The night had started with a jovial air. The older members of the Scouting Legion brought snacks and wine, an impromptu gathering that coaxed out the younger members who wanted to steal sips of hard liquor or simply wanted to have a party. It was meant to be stress relief, where loosened lips could let interesting gossip slip with little concern of the repercussions. Innocent fun that Hanji Zoe took full advantage of.

Three glasses of wine later and a fourth halfway drained, she wobbled to her feet laughing at her own inside joke. Her drunken company applauded her for some reason, and she swayed to the clumsy chorus. She felt great. Long past the state of buzzed, she was deliriously drunk, the colors of the world blurring and clashing in her already poor vision. Mike was nose whistling instead of applauding. Petra laughed like a seal. Levi and Irvin competed over who had the loudest clap. Everything was wonderful. Giddiness overcame her, and the urge -and a plan- to have a little fun, or perhaps more started to take root. First, she placed her hands on the table to steady herself, then raised a hand to stop the applause at her achievement. Hiccuping a few times, Hanji spoke.

"I. Ah, lis-listen to me." She straightened up, glass in hand and pointing at the ceiling. "See, I know a thing. And so Imma try a thing." Hanji set down her glass, careful not to spill the precious liquid. A little joyful dance in place and some increased applause later, Hanji bounded back from her seat, bowing before strutting in the assumed direction of her target. Walking while intoxicated was a chore in itself, her entire body swaying in ways she had never noticed before. Either way, when she spotted a red scarf, she knew she was going in the right direction. Plopping down next to Armin, she grinned.

His curious, nervous voice piped up, somehow blurry. She would question how a voice could sound blurry later. But she had to be doing fine. She had counted her all of her fingers twice, and there were twelve, which would be more than enough. So she grabbed his collar, and drew him towards her, the confused blond assistant that she knew a certain thing about. Everything hummed around her, the energy of the entire room flowing into her, building excitement onto excitement. Her lips curled into a sly smirk.

"I know a thing."

"You... you do?" She giggled at his feeble reply. Playing dumb didn't suit him. She laughed more, nodded, then jerked him towards her, their lips crashing together.

A shocked squeak. Her grip tightened when greedy lips did not hesitate to kiss her back in the awkward and innocent fashion she had expected. The sounds that had vibrated to her very core, loud chatter that pounded her ears, fell out of existence for this very moment.

The moment consequently ripped away from her by a flying fist. Maybe a Titan swooping down from the sky decided to punish Armin. Or was a lightning bolt? The hand of God? They had been violent. Hanji blankly stared at Armin as his head smacked into the table and he clutched his bleeding nose. For some reason, it was funny. She almost laughed, until God decided to scoop her up and carry her over their shoulder.

"God, you're so strong!" Hanji squealed. As the distance between her and the bleeding boy increased, she waved, like a child, blowing kisses to him as if nothing had happened. The bright lights and stares vanished when she entered the darker hallway to the dorms, God still carrying her and hiccuping every now and then.

"God..." she began.

"Shut up..." A hiccup interrupted his sentence. "...eyes."

Hanji's eyes widened and she clapped her hands to her face.

"Levi, no! I wanted to teach him how to kiss like he should!" she wailed and wiggled, weak fists pounding on his back in protest. Eventually, she became bored with the whole affair, and kicked her legs out every now and then. "But I don't want to go to bed."

"Too fucking bad."

He kicked her room door open and tossed her on the bed. She blew an ungraceful spit bubble and laughed, her hands reaching up to grab onto whatever bits of Levi she could. He smacked her hand away and shuffled to the door,

"Where are you going, Levi Wevy?"

"'Nother drink. Need it."

"But Levi if you go then I'll be all alone and bored! Might go downstairs again."

His hand wrapped around the door knob. He could leave her. Let her sit and think about what she had done and how completely stupid it was, and why it made him punch the kid in the face for reasons that his alcoholic state had explained in full detail. And now it continued to whisper in his ear, coaxing him to close the door, turn around, and go back to her side. He allowed her fingers to hook into his shirt and drag him on top of her. She wiggled them into a more comfortable position, spreading her thighs so his legs lay between them and wrapped an arm around his neck. Another fit of giggles as he hovered over her, wobbling on his palms.

