Author's Note: I was commissioned to continue this into something a little more...steamy, shall we say?
Enjoy :)
Mikasa prodded Levi's chest, pushing him further into the deep cushion of the couch, a knowing gleam in her eye. "Take a break, Levi." She murmured, forcing him to turn his attention toward her and break his gaze from his paper. "It's been a week since we last…" She trailed off in a whisper, her eyes downcast.
"Not now, Mikasa." He caught her hand on his chest and tried to force it from him, but she held fast. "I'm presenting in an hour." He said thickly, eyes darting across her face for a second, a flash of–anxiety?–something in them.
"Ah, is that why you're all…" She gestured to his attire: his vest and shirt were neatly pressed and a suit jacket hung over the arm of the couch, waiting. "I was going to say…you're a little too formal for our usual lunch date."
"Enough, Mikasa."
Her hand had moved itself lower down his chest and had reached his waist, and she was beginning to tug his dress shirt out of his pants. "Le-vi," she whined, "You could use a little…excitement. You've been in such a mopey mood this past week and it's really been rather frustrating for me."
Levi crossed his legs and licked his lips, muttering to himself as he made a correction on the paper he was holding.
He was deliberately ignoring her now and Mikasa stared at him intensely, contemplating her next move. So that's how you want to play. Fine. We'll do it your way. In one sweeping movement, she ripped the pages from his hand and flung them behind her while lifting a knee to straddle him on the couch.
"Fuck, Mikasa! What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He gave her an indignant glare and tried to reach around her for his precious work. "I need to fucking leave–"
Mikasa slammed his wrists back down on the couch, locking them in place. "I'm getting what I want," she uttered frankly, "because you need it." She pressed her lips against his neck, the scent of his aftershave engulfing her. And I always get what I want.
Levi squirmed beneath her–undeniably trying to escape from her hold–but he shuddered at the touch of her lips and his muscles went lax against his will. "I can't–ah–do this, Mikasa, I can't afford to fuck this up–I don't need this right n–"
Her knees tightened around his thighs and she arched her back, pressing herself harder against him, and she sucked against his neck; he was beginning to unravel beneath her, but she didn't release his hands. "Your body says otherwise." She whispered, nipping at the sensitive spot below his chin and breathed heavily in anticipation.
He gave one last effort to worm his way out, trying desperately to ignore the tightening in his lower stomach and the ardent pleas from his body for release, but to no avail. He should have known it was coming: Mikasa had trapped him beneath her with a devilish grin before class too many times, and he had been forced to arrive with disheveled hair and hooded eyes more often than he would have liked. One more time couldn't hurt…could it? His brain chastised him for being so soft and he struggled to move again. "You're wicked."
"Only the good die young," she licked her lips and freed his arms, cupping his face. "You talk too much." She said, throwing his often-said words to her back at him. "Yield." Her lips tackled his and she closed her eyes, relishing the way his body went soft.
"Fuck…" He sighed lazily, letting her taste him and found he couldn't resist any longer.
"Relax," Mikasa purred, her voice becoming scratchy with craving. She wrenched the remains of his shirt from his pants and her fingers deftly unclasped the buttons of his vest quickly, eliminating the soft barrier between them. A shove to his shoulders jerked his head back, revealing the white flesh there, and she trailed her hungry fingers across it gently.
Levi lay before her, exposed and utterly at her mercy, trapped between her legs and roaming arms. The tightening in his stomach had given way to a raging inferno and he could bitterly tell she knew exactly what she was doing: teasing. He closed his eyes, waiting and feeling starved.
Another kiss induced a sweet sigh from his parted lips and Mikasa couldn't linger any longer, her impatience finally taking control. Her brain shut down, and without breaking the connection of their mouths, she slid his belt from his pant loops and tossed it behind her as well while he shrugged out of his vest and shirt. Her translucent blouse joined his clothes on the floor and she ground against him in desire.
"Now." He forced out, the tension building up painfully between his hips. A gasp escaped him, a ragged attempt by his body to find release elsewhere until that sacred moment when his core met hers. It stung his teeth.
Mikasa, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying herself, watching the usually-poised man come undone beneath her, a position she used to her full ability. "Patience." She hummed and hooked her fingers around the waistband of his pants. She was still admiring his chest–the dips and slopes of the muscles causing her to sigh with pride and delight–and not yet ready for what was to come. "Let me do the work."
"You bloody witch," he breathed again, kissing her hard and flicking out his tongue to catch her teeth. "Quit tormenting me."
So Mikasa complied–deciding not to waste any more precious time; they only had a half hour at most–and flipped him onto his back on the couch, dragging down the zipper of his dress pants. Smoothing the hair away from his forehead, she unclasped her bra and lowered her jeans–the final blockades between their hot intensities.
