Mikasa leans into the kiss, the familiarity of it comforting - she knows how to do this. She recognises the taste of Jean's mouth, like she knows the taste of strawberries and cake, from their time here together. It's intimate, familiar, easing some of her tension with that sweet feeling of being 'home'.
She lets him have this control, be in charge, shift his body as he likes, putting her faith in him completely - if he wants to manhandle her a little, let him. It's probably the only time he'd get away with it. ]
imagine if they did
Mikasa leans into the kiss, the familiarity of it comforting - she knows how to do this. She recognises the taste of Jean's mouth, like she knows the taste of strawberries and cake, from their time here together. It's intimate, familiar, easing some of her tension with that sweet feeling of being 'home'.
She lets him have this control, be in charge, shift his body as he likes, putting her faith in him completely - if he wants to manhandle her a little, let him. It's probably the only time he'd get away with it. ]