"Good, you stayed. Because I know what I want, and I want something, a thing, but it has nothing to do with the thing. But it's a thing that I would have gone for more of if you didn't stay, Levy Wevi."

"I'm God."

"God! In my bed!" That set off another set of giggles, this time shared by the both of them. He smiled down at her like the deity he was.

"Well then, God, I want a few things, but first of all; I wanna do a thing. Love me, love me deep. And I wanna kiss. I wanna kiss. Kissy kissy." Her fingers twirled in his hair. Both of her arms wrapped around his head, tugging him down towards lips that smelled like sweet wine. Alcohol made him impatient, forcing him to close the gap. Their noses bumped together, but they laughed it off before diving in again, lips tingling as the tastes of two different wines mixed, and he crept forward, pushing her down into her pillows. She broke the kiss to heave for air between more of laughter.

"You kiss better than him."

He grinned.

"Course I fucking do."

Levi's concentration turned to the crook of her neck, biting down with enough force to make her jump and the metallic taste of blood to taint his mouth. Hanji's nails dug into his back, her back arching into the jolt of enticing pain. It blurred her mind further. This wasn't enough, having him on top of her, marking her, wasn't enough. Hanji needed him to be closer, until she couldn't tell the difference between where she ended and he began. So she shoved him away.

Stumbling off the bed, Hanji ignored his annoyed stare to hook her fingers in her pants, sliding them off with a few playful wiggles of her hips. They crumpled around her shoes. They would have to go. Her twelve fingers set to work, fussing and fighting the shoelaces until each heavy boot was tossed to a random corner. Her pants were thrown in his face, but he sat up against the wall and laughed it off, wearing a satisfied grin at her little show. Pleased with his reaction and the alcohol still sparking in her system, Hanji took off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt. They fell unceremoniously on the floor. Only one thing left. One bra strap had slipped off her shoulder already, the other joined it, then Hanji wiggled it down her hips where the rest of her clothes lay. Naked and excited, she clasped a hand over her mouth to stop the oncoming laughter, then pointed at Levi.

"Kissing is more fun naked." she said though her fit of giggles.

He didn't need anymore coaxing after that. She helped him with his boots as he grumbled through every curse she knew and more. The low thunks of boots hitting the floor almost made her laugh, but there were pants to pull off of her little God, boxers and a jacket to join her own clothes on the floor, a shirt to open as she straddled him before the need nipping at her took over and she kissed him. God was a fantastic kisser. And like everything did, it made her want to laugh. She would have, if his teeth hadn't found her unmarred shoulder, sinking in and leaving another holy mark that she would bask in later. He continued, leaning her back as his mouth trailed to her breasts, harsh bites that forced her hips to jerk against his. Warm hands cradled her sides in place of the mouth that trailed downwards, leaving more bites and bruises as they sunk lower. Her back met the sheets. Her head hung over the edge of the bed. Her body squirmed against the mouth between her legs, giving her sloppy licks and kisses, doing more than enough to make her moan.

But it wasn't enough. Shoving his head away, she sat up to kiss him again, her own taste filling her mouth as their sweaty bodies pressed together. There needed to be more. She bit into his shoulder and neck, relishing in the excitement that sparked in her again, moans that captivated her, fingernails sinking into her waist, weak and impatient thrusts of the man underneath her. That was it. That was the more she was so desperate for. Bracing herself on his shoulders, she raised herself up, wobbling onto him. Slowly, she whined as the tip slid inside, her body losing resolve as she went along, gasping at sheer exhilaration that he gave her until she lost her grip, falling back onto his lap.

"Ah, God," Hanji mumbled. Her chin rested in the cook of God's neck as his sticky fingers slid up and down her waist until they found the perfect hold.

"God, love me nice."