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After Amber bid them a cheerful goodbye, slipping out the door with a lingering glance and a promise to "catch up soon," the house fell into a comfortable quiet.
The midday sun streamed through the windows, warming the wooden floors, and Eren turned to Mikasa with a grin that held a hint of mischief.
"Hey, it's been forever since we had a proper date. No missions, no interruptions—just us. What do you say?"Mikasa paused in the middle of clearing the last of the dishes, her gray eyes meeting his intense green ones.
A soft smile tugged at her lips; it had been too long. Between village duties, their open explorations, and the whirlwind of life in the Hidden Leaf, moments like this were rare treasures.
"I'd like that," she replied, her voice warm. Internally, she felt a flutter—Eren's suggestion stirred memories of simpler times, before the wars, when their bond was all that mattered. He still knows how to make my heart race, she thought, setting the plate down.
They decided on a casual outing through the village's bustling market district, a place alive with vendors hawking everything from fresh produce to intricate ninja tools.
Mikasa excused herself to change, emerging a short while later in a light summer dress that hugged her athletic figure perfectly.
The fabric was a soft, flowing blue, cinched at the waist to accentuate her curves, with a neckline that dipped just enough to highlight her ample cleavage—subtle yet undeniably alluring.
She topped it off with a wide-brimmed hat to shield her fair skin from the sun, her short black hair framing her face like a shadow. Eren's eyes widened as he took her in, his gaze lingering appreciatively.
"Damn, Mikasa. You look… incredible."She blushed faintly, adjusting the hat.
"It's just a dress. Ready?" But inside, she felt a thrill at his reaction—He's looking at me like he did when we were younger, full of fire.Hand in hand, they strolled out into the vibrant streets of Konoha.
The air buzzed with chatter, the scent of street food mingling with blooming flowers from nearby gardens. Children dashed about, practicing basic jutsu under watchful eyes, while shinobi bartered for supplies.
Their first stop was a popular clothing shop, a spacious store filled with racks of tunics, pants, and accessories tailored for both civilian wear and ninja utility. Eren needed new training gear, and Mikasa had her eye on a few lighter outfits for warmer days.
As they browsed, Mikasa's presence drew eyes like a magnet. She'd always been striking—strong, poised, with a beauty honed by battles and grace—but lately, something had changed.
Her encounters with Minato had awakened a new confidence, a radiant glow that turned heads. The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed beard, couldn't help but steal glances as she held up a flowing scarf against her neck.
His eyes traced the curve of her dress, lingering a beat too long on her exposed cleavage. Nearby customers—men mostly—did the same, their conversations faltering as they admired her from afar.Eren noticed immediately.
His jaw tightened as he pretended to examine a pair of sturdy pants, but his mind raced. Look at them, staring like she's some prize. She's mine—only I get to see her like this, to touch her.
A surge of possessiveness welled up, unfamiliar yet potent after their morning with Amber. He wasn't used to feeling this way, but seeing other men ogle his wife ignited a spark of jealousy he couldn't ignore.
Mikasa, ever perceptive, caught the shift in his posture—the way his shoulders tensed, his eyes narrowing at the shopkeeper. She sidled up to him, holding a light jacket against his chest.
"This would suit you," she said softly, then leaned in closer, her voice teasing. "Are you getting jealous? Of a few glances?"Eren met her gaze, forcing a casual shrug even as his hand instinctively found her waist.
"Jealous? No way. Why would I be? You're with me." But his words lacked conviction, and to prove his point—or perhaps to stake his claim—he let his hand slide lower, cupping her firm ass through the thin fabric of her dress.
He gave it a firm squeeze, pulling her flush against him.Mikasa's eyes widened, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could stifle it. Her mouth parted in surprise, and Eren seized the moment, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, invading kiss.
His tongue slipped past her teeth, exploring with a hunger that made her knees weaken.She responded instinctively, her hands rising to cradle the back of his head, fingers threading through his messy brown hair.
The kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a familiar rhythm born of years together.Eren's free hand pressed against her lower back, holding her close, while the other remained possessively on her ass, kneading gently.
The world around them faded—the shop's murmurs, the rustle of clothes on racks—replaced by the heat building between them.After what felt like an eternity but was only a minute, they broke apart, both breathing heavily.
Mikasa's face flushed a deep crimson, her stoic facade cracked by embarrassment. She glanced around, noting the stares, and lightly punched Eren's stomach—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her point.
"Don't do that in public," she whispered fiercely, though her eyes sparkled with lingering desire. Gods, that felt good… but everyone saw.Eren chuckled, rubbing the spot with mock pain.
"You were enjoying it a lot for someone telling me not to." His grin was wolfish, unrepentant.That earned him another light punch, this time with a playful glare from Mikasa.
"Shut up, Eren."The shopkeeper watched the entire exchange with wide eyes, a pang of envy twisting in his gut. Lucky bastard, he thought bitterly.
Grabbing her like that, kissing her without a care—and she's into it. I'd give anything for a woman like that. The female customers nearby weren't immune either; a few blushed furiously, fanning themselves as heat rose to their cheeks.
One mother hastily covered her young child's eyes, muttering about "inappropriate behavior in broad daylight," while her husband averted his gaze awkwardly.Mikasa, sensing the growing awkwardness, grabbed Eren's hand and tugged him toward the exit, their shopping bags swinging.
"Come on, before we cause a scene." But as they stepped out into the sunlight, she couldn't suppress a smile, her heart lightEren's laughter echoed beside her, genuine and infectious.
He's such an idiot sometimes, she thought fondly, but he's my idiot.They continued their date with renewed energy, shaking off the shop incident like water off a leaf.
