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You Saved Me - Chapter 2

Summary: Reader and Miche spend the night in the cabin and hope to make it back to headquarters the next day.

MichexFem!Reader

Warning: Other than making the reader say ridiculous things like I normally do, I don’t think there’s anything worth warning

Word count: ~4,100

Y/N stood in the bathroom with the door closed, laughing to herself. The look on Miche’s face was priceless. He refused the cup for a good five minutes, pretending he didn’t have to relieve himself until Y/N told him that she would wait in the bathroom while he did it.

“Are you almost done?” She called through the door.

“Stop asking me!” He yelled back, “You’re putting too much pressure on me.”

She put her hand over her mouth to hide her laugh. She could hear what was happening and heard him unbuckle his pants a couple minutes ago, but still nothing. Maybe he needs a little help. She dipped her hands in the water that was in the sink and started making droplet sounds loud enough for him to hear. Within seconds she heard him groan, finally calm enough to let himself go. It took him a couple minutes, but then he called to her.

“You can come out now,” he invited. She opened the door and walked over. He held the cup up to her with his head down and she took it.

“Is it alright if I drink this?” She pretended, hoping to get a reaction out of him. His head flew up looking horrified, eyes wide.

“What the f—no!?” He shouted and she bent over, shoulders shaking as she laughed hysterically almost spilling his urine. “I hate you so much.” He said smiling at her.

“This is what you get for sniffing me all the time.” She walked to the bathroom, still laughing when she dumped the cup into the toilet and washed her hands, coming back to the room and sitting on the edge of the bed. He hit her with the pillow teasingly.

“Are you going to sleep?” He asked her after a couple minutes of silence. She was looking at the fire.

“Eventually.”

“You should sleep. You did a lot today.” He reached over and pulled on her shirt. “And we still have a trip tomorrow. Of which, you will be doing most of the work.”

She turned around to look at him. She looked tired, she was tired. If not only for the amount of activity they had today, but for the amount of worrying she did over him. While she loved all the captains, cadets and people in the survey, she had a soft spot for Miche. He was the first person to help her out when she became a captain and always gave her encouragement when she felt like she wasn’t doing enough.

She was trying not to think about it, but thoughts of the possibility of what could have happened kept creeping in her mind. He held his arms open to her and she laughed.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She laid back in the bed, getting under the covers and resting her head on his shoulder with his arm around her back. “You know what I was thinking of?”

“What?” His voice sent deep vibrations through his chest that she felt on her cheek.

“Do you remember that expedition we had like four years ago? That supply mission we had to do when we were setting up a base in that forest of giant trees.”

“Yeah, what was that? The treehouse bases thing?” He pulled his arm up to rest on her waist and reflexively rubbed his thumb against her skin, neither of them really taking notice.

“Yes! That one!” She confirmed. “I never told anyone, but when I was sent with Levi and a couple cadets to scout the western side of that forest, Levi told me stay on my horse and he would scout from the trees.” He watched her as she spoke with her hands.

“I remember him saying that.”

“Yeah, so it was maybe like fifteen seconds into that and I heard a snap and Levi’s voice yelling ‘shit’ so I looked up and saw him tangled in a tree with a huge red mark on his face from hitting a branch.”

Y/N looked up at Miche’s face as the low reverberation in his chest from his laugh shook his body. He had such a warm laugh that it had her laughing with him before she was even able to finish her story.

“I just remember his legs kicking frantically trying to get himself loose.” Y/N imitated Levi’s legs kicking with her fingers and they both were laughing hysterically.

Miche let out a snort and they laughed even harder, barely able to breathe. He was covering his forehead with his hand and Y/N was burying her face in his chest, both of them not even able to open their eyes as they laughed.

“Eventually he got himself loose. I just pretended not to see it.” Y/N wiped her tears from laughing.

“God, I wish I got to see that.” Miche was also wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“My first year as a captain.” She sighed. “It definitely helped me get over feeling like a phony.”

“You didn’t think you were a good captain?”

“Not really.” She confessed. “I mean, I was coming in after you, Levi and Hange. How was I supposed to feel?”

“I don’t know, but I was pretty intimidated.” He looked up at the ceiling. “We all knew of you. You moved up through the ranks so quickly.”

“It wasn’t that quick.”

“You’re too critical of yourself.” He glanced at her, lifting his eyebrow. “My whole life, all I knew was the scouts and it still took me ten years to become a captain and I was really proud of that. You started late after a whole different career and made it in seven.”

“Either way,” She looked up at the ceiling. “My motivation wasn’t to make captain, it was to save people and… I’m not being too critical when I say that I’ve failed at that.”

“You are.” He studied her face. Her mouth was set in a hard line, eyes focused on the ceiling, but her mind was somewhere else. “You saved me.” He spoke quietly, his voice so soft the reminder almost came out as a question.

