[ Mikasa doesn't want to dwell on what she thinks she was made to be, how she was formed and shaped as an Ackerman - that's not who she is here. She doesn't have to be Mikasa, the Ackerman, the warrior, the fighter, the soldier. She just has to be herself, the young girl she had been at heart for so long, desperate to wrap her arms around the people she loves and never let them go.
Sinking down into the bed, she breathes out softly, watching Jean with a shake of her head and a small, fond smile. ]
You make me feel that way, Jean.
[ It's not a lie. Him and Eren - when they're at their happiest - make her feel special, and cherished, and loved.
Things she had never dared to imagine that she might get.
The hands touching her breasts make her shift, pressing her chest up, forward, and she breathes out a sharp noise before her fingers lift to touch his cheeks gently, to lick her lips. ]
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Sinking down into the bed, she breathes out softly, watching Jean with a shake of her head and a small, fond smile. ]
You make me feel that way, Jean.
[ It's not a lie. Him and Eren - when they're at their happiest - make her feel special, and cherished, and loved.
Things she had never dared to imagine that she might get.
The hands touching her breasts make her shift, pressing her chest up, forward, and she breathes out a sharp noise before her fingers lift to touch his cheeks gently, to lick her lips. ]
Ah, Jean...