Clearing

Chapter 13

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Jean's view

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I couldn't think properly as I watched her pull the door closed, her shirt hanging delicately off her body and swaying slightly as she moved.

I didn't know what had come over me. I hadn't intended to come here, to see her. It was like some strange force had pulled me towards her room, and I couldn't control myself as I raised my fist and knocked against the wood.

My hands shook slightly as I tugged the rest of my clothes back on, my mind still hazy from everything that happened.

I sat down onto her bed once I finished buttoning up my pants, dropping my head into my hands. That first night in the clearing had been a mistake. A huge one.

I had been stressed, and a little scared, and something deep in me had wanted to see her. I still didn't exactly know why.

So, by some motive that I swore wasn't my own, I had been drawn towards that place that I knew she liked to visit. I had hoped that she would appear, and when I had heard a shuffling sound behind me, it had been impossible not to turn towards her.

Because somehow I had known it was her, just by the sound of her breathing.

Something told me that she may have been there for longer than I had known, but I wasn't sure. And then she had sat next to me on the grass, and it had been so ridiculously hard not to pull her towards me.

Honestly, I didn't have time to think when I kissed her. I had just been so overwhelmed by the urge that I couldn't even try and stop myself.

I told myself that it was just a distraction, but I knew deep down that there was something else. And the sounds she had made when I touched her were utterly inescapable. Even a week after, I couldn't push them put of my head. I had spent so much time wondering what she would feel like that I was almost in denial now that it had happened.

I swore quietly to myself as I stood again, aware that I had to leave before she came back to avoid making any other stupid decisions.

Just as I put my hand on the door, I noticed the flower on her bedside table. I didn't know how I had missed it before; she hadn't attempted to hide it. But there it was.

The petals were dry and it was wilted, but she had kept it this whole time. I forced myself not to read into it as I opened the door and quickly made my way back to my room.

Your view

I woke up to the sound of frantic banging on my door, and Mikasa calling my name from the hall. I groaned loudly and pulled the covers off my body, swinging my legs over the side of my bed and gasping at the ache I felt between my legs. I clapped my hand over my lower abdomen and shuffled over to the door, pulling it open to find Mikasa grinning on the other side.

"What the hell do you want?" I mumbled, limping backwards to let her into the room. My eyes widened. "Did I wake up late?"

"No, no. We're up a little early, actually." Mikasa walked in and shut the door behind her, grinning wickedly.

"Well then, what the fuck?" I sat back down, groaning at the pain between my legs as I fell backwards onto the mattress.

"I need details." Mikasa jumped onto the bed next to me, landing on her knees and tugging me back upright. "All of them."