She turned her head to face him, realizing how close their faces were, their noses nearly touching. She opened her mouth with a silent gasp of surprise. Her heart sped up as their breaths mixed in the small space between them.

“I guess you’re right.” She smiled, moving her face back. “You just better be alive when I wake up.”

“I’m not that easy to get rid of.” He smiled and she moved her head down to nestle into his shoulder.

He looked at the top of her head, leaning in to smell her hair, but stopped himself, remembering the comment she made earlier and pulled his head back, resting it on the pillow.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” She hummed sleepily.

“Does it bother you that much if I sniff you?” He wondered.

“Not so much bother me.” She lifted her head to look at him. “Just sometimes I feel like I smell bad. It makes me a little insecure.” His eyebrows moved together and he smiled.

“You never smell bad,” he comforted, trying to restore her confidence. “At least not to me.”

“Oh.” She mouthed, eyes moving around as she thought about it.

“You have a certain smell.” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to explain. “There’s something in the way you smell to me that smells… smells really familiar. It can be quite calming actually.”

“We use the same shampoo, Miche.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who gave me the bottle.”

“It’s not like that. And I gave you that bottle because your other shampoo smelled like shit.” He chuckled. “It was ruining your natural scent.”

He readjusted his body, pulling her in a little closer. The top of her head was resting just under his jaw, while her hips and waist were flush against his side. She curled her arms in front of her and rested them on his chest.

“It’s like a smell you naturally have, under all the other artificial fragrances you add. Your natural, biological, unaffected, pure scent. That’s what smells familiar to me… And I lied. It’s extremely calming to me. That’s the reason I do it so much.”

She leaned her head back peering at him while she thought about it. He stared at her, his bangs in his eyes how they always were with a small smile on his lips. It calms him. That explains why he was doing it so much more today.

“Okay then.” She held her hand up to him. “I guess I don’t mind it.”

He didn’t move. He held his smile, looking at her hand before he reached up to hold it, her hands much colder and softer than his own.

He finally looked at her. His smile slowly grew mischievously. She narrowed her eyes at him as she worried what he was thinking. He quickly moved her hand behind her back and pulled her up to him with his other arm and buried himself in her neck, sniffing everything which had Y/N laughing and squirming.

“Miche! It tickles! Your beard!” She wiggled, trying to get away from the tickling sensation of his beard on her neck.

“Sorry.” He laughed, adjusting his face so his chin wasn’t touching her while he moved forward to take deep inhales of her, breathing in as much of her as he could.

His nose was tickling her ears and jaw while his lips grazed her neck. Y/N’s body responded in a way she wasn’t prepared for. Her heart started beating quickly, pounding in her chest while her breathing became shallow and quick. She could feel her cheeks turning pink and a spark of electricity soared through her body, settling in her stomach. Her hand, now released from his, instinctively went to his waist and up his back, pulling him deeper into her neck, her body wishing for more of his touch.

He felt her pull him in and his breath caught, freezing him in place. His heart was racing when he closed his eyes. He was no longer able to focus on smelling her. Instead all he could think about was his nose in her hair and his lips brushing against her neck. Her soft neck. His hand moved to her hip, squeezing lightly as he tried to steady his breathing. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to slowly pull back.

“S… Sorry.” He apologized again, a tint of pink sitting on his cheeks as well. She smiled awkwardly and laid her head back down on the pillow. Miche’s arms resting on the bed now. They both laid there quietly until they fell asleep.

…..

Fortunately, the rest of the ride back to headquarters was as uneventful as they were hoping. The route was clear of titans and the weather was sunny. A small trace of awkwardness was left between them from the night before, but Y/N continued telling herself it was all in her head. It didn’t help that she woke up to Miche rubbing her head and playing with her hair. She had opened her eyes to find him doing it while he slept. Had he been awake, she could have attributed it to him being as affectionate as he always was with her, but seeing his eyes still closed and small snores coming from him made the action feel slightly more intimate.

She felt his arms tighten a little around her as the terrain got a little bumpier, his head still resting against her shoulder. They crossed over some small creeks and hills, still a third of the trip left to go. He was managing really well. He had woken up twice in the night yelling and sweating, nightmares of his encounter with the beast titan.

“How are you feeling?” She called back to him. He turned to face her, his head still resting on her shoulder.

“As good as I can be.” He closed his eyes and smiled a little.

“Is your leg okay?”

“Better than yesterday.” He looked down at it, the movement bothering him a little, but not like the pain from the day before.

She hoped beyond hope that they wouldn’t encounter any titans. If not for the difficulty of how she will get away, but for Miche’s mental safety. She honestly wasn’t sure what would happen right now if he saw one.

