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Another request from tumblr. Please enjoy, and review if you feel like it today. Rated M for some adult fun.
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Devious, Tender Touch
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"Don't you think my hair is getting a bit long?" Petra mused, shifting her weight so that the mountain of bubbles splattered dangerously close to overflowing the tub. She caught a loose copper strand between her thumb and forefinger, scrutinizing the dampened piece of hair with a level of uncertainty. It was long enough for the tips to just brush the tops of her breasts, the most length she had allowed it to gain since her early military trainee days. Sighing, she sank herself deeper into the warm bathwater, her pink toes peaking above the surface. The toned, naked body behind her adjusted in kind, and was bending his knees slightly to accommodate her light weight. In the process, the bar of soap slipped unceremoniously from his grasp, disappearing into the entanglement of their limbs. There was no hint of hesitation as he moved to retrieve it, feeling about and perhaps, she thought, intentionally tracing his palms along the inside of her thighs. Petra trembled, reaching with one hand to rest it upon the back of his neck. She lifted her eyes to meet his grey ones.
"Don't you think so, Levi-heichou?"
He found the soap and settled back once more, resuming the chore of bathing her petite body. A sound of content rumbled in his throat as she slid her hand to caress his jaw-line, and Petra grinned. Levi's brow creased faintly as he worked, maneuvering her gently, mindful of the most tender places. He knew all of her favorite spots to be touched, such as the sharp contour of her hips and the silky expanse of skin that stretched across her collarbones. Without much surprise, his long, dexterous fingers always found their way over to her breasts, deliberately slow and teasing, drawing up the raging blush in her face. He bent forward then, sheltering her small frame in the curve of his torso, her heated cheek rubbing affectionately against his cool one. Briefly, Petra thought she could catch the sly upward pull of his lips while his hands continued to cleanse her. Every time she turned to face him fully, Levi made a point in distracting her with a moist, talented tongue that engaged both her mind and mouth fully until she was too breathless to carry on. The captain never permitted her to see him smile.
But he did not mind bathing Petra in the least. Levi, as she had always known, was a very clean man, but the content of his thoughts tended to lean in the extreme opposite direction, making up for the pristine exterior that he presented to the rest of the world. He was progressively proving just how dirty his mind was through the course of their new, intimate relationship. Petra still did not know quite what to call him without making the situation awkward. Then again, why would the absence of an official label make him any less precious? Perhaps they were better off in the present blissful silence. He was just Levi, not the captain, not the hero, not the fighter-for-hire. Just the man she fell in love with for being nothing else other than his normal self.
After a few moments, his fingertips lazily ventured up into the copper-colored hair in question, fanning it across her shoulders, and then Petra felt Levi's lips on her ear, whispering softly, hotly, "I like it this way."
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