Summary: She squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment and considers that yes, she would very much like to lick him.


One day Petra sees Levi out of uniform and she wants to die.

Are you kidding me? she thinks, very much enjoying how snugly the off white shirt fits his body over breakfast. He was supposed to have laced up the top of it but in a uncharacteristic stroke of laziness, he didn't, letting the top fall open and expose the usually covered up expanse of his neck and collarbone.

Petra puts all her energy into staring intently at the table, but every so often she has to look up when someone is speaking to her. She'll just nod or grunt or shake her head, because really, really, how the hell can she pay attention to pointless conversation when Levi is sitting there like that.

She squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment and considers that yes, she would very much like to lick him.

Fuck.

Stop that! she tells herself.

Petra sighs and lifts her cup of tea, purposely covering her mouth. She goes through an awkward cycle of smirking and grimacing and cringing and holding back little schoolgirl giggles.

Eventually Auruo frowns at her. "Hey, Petra," he says, actually sounding mildly concerned. "Are you okay? You're getting really red and you've been making faces all morning."

She wants to pummel him despite the sentiments.

"I'm fine," she bites out. They all look at her, Levi and tight shirt included, and she looks at her cup intently. "I'm fine."

Auruo shrugs. "Just checking."

They resume whatever conversation they were having while Petra resumes notthinking about all the things she'd do too her captain on this fairly sturdy table if they were alone. She's about to give her mental approval for idea number fourteen when she looks up and sees Levi staring at her and smirking ever so slightly. He puts down his cup of coffee and leans back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, still holding her gaze.

And then Petra bows her head and sighs to herself because fucking hell, she's going to die.