They managed to arrive at headquarters in late afternoon. Her horse definitely deserved some sort of reward for the trip it just made. She settled the horse next to the front, getting Miche on her back as they made their way to the sick bay.

“Gosh, your parents must be proud.” She said, grunting as she pushed her way through the mess hall to get to the sickbay.

“Why do you say that?”

“Giving birth to a titan of a son.” She pushed through the doorway and Miche laughed.

“I told you I would walk!”

“I told you I’m not letting that happen. Dr. Otto?” She called, opening the doors. “Dr. Otto?”

A smaller older man walked into the room as Y/N set Miche on one of the exam tables. She turned to look at the doctor and Miche grabbed her hand, keeping her close to him.

“What’s happened?” He asked, walking over and pushing his circular glasses farther up his nose.

“He was caught by a titan.” She spoke quickly and Miche watched them discuss and fill in notes on a piece of paper. “From what I could see, his left leg has a dislocated ankle and tibial spiral fracture. I’m not sure about his right leg, but based on the swelling and bruising, I think it’s a stress fracture of one of his calf bones. I put a splint on him yesterday afternoon after realigning his ankle and leg. Please check that. As well as stitched the lacerations in both of his legs.” She bit her thumbnail waiting for him to answer.

“We will need to check for any other injuries that he may not be feeling yet.” The doctor wrote some more notes.

“I haven’t checked the rest of his body for any other possible injuries yet.”

“We’ll start there.” He said, taking more notes. Y/N nodded, turning to Miche.

“Can you sit up so I can take your shirt off?” She asked just now noticing him holding her hand and she raised an eyebrow at him, smiling.

“What?” He sat up. “I got nervous.”

She pulled his shirt up and over his head, setting it to the side. Miche started to lean back down, but she held him in place, lifting his arms, checking for any bruising, and pressing various areas on his torso.

“Doctor, may I borrow this?” She held up a stethoscope. He nodded and she put it on, checking Miche’s breathing. “Everything is normal. There’s a bit of bruising around the ribs, but it’s nothing too deep.”

The doctor continued writing notes, looking over his glasses to check the work Y/N was doing. He noticed Miche holding Y/N’s hand and looked from one to the other, smiling then going back to his notes.

“Y/N.” The doctor looked at her and she stood up straight. “I have some iodine in the cabinet in my office, can you bring some along with some soapy water and a rag. We need to be careful of any dirt that may cause an infection on any of these cuts. I will also need some gauze.”

“Yes, sir.” He reluctantly let go of her as she ran to the other room.

“You were fortunate to have had someone with such an eclectic knowledge of medicine with you.” Dr. Otto smiled at Miche over his glasses. “Based on your injuries, it’s really unlikely you would have survived had she not been able to slow the bleeding.”

Miche was about to speak, but smiled instead. The doctor leaned forward, checking Y/N’s stitching and moved to see the bruising on his right leg. He had Miche lie down and checked his ribs while he continued talking.

“She’s a gifted captain, yes,” Dr. Otto sat Miche back up, checking his back. “But she has a talent for medicine that can’t be denied. She is even better than me when I was her age.”

The doctor laughed and Miche smiled lightly at him as he tried not to grimace. There was definitely a gentleness to Y/N’s touch that Dr. Otto didn’t have.

“Sometimes she loses sight of the things she really wants because she’s so focused on everyone else.” The doctor went back to his paper and took notes. “I’ll leave it to you to remind her every once in a while.”

“Me?” Miche laughed shyly, wondering what the doctor meant by that.

Y/N walked in with the all of the items the doctor requested and a few additional ones and set them on the side table. The doctor walked to the sink and began washing his hands while Y/N went to the cabinet near the door and pulled out a wooden brace, setting it near Miche.

While the doctor was gone, Y/N started by cutting the splint she made off of his leg, tossing it in the trash. Then moved up to his belt, looking at him.

“I’m going to take what’s left of your pants off.” She started unbuckling and he nodded, laying down. He moved to help her, lifting up to inch them past his butt, but Y/N objected. “Don’t move your legs. I can get this.” She shimmied them off, being careful not to brush them against his stitches.

The doctor made his way back over and looked at Y/N’s work. Y/N backed up to Miche’s side and this time he wrapped his arm around her hip, holding her right next to him while his other hand held hers. The doctor was checking the stitches from his thigh to his calf. He smiled looking up at her over his glasses, chuckling.

“This is a very good job Captain.” He smiled at her. “You haven’t studied in over ten years, but I can see that you haven’t forgotten.” “Well I did have the best teacher.” She smiled shyly. Miche looked from the doctor to Y/N.

“That you did.” He laughed as he applied the iodine. “Do you think you can remember how to wrap the leg and apply the splint? I imagine I will need to get more supplies if the others might be returning in a similar condition.”

