For all she knows that she must have leaned down; she doesn’t remember. Levi pushed up and Mikasa fell down into the motion. Maybe she pulled – this way and that. Her fists in his shirt makes new laws of gravity. Her hips sit warm beneath her spine like someone’d been fiddling with them; the tingle of a steam burn.
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