Even though I have three other stories to work on, I really wanted to write some EreMika smut before bed. Though I'm not sure if this story really counts as it ^^;

But but please enjoy and SnK does not belong to me!

The air around them is smothering. Comforting. And through the corner of her eye, Mikasa can faintly make out the flight patterns of a butterfly.

Her attention is only stolen for a second, because Eren moves in her again. Her back arches as she bites her upper lip. Her body can't shivering, can't stop feeling.

The sensation makes the hairs on her neck stand, and moves all the way down to curl her toes. Again he pushes into her and she feels her mind numbing. The bed beneath them is too firm, the night too brisk, but it's them, him and her.

Moving, breathing, alive.

And to her, that's more than perfect.

Looming over her, his shoulders seem broader and his face more mature. His strong green eyes are hazy with desire, and even with how heavy they are, Mikasa can't find herself looking away. He presses his lips against the curve of her neck and she sighs into the air.

His mouth leaves her neck and melds against hers and their tongues and teeth meet in an unhurried haste. She pulls back with a pop and presses her palms against his chest. He's still moving in her, when she pushes him onto his backwards onto the bed.

He looks surprised, and then looks annoyed. But when she smirks down at him, repositions herself, and lowers onto him, he grins and pushes up to meet her. His hands roam her thighs, clench her waist, feel her chest and she leans down so that they can lace through her dark hair.

He notices she's getting close when his name falls from her lips repeatedly. He pushes her back, in an attempt to regain the upper position, but she doesn't relent, and they meet halfway. Their eyes lock, chests pressed, and backs upright and proud.

A moment later, a mutual co-dominance is agreed between them and they both begin to move again. Soon their stomachs tighten and they feel their peaks nearing. Reaching forward, she bites his shoulder and he licks hers.

He kisses her mouth and she kisses his.

After their high, they both collapse, gasping on that firm bed. The air is musky and now too hot, and Eren's grip around her is quite tight. But Mikasa doesn't complain. Tomorrow for them is an unknown tale, frightening and unpromising.

But right now they both can move. Both can breathe. Both can live.

And that's all that matters to her.

Soon, he's deep asleep, looking so much younger than the mature, broad shouldered man that he was moments ago. She strokes his hand as she's lulled into her own rest, and out of the corner of her eye she makes out a butterfly.

Wings flying with a sort of freedom that she wishes she had.