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Good.

[ There's a part of him that wants to say good girl; there's the part of him that's afraid to come off as patronizing and so he holds that back for now. Instead, he keeps kissing her, distracting her with something she knows how to do. He lets his tongue trace against her bottom lip, encouragingly.

He could just push her down to the bed - instead he lets his hands slide down against her sides until they curl against her thighs, trying to life her up so he can hold her. ]

[ No no, call her a good girl -

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. ]

[ There is a thrill in the fact that she lets him get away with manhandling her a little. He knows she could have him on his back before he even realized it, if she wanted to. This tenderness, though - not even because of what they're doing now, but because she trusts him, means more than anything.

Maybe he wants to show off a little, too. Peacocking is not an incorrect assessment of some of the things Jean does, though he's not nearly as insufferable about it as when he was younger.

For now, though, he holds her until he moves closer to the bed. He doesn't choose to lay her back across it - instead he keeps holding her, so that when he sits down, she's straddling his lap, like she had in the hot springs. Shyly, he admits: ]

When I've thought about this before - I always pictured you above me.

[ Oh, he's pictured many things, but Mikasa taking what she wants is a favorite. Even as he says that, though, his hands are sliding under the hem of his shirt that she's wearing. ]

[ Mikasa is a girl born of blood and violence. One of her earliest memories is that evening with Eren, when the two of them had killed the people trying to sell her, when her instincts had awoken. She had been remade then, no longer the quiet, shy girl - a touch darker, a little angrier, ready for war. Then she’d become a scout.

Any dreams of womanhood or being a wife and mother had been stolen from her by the war she’d been a part of, and she’d never spent too much time theorising what it would be like to give herself to someone. The whispers in the garrison had made it sound rough, violent, like fighting, but this… This was the opposite of that. Of course Jean would give her the sweetness that her life had been missing; it suited what they shared with one another.

The softness of love, the tenderness of sharing that with one another, with body language rather than spoken word.

Settling down on Jean’s lap, she tilts her head a little. Her hair is growing longer now and it shows, curling around her face as she smiles. ]

Maybe I will be when I get used to it. I’d like to watch your face like I did before.

[ She doesn’t reach to stop his exploring hands, only letting her own start to try to undress him too. ]

[ Conversely, Jean is a boy who was born privileged and protected; he didn't see the kind of death she had until much later. He held onto the dream of himself as a father and provider for longer than he likes to admit. He let it go years ago, but Floch had tried bringing it back up. For one cowardly moment, he thought about it.

He had to let it go again.

This moment, though, is so much better for being real. It's not an imagined scenario or something with someone he doesn't care for too much. It's her, and it's a little awkward as they navigate each other, and that's what makes it beautiful.

He doesn't stop her from working on his shirt; he's dressed simply, not even an undershirt on despite it being cooler. He's hardly the skinny boy he was in training; his shoulders have broadened, the muscles bearing his weight on ODM gear only getting denser. He's still no comparison to people like her or Annie, but that's hardly what he's going for. ]

Hey, you admitted you like my face.

[ His words are, very clearly, teasing, and he laughs himself into another kiss against her lips as his hands lift the hem of her shirt. He's a little bold, moving to push it over her chest, wanting to see if she's really gone braless. ]

[ 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. ]

I like all of you.

[ He's seen it before indifferently, at home; he's seen her at the springs, but now he gets to really look and appreciate, letting out a soft breath. She's beautiful and it doesn't stop amazing him, that she trusts him enough to show him. To be vulnerable. ]

I like all of you too.

[ Even if she's shirtless, his heads tilts up to kiss the tip of her nose as his hands stroke over her bare back carefully. ]

Your hair, your cute nose... but I like we cook together and read books on the couch. I like that you protect people close to you with everything you have.

[ What, sappy moment? Sorry, he couldn't help himself. He ducks his head to press a kiss to her neck, hiding the embarrassed flush to his face. ]

I just want to give you a chance to relax.

