-Picked up where we left off. I need you home when I get off. You know I need that wet mouth
She gave a slight shudder, leaning into his touch, bobbing her head, even as she was pushed out of his eye range. Her eyes flicked to Yeager, then she allowed Levi to walk with her out of the cell block. He nudged her forward, and she walked up her her bedroom, knowing she should be preparing her statement but fuck. She wanted him. Zoe wasn't going to say needed yet, but as he pushed her against the wall near the door of her room, she shuddered.
Zoe reached for him, crushed her lips against his, recalled the Titan threat, and kissed him harder. Levi was here; humanity's strongest solider, so she was safe, wasn't she? She could feel his strength now, rough palms sliding under her shirt, breaking the kiss just enough to catch his breath. Her hand fisted in his uniform jacket as he palmed over her breasts, making her tip her lower body further to his, until there wasn't any room between them.
Movement in the hallway that belonged to only the highest ranking Military Police officials attracted her, but she relaxed as soon as the person walked into their room without seeing her. She returned her full attention to Levi, how he seemed to be insisting on taking her pants off in the hall. Zoe couldn't afford to be made into a sexual object by anyone under her command, so she led him back into her room, Levi throwing his jacket on her study table.
"You fucked someone. Before last time."
"Yea, I did, why are you suddenly sourcing that?" she murmured, jerking as he stripped her of her clothes. "You wanna hear about how much I loved it? Or do you not believe me?"
"I don't trust anyone, including pretty girls."
He pointed at the ground, and she hummed, sitting back on her heels. Levi yanked her forward, and she dragged her tongue over her lips, opening her mouth wide, murmuring, "Are you gonna fuck my mouth, Levi? Or just, do you like me on my knees?"
His mouth dropped for an instant, and she smiled, knew she'd won for once. He almost tackled her, shifting her around on the ground, careful with her leg despite it all. She bit her lip as he pressed inside her, hand on her back, arching her, opening her legs further, nodding for him. His hand landed beside her, the stone floor uncomfortable for them, her mostly, and he thrust.
Zoe opened her eyes slowly, catching sight of them in the mirror, how small she looked under him. She watched him fuck her, rapt, almost too occupied to focus on him. He tugged her hair, arching her up, hand at her throat, squeezing. Instantly, she went limp for him, and he smiled, watching them in the mirror, fingers slipping slowly into her parted mouth.
"Fuck, look at you, fucking gorgeous," he snarled, blue-gray eyes flicking down to her once. "So good damn for me, Zoe, fuck you can take me." Levi's breath was hot over her back. She closed her eyes to his, pressing her face in the crook of her elbow.
She couldn't manage much, choked pleas for Levi to go harder, deeper, "I can take it, take everything, Levi."
his words were garbled, teeth tight together, "Want me to fuck you till you can't remember anything but my name, huh?"
Her hand scrabbled at the floor, looking for purchase, face screwing up, caught, and she fucking needed this. He complied in an instant, fucking into her with punishing, exacting thrusts. Zoe's hand skidded over stone, stopped when his hand circled her wrist, skin on skin hardly muffled. And fuck, fuck, fuck, she loved this so fucking much. Whatever it was, the agency he robbed from her, she didn't care, because he knew how much she could take, and what she couldn't.
His hand pressed between her legs, long fingers moving at her clit, soft words spoken into her neck, but they sounded far away. Zoe shuddered as she came, body jerking, the knee position not affording her stability as her legs threatened to give. His voice was right next to her ear, and he stilled, holding her down, seating himself fully in her. Levi's command to shift rocked through her, and she nodded, allowing him to turn her on her back. She was going to have back problems if he fell in love with the floor idea.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she glanced to the mirror, eyeing the way his strong back was curved, his body moving over hers, the dim light making it all the better. Zoe hissed, felt his teeth, dragged her nails over his back in response, leaving her own marks, pain zipping through her. Her muscles were still sore, and Zoe decided to curse, adding his name in, as well as a bit of extra details.
"Shit," he hissed. "scream for me, Zoe." His arms fit around her, and held her tight for a brief second, before shifting, the pace he started far harder than the last.
Her breath shook her frame and she drew it in, hand slapping against the floor, sharp gasps making her lungs burn. She pressed her cheek into the cool surface beneath her, mind hazy, the mix he normally managed of pain and pleasure heightened, making her head swim.
