Hello everyone! I've had another inspiration so I am going to write it down. Just as a heads up, I do ballet so this fic will have a lot of ballet terms. This is an AU where they are both professional ballet dancers and are in the San Francisco Ballet. Don't mind if Levi is a bit taller than he should be and if Petra is a bit shorter than she should be. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own SNK or any characters.

Levi remembers the day he saw her at YAGP San Francisco. Erwin was the director at San Francisco Ballet and had asked his top male principal dancer to watch the competition/judge. Well, saying that Erwin "asked" was a bit too nice. Levi had literally been dragged to the theater. After all, Levi tended to avoid these competitions. Newbies always competed and messed up big time. But, Hanji had also pleaded with him.

He remembers the migraine he had had after the first few variations. It had immediately disappeared the moment he saw her on stage. Petra Ral had an elegance to her dancing that he rarely saw. The variation she danced was common, but it had a different effect. She had danced Odalisque from Le Corsaire that day. Most dancers panicked about the load of pirouettes from fourth.

He had watched as her glissade glided cleanly against the floor. The attitude devant had had perfect turnout and beautiful height. The triple pirouettes that she had displayed had been sharp and precise, never stumbling and never falling. There was also a different aspect. She had been smiling. Smiling as if there was nothing better than smashing one's toes in pointe shoes and feeling the pain of lifting the legs up.

After the performances, he had immediately told the others that he wanted her in the San Francisco Ballet. They had all wholeheartedly agreed.

So there she was. Right in front of him. After joining the company, she had risen quickly to the role of principal dancer. She was going to be Odette/Odile for Swan Lake. He had no objections. She was one of the best.

He wasn't surprised that she was to be paired up with him. They were the elite of the elite. So when Erwin told them that they were to be the main characters of the ballet, he simply nodded at her. At break, however, she walked up to him.

"You're Levi Ackerman right?" she asked.

He simply grunted. He already knew her name and it seemed like she knew that. During practice, she was flawless to other people's eyes. Still, one thing bothered him.

"Oi, Petra, keep your knees straight," he said to her.

"My knees are straight!" she exclaimed. She pulled her knees up experimentally.

"As long as you can pull them up more, they're not straight."

"You're not my ballet teacher!"

"I might as well be. I picked you for that scholarship during YAGP," he informed her.

After that, she followed his advice. She kept her stomach held tight and her shoulders back. Her arms were held high and chin lifted up.

Petra Ral idolized Levi Ackerman. She had been watching his performances on YouTube ever since she was little. His jumps were about four feet off the ground and he could do so many pirouettes even though he made it look easy. It frustrated her; it took him no effort while she sweated and worked her butt off everyday.

She practiced relentlessly, determined to make the show enjoyable for the audience. She wanted to make it the most elegant and touching show anyone had ever seen. She went into the rehearsal studios long after everyone had gone home. She usually practiced each variation so much that her toes bled from the effort. Repetitive dancing often helped.

"I can do this," she muttered and played the music.

Levi was pissed. He wanted nothing but to go home and rest. A stupid group of corps de ballet had been gossiping about him again. They admired his "hot as hell body" and wanted to "bang him."

After hearing this, he had glared at them and they had shrunk back. He hated gossip.

Then, he heard music. It was the famous music of Odette's variation. He peeked through the window. Petra was in there, dancing hard and perfecting her extensions. She was sweaty and gross, but her moves were stunning.

He quietly slipped through the door to watch. Her extensions were beautiful and her step up turns were perfect. Even through this, she still managed to find something wrong with her legs. She finally noticed him by the door.

"Hey," Petra said.

He nodded at her in acknowledgement. He helped her again with the variation. It was mainly extra things that she should pay attention to though. She had an artistry that he hadn't seen since the first ballet performance he had seen at the age of four.

After she was done, he heard her stomach grumble.

"Did you eat yet?" he asked.

"No. I was too concentrated on practice. I ignore my body when I practice," she explained.

"Do you want to go eat then? My apartment is right down the corner," he offered.

Levi may have been hard to approach, but he wasn't cruel. He was actually a very nice person deep down. She accepted and they walked to his apartment. Ballet dancers tended to not eat. She took a yogurt and they settled down on his couch.

"Have you been at the San Francisco Ballet for a long time, Levi?" Petra asked. She was determined to dig deeper into this intimidating man that she had idolized since the beginning of time.

"Yeah," he replied.

"When did you start dancing?"

"I was five. I had a talent for it. But, I was bullied all the time and called a sissy. That's why I don't tend to get very friendly with others," he said, fiddling with his food. The TV was on, but neither was watching the program. "What about you?"

