Unconditional (Jean x Mikasa)

Burning Desire

This chapter has sexual content that is not intended for young readers. 

P.S I love Eren and I would never make him the villain of my story.

Mikasa's arms fumble as she frantically held her arms high trying to put up the heavy curtain fabric of their new home. For several days since she met the Jeagerist prophet she desperately, buried the dreaded thoughts by keeping herself occupied even with the tiniest details of decorating their new abode.

Her hands quiver and began feeling numb as the foreboding feeling came flooding her head. The beautifully crafted curtain slip through her hands and with her deadpan eyes, she watched it fall on the wooden floor as it barely made a sound.

Her knees grew feeble, making her fall on it creating a noticeable thudding sound. Tears started spilling out of her eyes as she finally succumbed into despair.

The words of the Jeagerist prophet thundered in her ear, as it kept playing over and over in her head. "Eren is not happy. Eren wants the blood of Jean." She covered her ears with her palms as though covering them will make the fearful thoughts go away.

She helplessly tried to fight the lingering thoughts as her fingers gripped on the curtain, her head bowed, drenching the curtain fabric with her tears. She opened her mouth, trying to let words come out from her throat that has been dried from sobbing. "Eren, if you are watching me, know that I am suffering." She said with her voice sounding tiny from her cries. "I am sorry for being so happy. Did my happiness betray you?" She continued.

"Please don't take away my husband from me. He has done nothing wrong. It is all my fault, Eren. Forgive me." She stated almost whispering in the air as if Eren is really present listening to her pleas.

Thoughts of Jean flashed in her head. She clenched tightly on the curtain with her nails digging through her palms as she began scorning herself for how coldly and detached she is towards him for the past several days.

Still her husband treated her with the same kindness and thoughtfulness, not questioning why she suddenly became withdrawn. She recalled the lonely look on his eyes every time he would stare at her as though wondering what he has done wrong to drive her away from him.

"Jean has not done anything wrong." She repeated over and over until her throat gave her pain, not realizing that she's been weeping until nightfall.

She came back to her senses when she felt two strong hands held her firmly on her shoulder blade, shaking her up. "Mikasa, what's wrong?" She looked up and saw her husband, with great distress in his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw muscles stiffened as his face is plagued with alarm.

She leaned her forehead on his muscular chest as her quiet sobbing turned into violent wails. Again, like he always do, he did not question the reason behind her misery but instead he placed his right hand on the back of her head and his other hand on her back, patting her gently.

She does not understand why, but the tenderness of his touch and his mere presence gives her comfort. She melted on his embrace as it also caused her anguish to vanish almost instantaneously. It is as though he had waved a magic wand and made all her worries disappear. "Please forgive me Eren, but I need my husband right now."

Pulling, away from him, with her cheeks still moist from tears, she stared at him, "I need you Jean. I've missed you." Hearing her words replace the worry in his eyes with glimmer; letting out a sigh as his rough hands reached out to hers.

"I was here with you all along." He said as his fingers slipped to her hair that covers her face, tracing them to the back of her ears.

He held her hand and helped her stood, guiding her to the foot of their massive bed. He knelt down in front of her, not letting go of her hands as his sense of longing for her began overtaking him. For weeks, they have been living together, eating together, sharing household chores, but they have not seen each other eye-to eye let alone share intimacy with one another. But the simple gestures she have shown him, letting him hold her hand, telling him that he needs her were already enough for his heart to skip a beat.