CHAPTER 11
Levi's POV
I wiped my hand on my pants again.
No matter what I did I couldn't get my hand to stop shaking, not since that brat had touched it; it felt like it was on fire it was so sweaty and shaky. As I made my way back to my quarters the incident replayed over and over again in my head. I shook my head when I reached my door, then tried to push the thoughts aside as I pushed it open.
Inside my office sat an older Cadet, eighteen at least, named Cassandra, or Susan, or Piper, or something. Her presence didn't come as a surprise to me; I had given her specific orders to come to my office and to wait for my return. The moment she saw me she shot up and gave a nervous salute.
"C-Corporal Levi!" she squeaked. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
I nodded.
"Sit, Cadet." She did. "Do you know why I called you to my office tonight?" I asked her, leaning against my desk. I saw her eyes follow the contours of my body, like she was undressing me in her mind. I suppressed a smirk at the thought.
"No, sir," she answered. Bluntly, I got straight to the point.
"I find you highly attractive, Cadet," I lied smoothly. I found none of the Cadets terribly attractive. She turned beet red and looked down at her boots.
"Th-Thank you, sir," she said. "But what exactly does this have to do with my presence here tonight?"
"To put it bluntly I'd like to sleep with you."
Her head shot up, eyes shot open.
"Excuse me, sir?" she squeaked.
"I believe you heard me, Cadet," I said.
"I don't believe I understand you, sir."
"No feelings. No spending the night. Nothing that might complicate this superior-inferior relationship we have here. Just doing it and then you leave."
"Oh."
I was silent for a few moments, letting her process the information and weigh her options.
"So what do you say?" I asked. "How about it?"
She was silent for a few moments more, before looking nervously up at me and saying:
"Okay."
I smirked and loosened my cravat.
"Alright then."
Reaper's POV
I never wanted to kill anyone so badly in my life.
"Again," Levi said from his cushy position on a tree limb. You know, I had never once seen a superior officer train. Bastards.
I pushed off from the ground and shot my grappling hooks into the nearest tree, jumping up to raggedly slice the neck of the fake titan. The jagged piece of foam padding from the dummy's neck floated ungracefully to the ground.
"Not like that," he sighed, exasperated, from the limb on which he stood. "Do I have to show you again?"
Now, I pride myself on my strength. I had taken down my share of people in tae kwon do classes; I had successfully beaten the stuffing out of several training dummies; I had even gotten the buzzer to the top of one of those carnival games where you hit the plate with a giant mallet and try to hit the bell at the top. But I was still panting and sweating like a fucking pig out there on that training field. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. Repeatedly. And then shoved ice down my windpipe.
I collapsed on the ground, panting like a dog, clutching my aching sides. Within moments Levi was in front of me, kneeling down to inspect the damage I had done to myself.
"Why is it that you can't go a single day without injuring yourself, Reaper?" he said.
"I'm not injured," I groaned. "Just incredibly tired."
He glanced down at my foot. I spared a glance at it as well. It looked like it was twisted all the way around
"Are you sure about that?" he asked stoically. I groaned again and covered my eyes with my palms. That day was off to such a great start.
I suddenly felt my heaving body being lifted up by a pair of strong arms. Swiveling my head to the right I saw the stoic face of Lance Corporal Levi. He was carrying me.
"I can probably walk, you know," I panted. He put me down and watched me hobble pathetically, then picked me up again.
"No you can't," he said simply and stepped over a loose tree root.
"You could just put me down and let me use your shoulder."
"Too slow."
I sighed.
"Thank you, then," I said. He turned his head to look at me.
"Since when do you thank me?" he asked.
"Since you did something to deserve it." He scoffed.
"I hardly think that's proper etiquette toward your superior officer."
"Is it proper etiquette to tell you to suck my dick?" He scoffed again, but did nothing that would suggest he would punish me.
"Not necessarily," he said, "But I think I can overlook it this one time."
"Why thank you, kind sir." I could have sworn I saw the ghost of a smirk cross his features.
He carried me past the Cadets who were training in the field. They were all doing jumping jacks, Commander Erwin counting "one hundred, one-o-one, one-o-two." Upon catching sight of Levi one of the Cadets in the front, an older girl, blushed profusely. I smirked.
"I think Captain Ketchup over there has a crush," I said. He turned to look and visibly smirked. She immediately looked straight ahead, getting a bit too into her jumping jacks.
"On you," he said.
"She's looking straight at you," I said.
"True enough," he said, hefting me in his arms so as to keep me from falling. "She probably would be a little flustered after seeing me naked."
I started and shook my head.
"And why in the fuck would you tell your trainee this?" I asked.
"Why in the fuck not tell your trainee this?"
"I can think of many reasons."
"You're just flustered at the thought of seeing me naked." It was my turn to scoff.
"You wish."
"You wish."
"Prove it." What happened next caught me completely off-guard.
He squeezed my ass.
I immediately (and reflexively) punched him hard in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground with my foot on his arm. Unfortunately it was my bad foot, sending me also sprawling to the ground, lying across his body with my knees on his left shoulder.
The Cadets (and the trainers, I'm sure) erupted into thunderous laughter which I couldn't help but join in on. Levi, however, was not amused, as he had just recovered from the last black eye I had given him.
"Seriously," he groaned. "Where did you learn how to punch like that?"
"I am so sorry shit like this keeps happening," I apologized through my crazed laughter.
"If you were really sorry you'd get off me."
I bent my knees to allow him to get up. He brushed himself off and picked me up again; I was sure to keep myself as far away from him as possible, which, not to my surprise, wasn't very far.
"Why the hell did you squeeze my ass, you perv?" I asked him.
"To see if you wished," he answered.
"How would that reveal whether I wanted to see you naked or not?"
"If you blushed," he said.
"I see."
He carried me back to the castle through my stable, eventually making his way to the infirmary and depositing me on a bed. He made sure my ankle was properly bandaged and then carried me to my space in the dungeon.
Or tried to, at least.
When we arrived at the foot of the stairs we were greeted with the sound of a splash as Levi's boots came into contact with a foot of water.
"Fuck," Levi swore. "It's flooded."
"Really?" I groaned. "I hadn't fucking noticed."
We both sighed deeply before he turned us around and carried me back up the stairs.
"Where am I going to sleep?" I asked.
"Knowing Erwin's sense of humor, probably my room."
"Goddammit."
As our luck would have it, Levi was right. When he went into Erwin's office there was a lot of yelling, a lot of sighing, but Levi came out just as stoically as ever, saying that I was sleeping on a cot in his room. The reasoning behind it? I wasn't trustworthy enough to be placed with other Cadets yet.
I wanted to punch something. But I'd probably just end up hurting my hand, too.