A Choice With No Regrets

Attack on Titan fanfiction

By

Blue Sonnet (Nana_41175)

Chapter Ten

Author's Notes: Well, I don't know about you guys, but the spoilers to chapter 81 of the manga just destroyed me! So here's a little something to sweeten things up between Levi and Erwin. Wipe away the tears and enjoy, everyone!

They had made the bed, Levi noticed vaguely.

During the time they were gone from the cottage, somebody had come to change the sheets, plump up the pillows and arrange the blankets so that they had a perfectly made bed beneath them.

And now they had mucked it all up again. Lying on the rumpled sheets, Levi felt sticky, with sweat from her morning exercises drying on her skin and Erwin's come trickling between her legs. The latter was fast turning into a routine.

Levi felt the man himself close behind her, so close that she could feel the warmth of his long, hard body; the texture of rough body hair and male skin that she had yet to get used to. He had propped himself up on an elbow, and she felt the long fingers of one hand tracing the marks and indentations that the 3DMG harness had left on her body, on her back and scapulae. His touch was light and slow, teasing and inquisitive. She fought not to shiver, to show no emotion at all as his lips brushed a kiss against her ear.

"I can get used to this," Erwin whispered. She could hear the smile in his voice and she hated the way her heart contracted painfully at the thought of Erwin, smiling. She'd never seen him smile so much before. Their work in the Survey Corps very rarely gave Erwin any opportunities to really do so, and now Levi felt she could drown in them. She wondered how it had escaped her that Erwin had dimples.

There was that familiar feeling of suffocation descending on her and without a word, she made a move to get up.

She felt his hand sliding around her waist. "Stay," he said.

There was no force in the arm that encircled her. She could easily pry it loose, but she paused.

"I thought we're done talking," she said, not turning her head to see him. All of a sudden, she felt unbearably shy.

"There is a lot more to talk about other than having kids," Erwin replied.

She knew what he meant but she did not feel like discussing their marriage and the way it would change their roles in the Survey Corps. Not yet, anyway.

"I reek," she merely said, and slid away from his arm. He did not try to stop her as she stood up.

She could feel the disappointment in the heavy silence behind her as she walked across the room toward the bathroom. She paused by the door to glance at Erwin, still lying on the bed, watching her with what looked like dejection in those bright blue eyes. She would have smiled; instead she left the door open as she went inside.

She had finished scrubbing up and was in the tub with the warm water to her shoulders, wondering if he got her message, when Erwin appeared by the doorway. She watched as he walked up to her, gloriously, unabashedly naked. Without a word, he got into the tub with her, settling down behind her so that she sat between his long legs. For a while, there was only the sound of the dripping faucet, and the steam curling up all around them from the water. Almost against her will, Levi felt herself relax incrementally into Erwin's arms. She did not resist when he took up a washcloth and passed it over her shoulders, her collarbone.

His voice, when he spoke, was soothing: "I'm sorry if you were overwhelmed earlier. I didn't mean to pin you down to the bed."

So, he had noticed that her momentary panic was genuine. "You really like to flatter yourself, don't you," she said with a bored sigh.

Behind her, she felt a rumble of laughter deep in his chest. Erwin passed the washcloth over her arm, raising it as he did so to lock her hand in his. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought he must hear it. Levi let her arm stay heavy and languid as he studied her hand.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "The things you do for me with these capable hands, Levi."

She couldn't resist: "What, like grabbing your cock?"

Erwin chuckled, and seemingly by accident, she felt the washcloth brush against one breast. She suppressed a shiver as she felt herself twitch at the slight contact, wondering how she could want him again, so soon after she'd had him.

"That, among other things," he agreed. "I have a feeling you like my cock."

"I do like Little Erwin," Levi said, and Erwin actually laughed.

He did not look away as she turned her head slightly to peer at him. "I suppose you find a lot of things surprising about me," he said, reading her thoughts. He passed the washcloth over her other arm.

"I didn't realize you have dimples," she finally said.

He gave her a wry smile that dimpled his left cheek. "Only when the smile is deep enough," he said.

There was that washcloth again, wiping over her sternum in a slow, soothing circle before disappearing below the water, drifting down over her abdomen, her navel. Almost without her knowing it, Levi leaned her head back against Erwin's shoulder and opened her thighs.

"Beautiful," she heard Erwin murmur in her ear as she felt his touch drift lower. "You've always been beautiful, Levi, but until now I just never realized how much."

She felt her face grow warm at his words and hoped he would pass it off as an effect of the steaming water, yet she could not disguise her body's response to his teasing touch. Her breath caught as she felt the washcloth between her legs, rubbing at her softly, experimentally, as if seeking permission. The friction was delicious, but not enough. She willed herself to close her mouth before a moan could escape. "Don't tease me," she said through gritted teeth, almost hissing. "If you're going to, touch me with your hand."

