"Alright, let's begin." Our therapist said with a bored sigh. I didn't blame him though, one look at us and he was probably ready to call a divorce lawyer.
"My name is Eren." I said with an optimistic grin.
No matter what this jackass thought of our marriage, I was going to look as pleased as I faked in bed every month, yes once a month pathetic I know. I gave my difficult husband a stern glare and a elbow to the arm. "Levi!" I threatened.
Levi rolled his eyes wondering why he was even here dealing with this bullshit. "And I'm Levi Ackerman. " he said annoyed. His tone was worse than our therapists. He sat slumped against the grey cushioned swivel chairs, head leaning against his hand, grey eyes boring into the clock on the wall behind the head of our therapist.
"So how long have you two been together?" Our therapist Dr. Erwin Smith asked.
"4 years." "3 years." We sang on cue. Erwin perked up at this, a small smirk spreading across his lips, amused at our different answers. "It's been 4 years Levi!" I growled while shooting him a death glare.
"You sure about that brat?" Levi said in his condescending tone. "You can't even remember to pay the damn bills on time."
"As sure I am that I haven't had decent sex in months!" I snapped.
Levi snorted, "Funny I didn't think moaning could be so loud during bad sex." He smirked.
"It's called faking dumbass, and I should have over 10 academy awards by now!" Levi's head whipped around so fast I almost regretted what I had said...almost. Instead I crossed my arms and looked away with a pout, trying to stand my ground. Dr. Erwin cleared his throat trying to break the awkward tension.
"Alrighty then." He finally spoke. "I see we have our work cut out for us. Tell me gentlemen, on a scale of one to ten how happy are you?" He asked, looks directed more toward me than Levi, probably knowing his ratings gone down by now.
"7!" I chirped. Satisfied with my answer, because it wasn't like I was miserable. Sure the sex wasn't at its best, and he could be more attentive, and he could try to hold a decent conversation once in a while or at least pretend to be interested… but I wouldn't be sitting here in this god for saken office if I didn't care to work on those things. So I decided to change my answer, " 7 and a half." I smiled.
Erwin turned his gaze to Levi, who was now deep in thought. There was no way he could possibly be unhappier than me if he was at least enjoying the sex, right? I looked to him with a smirk now staring daggers into the side of his head because his answer shouldn't have been taking so long. "Levi?" I said bringing him from his thoughts.
"Hm." Was his reply. Was he even paying attention?
"Mr. Ackerman?" Our therapist finally spoke, a hint of annoyance in his tone. " On a scale of one to ten how happy are…"
" A two." He stated matter of factly. Without even giving the man a chance to finish his sentence, he said his happiness was..
"A two!?" I repeated more as a statement than a question. " A fucking two? That's how happy you are on a scale of one to ten? A goddamn two!" I screamed. My face was now bright red from anger and embarrassment. I was fucking livid! My husband of "3 to 4" fucking years just called our relationship a two. In Kindergarten, that was known as a shit. Our relationship was a 3 to 4 year long shit. Asshole!
"I see." Erwin managed to say, glancing in my direction to probably take in what I was going to do next. Levi being the cool and calm pokerfaced shitface he was, kept all his attention on Erwin, never once changing his demeanor or acknowledging my presence.
3 or 4 years Earlier
I was on a' business trip' in France taking care of a "client." I'm proud to say despite my innocencent look, I am a top class hit man for a company called Rose Ops. I've been with the company since I was 18. My intelligence and skill was sought out amongst many elites at a convention in Morocco, and my reputation escalated from there. For the first few years I did minor jobs to get prepared for the big leagues over seas. My trip to France was my first big solo operation, and from there the universe was determined to make my life hell.
As soon as I had set off the explosives I got the hell out of there, walking hastily for the nearest shelter I could find for cover. The French military would be on my ass in seconds if I didn't find a place to hide out soon. As calm as I could I strolled into a small inn not far from the explosion and immediately I was bombarded with questions being asked 'who I was with' and 'what affiliation I had with the inn'.
"Monsieur!" A militia barked. "Monsieur, vous etes seul." He was now in my face, as if daring me to ignore him.
My expression remained calm as my eyes trailed the room looking for a possible escape. I kept a hand on my hip, just in case my Beretta was necessary. Then as if the universe knew my distress, I spotted another guest, a gentlemen looking about in his early thirties. He sat propped against the check-in desk being hounded by the same officers, shouting into his ear as well. His demeanor however was much more calm and aloof.
He wore black alligator shoes; fitted black jeans and a white button up showing off his collarbone. Accenting his left wrist was a black diamond Rolex, and white Carrera sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose, and he just so happened to be staring directly at me. His bangs were brushed just below his forehead, while the backside of his head was shaven. He twirled a toothpick on his tongue, eyes locked on my own never once breaking away.
He gave a slight nod toward my direction and I took that as my cue. I cooly walked over with a honeymoon smile forged on my lips, ignoring the officers grabbing at my arm. He also began stepping toward me, reaching out for my hand and intertwining our fingers.
" Détendre connards il est avec moi." He said in a commanding tone. I gave a smirk and a flirtatious wink to one of the officers as he lead me into one of the open rooms and closed the door, locking it behind us. I immediately leaned my ear against the door listening for any further signs of trouble.
The man also propped himself against the door with one leg, leaning his head back against the door. I brushed it off not about to question his act of chivalry.
"Hi, I'm Eren." I whispered, looking up into his shades throwing in a genuine smile.
"Levi." He stated, giving a smirk of his own.
Later that night
We decided it was best to lay low for a while, blaming it on all the recent commotion. During that time I took the opportunity to learn more about my knight in Dolce. We ate dinner under the night sky at a small bistro near the Eiffel Tower. The setting couldn't have been more beautiful if I had set it up myself. There was a decent crowd of people enjoying one another's company under dimly lit street lamps, festive lighting hung from the surrounding trees and awnings, and all accompanied by a live band.
