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[ He's nervous, which is a sensation he's familiar with but never enjoys. He's good at what he does, with the ODM gear, with telling people what to do in battle. Being with her feels like learning the gear again, sometimes finding something that he can do with ease and other times cursing his mistakes.

But she doesn't seem to mind it. Whether she doesn't realize or doesn't care, it helps ease some of that anxiety.

Still, his stomach flutters in a familiar way when he has her in his arms, settled so that she's facing him. They're close but not quite touching shoulder to hip. It's funny, how he's laid in a bed with Eren and not been as nervous; but he's used to touching Eren, because of their constant fighting, and he's not used to touching her without a reason other than his own want. ]

I want to kiss you again, too.

[ He whispers it to her, like a secret, some of his hair falling across his forehead as he shifts his head a little closer. He says it because he's not sure what the step of too much is for her yet and he'd rather check in too much than not enough. ]

[ Briefly, Mikasa panics and wonders if Jean has suddenly developed the ability to read minds.

Tilting her head up, she watches him for a short few seconds, the kind that probably feels like an eternity for him. She wants, she thinks, to reach out and touch his face, to feel how warm he is, to make sure that this is real because all of it feels like some kind of dream. To have Eren here, to have Jean here, to be able to touch them both and make sure they're safe and well taken care of...

Her hand lifts slowly, pushing the hair out of his face and landing to rest on his cheek, thumb stroking gently over his cheekbone, caught up in the moment of it all. They're in their own bubble right now and nothing can disturb them; there's only her and Jean and nothing in between. She's okay with that, she thinks. She's happy.

It doesn't stop her from getting nervous, though, at the offer - the request, she thinks, or the quiet admitting to a secret. ]

I want to kiss you too.

[ Is that okay? Are they allowed? They're partners, but she can still imagine Eren's jealousy... But they're together too. If Eren wanted to kiss people... She shoves that thought away and focuses on Jean, on the warmth of his skin under hers and the softness of his voice.

She can't be very good at it, so she's determined to take his lead and learn quickly. ]

[ It's an eternity but he still doesn't mind waiting through it for her. Especially with the way she looks at him, like she's trying to memorize his face; she reaches up another eternity later and pushes his hair out of the way, touching his cheek. He leans into the touch of her hand, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He doesn't want her to ever doubt that he accepts her touch and wants more of it; even more than that, he does crave it.

He opens his eyes when she says she wants to kiss him, too. It's as good a go ahead as he's going to get. There's no thoughts of Eren, or anyone else, in his mind when he leans in and presses his lips to hers. The arms around her tug her just a little closer as he does it.

It's just Jean and Mikasa, figuring out what they want, in this space on her bed. ]

[ It's not that she didn't expect the kiss, since she had told him she had wanted it, but it still surprises her just a little bit. It surprises her because they're allowed to have it, that just by saying that she wants to kiss him they're able to share a kiss with one another. It still feels just a little like something of a fantasy (though she's not sure if it's hers or Jean's).

At least she knows this: he is being careful with her, gentle enough, and there are no thoughts in her mind other than kiss him back.

Mikasa's body shifts just a bit closer to Jean's, pushing up and letting herself return the kiss with a softness that's unlike her, the brutal a fighter she remains. The hand on his cheek seeks his hair, fingers curling around what she can reach and holding herself in place there as she makes a soft noise, pleased. ]

[ It's a surprise because he can kiss her. He's allowed to because she wants it too, and all of those things are new and delightful. Even better is the way she pulls herself closer, burying a hand in his hair and making that soft, pleased noise.

One arm - the one she's laying on - stays wrapped around her, hand curled against her hip. The other he lifts to mirror hers, cupping her jaw tenderly and encouraging her to tilt her head a little. It shifts the angle of the kiss, makes it easier to slide their mouths against each other. Jean doesn't seek to deepen it further, mindful of this being her second kiss, in all likelihood.

It doesn't mean a part of him isn't hungry for it, though, the way their mouths catch and press against each other. ]

Edited (i repeated a word too many times) 2023-12-23 14:59 (UTC)

[ Mikasa is thankful, because she doesn't need it to be more than this; there is a quiet part of her that wonders what it would be like to deepen it, to allow herself to try kissing in a way those desperate people had been - soldiers who came back and found their wives and dipped them, lovers reunited, the whispers she heard in the barracks. All the things she thought were both out of her reach and utterly below her with her singular focus.

It's good like this, to press small, soft kisses against Jean's mouth, to let herself press her kiss against him with a sharpness that betrays her inexperience. It's all a myriad of sensations; soft hair in her fingers, the warmth of his body, the way he draws her closer, as if afraid she might disappear.

A shiver runs through her as she grips a little tighter, afraid herself, like she might wake up at any moment. ]

[ He wants to take things slowly, both out of concern for her and to do things right. She's not some casual fling or a one night stand; she's important to him. Literally the woman he's dreamed about, and he'd rather die than push her out of her comfort zone.

This is sweet, and perfect. The way she presses kisses against his mouth in return, making his lips curl up in a little smile briefly. The way that she's melted into his arms, the way they both cling to each other like they're afraid they'll float away otherwise.

Her kisses are forceful and his are gentler, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Eventually he has to pause to actually catch his breath and not try to gasp it between kisses, and he lets himself brush their noses together when he pulls back, breathing a little heavily.

He doesn't know what to say - so he says nothing, not wanting to break the fragile little bubble. His fingers find some of the longer strands of her hair and weave through them, a thumb stroking over the skin under her ear. ]

[ The touch of their noses brings her out of the kiss haze she's been in, and her head tilts up to look at Jean. She wonders if she looks as flustered as she feels, as flustered as he looks, all from something as simple as kissing - but she's never kissed anyone before, so of course she'll be a little embarrassed by it.

Does it always feel like that, soft and warm and making her feel so genuinely happy? Or does it change depending on the person you're kissing? No one else had inspired anything like it inside of her (Eren remaining the exception to all her rules), but she hadn't gone around kissing other people.

Shifting her weight forward, she leans up to press a kiss to his forehead before she tucks herself against his body, head under his chin. He's taller than her, so she fits comfortably enough. ]

[ She does look flustered; her color is high on her cheeks and he thinks it's a good look on her. One he'd like to see more of - but he reminds himself not right now. Especially with the way she kisses his forehead before she tucks herself up against him.

He takes another deep breath just to calm his heart, which feels like it wants to beat right out of his body. He's sure she can feel it but he's more than happy to have her pressed under his chin. He lets his hand fall from her jaw to curl around her shoulders, and shifts his head a little so he's comfortable lying on his side.

There's a big, dopey smile on his face now that he can't quite banish - but he doesn't need to get rid of it, does he? He's happy. ]

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me: i'll use ALL MY KISSING ICONS

me with my one kissing icon

it good tho

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