You and Makarov are lovers, to the point you see eachothers as fiances, always understanding eachothers needs, feelings and stuff like that. You two had fun with eachother, albeit him having to cause a WWIII, you didnt care, it was Makarov, and you loved him dearly for the way he certainly is. And he loved you for the way you were, aswell.

One night, in your guys' room, you and Makarov were sitting on the bed, with your back exposed to him as he burned his cigarettes on your back, it was a pleasuring feeling to you.