Blood, wine and water

Blood, wine and water

Written by Txelleta

Translated by Kurisu

Disclaimer: Shingeki no kyojin characters do not belong to me. They are propriety of Hajime Isayama.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Swearing.

Synopsis: Levi has had a nightmare that keeps him awake. Guilt is eating him inside out and he needs to clear his mind. He then decides to take a relaxing bath in the stream near the castle. An unexpected encounter is going to take place at the riverside. [Levi, Mikasa]

Chapter 1

There she was. Her copper hair up in two ponytails, her easy smile, her green eyes and both hands at her back, she was calling me. The Survey Corps uniform suited her well. She approached me until she was in front of me. She tilted her head while her fingers caressed my jaw. She was so pretty. Isabel had always been the kid I wanted to protect..., and I couldn't.

She moved her hand to my shoulder and, as her face approached mine, she whispered, 'I'm dead because of you. You were wrong, big brother'.

Her words shocked me, but I couldn't deny them. It was my fault. Only mine. No one else's. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists hard. 'I'm sorry', I whispered in a low voice. She slowly moved away from me, caressing my jaw again. She was leaving. She backed away several steps, with her arm raised, holding her hand towards me. 'Isabel, no...', I said while I stretched out my hand to take hers. But when I brushed her fingers, the only thing left was blood. I looked down at my hands stained with that crimson liquid. I touched my cheeks. They were sticky. At my feet a red puddle had formed. My mistake killed her. It was all my fault.

'Captain Levi'. I turned around when I heard that soft voice behind me. There she was. Petra, as always, radiated an aura of kindness. She looked at me with her amber eyes and no hint of reproach. She moved her lips to say one more word, but blood began to flow from her nose and it spread to her cheeks. No matter how much I ran towards her, the distance that separated us did not seem to shorten. When I got by her side it was already too late. She lay on her knees with her empty eyes fixed at the sky. 'You abandoned us... You left us to die, captain... It was all your fault...', she articulated with her inert mouth.

I suddenly opened my eyes with a gasp and sat bolt upright in bed. I squeezed the white sheet tightly between my fingers. I looked at my hands. There was no blood whatsoever. They were completely clean. «Then why do I feel so dirty?», I asked myself. The back of my neck was sweating profusely. It was hard for me to swallow my own saliva. I lowered my legs from the bed, uncovering my body. I curled up. I buried my face in my hands and rubbed it several times Nothing. The pain was still there, sinking somewhere in my body, reminding me that I'd failed. My friends, my squadron, they were all dead. They'd trusted me, they'd placed their lives in my hands. They'd done what I'd ordered them to do, and now they were all dead. All because of me. «My fucking fault».

My body was sweaty and sticky. «How disgusting». I got up, took a clean pair of pyjamas from the dresser and left the room quietly, ready to take a bath. I went down the stairs inside the castle, where the Survey Corps' soldiers were housed, and I reached the front door three floors below.

Outside the building, I felt a soft breeze caressing my face. A waning moon illuminated the darkness. I trampled the grass with my bare feet as I moved towards the stream near the castle.

When I reached the bank of the stream, I stripped off the white shirt I used to sleep on and took off my black trousers. I left the clean pyjamas next to the dirty clothes, making sure they didn't touch. Luckily, that night was not too cold. I got into the river and the water reached my hips. It was cold and crystalline. I submerged my whole body, including my head. I closed my eyes and wished to abandon myself; to forget everything and everyone; to forget what I'd done and what I had yet to do. I was there, at that moment, sitting on the bed of the stream while its water flowed over my head. I wished the water could cleanse my mind, as it did my body. I pulled my head out to breathe.

I moved near the riverbank, where the water was shallow, and leaned on its vertical margin. I wrapped my arms around my knees and buried my head in them. «Isabel, Farlan, Petra, Auruo, Eld, Gunther. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...» I had to protect them, to keep them safe, and they died fighting the titans, devoured, crushed. A lump had begun to form in my throat and it bothered me. He was humanity's strongest man. «Ha! What nonsense! I'm a man, just a man». I hugged my knees more tightly to avoid crying, but I couldn't restrain myself anymore. Tears slid down my cheeks and died on my lips. Some slid off towards the river. «I can't. Not anymore. I can't take it anymore». It'd been several years since my friends had died and a couple of years since the annihilation of my squad. And it still hurt.

