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Her fingers weaved through the soft red fabric of her scarf with gingerness, her coal eyes staring bitterly out the window and into the crowded streets. She looked down at the people below, wondering how they could so easily go on with their lives knowing the horrors of their people. It was louder here than it was back at home behind the walls, here there were machines that could move people like horses did, and crowds similar to that of ration lines all over the sidewalks. She was waiting for nightfall, when the roads would calm and the darkness could hide her.
Mikasa was going to do the one thing she was told not to, which was to not let her emotions get in the way of this operation. She was going to sneak into the zone, to see Eren. Was it a horrible, dangerous, and reckless idea? Absolutely. But it’s been months since she's seen his face, heard his voice, felt his lips. When they arrived in Marley just earlier that day, she knew what she had to do. She had her full disguise ready, she would sneak around the guards and break into the zone then change into Eldian attire before anybody noticed she was gone.
As soon as dusk broke and the scouts settled for the night, she vanished into the dark. She weaved through alleyways and through the cloaks of shadows beside the streetlights. Luckily for her, most of the guards were drunk and it was easy to slip through the cracks in the gate unnoticed. She ducked behind a rotting building, putting on her ratty clothes and white arm band. It was past curfew for them, so if she was caught outside it could mean serious trouble, meaning she had to get to the hospital and fast.
By the time she reached the hospital's corridors she was out of breath, heaving in a corner of the dark decrepit halls. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t think of how she would find Eren within the hospital. Of course she didn’t warn him beforehand she was coming, as he would make sure she couldn’t. She knew of the incredible danger she was in, but none of that mattered. She just had to see him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a large hand covering her mouth and pulling her into one of the quarters, immediately her arms shot up to grab the attacker but was stopped short when she heard his voice.
“What are you doing here?” He seethed, his voice low and quiet so as not to alert any guards. He uncovered her mouth, putting his hand gently on her shoulders and the other on the wall behind them for balance. She turned around in his arms, her eyes meeting green pools of warmth in Eren’s stare.
“I came to be with you.” Mikasa raised a hand to his cheek, rubbing her thumb softly over his newly grown stubble. He looked so different from the man she first saw. Her hand went idly across his face, into his hair, tracing her fingers deftly through his long brown locks.
“You- you shouldn’t be here. You could have gotten hurt, or worse- if you had been caught, saints I never would have forgiven myself knowing it was me you came here for.” His brows were furrowed as he shook his head, his angry tone contradicting the way he leaned into her touch.
“But I didn’t get caught. Besides, surely you don’t think some drunken zone guards could have bested me, do you?” She teased, gazing up at him. Bandages covered one of his eyes, and he only had the use of one leg. Knowing the pain he caused himself caused her to tense, every part of her mind and body screaming at her for not being able to protect him.
He scoffed, a light chuckle escaping him.
“You shouldn’t sacrifice your safety just to see me.” He lifted his hand from her shoulder, rubbing the scar across her cheek with his thumb.
“Are you saying you don’t want me here?” She smirked up at him, bringing her arms to wrap around his broad shoulders.
“...I wouldn’t say that.” His gaze fell to her lips, as he slowly leaned down to capture them with his own.
She returned his kiss with vigor, tightening her hold on him and pressing herself to his chest. He groaned into her lips, his arm locking around her neck to pull her as close as possible. It had been months since they held each other like this, and the feeling of her soft lips against his chapped ones was close to that of pure euphoria.
He was the first one to pull away, breathless with swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
“Theres- theres a bed in here, over there. Get on.” He looked between her eyes at her pale skin, red with emotion. He looked for a sign of hesitation in her, but found none. Instead, she cracked a smile, slipping from his arms to the small twin sized bed that groaned lightly from her weight. She laid there, watching with nothing but adoration in his eyes as he hobbled over, stumbling on top of her and returning to her lips.
Her arms locked around his shoulders, dragging his coat off his body. He broke away, leaning up on his haunches to shrug off his coat and shirt. He tossed them somewhere in the room, grabbing onto her waist and burying his face into her neck, sucking and kissing wherever he could reach. Her fingers deftly explored the planes of his chest, running over scars and the ruts of his abdominals, softly whimpering with the way he hit her pulse point just right.
His fingers started moving up, unbuttoning her shirt with ease and pulling it down her shoulders, flinging it in the same direction as his clothes. She panted in his arms, grabbing his face and pulling him back up to her lips. He followed without complaint, claiming her mouth with his own as their heavy pants filled the room.
She was the one to push him away this time, out of breath and heaving.
“Wait we,- we don’t have the time- and your leg-” He cut her off with another quick kiss, flipping them over so she was on top of him
“Then we’ll make it quick,” He leaned back down to kiss her neck “Unless you don’t want to-?” She shook her head wildly.
“No- God no of course I want to!” She sputtered out. He inhaled her scent, missing it after being apart for so long.
“Then what are we waiting for?” He smirked, kissing her jaw and trailing his hands down towards her skirt while she fumbled with his pant buttons. She sat up off of him for just a short moment to pull the rest of her clothes off, while he lifted his hips and pulled his pants off.
Mikasa took a moment to stare at her lover, her eyes full of fondness and love for him, and looking into his eyes she saw the exact same emotions reflected in his.
“I love you.” She muttered, crawling back over to him and straddling his lap.
“I love you, too.” He lifted his hand to her cheek, holding her face while she leaned into him.
He was hard between them, his tipleaking precum. Gently, she took him in her hand and guided him to her entrance, slowly sinking down onto him. A soft moan escaped her lips while he hissed out. The stretch she felt was perfect, there was no pain, only the soft pleasure of passion between them.
Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, she leaned down, kissing him once again. He groaned into the kiss, one hand going down to cup her ass and the other tangling in her short raven hair. Her chest pressed against his own, their heated skin connecting in nothing but bliss. They stayed a while simply holding each other, connected in such a passionate way, before she slowly started riding on him.
Her hips moved up and down, back and forth, all while tangling their mutual moans in each other's lips. It wasn’t long before they both came around each other, after so long without the other it was easy to become overwhelmed with the pleasure of being in each other's arms.
She laid on his sweating chest, panting heavily and thoroughly spent. Eren wasn’t fairing much better, but he simply rested his hands in her hair and shut his eyes.
“...I have to go back soon, before they notice I’m missing.” She whispered against his golden skin. He held onto her tighter.
“Who says either of us have to go back? Who says we can’t just run away together now?” He stared at the ratty old ceiling.
“We can’t leave our team behind… not after everything we’ve been through together.” She sighed into him, her mind drifting between reality and consciousness just enough to have the smallest bit of sense.
He hummed, tightening his arms around her and burying his face into her hair.
“That wouldn’t matter… we would have each other.” He turned them over, slipping out of her with a grunt and looking into her eyes. “I want to spend the last few years of my life with you, Mikasa. With or without them. Please.”
A tear rolled down her face, as she shakily grabbed his cheeks and kissed him with all the passion she held in her heart.
“Alright. I think I can do that.” She smiled up at him through watery eyes, Eren not fairing much better.
“Then let's go. We have four years ahead of us, my love. And I refuse to waste a single second of it.”