The votes get it, here's the lemon. Keep in mind I like to write sensual over sensational, so I hope you enjoy.

Amaura lightly stepped through the small tunnel that led to the hot spring. She had her soaps bundled into a towel tucked under one arm and held a lantern with her other. That particular outpost was one she used often so she had her own personal alcove with its own entrance to the bath area. It made it easy to sneak to the hot springs, especially when she wanted to bathe in the middle of the night.

It had been a long day of travel and after she'd helped set up camp, she'd taken first watch. Her motivation was selfish though, because by the time her watch was over, she was sure she'd have the springs to herself. And, because they were a little ahead of schedule, she'd get to sleep in a little. When she entered the cave and found it deserted she smiled, found a high place for her lantern, set her soaps and towel by the ledge of the pool, and stripped down to her bra and panties. She stopped and considered for a moment, felt brazen, and removed her bra too.

Streams of inviting vapor swirled up and she stepped to the ledge of the shimmering pool. The water was perfect when she tested it with her toe, so she didn't hesitate to step in. She let out a long sigh and sank until the water lapped at the nape of her neck.

As her body relaxed her mind started to think on the one thing she hadn't really allowed herself to dwell on, Levi. For most of their journey he hadn't said much, and as far as she could tell, barely looked at her. She had to consider that a night spent sleeping, literally sleeping with a woman, would not be as important to him as it was to her. Overall maybe, she was putting too much importance on her newly discovered feelings. Because it was new and important to her, that didn't mean he had feelings that ran as deep as hers did. If she had thought about it, she should have expected his coldness. They came from two different worlds. She shouldn't expect anything from him. Still, going to the wall, the capital city, and possibly standing trial instead of him, was a good decision as far as she was concerned, even if he didn't feel as deeply as she did. She wouldn't change her mind, despite the additional orders Jasper had given her.

Pushing her thoughts away she swam to the ledge of the water and grabbed her soap and the small sponge. A loud clink echoed through the cave and startled her. She looked up as Levi stripped off his shirt, then undershirt. Next to him lay his boots and harness. Quickly she crossed her arms over her chest and backed away from him, "I'm in here."

"I know," he said and unbuckled his belt. It rattled loudly in the small cave, before he started to unfasten his pants. Heat flooded her face. She turned her back to him and waded to the farthest wall of the pool. It didn't go over four feet deep, but she was grateful that the water lapped up to her neck, and the darkness offered some protection.

She heard the rustle of him pulling his pants down and the soft tink of the snap as he laid it on the stone with his harness. Her heart pounded. There was a quiet splash and waves tickled against her hair line, just before a hand appeared next to her face, "soap," he ordered and she quickly handed him the soap and sponge without looking. He took it and she squeezed away from him, trying to circle around the edge of the water, so that she could get out.

"Amaura," a hand pressed against the stone next to her, barring her exit. "I've been waiting for you for hours. Are you going to chicken out now? Especially when I've already told you, I won't ever do anything to you, you don't want. Or do you trust me even less than I'd already assumed?"

She turned slightly and looked up at him. In the lamplight, his green eyes seemed to glow or maybe it was the electricity she felt from them. That was the only tell of emotion she saw because his face was flat and expressionless. "I've never," she swallowed. "I've never shared a bath with a man, not like this."

"Me neither." He rubbed the soap and sponge between his hands so the soap lathered up and plum blossoms filled the air. She turned back away from him and tried to creep away again. Only a warm soapy cloth spread across her back and she could feel the full outline of his hand as he ran it over her shoulder. "You're not even going to look? I did, but then I've been staring at your ass for five days." He ran the cloth down her back, dipped it beneath the water, and followed the path of her spine. She shivered.

"I like the way your skin reacts when I touch you." He ran the cloth around her waist and up her side. "Don't you want to know how I'll react when you touch me?"

She did want to know. Would he lose that practiced hardened composure? Could she make him do that? The idea to try had appeal. She cleared her throat, "Someone could catch us."