I bit the top of my knee to fight down the sobs. It was inconceivable that humanity's strongest man was crying. «I can't fall apart. I can't be weak. Because I carry all your hopes on my shoulders. That's the reason I can't be weak».

A warm hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped. I turned my head to see who it was.

'Are you alright, captain?', a black haired girl with grey eyes asked. Only she'd be seen wearing that dirty red scarf. She was crouched on the edge of the stream.

I examined my knees as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. I lifted my body pressing my hands against the bed of the stream and sat in a more comfortable position. «That stupid damn brat has caught me crying. Me! Sobbing like a fucking kid who misses his mom. I'm an imbecile».

'Leave'. My voice trembled. «Just great».

'Are you really fine?' She pressed her fingers lightly against my shoulder.

'Go away!' I shook her hand off my shoulder. I didn't want her to see me like that. Crouched as she was, she leaned in closer to me. The brat clearly didn't get it.

'Does something hurt, captain?' She brushed my shoulder with the back of her fingers. 'Do you need help?'

'Just go away, you shitty brat'.

And this time she understood. She stood up, turned on her heels and I barely heard her footsteps while she was leaving. The brat was as silent as a mouse. With the back of my hand I wiped the tears from my face. It was just water mixed with salt, yet the lump in my throat remained. It really didn't sit well with me that the damn brat had seen me like that: so weak.

I stretched my arms and rested them along the margin of the riverbank. I let my head fall back, looking at the stars and the soft light of the moon. My eyes closed. I wanted to stop thinking, but it was impossible.

I'd been working with the new squad for almost two years. The Jaëger brat, who looked like a fucking puppy, was always following my steps. The little blond, who despite having had a growth spurt, was still too delicate and too smart for his own good. The fucking horse-face. I really liked to make Jean clean the stables at the drop of a hat. Miss Braus, with that insatiable appetite. —It was incredible that they had to secure the Survey Corps' storages behind padlocks in order to prevent that woman from devouring all the food—. The shaved brat, Connie, who was after Miss Braus. The blondie, shy and a little fearful Historia. The beginning of a smile appeared on my face. I was glad there was someone shorter than me. And I shouldn't forget about the best soldier I had: Mikasa Ackerman. Always calm. Always strong. Always firm. Except, of course, when Eren was in danger or being bullied or some other shit. When that happened, the number one brat disappeared, and the jealous, loyal and overprotective sister made an appearance to annihilate all threats that loomed over Eren, either a mosquito or a titan.

The brat had to learn to control herself. If she didn't, one of these days she'd end up dead, devoured or crushed. Like all those who'd been by my side. And I didn't want to see her dead. I didn't want the weight of her death on my shoulders too. She was the best, and with time, she'd be even better than me. I had no doubt about that. I didn't want to see reddish blood trickle down her inert body. «I'm having too many shitty thoughts tonight».

Thinking about Ackerman's death didn't do me any good. Nor the knowledge that, someday, my squad would die out there, fighting against those disgusting vermin to protect people who deserved to die. It wasn't fair. But nothing was in the world. I should've been used to it already, though there were truths you never got used to.

I heard steps behind me. The brat again. This time, fortunately, she didn't find me crying. She was wearing the Survey Corps uniform and the red scarf wrapped around her neck. She was holding a bottle of good wine and a couple of glasses. The brat surely had forced the lock in the warehouse to pick up that bottle. «Little thief! Where the hell had she learned to steal like that? I didn't teach her, that's for sure».

She left the glasses and the bottle near the shore and sat down on the ground to unlace her boots. She then rolled up her trousers up to her knees and sank her feet in the water, while keeping her backside on the margin of the river. She took the bottle of wine, previously uncorked, and filled a glass with two fingers of that soft, crimson wine. She handed me the glass, which I grabbed by the top. She repeated the steps, filling in the second glass. She put the bottle on the floor and swallowed the contents of her wine glass in a single gulp.

