Turkish Delight

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Summary: Petra takes an inebriated Levi back to his room. [One-Shot]

Titled so cause I wanted to eat some Turkish delight.


Petra was just about to get ready for bed when there was a knock at the door. I wonder who it could be at this hour. Standing on the other side of the door was a fidgety Moblit. "I'm sorry for disturbing you Petra, but I'm in need of your assistance."

"What is it, Moblit?"

"Squad Leader Hange dragged Corporal Levi to show him a new project she's been working on."

"Okay?"

"To make a long story short, he's been drinking all evening to block her out. She's too absorbed in her world to notice." Moblit looked sheepish. "But when I try to sneak the corporal out she notices and yells at me. I need someone to take him back while I distract my squad leader." He figured Levi would feel less uncomfortable knowing it was Petra who saw him in his drunken state.

"Alright," Petra agreed. She followed Moblit to Hange's lab and could only gape at the sight.

The entire place was littered with test tubes, papers, rotted food, and scientific instruments she couldn't name. Petra was half convinced the mess that was Hange Zoe's lab was what really drove Levi to sink into the sweet oblivion of alcohol. Speaking of Captain Levi, where is he?

"I think he's under the table," Moblit said, pointing. "I'll go distract my squad leader now." He walked over to Hange and asked some questions, distracting her successfully as she launched into a lengthy explanation.

Petra walked over the large table and knelt. Levi was sitting crossed-legged, staring at his hands as if they the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen, swaying slightly. "Captain Levi, are you okay?"

"Hmm? I'm fine."

"Would you like to come out now? I'm going to take you away from here." She held out her hand.

Levi took it in relief and Petra helped him stand. He kept swaying so she had to wrap her arms tightly around him to keep him steady. Levi didn't say anything but began playing with her hair. She fought the urge to blush and led him to his room. Should I stay and help him undress? This time she blushed, her thoughts going off in another direction.

Suddenly, Levi's concerned face was right up in hers. His words were slightly slurred. "Are you alright? You're red. Maybe you have a fever." He put his hand on her forehead.

Her nose wrinkled a little from the stench of alcohol on his breath. "I'm okay, just a little tired is all. Here, why don't I help you take these off and get ready for bed." She removed his black jacket and cravat. Levi kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. "I'll get you a glass of water." She went over to the table but the jug was empty. Petra turned around and gasped. "What are you doing?!" She rushed over, putting her hands on his to stop him.

Levi stopped, about to take off his pants. "You said to take them off."

"Not your pants! Keep those on." She ushered him into bed. It was only then she realized he was shirtless. I can't believe he's been hiding such a body under his clothes. She turned to leave before the temptation to feel his abs overcame her common sense.

Levi's arm shot out, hand gripping her wrist. "Wait! I have something to tell you!"

"What is it?"

"Come closer."

Petra leaned in.

"Closer."

She sighed, sitting on the bed and leaning a few inches from his face.

Levi glanced around before whispering softly. "I sometimes sing in the shower."

Petra bit her lips to keep from laughing. Is he serious? Or was it the booze talking? Either way, she knew a certain image was going to keep her up tonight. There was a tug at her hair. Glancing down, she saw Levi looking almost shy. "I, I've wanted to ask you something. But I..." He looked away.

It was too adorable. Petra almost wanted to squeal. "You can tell me."

"Will you..."

"Yes?"

"Will you be my…"

Lover? Wife? Mother of your children? Petra almost slapped herself for her stupid thoughts.

"Will you be my comfort pillow?"

Silence.

His warm breath tickled her cheek. "Petra," he whined, tugging at her hair again.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Levi smiled the tiniest bit, but it was enough to take Petra by surprise. She'd only ever seen him like that...never, she realized. She had never seen him smile. Petra blinked as she lay on the bed, arms out. While she had been lost in her thoughts, Levi had lifted her onto his bed and pinned her under him.

"Err, Captain Levi?"

He made himself comfortable, resting his body against hers, face nestled in her chest. "Comfort pillow," he muttered softly.

He wanted my breasts? Petra tried to push his head away. "What are you doing?"

Levi made a sound of annoyance. He sat up, a scowl on his face. Petra frowned. Superior or not, if he complained about her chest size she was going to slap him. Levi began unbuttoning her shirt. Petra's hands grabbed his to stop him but he was already done.

He settled down again, sighing in contentment. Finally, he thought. Those pesky buttons were digging into his face. Petra tried to get up. Levi grumbled and tightened his hold. What do I do? She stared at the ceiling, face completely flushed.

If she attempted to move, he would resist. Petra looked down, seeing the top of his head. In his drunken state, it would be easy to force him but she didn't want to hurt him. I can always wait for him to fall asleep. It wasn't like she didn't mind their current position. Not one bid, really. Petra wrapped her arms around him. Might as well get comfortable. With some difficulty, she removed her shoes. This could take a while.

She ran her fingers through his hair. She always wanted to feel it, and the undercut, too. His hair's thicker than I thought. She rubbed his head.

"Feels good," Levi moaned into her chest, making her shiver.

"Do you want me to keep going?'" She already knew the answer. He nodded. Petra began massaging his head, enjoying the feeling of his warm, rough body against her. Within minutes, Levi was fast asleep.