"Which means you've considered it." He said close to her ear and his breath reacted with her wet skin, causing more shivers. "No one will bother us, not with Mikasa guarding the door." He pulled the cloth out of the water and she heard him rub more soap into it. "We agreed to take turns. She thinks I wanted time away from the brats and she wanted the hot spring to herself."

"Well, I understand that."

"She thinks I don't know about her and Eren." Amaura was a little shocked by his implication, but didn't think on it more than a second, because he'd replaced the cloth on her other shoulder. He spread out his hand and pushed it down under her arm, then over her stomach, dusting his fingers against the bottom of her breasts. A second hand wrapped around her stomach. He pulled her snug against him as his arm snaked further around her waist. She could feel the entire length of his body, from his toned thighs to his hardened chest. His skin was heated from the water, but still felt like warm silk against hers.

"I'm not real sure what I'm supposed to do now." She said with desire clouding her thoughts.

He reached around her and lifted the soap and sponge out of the water, "you take a bath." His voice was husky in her ear and she again shivered. "I really do like that." He nuzzled the side of her neck and she cautiously took the soap from him. He wrapped both hands around her waist and squeezed her tightly. Something stiff pressed to her bottom and familiar memories roared up with ugly force, breaking the spell he had on her.

Panic stricken, she stiffened and jerked away from him with a loud splash of water. She turned to glare at him. He stood immobile, facing her with his usual flat expression, but there was a tiny crease between his eyes. "You can't be that naïve. When a half-naked woman brushes her ass against a man's cock, it gets hard." Her response was to wade through the water and put distance between them. "I'm not going to even try to hide the fact that you do make my cock hard, even fully dressed. But, hesitation and nervousness are forms of fear. I don't want you if you're afraid of me. And, until the day comes that you touch me without hesitation of fear, it won't matter how hard my cock gets. Even if you ask, I don't want you, not like that." He turned and started to wade to the ledge of the pool.

She watched water glisten off of his skin and flow down the toned planes of his back as he rose out of it. "Levi," she said softly stopping him. He looked over his shoulder at her, and she was struck by how absolutely beautiful he was. She looked at him and then something struck her. "You're wearing underwear?"

He turned and folded his arms over his chest not hiding the large protuberance that emanated from between his legs, "so are you."

"So you really just planned to come here for a bath," she looked to his face trying to read his expression.

"Just a bath," he confirmed. "It doesn't mean I didn't want more. It doesn't mean I don't' want you now and I want you pretty damn badly."

She thought about it and decided that she wanted him, just as much as he appeared to want her. She wanted him more than she was afraid. "I wish I could say I wasn't afraid." She looked away from him feeling the heat of shame flaming her cheeks. "I wish I could say in time, I could manage to fight those fears on my own." She looked back to him, "I can't," she admitted honestly, "I do know this," she stared at his face and locked her gaze with his. "I can overcome it with you, because I want you just as badly."

He splashed back into the water and before she knew it she was in his arms and his lips were covering hers. His tongue invaded her mouth and her fears were forgotten to the taste of velvety spice and hazelnut. She wound her arms around his neck and nearly groaned at how right it felt to press her bared breasts into his hardened chest as she returned his kiss. Her tongue spiraled and played with his and she moved it against his teeth and lips.

He ran his hands down her back and dug his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks before he pulled his mouth away, "wrap your legs around me." She lifted her legs and hooked them behind his back and he pushed her against his hardened shaft. She stiffened unsure, and verging on afraid. He stopped his movements and just pressed his mouth to her cheek. "Amaura," he said softly in her ear and pulled away.

He brought a hand up to gently cup her face and hot water trickled down her chin and over her neck. His green eyes seemed to smolder as they locked with hers and she was reminded of how much she wanted him. And, she discovered she liked the feel of him against her. She leaned in and kissed him and he tentatively returned the kiss, until she opened her mouth and invited him to do more.

His tongue swept through her mouth and re-explored it. Her desire reignited and flamed out of control and a strange pressure started to build inside her. He moved and she was further excited by the feel of his hard shaft rubbing against her, despite the thin layers of fabric between them. She squeaked into his mouth and he let out a deep moan in return.

