𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

Men Always Beg For Forgiveness

"𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐬."
- 𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬

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"AND THEN HE TURNS AROUND." Mikasa taps the cigarette against the ash tray. Her face was red from laughter. She couldn't believe the story you were telling her. Mikasa was finally happy that she could rely on someone. Someone to share feelings with or tell stories to. A friend. 

"It was too funny to even start having sex. His butt clenched so hard, I think he was holding in a sh*t," you exclaimed.

"Note to self: don't look at Eren's ass during sex."

"Or maybe you don't have sex behind a McDonald's." You said you were taking a drag from your shared cigarette.

"I like you." Mikasa said, wrapping her arms around your shoulder. You handed her back the cigarette while smiling brightly.

"I like me too."

Mikasa pushed you playfully, wondering if this moment would ever stop. But sadly, it did, at the sound of Eren's truck. Mikasa fidgets in her seat as she realizes he made eye contact with you. You leaned more into your chair, watching Eren glance. A repulsive look on his face was once covered up by giving Mikasa a kiss, as you tried hard not to scoff in disgust.

"You know I don't like you smoking." Eren didn't even try to sound happy. His long hair drooped from the hold of his hairtie, slightly covering his face. But you and Mikasa can still see the tensity in his features. His tense anger made the whole atmosphere outside difficult.

"You sure do complain a lot." You mumbled, causing Eren to grit.

"Last time I checked, she's my girlfriend; I can say what is needed."

"Hmm? Is that so because I don't hear Mikasa moaning about you smelling like another woman's  perfume?" You said you were crushing the last bit of the cigarette.

Both of their heads snap over to you. Eren gritted his teeth while Mikasa looked like a lost puppy. She began to open her mouth to speak, but you stood up and sighed.

"I got to class in 10 minutes. I'll see you later, Mika." You said, leaning in to kiss her temple, bumping into Eren's shoulder on the way down the porch stairs.

She blushed as she watched your figure walk away in the distance. Even forgetting an angry Eren standing beside her.

After hours of yelling and two awkward rounds of make-up sex, Mikasa sat on her bed, waiting for Eren to finish showering. She would join him, but it always ended in another round of sex, and she didn't want to be near him.
She glanced over at the covered painting in the corner. Eren must have moved it, but she noticed something. Red.

Dripping from the leg of the stand. Something in her mind told her to look underneath the brown blanket as red paint seemed to drip onto the floor. She tsked under her breath and stared in horror. The painting. Once beautifully crafted with the callousness of Mikasa's hands, it is now ruined by the hatred of a person. Her angry eyes met Eren's confused ones.

"Did you do this?"

He groaned and turned away from her. "I didn't touch your dumb painting, Mikasa. Maybe your paints were runny."

If Mikasa could, she would give everything to feed Eren to the wolves, but she didn't. All she did was nod and cover the painting back up. All because she was afraid.
 
"WE ARGUED AGAIN..." Mikasa took a sip of her coffee. The cafe, lucky enough, wasn't crowded, but there were enough people.
 
"Over what I said before I left yesterday?" Mikasa nodded, and you rubbed your forehead.
 
"You were right. He admitted he cheated on me a couple months ago. Found out from the perfume and lipstick-stained collar."
 
Mikasa remembers Eren telling her she's the reason their love life is horrible. It wasn't enough sex. Grisha has been pressuring the two about when they are going to have kids, but Mikasa isn't ready for motherhood.
 
Giving birth to Eren's babies would be a living hell.
 
"So why stay with him?"
 
"Because he always seems to crawl back on his knees."
 
It's been two hours since you both left the cafe, and now she's finally in your bed. Not in that way. Just sleeping. 
 
You can hear the faint hum of her exhale and light puffs of air escaping through her parted lips. Her head is resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You shivered as her cold hands made contact against the skin of your back.
 
You feel her kick her feet down in irritation due to the blanket as she steals the covers from you. You sit up gently now, waking her up, back pressed against the bed frame. A gentle smile forms on your lips when you see her face.
 
"You definitely should kiss me." You heard her mumble against your bare thigh. You really couldn't tell if she was being serious or just throwing a practical joke.
 
"Don't tempt me." You whisper lowly, glancing down at her. Her eyebrows arched up a little in shock, but she didn't make the first approach.
 
"I'm not introducing you as anything but my lover." She proclaims. A simple hum wave comes from your throat.
 
"Is this your way of saying I'm your fake girlfriend?"
 
Mikasa hummed in confusion before glancing up at you. "Who said it had to be fake?"
 
None of you flinched as the sound of trickling rain hit the window harshly. Her cold hands were still underneath your shirt, and she felt goosebumps when the pad of her thumb swiped near your breast.
 
"You're such a pervert, Mika." You laughed out
 
You can feel her body heat as her face moves closely up toward yours. Coffee lingers on her breath. Your intuitive thoughts got the best of you. Both of your lips softly touched but never met all the way. Just teasing. 
 
"You're so pretty."
 
"Huh?" 
 
"You're so pretty." Mikasa said it again, smiling when you pushed her off playfully. You grumbled, throwing your hands over your face and laughing. She peeled your arms from your face and leaned in closer.
 
"Stop, I want to see your pretty face." groaning, you gently shoved her face away from yours.
 
"Stop saying that."
 
"I'll never stop," she mumbled against your neck.
 
You let your finger intertwine with hers as she slowly fell asleep against you once again. I started thinking, Maybe it is possible, Mikasa, and you can be together. But sadly, you know, there's never a chance that Mikasa would ever love you because of him.