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You’d been drinking. Not a lot, but between the cups of ale you’d had with his Squad and whatever was in that strange brew Hange had given you, he’d noticed you had a lovely drunk blush on your cheeks. Oh yes! He’d noticed, he’d been noticing you all night. How your laughter was a little bit louder, your eyes a little brighter, and especially the way your hips swayed a little bit more. There was a lightness to you tonight that seemed so free. It was magnetic.
Like a true social butterfly, you were mingling with everyone, floating through the room dancing with people, starting a million conversations with strangers, sharing inside jokes with friends. It was a side of you he’d never seen before and would be lying if he didn’t find it refreshing and endearing. Especially when every so often he’d see you scanning the room and asking for him.
It was a not so well kept secret that the great Captain Levi had a soft spot for you, and you for him. Everyone knew, but nobody spoke of it (not even Hange).
The truth is you were a medic, a good one, and that fascinated him. Over the past five years, you’d been this strange constant in his life. Levi had lost count of the number of times he’d seen you practically go through hell and back again to save someone from certain death armed with nothing but your stubbornness, and WALLS did he not find your blood-soaked, disheveled appearance fucking desirable when you succeeded and flashed him a proud demonic smile (’See Captain, a little faith goes a long fucking way’).
Between missions, meetings and the occasional midnight cup of tea, the conversations became more personal and it gave Levi the chance to get to know you. All of those moments added up, and soon without even trying you became someone important to him, someone who took up way too much space in his thoughts.
Levi knew you felt the same, but for so long no lines were ever crossed.
‘There you are, Levi!’ Your voice boomed.
Until today.
He turned to see you running to him, bright-eyed and with your hair flying all over the place lose from its standard braid. Waving one arm at him, and a bottle (that looked suspiciously like whatever disgusting drink Hange had been offering) in the other.
‘I’ve been looking EVERYWHERE for you!’ You gasped out of breath.
‘Well, you’ve found me.’ He responded dully taking note of how your blouse had become a bit undone.
‘What are you doing here all alone, Levi?’
‘You always drop my title when you drink.’ He thought. ‘I wonder if you’re aware you only do that with me.’
‘Needed the fresh air. All of those fucking drunks acting like pigs were giving me a migraine.’
‘Hey! I was one of those said pigs,’ you giggled flashing the bottle, ‘and since you reek of boredom I would like to propose you come get fucking drunk with me! I found a really cool spot I want to take you and BEFORE you start with excuses, I will NOT take no for answer. You’ve been dodging me all night, don’t think I didn’t notice.’
He sighed, pretending to give in and a few moments later he found himself on a rooftop looking at the stars sharing a bottle of some questionable alcohol with you.
‘The sky is pretty clear tonight, maybe we’ll see a shooting star.’ You voiced out loud as you passed him the bottle after taking a generous swing.
‘Hm.’
‘If we see one, what would you wish for?’
‘Better booze.’ Levi said as he took a sip of the bottle, absolutely not thinking about how your lips had been on it a few seconds ago. Plumb lips. Tempting lips. ‘This is revolting.’
‘It is, but it was the only thing I could sneak out.’
‘Probably because nobody else wanted it.’
‘True, but at least the alcohol in it is strong enough to disinfect anything it comes in touch with. I have only your best interests at heart.’
Levi’s lips twitched at that, and when he turned to hand you the bottle back he realized that you were sitting close to him. Very close. The tips of your hair brushing his shoulder with the light breeze.
Levi coughed looking away (but not moving away). ‘What would you wish for?’
‘For this night to not have to end.’
‘How romantic of you.’
‘Levi...’ You whispered, ‘I don’t want tomorrow to come.’
‘It still will though.’
‘Yeah... it still will.’
Silence fell over the both of you, but despite it being comfortable Levi was trying to think of ways to make you feel comforted not comfortable.
‘I know what you're trying to say. I wish I could promise you what you want me to promise you. I wish I could promise you everything will be alright.’ he thought. ‘Jesus you’re terrible at this.’
That’s when he felt it, the tip of your pinky brushing lightly over his.
Levi’s heart stopped when he felt the light contact of the pad of your fingertip ghosting over his. When it didn’t move he decided not to pay any mind to it bitterly thinking, ‘It’s nothing...an accident.’
But after a few seconds---27 to be exact, your pinky moved again. Again! Only this time it wasn’t an ‘accidental brush’. No, this time your pinky moved more deliberately, over his, caressing the top of his, one, two, three...four times! Before coming to a stop, more firmly than before. The hairs on his arms and back of the neck stood up almost painfully as blood rushed to his ears.
‘Is this okay?’
He could barely hear you over the sound of his own heartbeat.
‘yes.’
And then you curled your finger around his and squeezed.
All of a sudden Levi was acutely aware of every inch of his skin, and how you set it on fire. His heart was beating strongly in his chest and the thought that you could hear it through the silence was terrified him. Choosing to focus instead on how the air around the both of you thickened, Levi momentarily questioned if he’d forgotten how to breathe.