'You're a minor, Ackerman. You can't drink alcohol', I said with not too much conviction.

'Then you should hurry up with the drinking, captain,' she answered as she refilled her glass, 'because I intend to drink it until it's empty'. This time she filled only half a glass.

I drank my glass of wine in one gulp and extended my arm for a refill. She filled my glass halfway, just like hers. I went back to drink. The sweet liquid slid down my throat, leaving a soft aftertaste in my mouth. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She was sitting to my left, gently moving her submerged feet on the transparent water. Her right hand was resting on the grass, close to mine. She held the glass with her left hand, near her chest, while looking at the stars. She held the glass up to her lips and sipped gently.

'What are you doing around here still awake this late?', I asked. «Dressed in the uniform, too. Didn't she go to sleep?»

'And you?', she asked as her fingernails rattled against the glass.

'None of your business'. I turned my head, trying to avoid looking at her face.

I held the glass close to my lips to drink. I emptied the glass and stretched it out for another refill. Obedient as she'd never been, she filled three quarters of my glass this time.

I kept watching her. The soft light of the moon highlighted her pale skin and her black hair. I knew she had gray eyes, but at that moment they were hidden under the white reflection of the moonlight. Her lips were thin. Fool me, I caught myself looking at her again. She noticed, because she locked her gaze on mine, without blinking and without any shame whatsoever to the fact I was naked under the water. My stare didn't faze her. «When had that woman ever been intimidated?», I thought to myself.

'Do I have a stain?', she asked without looking away.

'No'. I felt a blush climb up my neck, but I refused to be the first to look away. The fucking brat wasn't going to beat me. No fucking way.

'Fine', was her answer.

Then, after a few seconds had passed, she looked again at the sky. «I won! She was the first to look away». It was then that she placed her right hand gently over mine. She moved her fingers back and forth, caressing me. She drank. She pampered me. I drank. She comforted me. I trapped her fingers between mine and caressed them with my thumb. She replied with a gentle squeeze. Her long nails. Mine trimmed. Hers, a soft touch. Mine, rough. Both clean and pale.

'Today', Mikasa began, 'I couldn't sleep'. She shook her head. 'That's not right. Actually, I know I won't be able to sleep today'. Her lips formed a half smile.

'Can I ask you why, Ackerman?'

'Go ahead. Ask if you're curious'. This time she gave a bitter smile.

'Why won't you sleep today then?' I took another sip of wine.

'Because...', she bit her lower lip softly, 'today, eight years ago, my parents were murdered'. She breathed through her nose. She kept stroking me with her thumb. 'My biological parents, I mean'. She drank again. One sip and then another. Then, in a single gulp, she emptied the glass.

'I'm sorry, Mikasa'. I really felt it. The girl had a soft smile on her face. She filled her glass on the ground with one hand while she still held my hand. 'I suppose I won't be able to sleep either'. Now it was my turn to empty the glass.

'A nightmare?', she asked looking at me. Her gaze was soft. She lacked that threatening nuance that she used to have in her eyes.

'Bad decisions that turn into nightmares', I replied.

She stroked my hand. A few minutes passed without any of us saying anything. We'd drank the whole bottle and during that time we hadn't stopped caressing each other's hands. There was a certain tenderness in that simple contact. Her warmth was comforting. Then she moved her hand away from mine and stood up. She said something that caught me off guard.

'Do you mind if I take a bath with you, captain Levi?'

'As you wish'.

She moved away from the shore and began to undress. She first took off her red scarf carefully, folding it and placing it on the grass gently. It was very dirty and I didn't understand why she treated it with that much care. The garment needed about fifty washes at least. The next piece that she took off was her jacket, featuring the wings of freedom on the back. She threw it on the ground with little concern. Then she started to unbutton her white blouse. She treated it with the same disregard as the jacket. Now I could see her white back in the moonlight. Maybe it was because of the wine, or because I'd become a pervert in only a few seconds, but her bare back turned me on. «Shit! She's just a brat!» Then she unbuttoned her pants and revealed cream-colored panties on a perfectly rounded butt. I swallowed. I'd seen that pair of buttocks holstered in her uniform pants a million times. Why did I find them such an appetizing vision now?