Their kiss turned fierce and her teeth banged against his when she tried to adjust the angle, so that she could explore more of his mouth. But, instead he pulled away, with a soft bite to her lower lip. She could have screamed in frustration. Until, he ran his lips over her jaw and sucked at the side of her neck. The skin was so sensitive that she reacted with deep tremors that made her body convulse against his. He moaned again as she rubbed her core to his, wanting more. He bit at her earlobe and she felt water move around them and she was pushed up against a smooth rock.

He released his hold on her bottom, spanned his hands around her waist and lifted her away from him, so that she was balanced against him and leaning against the rock behind her. "Levi?" She questioned, "did I do something wrong?" She asked between quivering lips and aching need.

"No, you're doing it a little too right." He leaned in and kissed her again as a hand came up, cupped one of her breasts, and he ran his thumb over her nipple. His tongue entwined with hers for a long moment, before he pulled away and licked her lips. She was on the verge of begging him not to stop, but then he started tracing a path of kisses down her neck, accentuated with swirling licks.

His mouth heated her skin wherever it touched it and the pulsing need and pressure had her pressing her breasts to him. When he took one of her nipples in his mouth she nearly screamed. He gently sucked on it as he rolled his tongue around the sensitive tip. "I'm going to discover how soft you really are," he warned before a hand ran up her inner thigh and dipped beneath her panties. She stiffened, froze, and held her breath. He was tormenting her with anticipation. But, he stopped his movements, "Amaura?"

She could barely think his hand was so close to discovering her intimately, but she did know one thing for sure, "don't stop." She said in a tight whisper and looked deep into dark pools of green and ran her hands up his corded arms.

Suddenly he growled and pulled her away from the rock swung her around and set her on a different rock that was nearby as the water splashed against them. The rock was cool and it sloped back so that she lay almost flat and he stood over her. He dug his fingers into her skin when he peeled back her panties, pulled then down over her feet, and tossed them aside.

Then he was on top of her, crushing her. Suddenly she felt trapped and vulnerable. Despite her desire she was anxious. He stopped once more and locked his eyes with hers. Once again, reminding her who she was with and that he would never hurt her. She ran her hands over and up his chest and circled them around his neck, giving him permission to continue.

Then his mouth was on hers again his tongue hotter than before, going deeper, and when he pulled away she was drunk off the taste of spice and hazelnuts. He pushed her back against the rock so that her breasts arched into his mouth, and he took them one at a time circling his tongue, then flattening it around each of her nipples.

When she thought the pressure inside her would make her cry out for more she felt his fingers slip between her legs, part her folds, and carefully touch her. She groaned and then panted. He rubbed his fingers up and down against her sensitive flesh before she felt them dip inside her. "Levi," she moaned and reached out to him. He wove the fingers of one of his hands through hers and she wrapped her other hand around the wrist of the one that gently rubbed and stroked her.

"I lied," he said hoarsely. And, she looked at him. His eyes were still electric and his mouth was slightly parted as small pants escaped him. "I wanted to be patient with you, but I'm just not that man." He slid a second finger into her and she squirmed and squeaked. His mouth was on her breast again only it didn't stay there. He licked a path over then between her breasts and down, down over her stomach. He dipped his tongue into her belly button before it explored further.

She stiffened and sat up, "I…"

He looked up at her as he ran his callused hands over her inner thighs and pushed her legs open. "This is how a lover should touch you." He kissed one thigh, the other, and then brought his mouth to her core. He kissed her lightly and she was torn between being embarrassed at him touching her so intimately and the new sensations he caused. He used his fingers to part her and licked at the delicate skin there. Every muscle in her body pulsed with reaction. His tongue was so hot and thick she'd never imagined that anything could be so exquisite. He twisted it around and every nerve in her body went wild. She tried to push him off and close her legs but he pushed back at her thighs and held her in place. He rotated his tongue again and electricity jolted through her. She had no idea what to do with herself or what to do about the strange pressure that was building to explosive. Over and over again he circled his tongue and she finally closed her eyes and leaned back against the rock. He dipped his tongue inside her and lapped at what seemed to be every nerve ending in her body and the pressure broke a damn in her. Waves of bliss crashed over her body and she wasn't sure if she screamed or if she quit breathing. She felt like she was the center of an earthquake and could do nothing but ride out its wake. But, he didn't stop. Again, he flitted his tongue then dipped it into her and more waves of bliss crashed over her.