I decided to take initiative since this man didn't seem to keen on words, and after a few shots of Jose Cuervo I couldn't stop my cheeky curiosity.
"So Levi," his name rolling off my tongue as I accentuated the L with a flick of my teeth, "What brings you to this beautiful city?"
Now usually everyone is aware of his or her own sexuality and what makes him or her desirable. My special qualities are my eyes and smile, so I've been told. But Levi.. this man was just unbelievably handsome. He refused to take off his shades, but from what I could see, he was beautiful. His skin was flawless and his neck was as long as a giraffe If he'd let me, I would trail my lips down it all night nipping at his smooth pale skin. He still had that toothpick twirling on the tip of his tongue, almost mockingly slow.
"I'm here on business." He said.
"And what business is that?" I asked, never once taking my eyes off of his mouth. I'm sure by now he had noticed me staring but at this point I didn't care.
"I work for a stock company and were looking to invest over here. I've been in meetings all day until that unfortunate explosion." His voice a little sarcastic at that last part.
"Oh, what a shame. Guess that means you have to enjoy yourself the rest of your trip huh?" I said teasingly. Picking a piece of shrimp off of his plate.
He gave a light chuckle and waved down our waitress. " Another flight please this time 1800 silver, and bring a glass of water for this brat." I winced at the word brat. Just how old did he think I was anyway.
"Excuse me Romeo. Are you trying to imply I can't keep up with you?" I asked.
Levi leaned in dangerously close to my face, our noses almost touching at the distance. I could smell his mint tinted breathe from the toothpick he'd been tonguing all night as he spoke up. "That Juliet is exactly what I'm implying." And with that he took the glass containing 3 shots in a single gulp like water, never once changing his facial expression.
"Alright, tell you what lover boy. If I can take 6 straight shots with a straight face you have to take off those shades and dance with me." I used my emerald eye powers to stare him down until he waved over our waitress once again, asking for the 6 shots.
Fuck.
The smell of the tequila was strong, burning my nose at the quantity, but I had a bet to win and I wasn't about to let this beautifully arrogant asshole win.
I took the glass in one hand shooting Levi a quick wink, throwing my head back to let the burn begin. The alcohol stung, badly.. and it took every power within my being to not make a face. I simply set the glass down and exhaled with a smile. Levi never took his eyes off me, bringing a tint of pink to my cheeks.
"You sure you can handle that Juelz?" He said teasingly, still never releasing his gaze.
In response I took the other glass in my hand and raised it to him.
"To sexy surprises in small packages." I said, a hint of smugness in my tone. He raised an eyebrow and gave the smallest hint of a smirk. I licked my lips one last time to reacquaint myself with the last taste of tequila on my lips.
"Trust me brat, there's nothing small about my package." He said, leaning back into his chair, again never taking his eyes off of me.
I gave a small laugh, " You might just have to prove that to me." At last I threw the shot back and slammed the glass on the table with a seductive smirk, leaning into Levi's face. "May I?" I teased, reaching forward to gently pull off the glasses hiding those beautiful features, and I almost wish I hadn't.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous.." I slipped out before I could think about what I had just said. Levi just chuckled and rose from his seat.
" I believe I owe you a dance Juliet." He said, reaching out for my hand.
He pulled me to my feet and lead me away from the table, twirling me around before bringing me back into his arms and resting a hand on my lower back.
The more we danced, the faster the Tequila began to hit me. I suddenly felt my legs go weak and my eyes become glassy all at once. Levi's grip tightened around my waist and I could feel his relatively large package rub up against my thigh, causing my own member to slightly harden in response. Our innocent high school dance turned seductive and sexy in a matter of minutes once I stopped caring about being in public. Other couples joined us on the dance floor, getting lost in their own zones on this beautiful night.
I purposely ground my hips into Levi's, my back pressed against his chest. I felt his arm wrap around my torso, scrapping his fingers across my skin sending shivers down my spine. I lulled my head back against his shoulder, turning my head to the side breathing into his neck, to take in his scent. He then turned me around to face him, my eyes slanted and glassy. I leaned in brushing my lips against his, giving his bottom lip a slight nip before finally breaking the distance between us. His lips were soft and slow moving with my own. I could feel the tip of his tongue still minty from the toothpick, glide against my own asking for entrance. I parted my lips slightly more allowing his tongue entry, and from there I was lost. The way his lips massaged my own was so slow and so perfect I couldn't think. Every once in a while he would take my tongue in his own slowly pulling away on to repeat the process. My left hand was now running through his hair, my other arm resting on his hips. Levi also held protective arms around my waist holding me up while snaking one hand under my lose shirt scrapping his nails against my skin, pulling a soft moan from my lips. When he finally pulled away, I was breathless.
I lifted my head up to meet his grey orbs now seductively narrow and studying me carefully. I let out a small sigh, my breathing uneven and butterflies now forming in my stomach. I brought one of my hands from around his neck and slowly down his chest, brushing against his abs and to the front of his pants, gently grazing the bulge in his lower region before giving his belt loop a gentle tug.
"Easy brat, I think you're forgetting where we are."
I brought my lips to the corner of his mouth, tracing them up his jaw and stopped at his ear flicking it with my tongue. " What do you say we get out of here then?" I whispered in a deep seductive tone.
At that we broke away from our suggestive embrace. Levi calmly strolled over to our table threw down a $100 bill and took my hand in his leading me to our room. My legs felt like jello underneath me from all the Tequila, but Levi was patient and wrapped his hand around my waist to keep me balanced as we walked.