Creative Writing: Stop Tailing Me, Mikasa

"Stop tailing me, Mikasa."

That must have been the hundredth time today he had said that to her. The horses were whinnying and rustling behind her, and for a moment, she didn't think the tree would restrain them. Her hands smoothed over the rough reins and around the cracked branch they were tied to. The knot wasn't completely secure, but it was firm enough to hold two colts. Unless the animals had a deep, raging vendetta with trees, she wasn't sure any amount of struggling would free them.

Eren had begged the captain to let him explore, but Levi wouldn't let him go without an escort. She had volunteered, and of course, he wasn't okay with it. It didn't matter, she wasn't going to let him go alone anyway. They had galloped for only a few

How could she say no to that?

She released the latch on her 3D maneuver gear. It dropped to the dirt with a metal *clunk*.

Eren had turned around, but this was still embarrassing. It wasn't like they had never seen each other naked before, because that definitely wasn't it. It – this, was completely new. Since when had he been interested fun? Most of his efforts were spent on training, transforming, or tearing up.

She popped the button on her collared shirt. There wasn't much of a difference in the heat, but Mikasa could feel the occasional cool breeze brush past her skin. She started working her pants down and turned around. The leather button was easy to flick open, and by the time she had taken her pants off completely it was too late.

Rough, strong hands clutched the sides of her waist and she was pulled backwards. The water was so much colder than she had expected, but balanced evenly with the dry air. Her nose filled with water and her blurry eyes registered the streaks of sunlight woven throughout the crystal pool.

It was so beautiful, and it could have been even more beautiful if she wasn't gasping for