His breath hitched in his throat and he almost moaned.
"You need it now?" Mikasa let out a breath and lowered herself on him, her wandering hands feeling his body with more earnestness than ever before, and the sinking feeling filling her with such a wanton ferocity she almost climaxed right then.
He was gripping her waist securely, rocking back and forth in an established rhythm, and their rapacious mouths meandered with no final destination, sometimes intersecting each other and battling for control. Mikasa let out a satisfied sigh and met him in the middle, her hair falling over his face in a darkened cave, and she bit down on his lower lip as his thighs thrust her up toward him.
He discharged a guttural noise of surprise, but countered her bite with a buck of his hips, edging ever deeper within her and threatening to send her over the edge. His thumb stroked the side of her breast and she shivered above him, pushing her chest onto his in a vain attempt to shelter the bare skin from his poisonous touch. Rubbing his hands from beneath her breasts to her waist, he quickened, feeling the depression of her tight belly and groaning, "Tu…ah…c'est si…ahh…si bon…" You feel so good.
The lilting language in Levi's deep voice was raspy and deliciously salacious–to Mikasa's insatiable appetite–and she devoured it, perilously close to exploding around him. He was hissing sugary lines of French in her ear as her kisses became rougher and her hands tightened in his hair. She was close…so close.
He sensed that she was quickly approaching her peak and he wound a hand around her waist, anchoring her in place as his thrusts became swifter and–if it was possible–more impassioned.
"Ah…ah…!" Her whispers grew to distinct moans, until finally, finally, she reached that blessed pinnacle of bliss and convulsed over him. "Levi! You're…ah…I'm…! Lev–" Mikasa let go of any grasp she still had on restraint and her breaths became ragged: a fierce euphoria enveloped her and she clutched onto his shoulders, tearing her mouth away from his for breath.
The muscles in his abdomen clenched, and as she splintered before him, he let out a deep sigh– "Fuck…Mikasa…"–emptying his heightened lust into her.
His heartbeat was still drumming a tattoo against her cheek as they lay against each other–it felt like several hours–refusing to move in their exhaustion and contentedness. Mikasa hummed in satisfaction, smiling serenely and looking up to meet his eyes.
The sweat from the exertion had left a calm glow on his heaving chest and stomach, and Levi stared back, his pupils dilated to black orbs and his hair in a frightfully uncontained disarray. "You–"
But it was that delicate moment after their shared state of ecstasy that Eren decided to barge in through the front door. "Mikasa! Levi! Ahhh…Er…"
The couch had thankfully been placed facing away from the entryway, but the state of the room and the irrefutable smell of heat answered any of his startled inquiries. "I, um, guhh…" Eren squeaked, his face going a miraculous shade of red.
Mikasa had jumped up from Levi's chest when she heard the scrape of the door, but screeched when she saw it was her brother. She snatched Levi's suit jacket–almost losing her balance and falling off the couch in the process–and wrapped it around her hastily, face going almost the same shade as Eren's. "What are you doing here?!" She trilled, her voice wavering.
"I just–Hanji said–we were…!" He clapped a hand over his eyes as Levi rose from the couch, still hot and sweaty. "We were waiting for you to come to lunch!" He rushed out in a heavy breath, the other hand waving behind him, trying to find the door.
"Hanji knows I was going to miss lunch today, Jaeger," Levi pushed Mikasa behind him and tried to steady his breathing, "Nosy brat of a woman never knows when to fucking keep quiet."
Eren bit his lip, a hand still shielding his eyes from his meagerly dressed sister and boyfriend. The sound of a zipper and the rustling of fabric reached his ears and he peeked between his fingers, hesitant to look. "Are you…decent?" he stuttered.
"Now." Levi grunted, tucking in his shirt and buttoning up his vest.
Mikasa was still standing in her loose underwear and Levi's jacket but made no move to clothe herself properly. "I'm not…changing in front of you." She said thickly.
"I'm your brother." Eren slowly brought his hand down and inched backward out the door. "I'd rather you, um…not. Just let me…er…know next time you guys erm–" He took one last glance around the room and turned tail, fleeing the scene and slamming the door shut.
"Charming." Levi muttered. He had finished dressing and was gathering up his papers on the floor.
"Eren…" Mikasa sighed. "He has the worst timing."
"You're definitely related then." Levi held out his hand for his jacket, raising an eyebrow. "Mikasa."
"What?" She asked cheekily, a grin slowly rising, and she backed away from him toward her room, tightening the jacket around her.
"Mikasa. You've had your fun." He stalked toward her.
"Come and get it!" she tossed over her shoulder as she ran into her bedroom. She heard Levi follow her, his footsteps heavy, and she jumped on the bed. "Come and get it, Levi." She drawled again, glancing a look at the clock.
They still had time.