She lost all awareness and when the waves settled she lay unmoving as he stood over and looked down on her. He leaned over her with his arms planted on either side. There was intensity in his stare that seemed to warn her before he moved away and stripped. She lifted up on her elbows and gazed at him. He was all hard chorded muscle that moved when he breathed. Her eyes flowed down over his chest and followed the divot at his hip that led to the core of his manhood. She'd never really openly stared at a man's penis before, she'd never really wanted to. But, his was virile with its patch of surrounding dark hair and promised pleasure.

He took back his position over her and she felt the tip of his shaft brush against her inner thigh. Old fears roared up with such ugly force that she had to fight herself to keep from scrambling away from him. But she couldn't stop herself from trying to be small. She pushed him away, folded her knees in, and hugged them. Then she was ashamed and couldn't look at him. It was Levi and she wanted him. She wanted to know what it would be like for him if she made him lose control the way he'd just done with her. But, she didn't want it the same, not as it was before. Her fear held her in place.

He picked up her hand and pulled as she slowly unfolded and he drew her into the water. They waded into it until it lapped at his chest and her shoulders. "I told you I'd never do anything to you, you didn't want." He looked down into her eyes and brought both hands up to cup her face. "And, I will never take anything from you, you don't want to give. But, I'm more than willing to let you take what you want from me." She reached up and spread her hands over his arms, ran them up to his chest, and stepped into him. His arms folded loosely around her and she was enthralled at how well she fit with the length of his body. She felt every facet of it with heightened awareness, and suddenly she wanted what he offered. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she was the one to conquer his lips.

He allowed her to discover his mouth her way and responded in kind. His kiss had changed. It was tender, slow, soft, and inviting. All the previous fierceness had left him. Slowly she lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist, and he held her tightly still kissing her tenderly. She in turn wound her arms around his shoulders and buried her hands in his hair as she returned the kiss. The other leg lifted and wrapped itself around him. She felt the tip of his shaft against her, near the entrance of everything that made her a woman and he stopped with his lips pressed against hers.

She moved, positioned herself, and slowly glided onto him. He was so hot and smooth, and even though the fit was tight, he felt so right in her. There was no humiliation or pain and the remnants of her fear shattered as she slid all the way down on him. He filled and connected with her in one of the most intimate of ways and everything she'd ever experienced that was bad or hurtful was forgotten and the memory replaced with him, just him.

"Thank you," he mouthed into her lips, before he kissed her again, still slowly and tenderly. Between the invasion on her mouth and the feel of him inside her, she wanted more and instinct drove her to move. He groaned and squeezed her tighter. "Don't stop," he said into her mouth and she was exhilarated by his pleas.

Slowly she moved herself up and down his shaft, groaning at the feel of it sliding in and out of her. Again she moved, marveling at how wondrous it felt. Then she was doing it faster, and spreading her legs further apart so that his stroke could go deeper.

"Levi, I need…" she didn't finish the statement because she didn't know how to tell him what she needed. Once more she found herself leaning against a rock. Only this time his hands were underneath her holding her up. She clung to him and dug her fingernails into the skin of his back. He started moving in her, slowly at first but then he pushed deeper, and the pressure inside her started to build again. Over and over he entered deep into her as he grunted into her lips. He penetrated harder and faster, and the pressure built to an amazing crescendo that released itself in mind numbing waves. When she screamed he caught it with a kiss and she felt him swell then explode inside her. He returned her scream with something that was a mix between a growl and moan. He pushed deep inside her one last time and he coiled his arms back around her. She clung to him desperately, unwilling to move or let go.

Her breathing hadn't settled before she kissed the corner of his mouth then ran her lips along his jaw. "You should probably get back to your squad, but I can't manage to let you go, just this second."

He nuzzled her neck and pulled out of her, causing a high pitched whine to escape her. "I need a bath, so do you, and I thought you had your own quarters."