She put her hands behind her back to undo the bra. A simple click and the undergarment fell. Then she slid her panties down her long and probably silky legs. Ackerman started to turn around and I looked away. «I'm a fucking pervert. I haven't had a good shag in a while. That's all».

I watched as one of her feet began to slide into the water. «She's only a brat and I'm a huge pervert for thinking like that». She sat next to me with her shoulders sticking out. She folded her legs and rested hers arms on her knees. There were droplets of water on the tips of her black hair. Over time it'd grown and now reached down to her shoulders. I'd never paid attention to her. Not like that. She'd never piqued my interest because she was a brat. «Brats are snooty and dirty». But was I paying attention now. She didn't look like a girl, but a woman. She had womanly curves for a brat.

Her skin seemed smooth and soft. I wanted to touch it. I closed my hand into a fist to avoid my impulses. I contemplated her chest and the curves that outlined her firm and turgent breasts. I wanted to lick her. I could have grabbed one of those pretty breasts and wrapped it entirely around my fingers.

I wanted to see more, but Mikasa's arms and legs hid her alluring parts and it annoyed me. I clicked my tongue in displeasure. To see a few more inches of her skin, I had leaned towards her and I hadn't even realised it. She moved her arms away from her knees and examined her entire body.

'Where did I get dirty, captain?', she said while looking at me with those silvery eyes full of mischief.

'No...' I swallowed hard. She'd caught me gazing at her. 'You didn't dirt yourself. You're completely clean. «What with this obsession about stains? It's not like I am a cleaning maniac myself. Of course not».

'Ah! As you were watching me so intently, I thought... I thought I'd stained myself'. She smiled sweetly. «What the hell! Since when could Ackerman look adorable? Definitely, if Hange found out about this, she'd make fun of me by saying I am a pervert midget».

'Excuse me,' I began to say, 'it's just that...' «Just what? What could I say? Excuse me, but your naked body made me horny? That I didn't notice you have grown to be a fine woman? No, no, wait. This one is better: That I can't repress my dirty thoughts of all the things I want to do to you? Yes, I'm sure I'll seduce her with that». 'Nothing', I finally said shaking my head.

'Can I...' She licked her lips. «Does this brat even know what she's doing to me?» 'Can I ask you a personal question?', she asked as she locked her silvery eyes on me.

'Sure'. «Sure, ask me if I feel like rolling in the hay with you. You'll be surprised».

'Do you...' She looked away from me. «Ashamed, perhaps?» 'Do you think I'm attractive? I mean, if you think guys would like me'. She fidgeted with her fingers. She was nervous. 'It's just that, well, with the body I have, with my abs. Well, I don't know... And, well, as you're a man, maybe you could tell me'. She put her hands under the water, letting them rest between her thighs.

'Of course boys would like you, Ackerman'. «Goodness, if she knew that probably half the boys touched themselves thinking about her, all of those stupid uncertainties would vanish from her mind».

She pounced on me. The upper part of her body was exposed. «Fuck, Levi, don't look. Don't look at her breasts. Look at her eyes. That's it. Good boy». She put her hand on my shoulder and with the other she grabbed one of my hands to put it on her belly.

'Can't you see?' She rubbed my hand against her firm abs. «Her skin is so soft». 'I have the abs of a boy', she said.

'Tsk, brat'. Now it was me who took her hand. I held it on my crotch. She blushed when she realized what was the bump she was touching. 'This'. I moved my other hand to gently brush against the folds of her labia. She opened her eyes in surprise. 'And this. That is the differences between a man and a woman. Not some fucking abs'. «They are very pretty, by the way».

'Captain, you are too straightforward at times'. She flashed a warm smile. I let her go and she resumed her initial position. 'So, as a man, would you sleep with me?' There was amusement in her eyes. I noticed that the wine had affected both of us, so I played along.

'In the water or on the grass?'

'On the grass', she replied casually.

