Horrifically Wounded, Strikingly Gorgeous & Deadly [ErenXMikasa] [Eremika]

XXVI: Low Profiles

[Mikasa]  

"Mikasa!" The incessant sound of a pounding against my bedroom door stirs me half-awake. I let out an irritated 'mmm' as I shift in my bed, unwilling to get up. "Mikasa!" The voice sounds angrier this time, a certain sleep-drenched timbre to it. I groan. "Go away," I mumble as I roll over, the ear-bleeding sound of my alarm going off as I do so. Despite the shrill tone hurting my ears, I can't find it in myself to get up; the warmth of the early morning sun envelops the bare skin of my back - the comforting presence of Eren next to me inviting me to sleep in longer.

...Eren. Shit.

"For fuck's sake, Mikasa," I hear the disgruntled voice of Levi on the other side of the door, before the joinery of the handle begins to tremble. Within milliseconds my body is upright. I glance down at Eren, who continues to sleep peacefully - shit. Shit, shit, shit. I shake Eren violently, a snort emanating from his nose as he comes to.
"W-what is it?" He asks cumbersomely, before shooting upright at the sound of the door creaking open. His eyes widen. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he whisper-yells, and I look back to the door and to back him again. In the two seconds it takes before Levi sees both Eren and I completely stark naked, the only thing I can think of is to push him off the side of the bed. A loud 'thud' resonates throughout the room as the door swings open fully, and I hastily gather the covers to protect my modesty. I quickly glance down at Eren, who now lays on his back and on the floor, completely frozen. I shoot him a look before turning my head to see Levi, who wears nothing but boxers, reach for my phone on the bedside table. "What the actual fuck, Levi?" I exclaim, shooting him a glare. "Next time your alarm goes off," Levi starts, tapping my phone screen, "get the fuck up." The room immediately goes silent.
"Get the fuck out of my room!" I scream as he turns on his heel and exits, slamming the door behind him. I bring my hands to my face and rub it vigorously; fuck, that was too close. I stare a little longer at my bedroom door, as if to make absolutely sure Levi won't re-enter - it didn't seem as if he even noticed the fact that Eren was on the floor on the other side of the bed, or that I was completely and utterly de-clothed. Thank fuck for that. I heave a heavy sigh of relief before remembering; Eren.
I quickly scramble to the other side of my bed and hang my head over the side - only to be met with the ornate pattern of my bedroom rug. What the fuck?
"Is it safe yet?" I hear Eren's husky morning voice emanate from below me. Confused, I hang my head upside down and reach for the covers that hang over the side of my bed. Pulling them aside, I see a very dishevelled Eren splayed out underneath. Quick thinking, Bright Eyes. His hair is in an absolute tizzy, eyes still red with sleep. I feel a small smile creep its way onto my lips as he struggles to shuffle his built frame across the small crawl space, pausing right before my head. My hair hangs down around my face, and I watch as he props himself up on his elbow. His free hand catches a strand between them, twirling it around his fingers. "Yeah," I say breathlessly - the weight of my own body pressing my chest further into the mattress. His hand cups the side of my face as he tries to stifle a chuckle. "Sorry for pushing you," I say as a giggle of my own attempts to launch itself from my throat. Eren's laugh becomes heartier. Oh, how I love the sound of you, Bright Eyes. "It's okay," he remarks, and I can't help but relish in the smoky timbre of his morning voice. His thumb tenderly strokes the side of my face before leaning in for a kiss. The soft, velvety texture of his lips brings to me a warmth indescribable; my heart-rate soaring. I lean into the hand that handles me so gingerly; "it's yours now... and so am I." I can't help but smile further into the kiss as I call to mind the promise he made me in the early hours of this morning. He's mine.

Once again, the kiss quickly transforms from an innocent morning greeting into something much, much more. Eren traces my bottom lip with his tongue, igniting something deep in my chest, right behind the heart. For some reason, any inhibition I used to have about intimacy with this man seems to have dissipated overnight; now all I want is more, more more.
I invite him in eagerly, biting down on his tongue as he stifles a groan. We pull apart, and I emit a small "shhhh" sound from between my teeth. His eyes crease at the corners as an apologetic smile graces his features, and I can't help but admire that adorable, mischievous glint in those puppy dog eyes. "Roger," he whispers playfully, yet quietly. I lean in for another kiss, and yet, we don't get very far; the sound of my phone going off again sends us into a frenzy - a loud thud is heard as Eren reflexively lifts himself up, hitting his head on the underside of my bed, while I nearly fall over the edge.
I quickly steady myself before scrambling for my phone, yanking it away from its charging cord and tapping the screen desperately. After a few unsuccessful attempts - courtesy of my freezing cold fingers - I manage to swipe the notification away, and let out a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding. I hear the floor creak behind me - presumably Eren finally freeing himself - before checking the time on my phone. 7:25AM. Shit. "Shit, shit, shit," I exclaim once again, jumping from the bed and rooting my feet firmly into the carpet. My entire body is now exposed, and I turn to face Eren, who looks me up and down. That same shit-eating grin appears on his face, and I roll my eyes. I fetch his clothes from the floor next to the bed and throw them at him. He catches them in his chest, nearly going off balance as he does so. "You can eye-fuck me later, Bright Eyes, we're late."