RivaMikaJam #1 Prompt by alienheartattack: A half-asleep Mikasa accidentally walks into Levi's room in the middle of the night instead of her own.

Credits/Disclaimers: Prompt by Tumblr user: alienheartattack. The story is developed by me, everything else belongs to their respective creators.

She was beginning to lose her balance and lightly skim the dark, cold stone walls of the castle – their base – with her slim fingers in an effort to walk in a somewhat straight path to her room. She should have known better than to drink that blood red liquid out of that fancy, miniature glass, regardless of what her Corporal had spouted in encouragement. But Lance Corporal Levi never encouraged, now did he? But he had. He had encouraged her. After years of training that could reincarnate even the softest of souls into hardened soldiers, he had finally handed her a glass full of an unknown substance with a whispered, "You may like this." The rest of the celebration had been a blur to Mikasa since that one line a few hours ago.

And she had liked it. Well, at this stage she was not sure anymore, if she had liked the intoxicant or the intoxicating officer who had handed her the drink and precious words. Hah! That was laughable. What precious words? She was behaving like a little child enamoured with a lustrous object. Surely, the entire Corps felt that anything that was not a curse, to emerge out of the Corporal's mouth must be something of note.

Now her head had started to ache. This evening was quickly turning into a painful nightmare. Her only saving grace was that no one was sober enough to notice her dwindling state and oh! She had reached her room.

The door knob did not require much convincing and the bed was very inviting. She barely took off her belts and her scarf and fell onto the bed – sleep claiming her as it's own and her body welcoming the harsh mattress as the softest of embraces. All it took was one draw of her eyelids for Mikasa to bury her thoughts away and surrender to the night. And surrender she did - hair asunder, defences falling. Had she been paying any attention to her surroundings, Mikasa Ackerman would have been well acquainted with the mortification of walking onto the wrong floor, into the wrong room and completely disregarding the short, quiet figure in the shadows cast by partial moonlight watching her inebriated walk into his territory - the very soul who had been occupying her thoughts mere moments ago.

Levi had not been expecting an intrusion, much less from her. He had not been expecting to be heedlessly ignored as he watched his subordinate struggle with her accessories and fall asleep on his bed. It was frustrating to have company at this late hour, but it was more aggravating to to be defied, although he suspected that the woman in question was not quite aware of his presence. She had seemed not quite in the possession of her senses. He would have to wake her up and command her to stop trespassing into his private space so physically. The fact that his thoughts had been mercilessly invaded by this young lady and he had been forced to surrender still irked him at times and he could really do without this.

In her supine posture, Mikasa was the image of a soldier on alert – even in her sleep. But as Levi moved closer to the bed, he noticed that her face still reflected the heart of an uncorrupted soul longing for so much. Much that she could never have. She was aligned on the edge of the bed, looking exhausted and deeply asleep. Levi inched closer and lightly perched on the edge by her thighs. Encasing her with his left hand, he leaned forward, hovering to see her draped eyelids and sensing her breathing patterns – a gentle rise and fall of her breasts.

For once, Lance Corporal Levi wanted to do something that he knew he would regret. Looking at her drying red lips, he wondered what he had wondered countless times. She was asleep and there was not a shadow of a doubt that he would not touch her. So, he relegated himself to asking her what his heart had been seeking an answer to, "What are you doing to me, Miss Ackerman?" Had she woken up at that moment, Corporal Levi was sure to be sporting far more than a limp at her commission. But the darkness of night made people do things that the brightness of day curtained. The pale moonlight awakens the desires of our beings and Levi was not immune to that supernatural force. As he stared at Mikasa, he reminisced his life – the gutters of a city corrupted by greed, a life that she ought not to know of, a darkness that never saw the moonlight. How he had hated it. And yet, here he was yearning for darkness for just a glimpse of her in his dreams – to be entranced by her, even if momentarily.

Remarkably attractive, definitely strong and made of secrets that he wanted to uncover with tender touches and whispered nothings - under the same moonlight where she made him suffer unknowingly, he fancied her being completely confident in him and divulging her fantasies, instead of holding him in contempt and rage like she did now. He fancied her in magic.