And, for the third time that night, the girl surprised me. She got up, left the river, and sat not too far away, with her knees bent on each side of her body. She was waiting for me. So I did what was demanded of me. I got up and approached her.

Mikasa, looking like the most precious being in the world, laid back, stretched her legs and raised her arms above her head. She was like one of those fairies appearing in children's tales. «Although a child shouldn't read about these things, of course». She was lying down, as if she knew she had all the power in the world and all my attention on her. Well, she had it. Why deny such an obvious truth?

I lay down on top of her, gently parting her legs to get between them. Her skin was moist and soft. I leaned on one of my arms to keep her from supporting all of my weight and then I caressed her jaw with my free hand. I placed it on her cheek and brought my lips to hers. I kissed her gently. Just touching each other's lips. I kissed her again. And again. I pressed my thumb against her jaw to move her lips apart and, this time, the kiss deepened. With the tip of my tongue I moistened her lips and then kissed her. She caught the rhythm quickly and retaliated. «Yes, this, this is really kissing». My mouth moved over hers, trying to devour her. I caught her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled it. I kissed her again.

Mikasa had her hands buried in my hair and she tousled it. Uncontrollably, I began to rub my whole body against hers. I needed the friction. She let out a sigh from between her lips. I grasped the opportunity to put my tongue inside her mouth. I was going to devour her whole. Nobody would stop me. I slid my hand to her ear and pushed her hair away. I stopped kissing her mouth so I could trace her face with kisses until I reached the lobe of her ear. I wrapped it between my lips and sucked. Then I grabbed it with my teeth and pulled it gently. My breath hit her moistened lobe and her skin erupted in goosebumps. I kissed behind her ear and went down her neck leaving a trail of wet kisses and bites.

I raised myself slightly away from her body. Mikasa's breathing was somewhat laboured. Her lips were redder and desire was easy to read in her wide open eyes. My fingertips slid down the curve of her neck down to her chest. I wrapped one of her breasts around my hand and squeezed it. Then I caressed it. I felt its softness. My thumb and forefinger circled her nipple and I gently pulled it. I bent my head so I could reach its tip with my mouth. I couldn't stop myself and I licked it, breathing hotly over it until it hardened. I smirked. Mikasa's body was very obedient. I put the nipple in my mouth and licked it. She sighed loudly.

I rubbed my abdomen against her mound. Her smoothness down there caught my attention. I wanted to uncover the mystery. I pulled away from her warm body and sat between her legs. Bending her legs to the knees, I spread them until she was bare to my ravenous eyes. I swallowed hard. The vision ignited my body, burning it inside out. Now I understood why she felt so smooth. There was no sign of pubic hair on her. All of her sex, pink and wet, was exposed.

I looked at her. She was blushing. But me, I was too excited to stop. Without further ado, I tilted my face towards her sex to bring her pleasure. She tried to hold my face with both hands to stop me, but she couldn't. I spread her folds with two fingers and I buried my face in her. It was wet and warm. I licked her from bottom to top. She tasted salty. Mikasa moaned. I licked her again and she moaned again. That pleased me more than I expected and it aroused me.

I moved my mouth near her clit. Using the tip of my tongue I began to arouse her. «Fuck! I want to make her as excited as I am». Her hands moved from my face to the back of my head and she stroked my hair. I pulled out a bit and stuck my tongue out repeatedly against her erect button. She sighed. Her body was warmer around me. Her hands now started to shove my head against her sex. She wanted more. I brought my hand to her vagina, caressing her entrance with my fingers. While I kept licking, I stuck my index finger in her warm, wet and narrow cavity. It slipped in effortlessly. Mikasa let out a gasp of pleasure. She'd liked it. I smiled, pulled out my forefinger and held it together with my middle finger. Then I introduced both fingers at the same time. Mikasa responded with another gasp, arching her back a bit and shoving my head towards her. I loved her reactions. I was delighted to know that the pleasure she felt was because of me.

I hastened the rhythm of my mouth and she squirmed. My body was warming and my cock was hardening. Mikasa's fingers again pushed my head against her to create more friction. She was restless. «I'm also eager to sink between your legs, brat».