But he wasn’t just aware of himself...no. He was also incredibly aware of YOU! Grey eyes drifted to you wondering if you were as affected by this as him. If you were crumbling for him the way he was for you. If he’s breaking you the way you’re breaking him.
Levi knew you had a talent for sheltering your emotions behind a mask, but he needed to know...
‘Is your heart beating as fast as mine?’
...so very slowly, careful not to release your finger, he maneuvered his hand slightly under yours. And after making you wait 28 seconds traced his index finger on the inside of your wrist...one, two, three, four times before coming to a stop. Right where he felt your heartbeat...
...Beating as fast as a hummingbird. He smirked...you were his victim as much as he was yours.
‘Is this okay?’
‘Y-yes.’
Suddenly all the lines you never crossed were erased with the whisper of a single syllable. You both turned towards each other and locked eyes, saying with no words what you hadn’t said in five years.
In a strange type of standoff you both waited to see what the other would do. Empowered by liquid courage and years of frustration, you raised you free hand towards him slowly watching as he leaned towards it but pausing before reaching its desired destination.
‘Is this okay?’ You teased
Cheeky minx, ‘Yes.’
You rested the palm of your hand on his jaw and caressed his cheek with your thumb making him close his eyes and lean into your touch.
‘You’re so soft, so warm.’
This was new found territory, but you’d been fantasizing about it for years and you’d be damned if you didn’t get to explore it. Fuelled by the power of holding Humanity’s Strongest in the palm of your hand, you traced the contours of his jaw. Lightly scratching his skin before reaching his undercut and leaving your hand them there with a final slightly harsher scratch.
‘FUCK!’ Levi yelled in his mind.
You’d slammed the air right out of his lungs, and if he wasn’t melting under your ministrations he might have felt ashamed at how easy you had him wrapped around your delicious fingers.
His eyes opened, only to be faced with your victorious smirk. Because of course you knew exactly what you were doing, of course you were perfectly aware of the effect you had on him.
‘Brat!’ he joked. 'Two can play at this game.’
Mirroring your movements from before he raised his hand towards your face, only to stop.
‘Is this okay?’ He teased.
You laughed, and played along making a show of presenting your face, ‘Yes.’
When his calloused hands touched your face he watched as you reacted with a full body shudder.
‘Yes!’ He mentally hissed, feeling like he finally had the upper hand over you.
Just as you did before to him, he brushed his thumb over your cheek. You looked absolutely radiant to him, eyes half shut and you lips, those tempting lips, slightly parted because of him.
In an act of self indulgence Levi swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, and noticed your instant reaction. The way your eyes opened slightly at the same time you took in a sharp breath. How your pupils blew open with desire, and a new bright blush covered your cheeks, ears and neck. He smirks triumphantly as he begins to lean into you slowly. Taking in all of your features and burning this moment into the back of his mind. Just as his lips are ghosting over yours Levi stops.
‘Is this okay?’ He whispers, and you can feel the edge of his lips brushing over yours as he speaks every word.
Your eyes lock on his, all the teasing from before is gone as you whisper back ‘Yes!’
Without wasting a single second his lips pressed strongly into yours. The desire and frustration he’d been bottling in for ages exploded, and for the first time in a long time Levi felt true joy at just giving in.
‘More.’ He needed more of you, more of your lips, your touch, your heat...anything you could give him. He just needed more!
The hand that was anchoring you head pushed you closer as his lips continued to tease yours. Nibbling over your bottom lip he silently asked for permission, which you gladly gave him by parting your lips. Levi wasted to time and dove in to taste you, groaning softly as soon as his tongue touched yours.
‘Delicious!’ just like he knew you’d be, even better. You tasted sweet, like spring and he was sure he could spend an infinity tasting your lips and never get tire.
His second hand began exploring the rest of you as your lips melted together. Starting at the swell of your hip, he squeezed at your flesh over your clothes making you moan into his mouth. That made Levi veeeeeery happy. Curious about what other reactions he could coach out of you, his hand continues travelling over your body. Touching, scratching, caressing, grabbing whatever he could, and you were so goddamn responsive that it just made him even more bold. He was living for your whimpers, moans and sighs, not really realizing that for every sound you gave him, he was returning one back.
It was thrilling.
At some point you tried to return the favor, but he stopped you. Tonight was about you, maybe you can find the comfort he couldn’t give you with words in his touch. Besides he was very certain that if he let you touch him, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.
There was so much he was dying to do to you, things that would really give you a reason to blush. In his mind Levi vowed to make sure you both returned safe and sound. He vowed to give you more moments like this, to give you the time you needed for him to treat you the way you deserved. To explore each other without inhibitions. Levi vowed in silence, that this kiss would be the first of many.
This night might come to an end, but to Levi it marked the beginning of something with you. With that thought in mind, he gave himself into the night, into the kiss... into you.
‘I’m yours.’