im really starting to understand what it means to have a comfort ship. i can alternate between 100 disastrous Aus where jeankasa might mildly hate each other or even not end up together in some tragic situation but it's okay because they are still my babies and i still love them together and believe that in canon they have a sweet little cottage together and spend all their days in their backyard on the grass in each other's arms which might be a terrible perspective that makes me look unwell but to me that is comfort
Captain Ackermanās day had been filled with nothing but paperwork. Having finally been permitted to select members of Squad Mikasa, her afternoon and evening was spent going over the dossiers of various Survey Corps members. A soldier of her esteem was granted the privilege of selecting her subordinates herself, but that meant every file needed to be read one by one. Selecting those who would answer to her call was a serious task, one that required her undivided attention, as even a single misjudgement could have dire consequences in the field. But after hours of paperwork Mikasaās eyes were in desperate need of a break.Ā
As dreadful of a thought as it was, a part of Mikasa wondered if she should have hoisted all the work onto Sasha, even though her second-in-command had more importantĀ things to do than a Captainās dirty work.Ā
The night was quiet as she navigated the HQ. She stepped through the torch-lit hallways with cat-like tread, then ascended the steps with short strides. Considering the hour, most of the Legion should be asleep ā even Armin, who tended to perform his job as Section Commander until his body passed out from exhaustion.Ā
Mikasa fought back a yawn when she arrived on the floor reserved for the higher ups. Considering her level of energy, she forgoed going into her own room to discard her uniform and simply headed to the Commanderās.Ā
Yet upon coming to the door, she discovered that it was locked. Only mildly confused, Mikasa spent a moment turning the knob before reaching up to gently tap her knuckles on the wood.Ā
A few seconds passed and Mikasa heard the faint sound of shuffling from behind the walls. When another beat of silence followed, she nearly turned around to retire alone for the night before the door opened.Ā
Jeanās current state of being seemed to explain things. He stood in the doorway bare-chested and with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp from a bath and the slightest bits of shaving soap sticking to his cheek.Ā
āSorry, I was in the middle of uhā¦ā he began to explain, then held up the shaving brush in his hand. There was still foam on the bristles. ā...this.āĀ
Mikasa simply nodded and Jean stepped aside to let her in.Ā
āDonāt worry about it,ā she spoke as he closed the door behind them.Ā
The two fell into a comfortable silence, a habitual quietude as they proceeded with their usual after hours routines. Jean headed back towards the bathroom connected to his private quarters, whereas Mikasa simply went to his dresser. Despite the many nights she spent in his room, she had to bring over any of her own clothes just in case. At least Jean didnāt appear to mind her habit of borrowing his stuff. In fact, he seemed rather fond of her taking his clothes.Ā
Mikasa removed her uniform slowly, methodically undoing the straps of her harness as she had done so for over a decade. As she folded her equipment and placed it into her designated dresser drawer, her eyes would go to the doorway to peek into the bathroom.Ā
As to be expected, Jean was in the process of shaping up his beard, as the Commander of the Survey Corps couldnāt go around looking ungroomed and scruffy. At the moment he had finished brushing the foamy lather onto his neck and cheeks, soon grabbing his trusty straight razor to begin the task for real.
There was something strangely soothing to Jeanās little routine ā whether it be the sight of the foam lathering in his cup or the scratching noises as he moved the blade against his skin. He was meticulous about the process as well, only ever shaving after a hot bath and always carefully selecting which oils and balms to utilize.Ā
If Commander Kirschtein had one vice it was mostly likely his personal grooming routine. And perhaps Captain Ackerman as well, but that's besides the point.Ā
Jean proceeded to shave as Mikasa changed. In place of her uniform she donned the sleepwear in Jeanās dresser, a two-piece set made of soft, comfortable fabric. If she could recall, Jeanās mother had gifted it to him several winters ago.Ā
Mikasa forgoed the bottoms and pulled the top over her torso, letting the loose material hang free at the middle of her thighs. She felt a lot more relaxed as she was swathed by the material, letting out a sigh as she took in the warmth of the room.Ā
After putting away the final straps of her harness, she went to the fireplace in the room to throw in another log.Ā
Having finally finished his bout of late-night primping, Jean ended the space once more and looked to the Captain stoking the fire. The fact that she had borrowed one of his garments was not lost on him.Ā
āNice shirt,ā he said, smirking.Ā
Mikasa let out a hum before standing up straight. āI know.āĀ
Jean seemed amused as he went to his dresser. Mikasa went to the bed and let herself rest, though she did spend a moment looking respectfully at the Commander as he dropped his towel and changed into the bottoms of his sleepwear. It was moments like this that made Mikasa realize why some of the younger Scouts looked at their leader with a kind of shy, appreciative gleam in their eyes. Perhaps it was due to the broadness of his shoulders, the prettiness of his hazel eyes, or the way his short beard made his face look just a bit more chiseled.Ā
