines of his muscles and he hums a light chuckle when she reaches his abs. "That tickles." he murmurs.

"Sorry." she smiles against his pectoral and kisses his skin. At that he opens his eyes and looks at her, studying her satisfied expression.

'Good. That's very good.', he thinks to himself, after all, that's exactly what he started out this night wanting for her. He wants her to be satisfied, and that smile says he succeeded. His arm pulls her torso closer, and she shuffles to throw her leg over his. "How do you feel?" he asks.

She snuggles closer and inhales his scent, "Happy." she breathes, and he smiles, it's very good indeed.

"We should get some clothes on." he says absentmindedly.

"Mmhmm.." she hums, but she makes no move to do so. He scoffs in amusement and sits up, disturbing her as he shifts over her, pecks her nose, and shimmies off the bed. "Hey!" she exclaims, she sits up and covers her chest with her arms as she watches him pull those loose pants he was wearing earlier back on. They were clean after all.

He opens his dresser drawer and pulls out one of his shirts, he sits back on the bed and gestures for her to put her arms through the sleeves, she obliges with a scoff of her own. He tugs the shirt down over her and retrieves her underwear from the floor, handing it to her. It wasn't really dirty either, as she had a bath before dinner. So she shrugs and puts them back on, it's a good idea after all, she doesn't want to get any of their mixed fluids on the sheets.

At that he shuffles back onto the bed and pulls the blanket over their bodies. She appreciates that he didn't bother with his shirt, and she cuddles shamelessly into his chest with a sigh. "I wonder where everyone thinks we are.." he says suddenly.

"Try not to think about it." she murmurs, "Just go to sleep."

"You don't think they'll come looking, right?" he asks with pursed lips.

"Who gives a damn?" she shrugs.

"Pfft!" he kisses her forehead, but he doesn't argue. "I guess. Goodnight, Mikasa."

She smiles, "I love you." she whispers, the words feel different now, like sweet honey on her tongue, or something of the like. She feels his arms tighten around her, and she knows he's too tired to respond. She barely says those words herself before she's drifting off to sleep.

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A.N.

Oh man that took a while, I had the first initial draft for this one written but I ended up not liking it so I scrapped it and rewrote it. Would've been out earlier if the editing didn't take so damn long.

Anywho, I'm thinking this story may have more to it, so stay tuned for a possible update ;)