Kind of rushed while writing this :(
buttttttttttttt... enjoy :)
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She forgot that she was hungry.
Actually, she forgot that they were even eating. The warm, baked aroma that filled the room told her that there was more bread. There was also some kind of strong, meaty smell writhing in her nose. Maybe beef? Chicken? Meat was rare, and she should probably eat while she could.
If there wasn't someone distracting her.
What was he thinking? The entire Levi team was eating with them. In the same room. At the same table.
She had been peacefully enjoying a nice, warm loaf of bread. It was probably freshly baked.
And then he interrupted her.
Eren's fingers had slithered under her tights and around her thigh. He was sitting in the seat next to her and wasn't even looking, just eating cubed potatoes casually with his right hand.
She couldn't even pry him off without making it look like she was pulling something out of her pants.
The team had just trained with 3D maneuver gear today, so his fingers were rougher than normal. Unfortunately, they were still as intoxicating.
They were massaging her thigh and ever-so-slowly inching towards the center. Her chest was heaving faster than normal, and her whole body was pumped with warm blood. It took Mikasa a second to realize that her eyes were closed, and it probably looked like she was doing some kind of mid-meal meditation.
This was torture. And it was all his fault.
She cracked her eyes open and glanced at the boy sitting to her right. Eren was still eating with his casual façade. However, the potatoes on his plate were disappearing at an oddly slow place. His legs were shifting and shuffling, clearly trying to hide something protruding from his training pants.
"Mikasa?"
Her head jolted towards the voice. "Yes?"
"Are you okay?" Jean was leaning on his elbow with an eyebrow raised. She noticed that Armin and Krista were also looking at her.
Had they been talking to her this whole time?
"You're not eating anything," Krista noted with an empty plate. Actually, Mikasa just noticed that all of them were almost done eating. For Sasha, that was a given. She had disappeared into her room a while ago, probably to eat her after-dinner snacks that Levi warned her not to steal from the kitchen.
Mikasa was trying to formulate a natural response when Eren's fingers decided to give her a squeeze.
He was enjoying this way too much, and the worst part was the little squeak she gave off.
"Wow, you don't sound too good." Armin was glancing at Eren with an eyebrow raised. He was probably confused about the stupid grin glued to his face.
And then, it was almost like a light bulb had actually gone off in her head. Mikasa wasn't used to pulling things like this, but she guessed that maybe it was time for some revenge.
Just for once.
"Actually," she began, "I think I caught something. I'm not feeling that well."
The expression of shock on everyone's faces almost didn't make sense. She realized that they had probably never heard her admit to any weakness. Mikasa almost wanted to stop until she felt Eren's fingers pause for a moment. Just for a moment, before continuing again.