"Now, aren't we just a bit greedy?" Erwin whispered, and Levi could feel his mouth stretched into a smile as he nipped gently at her neck.

"Don't fuck with me, Erwin," Levi warned, and she could not help arching into his touch. He was almost there where she needed him most, the alien texture of the washcloth a frustrating and titillating thing all at once.

"Alas, my body is still recovering," he said regretfully. It was true, she could feel him at the small of her back, and he was soft, almost uninterested. "Excuse me, my love. I'm not as young as I used to be. You, on the other hand…"

"Fuck you," Levi said, the curse coming out most unconvincingly as a groan. She found it hard to focus when he used endearments— another weapon in his arsenal. Her hand clamped down over his under the water, demanding, urging him to go faster, harder.

"Levi, Levi," he said, his tone gently reproachful as he took his hand away.

Levi cursed again. "Fine," she bit out. "Who needs you. I'd just do myself."

"No." The calmness of his voice belied his firm grip as Erwin's hand closed over Levi's own, immobilizing her. "Perhaps you'd care to show me how you pleasure yourself, darling, but that would have to wait another day."

The bastard was being insufferable. She could elbow him, perhaps even break a rib or two. She could do that before she stormed out of the tub in a huff, but his gaze stopped her. "Do you trust me, Levi?" he said softly.

"Ask," he continued when she fell silent. "All you have to do is ask, Levi. Always. Please."

Levi ran her tongue over her dry lips, and her words, when they came, were almost inaudible: "I want you to touch me."

"Where?" he breathed.

Fuck you! Levi thought savagely as she twisted her head away. Her next words were almost bitten out, one by one: "on my cunt. I want—ahh…!"

She heard his intake of breath at her coarseness, and her sudden cry seemed too loud in the closed confines of the bathroom. It bounced off the walls, echoing in the chamber. It was mortifying, but Levi could not help it, not when she felt Erwin's bare fingers against her flesh, minus the washcloth, caressing her, knowing fully well what she craved and how she wanted it.

"There, darling. That's it," murmured Erwin encouragingly as she moved against him, seeking to deepen the contact. The water muted his touch and slowed down his movements, and Levi could not get enough.

She wanted— needed— more. She gasped as she felt Erwin's other hand on her breast, teasing her nipple, his mouth against her neck, sucking at her skin and laving at it with his tongue. She forced her mouth shut against the moans that threatened to erupt from deep within her.

"Don't keep it in," Erwin implored. "I want to hear you, just like last night. Please, darling."

His words worked to undo her resolve. She did not know how the urgent, almost pained sounds she made could be so shameless, so devoid of any inhibition. She moaned as she pushed herself against his hand, her hand gripping tightly at his arm, her other hand grabbing at the side of his head. The excruciating pleasure built so slowly, rising within her until she was suddenly there, coming against Erwin's fingers, release radiating through her in sleepy, concentric waves.

For a while, she felt like floating, weightless on the water, until she felt his arms move to envelope her. Until then, she did not realize she was leaning against him, hard, her head thrown back against his shoulder in abandon. There was water everywhere, splashed on the walls, the floor.

"Darling Levi," he murmured against her temple, even as she struggled to understand what had just happened. At this very hour yesterday, she had never had sex in her entire life and since sunrise this morning, she'd had three orgasms and the day was not yet over. It was unbelievable, the world of difference a single day could bring.

She flushed as she risked a peek at Erwin, growing shy as he merely chuckled fondly. His voice was low in her ear as he said, "I love that you know what you want and that you're not afraid to ask for it."

"I'm not afraid of anything," she said, bristling a little.

Erwin laughed softly. "I know that, darling, and I hope you won't be jealous of poor Lady Burlow from now on. Believe me, there will be more advances from her, beginning with an invitation for dinner later. The husband is worth talking to, for obvious reasons."

Levi grew still as she listened to Erwin outline Lady Burlow's possible schemes and his counterplan, which included Lady Burlow's husband. It never ceased to amaze her that the Commander was there all along, right beside the newly revealed lover in Erwin, emerging cool and collected as ever to take control of a situation which had presented itself with a realm of possibilities for the taking.

"I hope you don't mind my mixing some business with pleasure, my love?" he asked at the end of it.

Would I be able to stop you? She wondered.

"Just don't get carried away," warned Levi, hating that she had to say it, despite Erwin's words.

"Rest assured," he said, smiling, "that there has only been one person who is able to induce that kind of effect on me, and I married her."

Erwin's predictions came true the moment they stepped out of the bathroom. Their bell chimed, and a liveried footman waited outside their door with a gilt-edged card heralding an invitation for dinner.