“Have the commander and others left yet or are they still here?” Y/N asked as the doctor took off his lab coat to put on his outdoor coat.

“They received word from a messenger and left about two hours ago.” He put on his hat and left. Y/N turned back to Miche’s leg and he sat up to watch.

“I guess I’m finishing up.” She smiled at him and grabbed the gauze, slowly wrapping his leg, careful not to move it more than needed.

“Why would you have ever quit studying medicine?” Miche asked, his eyes wide as a small smile grew.

“What do you mean?” She looked up from her work. “I told you, I was just tired of not being able to save everyone.”

“I know you want to save people.” He shook his head. “But in the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you as happy or as comfortable… or as focused as you were just now.”

“Really?” She smiled then bit her bottom lip. “I do really enjoy medicine, but I don’t know. It got difficult to see after a while.” She shrugged and finished up the gauze strip, snipping the end and tucking it in then moving on to adding the splint.

“So, when you told me you worked with a military doctor, were you referring to…” Miche nudged his head in the direction Dr. Otto left.

“Working with Dr. Otto?” She nodded. “His wife was a childhood friend of my dad’s. I’ve known him since I was a baby.” She got up, taking the bowl of soapy water to the sink, dumping it and refilling it then walking back over.

“What’s that for?” He wondered.

“Your bath.” She stated in an obvious tone. “I wanted to make sure the water was warm still.”

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not exactly small.” He joked. “I won’t fit in that.”

“Really?” She asked sarcastically. “You not petite? I had no idea.” She grabbed the sponge and soaked it with the soapy water, bringing it to his face and wiping away the dirt from the day before. She grabbed the dry towel she brought and dried his face afterwards. “Lay down.”

He followed and she continued cleaning his arms and chest.

“Do you think you’ll go back to it?” He asked her, his hand moving back to her hip. She smiled a little thinking about his question.

“I hope so.” She leaned forward to reach for his opposite arm. She squeezed the sponge a little too hard and water dripped down his bicep. She watched as the droplet ran over his muscles and down to his shoulder, her face getting hot.

Normally when she was doing things like this, washing, stitching, wrapping bodies, she never looked at the patients as people, only as parts. Similar to an artist drawing the human body, she was focusing so hard on her job that she didn’t realize a lot of the patients were naked or nearly naked. Not to mention she has seen Miche nearly naked a dozen times, she’s even accidentally walked in on him bathing. So, why now was it so different?

It may have been partly due to that fact that since leaning forward, the hand that Miche placed on her hip slipped down past her butt and now gently rested on the back of her thigh. She was desperately trying to ignore it, but it wasn’t helping that he was rubbing his thumb just under the crease of her butt.

“I hope you get that chance.” He smiled, not realizing the trouble his hand was causing her. She took a deep breath, standing back up. She went to the sink to replace the dirty water with clean water, using this time to focus herself again with a couple deep breaths.

Miche watched her from the exam table. Her hands started shaking when she was washing him. He could smell her nervous sweat all the way from the sink. He so desperately wanted to touch her, to grab her and hold her against him, to feel her heartbeat against his. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face.

“Can you lift your head a bit?” She was back with another bowl that she set next to his head.

“Are you going to wash my hair?” He questioned.

“You aren’t going to be getting into a bath anytime soon.” She smiled. “Consider this a service.”

He lifted his head up and she moved the bowl under it, pouring water on top of his hair then quickly shampooing before rinsing it off and trying to drain as much as she could out. Miche sat up, grabbing the towel she left him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your forehead.” She teased. He laughed.

“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?” “Very much.” She laughed and he dried his hair with his towel, moving it back to his typical hairstyle, bangs hanging down. “I brought you some clothes.” She handed over some hospital shorts and a t-shirt. “You probably can’t wear regular pants for a while with this brace.”

“Thanks.” He slid them on.

“You should rest for now.”

“Where are you going?” He asked as she walked away.

“I think it’s my turn to bathe now.” She put the bowl she used to wash him next to the sink, rinsing it out.

“Can I come with you?” She turned around quickly to look at him, her mouth dropped open and he back tracked, his cheeks tinting pink. “I—I don’t mean—I didn’t mean like… that. I just meant that if maybe I could wait in your room… Just so I wouldn’t have to wait here alone.”

“Oh… Okay.” She nodded slowly. “You had me for a second there.” She moved to the desk, rolling out a wheelchair and setting it next to his bed. “Let’s get you in here.” He climbed in the chair and she rolled him to the bottom of the stairs. She looked at all the steps and she quickly slumped over. Miche started laughing.

“I’m sorry.” He tried holding back his laughter. “Really, I can just drag myself up the steps.”

“No,” she sighed, “It’s fine. I have to get you up here anyway. At least it’s only the second floor.”

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