A few more minutes – Levi promised himself as he let himself drown in the fairytale that was Mikasa. The next time he blinked, dawn had started to crack. His time in an alternate reality were over and he knew he had to stop chasing this. Stop chasing something he had, finally, desperately wanted.

The breaking dawn stole away Levi's ephemeral dream and he quietly sighed before straightening from his bent pose. The slight strain on his muscle was proof of his growing age (a reminder to never drag along a young thing like her into his life) and of his vain decision of saving up Mikasa's visage; for that is all he could reach out for. So, with a heavy heart and even heavier legs, he stood up and walked out of his room as the Lance Corporal.

She would not find him there.

Mikasa woke up another hour later – still heavily doused in slumber but with more control over her peripherals. She spotted her scarf and belts and tried to focus her eyes. It was at this very moment that two striking things caught her attention – the room was far bigger than cadet lodgings and the desk, a little ways off had a cup of tea that usually adorned the rough, calloused fingers of one Corporal of the Recon Corps. This enlightenment brought all her senses rushing back to her and she whirled around in panic and dread scrutinizing the room for the said man. Nothing. No one. Just the cold morning air and the rising sun.

She was in his room. Alone. And he was nowhere to be found. Sleep vanquished, a knot tightening in the depths of her being, she forced herself to adapt her stoic mask and gathered her belongings before making her way out of the room. The corridors were empty and so was her floor and her own room. Upon entering which, Mikasa leaned heavily on the door before sliding down to the ground – a new cold welcoming her worked up body. Her head hit the back of the door and she closed her eyes, conjuring up the Corporal. Goodness! What had happened? She had no recollection of the previous night after falling into bed – his bed. How was she to face him now?

She hurried through her morning routine and set off to find the Corporal before the other hung over bunch made their ways out of whatever bed they had found last night, surely none as disastrous as her choice. If she was going to be humiliated, she would rather not have an audience.

Stalking along a few of the empty hallways and larger rooms brought her to the kitchen, which is where she found the man in question. Sipping tea, looking tired and staring at the table. Mikasa quietly walked in with a tentative, "Good Morning, Corporal."

Levi looked up, eyes flashing a hint of something which was gone before Mikasa could ascertain it, and replied with nothing more than a nod. She had to be brave. "My apologies, Corporal. I mistook your room for mine last night. It must have inconvenienced you."

Levi stared her down before using his tact, "Forget about it."
So much for tact. He should have been threatening cryptic chores to this woman at this point, but that is what he could do against Mikasa? Apparently, he wasn't the only one surprised by his reaction. Mikasa looked confounded.

He had just softened down another notch. And she wasn't sure if it was the lack of sleep, the situation at hand or the Corporal actually changing, but something was different about him. She sounded like an obsessed lover and she could not bring herself to change that attitude. So, she ventured, "Would you mind, sir, if I ask why you didn't wake me up?"

Perhaps Levi should have made a list of the punishment-chores so that he wouldn't forget himself in front of her, as was becoming habit, arguably. Perhaps he should have laced together some curses – even randomly and hurled them her way right about now, because what his traitor-tongue did next, was not only outrageous but dangerously courageous. A courage he wished he could rein in.

"You needed the rest."

Eyes slightly enlarged, cheeks dusted a very mild pink, head slightly bent to hide behind the fortress of her scarf, Mikasa stood frozen staring at Levi. And while she was stunned into silence by his concern, he was stupefied by her eyes and their greys shining in the early morning light – staring at him so unabashedly. Although his face did not give anything else away, his eyes never left her. They stared at each other as if this was permissible between them, as if they could function as one, as if they were familiar with each other's intimacies, as if they knew.

Wayward footsteps broke their concentration and Mikasa bowed her head slightly before turning and walking out of the room. Just like that, his fairytale was gone once again and Levi stared from her absence to his cup on the table, the tea in which had grown cold.

A/N: This desperately needs a sequel :-/ Till then, enjoy my dearies! :)