Mikasa let herself lay back, sighing as her weight settled onto the mattress. Being free from the confines of paperwork felt like a godsend, even if she would have to return to hell come morning time. The soft texture of the sheets and blankets already did wonders in terms of comforting her.Ā
After a few moments Jean approached the bed, letting himself rest on top of the sheets with her. They fell into their usual rhythms, Mikasa shifting to rest her forehead against his bare chest and Jean holding her close. His hands were gentle as he helped guide her into place. As she nuzzled him she took in his scent, the clean aroma of his soap and shaving balm filling her senses.Ā
She savored moments like this, the calm between storms where they could enjoy one another. Outside the door she was Captain Ackerman, a single soldier worth a thousand with a level of control surpassed only by her Commander and Section Commander. But here she was just Mikasa, a tired soul who wanted nothing more than a good nightās sleep in her loverās arms.Ā
Mikasa closed her eyes and awaited slumber. She didnāt know how much time passed until she felt Jean kissing her forehead. With a mellow touch, his fingers began playing with the strands of her hair as he began to trace his lips against her skin.Ā
Mikasa shifted up slightly and soon she was kissing him, his palm gently finding her cheek as she tasted his lips. She moved again, then was practically straddling him as he continued to play with her hair, feeling the silky strands between his finger tips.Ā
Soon Mikasa began trailing her lips away from his, moving them down his jawline and onto his neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. The way she kissed him was characterized by a kind of imperfection, a feeling that she was experimenting ā to an extent ā to see what each of them would like. Judging by the hums and exhales Jean was letting out as she nibbled his neck, as well as the pressure building between the two, Mikasa was inclined to believe that he was enjoying it.Ā
With a steady pace Mikasa continued to move her lips across his skin, moving from his neck to his shoulder, then down the muscles of his chest. He let out a breath that sounded like a mix between a gasp and a shudder.Ā
Then the second Mikasa kissed his stomach, an idea popped into her head.Ā
āWait,ā she said, then moved back upwards to peck his lips quickly. Despite feeling the tent pitched under her, she moved off his lap.Ā
Jean took a moment to catch his breath, but when he lifted his head from his pillow he looked rather intrigued.Ā
āFor what?āĀ
Mikasa didnāt answer, yet when she turned away the plain look on her face turned coy. She heard the sound of Jean sighing behind her ā he knew she was teasing her, he just wasnāt exactly sure how.Ā
She was acutely aware that her Commanderās eyes were on her as she made her way to his dresser. As sides of her were obscured from his sight, her fingers slowly and discreetly undid the buttons on the shirt draped over her torso.Ā
At the dresser she opened her designated drawer and retrieved her hairbrush. Slowly and meticulously Mikasa went through her dark locks, using each stroke to gently smooth and untangle her hair. She wore it longer nowadays, keeping it tied up when on-the-clock and letting it hang below her shoulders when off. By now she was mindful of just how much Jean appreciated her hair, a fact that never ceased to make her heart beat just a bit faster.Ā
Glancing up, she caught sight of the mirror mounted above the dresser and noted how Jean looked in the reflection. While he remained on his back, he propped himself up slightly on his elbows, his eyes focused on only her as she continued on.Ā
Moments passed and soon Mikasa had finished running the brush through her hair. After putting it down, she gave herself a moment, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.Ā
Then in a single motion she turned around to face Jean and let the night shirt fall to the floor.Ā
She was quick to note the way Jeanās eyes widened the second he saw her, bathed in the moonlight and nothing else.Ā
He practically jolted up, unable to take his gaze away from her powerful frame, her soft skin, and even her scars. She had more than just the one under her right eye, only a select few were permitted to see the ones she hid.Ā
Standing from the bed, Jean was surprisingly slow as he approached her, taking his time as he stepped across the bedroom.Ā
Suddenly Mikasa felt silly for assuming her gesture would make Jean bolt over and immediately sweep her into his arms.Ā
But soon Jean was in her atmosphere, leaning down slightly to meet her gaze. The tender look in his pretty eyes could make the world forget that he was the fearless Commander of the Scouts.Ā
He was gentle with her as he reached up and put his hand on her cheek. On instinct Mikasa leaned into his touch.Ā
Not wanting to waste any more time Mikasa closed the gap between their lips, savoring his taste as she wrapped her arms around his robust shoulders. Holding him tight she hopped up slightly, her legs wrapping securely around his slender waist.
And Jean didnāt falter, being accustomed to holding her so preciously. His strong arms supported her as she ran her hands through his wild hair.
In the light of the moon and the fireplace, Jean didnāt break their kiss and carried her back to their bed, where they both fell onto the sheets and carried on with their dance.Ā
Even after all this time, Captain Ackerman still had ways to surprise her Commander.Ā
a good portion of my everlark wip is done and im at a point where i don't think im taking it in a direction i was planning anymore but then the whole fic will just feel like a pointless flop to me
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