Wait
A/N: Been a while since I last posted something… Cancerous has been put on hold due to reasons regarding the current flow of the story. Also, Shingeki no Kyojin is wonderful.
"Jaeger."
He wakes feeling filthy and sore, naked under the heavy weight over his stomach.
It was an arm.
"Eren…"
She awakes in a room not of her own, naked under unfamiliar sheets, her arm over a smaller body.
It was the Lance Corporal.
She silences a gasp as she tumbles down the bed and onto the floor. She tucks in her legs and covers herself with the blanket.
"Don't think of it as anything out of desire, Ackerman."
"I refuse to."
He feels a smirk come to his face at the tone of her voice.
"I'm assuming you don't recall anything from last night?"
She bites her lower lip. It's not that she doesn't, but moreover that she doesn't want to.
(But she remembers blurry images of skin against skin, faded moans, green eyes, and someone else's name)
And before she could say, "I don't," Levi springs out of the bed and catches her lips in an open-mouthed kiss. He corners her, forces her down, and lies on top of her as his kiss moves to her neck.
"I don't remember—anything."
"Not even—"
He skims a finger down the side of her chest and pokes at the side of her stomach.
Oh.
Oh.
Now she remembers.
(She remembers touching and teasing, tempting and wanting.)
He kisses her again. Her lips are warm against his as a reverberating giggle erupts from her mouth. He presses forward, his leg parting hers.
"Giggling does not suit you, Ackerman."
He presses his face to the crook of her neck and she wraps her leg around his, her toe brushing along the underside of his calf.
"And I suppose it does you?"
"Don't be so full of yourself."
He palms her breast and she arches forward. She forces a groan down her throat.
"For someone of such small stature, you sure have—"
He bites her neck and pinches her skin. He presses his leg closer and blows into her ear.
"Don't test me, Ackerman."
She forces him off of her and rolls to straddle him. She holds his wrists high above his head.
"It was supposed to be a compliment, sir."
"I doubt that anything that comes out of mouth would be for anyone other than that dear brother of yours."
That hit a nerve.
She stares him down before standing up. She walks away, but stops in front of the full-length mirror.
Red trails, bruises, and bite marks marred her skin.
(She then remembers clawing and fighting naked over the bed, pressed on the wall, rolling on the floor.)
"You will clean those up, Ackerman."
He is now standing upright. Though still far shorter than her, his voice booms loud with command.
He walks away to the bathroom of what she presumes to be his quarters. She hears running water and settles herself on the corner of the bed.
She wakes up only to realize that it is already past noon. She finds herself covered with three blankets that smell of fresh flowers. She looks around and sees last night's clothes washed and folded, placed neatly on top of a chair.
There is a note on the bedside table.
"Ackerman;
You are excused from today's training. Clean yourself up. I wouldn't want to see my partners with dirtied skin.
Meet me behind the barracks after the sunset. Be discreet.
Please abide by the rules we have agreed upon. No names other than his.
P.S.
This time, I top."
(She remembers his flushed face and his disapproving tone of saying her name,
"L-Levi—"
"Ackerman. No.")
And so she waits, again, just like she has been doing since the week before.
A/N: Should have been longer, but consider this a snippet from something better. Read and review?