"I started at five. I never really thought about competitions until a few years ago. That's when I realized I wanted to be a professional ballet dancer. It spurred me on and here I am," she responded quietly.

After a little conversation, she stood up.

"I should get going,"

He nodded. "Get some rest. We have more practice tomorrow."

He walked her to the door and opened it while she picked up her dance bag.

"See you tomorrow," she said. She hesitated for a moment, and then placed her hand on his cheek, gently stroking it. He reached up to touch her hand and a fiery blush spread across her cheeks. All too soon, she took her hand away, flashed him her smile, and left.

A little time after she left, he lifted his hand to his cheek. It was as if her touch had burned him. He couldn't understand why his body felt overheated, or why his heart was beating so fast.

"Levi? Can you help me stretch?" Petra walked up to him boldly and asked. No one really dared to walk up to him, nonetheless, a girl.

It had been a few days since she had gone to his apartment and touched his cheek. They hung out each day after that, becoming good friends and learning more about each other. But there was a strange electric spark in him whenever he was near her. He still wanted to help her though.

"Sure." To others, it would have sounded irritable and annoyed, but Petra knew that he was speaking with a soft voice. They went to the barre and she lifted her leg onto the bar.

"I need you to lift my leg past my leg. Can you do that?" she asked. He nodded.

She lifted her right leg off the bar so that her leg was about 170 degrees from her other leg. He stood on her left and reached over to grab her calf. He pulled it towards him so that the angle degree exceeded 180. His hand slipped lower to get a better grip on her leg and went to her thigh. To others it probably looked erotic, but it felt right to them. He pulled it down further until she told him to stop. They did the other leg as well.

"Thanks," she breathed out. She grinned at him and he tentatively smiled back. To others, it looked like a twitch of the mouth, but Petra was glad that he made the effort. She was so distracted by him that she didn't see the other dancers glaring at the two of them.

They were saved by Hanji. "Levi and Petra! Petra you're so pretty! Levi, you should totally hook up with her."

Saved was an overstatement. She kept making suggestive comments until Petra was ready to explode. Luckily, Levi came to the rescue.

"Oi what did you want anyway, Shitty Glasses?" Levi deadpanned.

"Oh yeah. Erwin wants to see you two for rehearsal."

And without further ado, Levi dragged Petra away from Hanji and towards the other studio.

Petra's cheeks flared an interesting shade of crimson. Why the heck would Hanji say that? It's not like we're together or anything. We aren't more than friends!

...Are we?

She was so confused. If she felt nothing for him, why did her heart speed up each time she was near him? Why did she want to touch him so much? She shook the thought away. It was not the time to think about this!

"Why do you only have white and black shirts in your closet? Why do you own no pants except for jeans?" Petra rifled through his closet.

"They're different brands. Why are you looking through my closet anyway?" Levi replied, looking up stuff on the computer in his room.

"They all look the same! I was bored so I decided to organize your closet, but your closet is neater than mine! It is official. I am going to take you shopping sometime," the look she gave him wanted no objections. He signed in resignation.

She walked to his bed and sprawled onto it. He stood up and sat down on the bed. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Are you available this weekend? I am going to take you shopping. There's this one outlet mall that's having huge sales. And I am not taking no for an answer," Petra spoke in a voice that allowed absolutely no objections whatsoever.

"Fine," he muttered.

"Yay! Okay, it's settled. I hope you don't have to do much that day 'cause I have to get new pointe shoes. I don't like the ones I have right now."

His eyes traced along her extremely hyper extended legs and her super arched feet. "What's wrong with Freed?"

"They squish my toes and I hate the color," she complained.

He knew in that moment that he was whipped. He could no longer deny that he liked her. He hadn't told her anything yet. "Alright, alright."

Levi sighed tiredly. Petra had dragged him to the mall and bought him clothes. Soon enough, he had new shirts and pants that he didn't even want to look at. They were nice and she had picked them according to his style, but he was just too lazy. Right now, he was driving her to the pointe shoe store and she was chattering away.

"I can't get Chacotts, they're too soft and last time, my feet broke the shank in half within an hour. Grishkos are nice but my toes looked crunched up. Maybe I'll try Russian Pointe this time. I haven't tried them yet," she blabbered.

He didn't mind her talking. Her voice soothed him and he listened to her before making his comment. "Why didn't you ever complain about it before?"

"They've hurt for a while but I didn't have time to go to the store!"

He parked in the parking lot and they entered the store. The storekeeper lady greeted Petra enthusiastically.