He curved his body over hers, arms to either side of her, hips fitting tight to hers, and Zoe managed to wrap her legs around his waist, gripped his wrist. And he fucked her. Fucked her into a drooling mess, his name dropping from her mouth over and over again, like it was the only thing she knew and for a minute it was. A solid minute, and she was fairly sure she didn't breathe, a phrase running through her mind, not that she remembered it.
She fisted her hands, and felt him finish, sliding down to the cool floor, his body falling next to hers, hand dropping against her skin. He twitched slightly, and she heard him laugh, the noise foreign to her, his fingers curling over her skin.
Apparently, they picked up where they left off every time.
"Fuck, I missed you," he murmured, and she laughed.
"Is that the joke?"
"I mean it, Zoe."
She swallowed, and closed her eyes. "Why?" She opened them.
"What-"
"Why now? Why do you; tell me at an earlier time. Where do you get off at being cryptic"
"Fuck; there's just," Levi sat up, muscles of his back shifting, "changes. I don't know, Zoe, I'm honestly not good at this." He shook his head, movement brief, before he stood, walking to his clothes, underwear on when he held up a hand to pull her up. "I'm letting something in. I believe...if you can't give everything up, you can't achieve something, but I'm not going to give you up. Because if all this ends, I'm not going to have anything."
"I thought you were going to kill them all for me?"
"Yes."
She turned, and took his hand, standing close to him, shivering in the sudden cold. His eyes flickered over her frame, to the wrap on her leg. He moved from her, fixing his previous damage, guiding the slip over her frame. Levi closed his eyes for a moment, and he looked exhausted, his body seeming smaller now, and he sat back on her bed, opening his eyes again.
"I understand you were with the previous commander, or something," he avoided her eyes, lips pressing into a tight line. "Before Nile. Whatever."
"You know, you would think gossip would at least be mildly correct; he was a shitty Captain with no value, and I was spiraling," Zoe laughed, swaying where she stood. "He fucked for 5 minutes then came. Have you heard of erratic, Levi, because I think if you met him, you might bring some of that to the bedroom." She sat away from him crossing her legs, surprised when he rested his head on her lap. But she still smiled, pushing a hand through his soft black hair.
"5 minutes," he muttered, and she hummed, resting her head back. "No one else?"
"Are you jealous?"
He stiffened, then nodded.
"What," she teased, "does it keep you up at night, thinking about me under another man?"
"Yes. You have frequently cost me a night's sleep. You worry me, Zoe, because you are spectacularly stubborn, and the only time you listen to me is when you're like that, and I cannot stand you."
"Like what?"
"Fucked out."
He made a noise, gray eyes flicking to her. Zoe smiled, and his lips twitched. She started talking about her brother, wondering when he'd tell her to quiet down, but he let her talk. Her words trembled as she talked about the last time she'd seen him, how she made sure his son was in Wall Sina, studying to be a apothecary, not a goddamn merchant. Levi's slur mixed with hers, and she tugged his hair, as if telling him to behave.
His thumb glided over her skin, petting there, and she smiled wide, starting to talk about her brother's child, dipping into the children idea by association. Zoe didn't really know what she was doing, drowsiness affecting her somewhat. But he was still there with her, snorting when she suggested a bad name, his head moving up to rest on her stomach as she laid down.
"Why haven't you…? I mean, we aren't particularly careful in the slightest, so that's always been a nagging question."
"Because every time, I make sure to go down to the apothecary and get the preventative measures. It messes up my period as well, and it's very complicated."
Levi's eyebrow lifted slightly, and he shifted. "Kids. I'm not good with kids, Zoe. Actually, I'm fairly sure I scared a kid on the way here."
"Did you?"
"Yes, he wouldn't move out of my way, and I looked at him."
"Levi."
"I don't really understand why he wouldn't move in the first place. Horses are big, aren't they?" Levi frowned, well, he frowned more, gaze darkening. "Common sense should affect even the dumber ones."
"Levi."
"How could we raise a kid? I refuse to bring a kid into this fucking world. If this world was perfect, we could make it work, I think. Not we, I just-I don't mean-. But, I'd manage to fuck it up, I mean, fuck, look at me," he shook his head, set his hand in the light, clenched it tight, muscles standing out. "And shit, we aren't-"
"I didn't mean to bring that up," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I talked about it. But your brother's kid sounds nice."
