[ Mikasa's fingers can move to take his shirt off without hesitation - this she's seen before. She's seen the sculpt of him, the way that he had transformed himself from a well taken care of young man to someone strong, fierce, intense, but...
Her fingers splay out absently as she shakes her head, breathing out. ]
I would've admitted it months ago if you had asked.
[ Lifting her arm, she helps him to take her shirt off, cheeks red. He'd seen this before, too, right? He's touched her, bitten her... She wants it again. ]
no subject
Her fingers splay out absently as she shakes her head, breathing out. ]
I would've admitted it months ago if you had asked.
[ Lifting her arm, she helps him to take her shirt off, cheeks red. He'd seen this before, too, right? He's touched her, bitten her... She wants it again. ]
I like all of you.