"Oh hello, Petra dear! How are you? I heard that you're going to be Odette!" the lady hugged Petra. Then, she spotted him. "Oh my, are you Levi Ackerman? Wow, you look the same as in pictures. I've heard quite a bit about you."

The lady led the two over to the bench and Levi settled himself down on the bench. He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through his texts. Most of them were loads of crap from Hanji.

How's Petra? Where the hell are you? Why aren't you in your apartment? Don't tell me that you and Petra went out! Oh my god! What are you guys doing? Are you guys banging?

Levi sighed and quickly typed something back. No, Shitty Glasses, we are not banging. She forced me to go shopping with her and she needs new pointe shoes so I'm here with her at the shoe store.

He looked up to see Petra standing at the makeshift barre in front of the mirror, looking at her feet.

"I like these," she told the lady.

His phone beeped again and he checked it. Oh so it's a date! How nice! So sweet of you to go with her to buy shoes. I swear, you're actually learning how to speak to women.

He sighed and typed two words. Fuck you.

"Petra, I'll go wait on the car."

Petra turned and threw him the keys. He caught them and walked to the car, going in and waiting.

As soon as the door behind Levi closed, the storekeeper pounced.

"Hey Petra, are you dating the famous Levi Ackerman?" she gushed.

"We are not dating, Nanaba." Petra averted her eyes to the mirror, checking her feet again.

"Or are you? You like him don't you?" Nanaba teased.

"I don't know what to say to that," Petra replied, not taking her eyes off her feet in the mirror.

"Well I think he likes you too, Petra. Stop ignoring your feelings already! Just tell him!" Nanaba urged.

Petra shook her head. "Alright, I want these. Russian Pointes are so comfortable. These are Lumina right?"

"Yup. They're Lumina. I liked Russian Pointe too."

As Petra left, Nanaba spoke up again. "Hey Petra, he's a good guy. I approve."

"We're not dating!" Petra said haughtily, her cheeks flaming. Still, she was grateful towards Nanaba.

"Levi, do you want to practice later tonight? After everyone's left? The performance is next week," Petra said to him over lunch.

"Sure," was the automatic seemingly uncaring response.

Later, they walked into the studio.

"From the top?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yup, from the top," she replied, turning on the music.

So they began the white swan pas de deux, the heartbreak from the song reflecting their dance. The white swan was heartbroken and Petra played that part well, completely in character. Levi resembled Prince Siegfried's character as well, apologetic and caring.

Petra felt a spark between them again. And in that moment, she knew that Nanaba had been right. She loved Levi. She loved him with her heart and soul. She loved his dancing, but most of all, himself. She loved his fluffy dark hair, his quirks and habits, his unusual OCD in everything, and most of all, his steely blue eyes. She felt as if they pierced through her and looked into her soul.

And at the end of their dance, their heads were brought together. She didn't think. She just moved. Her head tilted up and her fingers threaded themselves in his hair, pulling his lips to hers. The moment her lips touched his, something in him broke. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist and he pulled her closer. His mouth moved against hers and she crushed herself against him. When the need for air became too much, they pulled apart, gasping and panting.

She rested her forehead against his and her hands went to his cheeks again. His arms stayed wrapped around her and he sighed contentedly.

"I love you Levi" she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.

He kissed her softly again and replied, "I love you too, Petra."

That night, Erwin got a text from Hanji.

It seems like our wonderful dancer has embarked on a new journey in his life.

Erwin smiled. Finally, Levi could be happy.

It was performance day. It would be a huge understatement to say that Petra was not nervous. She was definitely nervous. Still, she loved the thrill of performing on stage in front of a huge audience. It was part of why she had trained to be a professional ballet dancer. She paced a bit backstage until a pair of arms pulled her against a warm chest.

"Hi Levi," she said. She smiled and turned around, her arms going to his shoulders and her head settling into the crook of his neck.

"Hi," was all she said. He frowned and looked down at her. He knew her too well.

"You'll do great. Don't worry." He leaned down and kissed her nose before fitting his mouth to hers.

"Oi Levi! It's not the time. Get your kinks on later after the performance," Hanji said.

Levi glared at her and threw a punch at her, which she dodged successfully.

"Good luck." Petra and Levi kissed once more and he stepped on stage. She watched as he acted and danced his part perfectly. Finally, her cue came. She took a deep breath and stepped on stage. He threw her a small, reassuring smile. And that moment, she knew she was going to be fine.

As long as Levi was there for her, she would be fine. They would be fine.

The End

A/N: So how was it? I can't write fluff that well. Tell me what you think and if I should continue this or not. Thanks for reading! Much love!

Sakura-chan