She hummed. "He is, I think. Smart, too."
"Smarter than the kid I almost ran over?"
"Maybe."
"The kid who I have to bring near my squad, Zoe."
She shifted, tipping her head to better catch his eyes. "You can kill him."
"I know that." The unspoken words reached her.
He breathed deep, eyes shutting slowly, body relaxing with the moment. She let her finger ghost over the buzzcut area of his hair, thinking that he rarely lost enough edge for her to realize that he was really was gorgeous. His collarbone was distinct, somewhat broad shoulders tapering to slim hips. If he'd stop frowning for a minute, other people might observe that.
He cracked open an eye, peering up at her, giving a sudden little frown. His nose wrinkled just slightly, and he raised a hand to brush against it, letting it rest back down over his stomach, and she allowed her eyes to peruse lower. Levi's frown turned up into a smirk, catching her eyes, reaching her chin, and tipping it down at bit, fingers slipping up to her ear, touching along the crude piercings.
"What?" she asked.
"You're looking at my chest, Zoe. I feel like a piece of meat." His lips twisted up again, obviously alluding it outward, to the titans that banged on the wall, to the pieces of meat trapped.
"Hmmm. Try not to be so morbid," she whispered, and looked away, to which he sighed.
"Sorry, sorry. I have a shit sense of humour." Zoe looked at him, and he leaned up, pulling her in for a kiss, whispering, "I'll protect you."
She melted further, loving that sequence a bit too much. Humanity's greatest soldier, telling her he'd protect her really should be the guarantee for insomnia. Though it was a little lie. He let his thumb slide over the little freckles dusted over her face, a bit darker than her light brown skin tone. Levi let out a breath, and she was sure it caught, dropping her eyes away from his.
"Come with me," he requested, and she lifted her head.
"What?"
"The higher ups will be more inclined to let us take Yeager if you're with us. So they can keep their eyes on the little shit."
Zoe contemplated this, "If it helps, Levi."
"Good."
"You want me with you just for this?"
He took a beat to respond, "No. Not entirely." Levi shifted, head tipping to the side to consider her better.
She smiled, "because you like spending time with me."
"Don't make me regret saying that, Zoe."
Levi sat up, heaved himself off the bed, stooping to pull on his pants, leaving his shirt unbuttoned, rifling in her drawers. She frowned.
"What are you doing?"
"As soon as I find some Black Tea, Zoe, I'll go make a cup."
"What, do you think I keep them in my drawers?"
"Well where are the leaves, then? Don't you get perks or some shit?" He asked, continuing his foraging.
"Levi, I fold things for a reason."
"Oh, please, if you call this folding, then you might be blind," Levi held up a shirt, giving her a long look.
Zoe narrowed her eyes, but stood as well. "If we go down to the kitchens, there will be some."
So they did, passing only a few people, the darkness enough for Levi not to be identified. He picked the lock, and Zoe gave a small sigh. At least he hadn't changed in this sense. He reached behind him, catching her hand, pulling her after him. Levi shut the door after him, Zoe pulling against his direction, suddenly nervous to be doing this, because if there was something she wasn't good at, it was going against the norm; the norm being rules and the like.
"What are you doing?"
"Levi, I-Are we supposed to be down here?"
"Is this your first time breaking rules, I mean, shit, Zoe," Levi turned, looking at her. "Calm down. I've got you."
She flushed, followed him, twitching at every noise. He stopped suddenly, and she bumped into him, loud squeak barely covered with her own hands. Levi shook his head, stepped in, even as he leaned back, tugging her close as he settled against the wall. Zoe allowed him to kiss her, soft nature of it melting her just a bit, nerves relaxing as his hands slid over her skin, shirt ruffled.
Her hum came when he turned them, pressed her against the wall, and she pulled back to say, "What, you wanna fuck me again?" His hands pushed up under her shirt, smirk just visible. She liked it when he let his hands rove like that, just fuck, they were warm, and she was so, so here for this. Nerves were out the window, if there was one down here, she didn't care.
"This working for you?" he breathed, and she slapped him around the head as well she could. He caught her lips in a hard kiss, and the hand she'd used to cuff him served as a place in his hair.
Eventually he pulled away, pushing her in front of him, hands at her hips. Once, he wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up. She kicked out, hiding her laughs with indignation, hand moving around the back of his neck, holding her self stable, though he used this to maneuver his was properly into the kitchen, setting her down, and stealing another kiss, before they settled into search for tea.