Next, they wandered to a nearby park, where cherry blossoms lingered in late bloom, petals drifting lazily in the breeze. They rented a small boat on the pond, Eren rowing while Mikasa trailed her fingers in the cool water, her hat casting a shadow over her amused expression.
"Remember when we used to sneak off like this during training breaks?" she asked, leaning back against the boat's edge.
"Yeah," Eren replied, his muscles flexing with each stroke. "Back when we thought the biggest threat was a bad sparring match." They shared stories, laughing over old mishaps—like the time Eren botched a basic clone jutsu and ended up with a horde of tiny, useless duplicates.
From there, they hit a street food stall for lunch: steaming ramen bowls piled high with noodles, tender pork, and fresh vegetables, paired with icy fruit smoothies to beat the heat.
Eren fed Mikasa a bite, his fingers brushing her lips, drawing another shared glance of intimacy. "Tastes better when it's with you," he murmured, earning a soft eye-roll from her.
As the afternoon waned, they tried their hand at a festival game booth, where Eren won a stuffed animal—a goofy fox plush—by hurling kunai at targets with pinpoint accuracy. He presented it to her with a flourish.
"For the most beautiful kunoichi in the village."Mikasa accepted it with a laugh, tucking it under her arm.
"Flatterer." But inwardly, she cherished the gesture—It's these little things that remind me why I chose him, through everything.
They wrapped up with a leisurely walk home as the sun dipped lower, casting golden hues over the village. Arms linked, they talked about nothing and everything, the jealousy from earlier forgotten in the glow of reconnection.
In the world of shinobi, where danger lurked around every corner, days like this were a reminder of what they fought for: each other.
As the golden hues of the setting sun painted the Hidden Leaf Village in warm amber tones, Mikasa and Eren made their way back home, their steps unhurried along the familiar paths lined with blooming hydrangeas and the occasional vendor closing up shop.
The stuffed fox plush dangled from Mikasa's hand, a silly token of their day, but the air between them hummed with something deeper—an undercurrent of desire that had been simmering since that impulsive kiss in the clothing store.
Eren's arm was slung casually around her waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip through the thin fabric of her summer dress, each touch sending subtle sparks up her spine.
He's been like this all afternoon, Mikasa thought, her cheeks still faintly flushed from the park and the ramen stall, where his knee had pressed against hers under the table, a silent promise.
Teasing, touching, but holding back. It's driving me crazy. She glanced sideways at him, catching the way his green eyes darkened when they met hers, a smirk playing on his lips as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
"You've been quiet," Eren murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot. His hand dipped lower, brushing the curve of her ass—just a graze, innocent enough to passersby, but loaded with intent.
"Thinking about that kiss earlier? Or maybe about joining me and Amber next time?"Mikasa's breath hitched, her body responding before her mind could catch up—a warmth pooling low in her belly, her nipples tightening against the dress's soft material.
She swatted his hand away lightly, but didn't pull back, letting her fingers intertwine with his instead.
"You're impossible," she replied, her tone half-scolding, half-breathless. Why does he have to say it like that? Like he's picturing it right now. The image flashed unbidden: Eren's strong hands on her while Amber watched, or Minato's commanding presence weaving in.
She squeezed his hand tighter to steady herself.They reached a quieter stretch of the path, shaded by overhanging willows, the village sounds fading into a distant hum. Eren stopped suddenly, tugging her gently into the shadow of a thick trunk, his back against the bark as he pulled her close.
Their bodies pressed together—her cleavage rising with each quickened breath against his chest, his growing hardness evident through his pants as it nudged her thigh.
"Impossible? Or just what you want?" he teased, his free hand coming up to tilt her chin, thumb brushing her lower lip. The hat on her head cast a soft shadow over her eyes, making her look even more alluring, mysterious.
Mikasa's pulse raced, her gray eyes locking onto his with a challenge. "You're the one who got jealous in the shop," she whispered, her voice husky now, laced with amusement and heat. She let her hand trail down his chest, fingers splaying over the hard planes of his abs, stopping just above his waistband.
Two can play this game. "All those men looking at me… does it bother you that much? Knowing they want what you have?"Eren's jaw clenched, that flicker of possessiveness returning, but it only fueled the fire.
He leaned in, his lips hovering inches from hers, breath warm against her skin. "It does," he admitted, his voice a growl.
"Because you're mine, Mikasa. They can look all they want, but only I get to do this." His hand slid up her side, thumb grazing the underside of her breast through the dress, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
He didn't go further—just enough to tease, to make her arch into him instinctively.She bit her lip, fighting the urge to close the distance, to demand more. Gods, he's good at this. Building it up until I can't think straight.
"Then prove it," she challenged, her hand slipping lower, palming him through his pants with a firm, deliberate stroke that made him hiss through his teeth.
Eren's eyes flashed with hunger, but he held back, capturing her wrist gently to stop her—though he didn't move it away. "Not here," he said, though his body betrayed him, pressing harder against her touch.
"I want to take my time with you tonight. Make you beg for it." His words hung in the air, thick with promise, as he finally claimed her mouth in a slow, searing kiss—not the frantic one from the shop, but one that built layer by layer, his tongue coaxing hers in a dance that mirrored what he intended later.When they broke apart, both breathing raggedly, Mikasa adjusted her hat with trembling fingers, her dress slightly askew from their closeness.
"You're going to be the death of me," she muttered, but her smile was genuine, her body alive with anticipation.Eren chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they resumed walking, the tension between them electric, unresolved.
"Good thing we have all night." As they approached their home, the sun dipping below the horizon, the promise of what awaited inside—privacy, no holds barred—made every step feel like foreplay.
The village lights flickered on around them, but in that moment, nothing else existed but the heat building between husband and wife, ready to ignite.