Petra sighed. She really didn't want to get up. It was too comfortable. But she couldn't take advantage of him like that. Even if he did enjoy her closeness now, when he was sober, it would ruin the trust she'd spent years to gain. Petra struggled to move him without waking him.

"Guess it can't be helped." She used all her strength to push him off. Levi fell off her, laying on his back, still sound asleep. Must be the alcohol. Petra sat up and stared at him for a few minutes. Stop admiring his beautifully sculpted torso, you perv! Ripping her eyes away from Levi's blissfully unaware form, Petra buttoned up her shirt.

Grabbing her shoes, she snuck back to her room. It wouldn't do well, for either of them, if someone saw her coming out of her commanding officer's room in the middle of the night.

Even if they hadn't done anything, she knew it wouldn't stop the rumors from spreading. Petra sighed in relief as she locked her door behind her. Spotting her half-finished novel, she decided to get some reading done. There was no way sleep was coming easy tonight. Her stomach growled. First I'll get something to eat. Something sweet and yummy.


Levi paced around his room like a caged animal. He growled in frustration, furious with himself. How could he lose control like that? Petra was never going to feel comfortable around him ever again. Not that he could blame her. After what I did. He left his room.

"You, go find Petra and send her to my office fucking immediately!" He barked at the first poor soul who got in his way. The boy's eyes widened in terror and he scampered off. Levi began pacing, too anxious to sit. The knock at the door made him freeze. He cleared his throat. "Come in."

Petra entered and saluted him. "Captain, you called for me?"

"Yes," he replied stiffly. She wasn't glaring, crying, or intimidated. That was a good sign, wasn't it? He shifted uneasily, eyes glued to the floor. "I have to apologize for my behavior last night. It was very inappropriate and if you want to leave, I will understand. I'm sure Hange wouldn't mind having you."

He must feel really bad if he's too ashamed to even look me in the eye. Petra was glad to know he cared so much about her feelings. But she couldn't let the misunderstanding eat away at him. "You were drunk, Captain," she said. "It's okay, I understand."

Levi frowned at her. "You don't have to do that for my sake. Or any other reason. Being drunk isn't an excuse. I'm your superior, I should have known better. It's completely my fault and I'm willing to accept whatever decision you make."

Did he truly not realize she could have handled him if she wanted to? He trained her, he should know what she was capable of and know she was in control of the situation. Was he really so dense? Looking at his face, Petra realized that yes, he really was that oblivious.

"Captain Levi, really, I meant what I said. Stop feeling bad. I could have stopped you if I wanted to." That sounded like she had wanted him to keep going. Which she did. But she didn't want him to know that. "But I figured it was easier if I let you act like a needy puppy who just wanted to cuddle." She mentally slapped herself. Could she not have picked a different simile?

Fortunately, Levi was too busy brooding for the words to really hit him. "Petra, please, don't act so flippant. If you're distressed—"

It was starting to get on her nerves. Did he really think her so weak? She mentally sighed. How could she convince him she really didn't hold last night against him without coming off sounding like some sort of pervert? Petra could really only see one solution. The idea came from the romance novel she had been reading the previous night. But she couldn't do that That'sthat's

Then again, that was kind of the point, her brain pointed out. Right, she nodded to herself. What was there to be embarrassed about? He'd cuddled into her breasts the other night, after all. This wasn't so bad in comparison. Except it had been him feeling her up and not— Ah! Just do it. She moved forward before she could lose her nerve.

"...really shouldn't have—what are you doing?" Levi finally looked at her, eyebrows furrowed as Petra unbuttoned his shirt and removed his cravat. "Petra?" She didn't reply, only continuing to unbutton his shirt. "Petra—"

"Just stay quiet, Levi."

The odd tone of her voice shut him up. Did she just call me— His thoughts were interrupted by the heat of her lips at the base of his neck. Her hands roamed over his body, relishing the feel of his muscles. Levi swallowed and he felt her smile at that. His arms started to rise, fully intent on pushing her away.

Until she began kissing him all around his neck and his arms went limp. Levi felt himself blush, ears tingling. Petra found the spot she wanted it and licked him. Levi's hair nearly shot up at the pleasant shock surging through his body. His mind said gross but his body screamed for more, leaving him frozen in place. It felt so good.

Petra began to suck his soft flesh.

What was that? He thought. Then he realized it was the sound of him moaning. She stopped to kiss his neck a little more before gently nibbling on his skin. The entire process left him flushed and stiff. His body temperature was so high he felt he had a fever of some kind.

After she was done, Petra retied his cravat and buttoned up his shirt. She even combed her fingers through his hair to "fix" it. "There, now you're prim and proper again." Petra stepped back to see Levi's wildly blushing face, eyes wide and overflowing with many emotions, something she didn't usually see. "So Captain Levi, you thought you took advantage of me in your drunken state? Well, I just took advantage of you while you were distressed. I guess that makes us even, right?" She looked very satisfied.

He nodded dumbly.

"Is that all?"

He nodded again.

"May I go?"

Levi could still only nod and stare stupidly at Petra. She saluted him and left, a skip in her step.

After all, who else could claim to give Humanity's Strongest Soldier, Corporal Levi Ackerman, a love bite and render him speechless?


She gave him a hickey XD

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