He put the pot on just before she found it, triumphant noise attracting his attention. "Shit, I can't find any tea worth this much. Next chance I get, I'll squeeze something out of those fuckers in the Merchant's Association."
They sat at the table in the kitchen, a lone candle in the middle, Levi's leg resting warm next to hers. He found fruit, and an actual pastry, cut it up with the knife she bought him. She teased him about having that, and he waved it off, setting sliced apple wedges on a napkin, cutting himself the larger half of the pastry. Zoe argued, but he stole half of her slice, giving her a pointed look.
"Really?"
"I am a poor, poor Scout regiment troop."
"Oh hush." But she didn't try to win it back.
"So, what do you do as...Commander if the Military Police?" Levi asked, leaning back in his chair, arm hanging over the back, looking comfortable. "Card games? Do you distribute cards? Another card joke?"
"Instead of a shit joke?"
Levi considered that, looking up briefly to the ceiling, then nodded. "Yea."
Zoe shook her head, "It's not much, really. And technically I'm going to be demoted soon. Save your card jokes."
"I don't have much, honestly," Levi shrugged with his words, sipping his tea. "There's a limited amount of shit I can say when it comes to cards."
"I'm sure you'd find more to mess with Nile."
"I can source a hell of alot more if I'm going to fuck with Nule, Zoe."
"Nile."
"Nule, and you know it. You're going to say it one day."
"No, I'm not, actually."
He snorted, eyebrow jumping, "Sure. And has Nule been fucking with you. You want me to beat him up?"
"I can fight my own battles, Levi," she said, lips twisting down, remembering how he'd snapped at her during Cadet training.
"Yea, I know, doesn't mean I can't hold him down while you kick the shit out of him," he muttered, shrugging, looking away from her. "Anyways, I think the command suits you."
She raised her eyebrows, "I don't get that joke."
"It's not a joke, Zoe."
She twiddled her thumbs, cheeks warming a good amount, eventually shifting, putting her nail in her mouth. Levi watched her, and she took it out, chewing instead on her bottom lip, hearing her heart beat as much as she felt it. What was she supposed to say to that? And he was staring at her, making her swallow hard.
"Well, it's...tiring," she finally managed.
He gave a sigh, "You're hotter than Erwin when it comes down to it, so."
"Okay, thanks, let's go with that."
"You're welcome. But, frankly, everyone's better looking than blondie, I mean, his eyebrows are ridiculous. And he's a creepy guy." Levi shook his head, looked up at the ceiling, "Dunno why I trust that-But I do, so. He's a damn good Commander; true to the cause. Not like Nule."
"True."
"I...honestly don't think I've ever had that kind of-" his sigh was heavier, and he set his elbows on the table, face resting in his hand. "Everyone knows that he'll...send them off, without a second thought, if he thinks it'll benefit the greater good. Doesn't matter. He's got more guts than I do. His decisions are much more clear cut than mine, usually better, it's difficult-Fuck it. That shitbag, making me sociable," He scoffed, raising a hand. "Sitting here, with you."
"Hmm. What did you say once? To me."
His eyebrows knit together. "What?"
"I'd like it more if I was fucking you."
He looked away. "Yea."
"Yea."
"Well." Levi tapped his finger on the table. "I said a lot of stupid stuff."
She shrugged, changed subject, though she wished he'd say sorry. Plainly. But that was asking a lot when it came to Levi. In her experience, he was never sorry, but she was tied up in them, in an idea of a future with someone who made her happy. Zoe was alone, and so was he.
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"Why is she coming with us?" Isabel squawked, mouth turned down in a slash.
"Because she is his lover, Isabel, my young chap," Farlan said, over exaggerating a posh accent, waving his finger grandly.
Levi glared, and his friends laughed, Isabel ducking to put her face in her hands. Farlan fixed his pretend monocle.
"Big bro, you're so moody."
Zoe waved, and Levi let Farlan wave back, hailing her with a large smile. Isabel's smile disappeared, and she crossed her arms over her chest, Zoe coming to rest by him, tucking her curls over one ear, bandage on her wrist where she'd accidentally nicked herself on a blade. He let his eyes travel over her, skirt just brushing the tops of her knees, socks covering some distance, customary vest and button up in place as well. Levi had to say he liked her in casual better, mostly because it provided ease of access.
