MorningWood

Chapter 6 - Part 2

T/W and tags: Part 2/2 from entry #6. BDSM, knife play, and electrification.

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Mikasa wakes up rather suddenly to something rumbling in the house. Her hair is unkempt, fuzzy. She glances at the clock; it has been a little more than three hours since laying down for a pleasureful nap.

The floorboards rumble again.

She can tell it's a loud, incredibly disgruntled sound coming from the basement.

A smirk spreads over her face, her nose crinkling with satisfaction as she listens to Eren ranting in the basement. The muted sound ceases for a minute as he apparently catches his breath. She collects herself over the mattress and gracefully strides into the kitchen. Several cups of water pour into the kettle on high heat. Two mugs placed beside the stove.

Eren yells again, though still a bit too indistinct to understand what he is saying. But his tone is clear enough: pissed and rebellious. Yeah. Pretty normal, even know... She laughs at herself, especially now. Mikasa smirks to herself, knowing the legitimate handcuffs should not be any easy obstacle for him.

The heat of the kettle bathes her naked body standing beside the stove as steam begins to whistle.

She cuts off the fire and walks into the bedroom. Dawning her dominatrix belt with a firm snap around her abs, she catches the familiar red blob of her scarf on the bedspread. Tying it snugly around her neck, she returns to the kitchen and pulls the tea box from the cabinet. A few drops of honey and a green tea teabag dip into one of the mugs, followed by a rush of hot water into both containers. She walks back into the bedroom as the tea steeps and the water cools to a more tolerable temperature. Her attention shifts into the black box Eren returned with, skimming through for more interesting toys to test.

Unfortunately, not too much else catches her eye immediately. At least, not for today. She attaches one to her belt straight away. But as she's closing the lid, she notices a smaller black box within, hidden among the various items.

It is utterly plain on the outside, nothing but a 6x6x10cm glossy black rectangular shape akin to its parent, with a crease around the perimeter near the top of one end. She picks up the thing and mulls it over in her hand. Removing the top, two stubby metal prongs protrude from the inside of the box, covered by a vanilla-colored wood. She turns it over in her hand again, a better suspicion of what to look for. Sure enough: the opposite side of the prongs, in a minute recess, a button. Her lips crease in contemplation.

She recaps the object and readily stands with it in hand. A jerk of her wrist alleviates the door of the black pocketknife. Returning to the kitchen again, she washes the dried blood and wood particles from the blade before folding it, locking the safety, and clipping it to her belt opposite the other tool.

She picks up both mugs with one hand and moves them to the counter closest to the basement door, then grabs the box she picked out from the bedroom and walks up to the door.

"MIKASAA!!!" his childish, emotive side showing itself quite shrewdly as he screams out, seeming to shake the whole foundation while she indisputably feels his struggling legs crashing against the stone, ever so gently vibrating the stairs under her feet. She snaps open the door, swapping the first tenable item within reach for the toy in her hand and hurling it at him through the stair's support beams.

A banana from the fruit basket smacks into his face with enough force to turn his head away from the doorway; the banana, bruised and partially broken open as it ricochets off his face and soars across the open space, lands atop the table in the center of the room. She steadies the mugs, recoups the toy, and quickly paces down the stairs. A delicate care places both mugs and the black box on a wall-mounted bench. A bright white light hums on, illuminating the room evenly.