I searched with my fingers for that special rough area within her narrow cavity. The pleasure point inside her. When I found it, I rubbed my fingers against the hot wall. Mikasa moaned louder and lifted her hips, offering herself to me. Her hands pressed me against her as she rocked her hips against my face. At this rate she was going to smother me, but she was so wet and ready, it wouldn't be long before she came.

Her inner walls throbbed around my fingers. Her whole body was tense. But I was not going to let her come so easily. Against her wishes, I turned away from her.

Mikasa snorted angrily because I hadn't given her what she was craving for. I covered her with my body and leaned on my arms. I looked her in the eyes. She was so needy.

'What's the matter, Miss Ackerman?', I asked slyly. I brushed the tip of my erection against the moisture between her legs: a combination of her fluids mixed with my own saliva.

'You are exasperating'. She took a deep breath and adjusted herself under me. Mikasa slid her arms under my armpits and wrapped them around me. 'So? Are you going to do it or not?' I didn't wait for another response from her. She wanted and needed me.

I slid my hand between the two of us to move her lips apart. I brushed intentionally against her clit and she spread her legs wider. I put the tip of my member into her narrow cavity and slipped in with one long thrust into her. I grunted. The pleasure was hard and unstoppable. Mikasa complained about the intrusion, burying her nails on my shoulders.

'Beast', she scolded me.

I pulled out slightly to enter her again. «Oh! Fuck, so good». Her tightness squeezed and enveloped me completely. Then I pulled almost all the way out and entered her again with increased strength. I gasped. Mikasa had scratched my back as she arched hers. I repeated the movement to bring us even more pleasure. A whimper escaped from her lips. However, she didn't ask me to be gentler. I buried my cock inside her again. Heat enveloped me. I couldn't help it: I moaned.

I buried my fingers in the earth around her shoulders to hold myself down. I needed the support to thrust even harder into her. With each thrust, Mikasa moaned and squirmed, but it wasn't enough. I needed to go deeper, deeper inside of her, to fill her with my whole being.

With my hands covered in dirt, I placed her legs around my hips. I licked my lips obscenely while looking at her. Mikasa held onto me tighter.

I pulled back almost completely and buried myself again in the tender flesh of her sex. She gasped and tensed around me. I bit her shoulder gently as I tore the earth with my fingers. It was too hot and I couldn't stop. I began to penetrate her with force, increasing my rhythm, faster and faster.

I could feel she was getting wetter, because I could slide in with less effort. A tingling went through my whole body. It made me want to go a step further.

She was moaning. Her nails were scratching my skin and her legs were wrapped around my hips. I could feel her heels pressing harder on my ass to sink me deeper inside her, to fill her completely. I rammed into her harder and faster. She was tight, throbbing and wet around me. For me. She was panting. She was calling for me. She was asking for more. Faster. Stronger. Further inside her.

I sank my face between her breasts. I grasped her thighs and lifted them a few inches as I entered her again. Just as her body begged for. Harder, stronger and faster.

Mikasa buried her hands in the grass as she tightened around me even more. She reached the orgasm she'd been craving for. The shrill wail she let out was my undoing.

I knew I shouldn't come inside her. It was wrong, but I couldn't hold back. My orgasm overwhelmed me and I released all the accumulated tension. My cock started to contract uncontrollably. With each spasm, I poured my warm seed inside her. I was gasping, moaning and growling, although I wasn't aware of it. With a few final thrusts, I poured everything inside her.

I needed air. I tried to deepen my breaths, but it was difficult. My breathing was forced. I relaxed my whole body and lay on top of Mikasa. She was also breathing agitatedly. I still had my head between her breasts. I felt tired and relaxed at the same time. Her hands were caressing my hair. I was very comfortable. Somehow, that little girl made me feel safe. And that made me feel calm. Right then I felt truly alive.

I closed my eyes and I tried to rest on Mikasa's chest. And I saw them again. All of them. The knot in my throat that had disappeared formed again. My eyes became damp. «Definitely, I'm an idiot».

A murmur from Mikasa broke my train of thought. 'It wasn't your fault...'