[ Mikasa can feel the heat in her cheeks, the way her fingers shake a little as she reaches out for more, wanting to touch him and feel the tenderness. She trusts Jean, implicitly, and knows that no matter what happens here she is going to be safe.

Safety is still somewhat a foreign concept for her, and it makes her feel... Too much. She's never felt deeply like this before. ]

It's what I was made to do.

[ It's that simple to her. She's an Ackerman, isn't she? She was made, formed, to be a protector, to save people, to use her strength for that. It had been a difficult concept, figuring out how to use that strength in the way she wanted rather in the way that people expected her to, and her heart is heavy when she thinks too hard about it.

Maybe she needs to go beat on the captain for a while later.

For now, she leans in to nuzzle her nose against Jean's, expression softening. ]

You do. I've never felt... Like this before.

[ There's a twitch in his eyebrows, a hint of a frown that passes over his features at her saying it's what she was made to do. It's not incorrect, given what they learned about the Ackermans, but it's not... correct, either.

She wasn't tailor made to fight. She should be able to stop. But that's a conversation better had when they aren't both naked and vulnerable, so he lets it slide away when her nose bumps against his, the soft look the only thing on his face. ]

I want you to feel like this every day.

[ Now, he moves to roll them to the side, spreading her out on her bed so he can hover above her. Like this he takes in her body again - the muscles of her arms and stomach, the scars that her accelerated healing didn't quite clear away. He lowers his head to kiss on on her collarbone, as his hands come up to cup her breasts. Like before, in the water, he keeps his hands placed so that he can rub his thumbs against her nipples teasingly. ]

[ 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. ]

Ah, Jean...

[ He'll hold onto that, when he thinks he's not enough for the both of them. That she's happy when they're happy, even while he tries to find ways to just make her happy no matter what.

His name on her lips, though - that always sounds good, no matter what. When she touches his face, Jean lifts his head a little to press a kiss to her fingers, before moving back to her chest. He closes his mouth around one nipple, tongue flicking against it gently and then sucking; his thumb teases against the opposite one. ]

[ It’s not a new feeling, Jean’s done it before, but that doesn’t stop it making her feel flush and heady. It’s as if the water tempered the feeling until now, and this time all she can do is breathe in and out as her back arches a little, licking her lips and lifting a hand to stoke through his hair. ]

It’s good.

[ It’s wonderful, really, and she feels it shiver through her as her free hand sneaks down between them to touch him too. ]

[ Her hand against his skin makes him shift a little on the bed, clearly pleased. It feels like where she touches him leaves a wake of warmth that he wants to lean into. He's here to show her how this can feel good, though.

He sucks, then nips gently at her chest, pulling off after a moment and bringing up his hand to tease her gently afterwards. He trades spots with the other hand to give her nipple the same treatment, grazing it with his teeth as he looks up her body at her. He undeniably looks a little smug.

You can take the boy out of Trost.... ]

[ This is teasing. This is what teasing feels like, isn't it?

Mikasa can feel herself shift and move, chasing the pleasure of it with a gasp of noise, not lifting her hand to cover her mouth - because she knows Jean likes to hear it, wants to hear the soft, pleased sounds of pleasure she makes as his mouth and fingers make her body spark like fireworks. She swallows, licking her lips instead, gazing down at him and running a hand through his hair.

It's hard, being the solid focus of all his attention, but she nods her head, shifting to wiggle down, to try and pull him back up to her mouth, to kiss him hard. ]

[ He goes where she guides him, back up to kiss her; he lets his hands fall to the bed for the time being. He presses himself against her, chest to chest, the feeling of skin against skin just as good as it was in the hot springs. He gives a low groan into her mouth at the contact, letting himself nip gently at her bottom lip. ]

[ Mikasa lets herself lean in, shifting forward, arms wrapping around him - but this time, her legs do too, sinking against him as she makes a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth, wanting more but not being sure what else to do other than to rock her hips up, instinctive. ]

[ Her hips rock up and Jean wants to reward her for it. One hand pulls away from the bed to slip between their bodies. When her hips rock forward, Jean presses the heel of his palm up against her, through her underwear, giving her something to grind against.