"Since you're clothes shopping with us," Farlan said, "maybe you can make Isabel look like a girl."
Isabel's nose scrunched up, and she slapped Farlan, the four of them walking in an odd, shifting group, the southern district of Wall Sina obviously focusing on textiles. The factories were inside of the wall, and the district, singularly, held more clothes than he'd thought possible. And all a hundred times more fancy then his friends had ever seen, Farlan a bit more excited than Isabel, it seemed.
Farlan actually found himself a monocle, pretending to curl a mustache, mimicking the shop proprietor, completely oblivious to this, focusing on the rich people. Isabel tried this as well, though the stocky owner had turned, saw her, eyes narrowing. A loud 'ehem' made both of his friends freeze, Zoe ducking her head as if to indicate that she was, in fact, not with these weirdos.
Levi looked on, watched Farlan attempt to talk his way out of it, settling on the wall, close to Zoe. He reached, touched the small of her back. She gave a jerk, eyes wide when she saw him, then she relaxed, and he tugged her closer, knew she was watching him as he let his eyes really peruse over her. Zoe smiled, though she didn't look at him, just kept her eyes on her shoes.
Isabel and Farlan were released, and they continued out of the shop. Farlan directed Isabel into a dress shop, laughing as the female fitter shook her head, told his friend that she needed to stand still. Another woman tugged Zoe over, and Levi watched, trying to blot out Farlan's choked laughter, tears streaming down his friend as Isabel wrestled her way into a corset, the noises from behind the folding divider just enough to make that inference.
Zoe was considerably more graceful, though, and she was just visible in a reflection, so he watched unabashedly. His fingers drummed a rhythm on the side of his face, mouth parting enough for one to meet his tongue, other on his teeth, watching her turn, the lace tied, tight under-garment enough for him, though she should roll with that. Didn't need all the frilly additions, white/peach, whatever that fucking color scheme was.
Then his shook his head. He preferred her naked.
Zoe called for help, and he rose, walking in the path of the woman fitter, ignoring her attempt to call him back. He stepped in, saw the surprise on her face. holding the back ties just enough to show the effect to him.
"You like it?"
Fuck, he fucking loved it on her, even if it was too gaudy, and expensive, looking incredibly unnecessary to even have around. Levi wasn't going to tell her that. He leaned back against the wall, face impassive, black hair tickling his face, reminding him he needed to get a hair cut. Zoe's fingers started twisting together, and he continued the silence.
Levi shrugged, saying, "I'd it more if I was fucking you." It was a stupid thing to say, didn't really make any sense, and he saw the little sag it caused.
"Oh."
"Come on. This detour is taking too long anyways."
He apologized in his own way later, though he wasn't sure if she understood that he had. Still, him tossing her a flower on the ride back to the Regiment center made her smile, though it was strained. The phrase was childish, . Levi glared at the wall for a good while before he contemplated letting himself fall asleep, thinking about things he could've said that didn't make her look so disheartened.
Moron.
Isabel popped her head over the top of the bunk bed. Farlan's snores were hard to hear over, but he still caught the jist of, "what did you say to her that made her look sad?"
"None of your business."
"Um, actually it is."
"Why do you care?"
Isabel pouted,talking out of the corner of her mouth, "because she cares about you. I thought she didn't, was like that Lei girl, who makes fun of me nonstop. But she's pretty nice. And kind of like me. Except, she's really...awkward, and surprisingly okay to be around. Thought she was like, from inside wall Sina. A lot of them are. But, apparently, she used to live down near Trost District. On a farm. And she told me that she had actual dogs, not like the ones down in the underground. And cows. I've never seen a cow. Wouldn't that be cool, big bro?"
He shrugged.
"Well. I like her now. So, you can continue on dating her."
"I don't care whether you like her or not." That was another lie. "And I'm not 'dating' her. Doesn't mean anything. Just like it doesn't mean anything if you like her."
"You're lying."
"Yea, I am, moron, now hush up. You need sleep." Levi didn't have time to clarify which one he was lying about.
She made a noise, but he heard her little snuffles join Farlan's snores. Levi breathed in. Breathed out.
And all the pain the world cause; She be healing that shit, (...) and you just wanna tell her everything she might need, but in the mean time it's lights please.