The pain I'd kept inside for so long broke free within the silent tears that were falling from my eyes into her breasts. Mikasa kept stroking my hair softly. Kneading it. Offering me comfort. For the first time, crying didn't seem wrong or weak.

A few minutes later, I dried the damp trail my tears had left. I pulled out of her gently and I knelt between her legs.

There was semen and blood. I swallowed. It was probably the first time the brat had laid with a man and I hadn't been careful enough. I'd used her to free myself. Ackerman sat up and gently rubbed the bones of her pelvis.

'Does it hurt?', I asked with apprehension. «Of course it hurts, idiot».

'For a midget you weigh quite a lot. Your body has been squashing mine for a while, and now it hurts a little'. She looked oddly at me.

She cleaned her body in the river while I watched her. Then I did the same.

Once we were clean, we dressed in silence. Nonetheless, I was the adult and I felt I had to say something, to apologize. I picked up my dirty pyjamas and made a ball with them. «That'd be the correct thing to do. Apologize for hurting her. That's it. I'll look up, look her in the eye, and apologize. It's not that hard».

'Are you listening to me, captain Levi?' A mild reproach could be heard in her voice.

'No, I wasn't. What were you saying?'

'Nothing'. She sighed. 'Let's go back'. She took my hand and, as if I were a child, she led the path towards the castle.

We went inside the building. As she walked she barely made any noise. The same couldn't be said about me. We started going up the stairs. She still held my hand. On the second floor there were the women bedrooms. However, she didn't stop there. Instead, we went up to the third floor. There we walked down the corridor until we reached my room.

She quietly opened the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. The bed was unmade, just as I'd left it before leaving. She made me wait in the middle of the room as she took the ball of dirty clothes from my hands and threw it into the laundry basket. She took my hand and guided me to the bed. With a wave of her hand, she told me to lie on it. I obeyed.

I was on my side, looking at her. She covered me and sat on the pillow. She leaned her back against the wall and raised her feet on the bed. She'd comfortably settled in my room unconsented. Then she held her hand towards me. I took it between mine. Her skin was soft.

'Even if you call me a brat, I'm old enough to know what has happened. Don't feel guilty. We both needed it'.

'I used you'. I squeezed her hand between mine.

'I used you too'. She leaned over my ear and whispered to me, 'And, after all, I enjoyed it'. She moved away from me with a smile. 'Come on, sleep. I'll wait'. She squeezed my hand gently.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. A few minutes later, I noticed she was moving her hand away. She slowly got up, brushed my fringe away and whispered, 'Good night, Levi', followed by a kiss on my forehead.

I watched her leave as silently as she'd appeared. I turned my body towards the place where she'd been sitting. It was warm. I drew my hand near my nose and inhaled. She'd left her smell. With a smile on my lips, sleep overcame me. My last thought was that... Mikasa... Mikasa smelled really good.

Note from the author:

Hi!

I'm Txelleta. I hope you have enjoyed the reading! This was the first fanfic I wrote, 4 years ago, which was originally in Spanish. Last year, my beta-reader and me decided to revise it and we noticed many errors that we weren't aware of during the time of the first version.

Just this summer my friend Kurisu has translated the fanfic from Spanish to English. I am very excited and I love the final result! I have to express my gratitude to the two beta-readers of the present English version (another friend of mine and my original beta-reader), who have perfected the first draft written by Kurisu. Many thanks to them for their work.

Sincerely, I hope you liked the fanfic. Any opinions will be well received :)

See you!

Txelleta :3

P.S.: There is a second chapter! (+18, too, if you know what I mean). If you liked the first chapter, let us know in the comments and we will force Kurisu to translate the second chapter in the most despicable ways! Hue, hue, hue!

Note from the translator:

It's finally done! F.i.n.a.l.l.y! Hahahaha Had a great time but really, the sex scenes are truly hard to translate (pun totally intended) ;D.

Hope this amateur translation (english is not my native language) motivates the author to write more and makes this fanfic, and her other works, available to a wider public. You will not be disappointed if you search for her other works (in Spanish).

Kurisu