He murmurs against her lips, ] I've got you, show me what feels good.

[ It's good, and Mikasa gasps, her eyes flickering as she gazes at him, watching. It's better than her own touch, in a way, for both the novelty and the trust, and her body rocks against Jean without hesitation, chasing the pleasure of him, the way he looks at her just...

It's perfect. She feels unworthy. ]

This... This is good. [ Slow, careful grinding, pushing herself into his touch. ]

[ Jean doesn't want to stop looking at her. The way she gasps, meets his gaze and rolls her hips down against his hand. He'd love to strip her the rest of the way naked and spread her out but he holds himself back. Slow, gentle, all the things she's never had for herself. ]

You look beautiful.

[ He can't help but say it, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth as he flexes his wrist, making sure she's got a good angle to rub against. ]

I can't stop thinking of you. What it'd be like to get these pants off you and taste you.

[ Mikasa huffs a soft noise, eyes flickering, almost unable to look at him. He’s being so soft with her, so tender, letting her take her pleasure from him - it sparks such a heat in her, to rock against his fingers and use his touch to make herself feel good. A mixture of warmth and heat that thrums, making her breathe out oh so softly.

Soon, she’ll be able to say it out loud, but for now, in her mind… She knows how she feels.

Turning her head, kissing him long and slow, she hums against his mouth, feeling bold from the rush of want. ]

What’s stopping you?

[ She hasn't said it - but he knows. If she didn't, she wouldn't let him into her heart like this, and he knows it. He doesn't need the words, he tells himself, as he returns her kiss, luxuriating in it.

She asks what's stopping him, which makes him pause and then look at her with a small smile, impish. ]

I wanted to go slow... but since you're asking.

[ His hand draws away, going to the hem of her trousers to tug them off, his fingers catching in the hem of her underwear as well to yank them off with them. He shifts backwards as he does it, leaving her naked in front of him. He breathes out softly.

He doesn't hesitate to stretch back out on the bed, pushing her legs apart and then over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to one thigh. ]

[ Mikasa feels - she feels so much that it's hard for her to rationalise it sometimes, not when she had spent so long forcing herself to focus on the mission, on the fighting, on the war - nothing else had mattered. Now she has the time for this, and it feels as frightening as it does freeing.

Leaning back, she pushes herself up a little to watch him, her eyes wide, but dark.

Wanting. Lustful. ]

I...

[ She's naked, and she shifts. She lets him move her, lets him kiss her thigh, and she covers her mouth for a moment before she swallows. ]

Show me how to make someone else feel good. So I can do it to you.

[ Her dark eyes watching him make him feel braver, bolder. Her request makes him smile against her thigh. ]

Your wish is my command.

[ It wasn't a wish, but he's using a line here, because he's smooth. Regardless, he keeps his arms curled around her legs as he lowers his mouth between her legs.

He's not shy about it. He drags his tongue over her, dipping between her folds and then up, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue. He repeats the motion before he goes down again, not lingering - teasing her. ]

[ Cheeks blushing red, eyes wide, Mikasa watches him with a tenderness she cannot disguise. ]

Jean - ah!

[ And then he's going for it, pressing his tongue against her, and her fingers sink into his hair without hesitation. It feels incredible, and her hips jerk a little as she hisses out a little noise. ]

Oh...

[ He doesn't want to disappoint her. He has confidence in his abilities, of course, but Jean wants to make her feel good, good enough to maybe forget any shyness. He's eager to taste her as well; he knows some people who don't like to go down on their partners. Jean honestly can't get enough of it.

He presses his mouth against her, pressing his tongue inside her to lap in shallow movements, letting out a muffled groan as he does it. ]

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me cackling to myself: ackerman sexstincts

imagine if they did

this puts kenny and uri in a new light again

also explains a lot tbh

oh so much

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lmk if you need a bit more! i'm having him go slowly but can always be speedier orz

ur good <3

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