Attack on Titan Fanfiction – A Decade in the Making: Chapter 2

Meet the Rivals

“I’ll bet he’s a stud,” the redhead giggled, admiring the width of his shoulders and the tapering of his hips underneath the Navy officer’s uniform.  

“Sex on legs!” the brunette stated. More giggling.

Again Mikasa was jolted from her reverie. She gazed at Jean, for the first time seeing him through the eyes of other women. He was tall as always, but was now tanned; he’d grown even more handsome, and bigger too. The hair was lighter, the shoulders broader, the muscles more defined. He moved with the grace and confidence of a man who was comfortable in his own skin. It must be all the work at open sea, Mikasa thought, in those finicky ships, the mastery of which required both brains and brawn. Jean’s forte. She remembered how he had always moved well even as a cadet; he had been the best in vertical maneuvering among the ordinary humans in her class.

“It’s the way he walks and carries himself! Like he’s this leader and all. And the other men know it,” the redhead was saying. “I bet he’s good in bed.” 

“Tell me about it! He’s made for fucking, the way he moves, like he does it and everything else well!” exclaimed the brunette.

“A well-hung stallion by the looks of it,” the redhead added salaciously. “I’d go for a ride!”

“I saw him first! I get first dibs!” the brunette countered, giggling.

“A hunk like that, he’s definitely the kind that can easily handle a hot threesome!” the redhead declared to the brunette, both of them grasping each other’s arm and falling into a fit of giggles. 

The two women were speaking in whispers but Mikasa had near bionic ears. She heard every word and was taken aback. She didn’t consider herself to be a prude but then, was that how other women looked at Jean? She wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Oh, there’s my brother! Let’s go!” the redhead said, pointing to a group of sailors wearing the white merchant marine uniform. They move away from the crowd to go meet them.

The crowds were slowly dispersing as the dock work was wrapping up and people were out meeting families, friends, colleagues, lovers. Mikasa held the bouquet in her hand, the pushing throngs making her lose sight of Jean. She milled about, waiting for him to get up to the crowded platform so she could finally meet him. 

Jean did go up the platform with his crew, but not in the way Mikasa had imagined. She imagined herself going up to him, he with a surprised but happy look on his face, she giving him the blue bouquet of flowers knowing his favorite color was blue, and then he’d smile at her and tenderly embrace her then they’d walk arm in arm into town…

Mikasa blinked once, twice, staring as Jean came into sight with two women clinging to either arm, giggling and flirting with him. One, a ditzy-looking blonde, was looking adoringly up at him with limpid blue eyes while the other, a chestnut-haired beauty, was chatting away vivaciously. She noted how both wore the S-bend corset, their blouses with the high collar but covered in lace from the decorte up so that their pushed up breasts showed a good amount of cleavage. Their hair was in that fluffy updo, their dresses in charming pastel colors, the corsets emphasizing their tiny waists and voluptuous hips. The blonde was so very obviously pressing her generous bust into him, rubbing the side of her breast against his arm. And Jean seemed to be enjoying himself, taking it all in stride, as if having two attractive young women latching onto him was the most normal thing in the world.

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