She stopped pulled back and looked at him. "I wasn't sure, how this was done. I mean…" she cleared her throat and unfastened her legs and shakily stood. She would have moved away, but his hold on her hadn't loosened. "And that seemed a little one sided. So?"

He stiffened and she saw the crease appear between his eyes. "Don't insult…"

She cupped his face and kissed him. Now that she knew she could touch him without even the tiniest traces of fear, she wanted to touch more of him. She wanted to explore him the way he'd done her. "I'm not good at pillow talk, so I am just going to say this outright. I enjoyed being the center of your attention and all your experience. But, now that I'm not afraid, I want to do the same for you, even if I'm bad at it for lack of experience."

His eyes opened wide in surprise then face split into a smile, "give me an hour and I will teach you about blow jobs."

"Give me thirty minutes and I'll be ready to learn."

"Challenge accepted," he kissed her ear. "But, I still need a bath. You can start by washing my back, then my front…" He continued listing body parts to her giggles and she had a feeling she was going to need to sleep late in the morning.

Levi could smell dawn on the air and opened his eyes to the candle lit cavern. They'd spent the night in her quarters, sharing her small bed tucked together underneath the thick blanket. Last night they'd been hot from exertion, but now it was cool, almost cold.

Amaura still slept. One of her arms was draped over him and her breasts pressed to his back. He wanted to stay there with her curvy body and soft skin pressed to him. Unfortunately the world had other plans for them. He shifted, carefully disentangled himself from her arms and the blanket, and sat up.

The cold was bitter, but the loss of her body heat bothered him more. He turned to stare down at her. Her soft hair and skin glowed like moon spun silk and ivory velvet in the flickering candlelight. She must have felt the cold too because she opened her eyes. For a moment the violet hues were hazy, and then they focused on him. "Levi?" she rolled onto her stomach and tucked her arms underneath her. Maybe she did it because she was cold. It seemed like she did it because she was unsure. He reached out and ran his fingers over the tattoos that were dotted down her spine. It was a harsh reminder of the reality they existed in, or rather the separated realities they existed in. Worse it was a reminder that he was taking her away from her home and to a place that not only tried to kill her, but tried to break her first.

He ran his fingers up her spine before he traced them over her eyebrow and down her jaw. He wanted to remember her as she was, sated after a night spent with him. They hadn't really gotten much sleep, because she'd been an enthusiastic and quick learner. She'd seemed to enjoy pleasing him as much as he'd enjoyed being the recipient of her newly learned techniques. She was provocative and wild, and still so innocent. As spent as he was, he wanted her again.

Time was against them. Their circumstances were against them. The whole world seemed like it was against them.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"mon Colibri," he responded without thinking.

Her eyes opened a little wider with surprise then she smiled, "I didn't know you spoke French."

"Rivaille is a French name," he raised an eyebrow at her and she laughed.

"Yes it is," she reached out a hand and rested it on his bared thigh. It was warm and he didn't feel so cold. "What did you just say?"

"Your name."

"Hm," she looked like she was about to challenge his answer, but decided not to. "What's wrong?" She asked again.

He took the hand that was on his thigh, lifted it, and kissed her palm. "I can't choose you over my orders."

"I didn't ask you too."

She was right, she hadn't, but he was unsure about the rightness of taking her back to the wall. "I have a mission."

"And, it's an important one." She sat up and his gaze was drawn to her plump breasts for a fraction of a second then he looked back to her face. "Is this where you tell me, last night was great, but…"

"Last night was fucking phenomenal," he interrupted then stopped.

She smiled, blushed and then her face saddened. "But?"

"Things will change once we get inside the walls."

"I know," she said softly, took back her hand, and pulled the blanket up. He'd watched her long enough to know that her posture had gone from unsure to defensive. "So you want to end things between us here?"

"No," he said a little too harshly. "I don't want to expose you to the ass holes in charge."

She visibly relaxed. "So? What do you want me to do?"

"Put my cock in your mouth," he joked.

"In a minute," a grin touched her lips. "What do you want me to do so you're a little less worried?"

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, brushed his fingers over her neck, collarbone, and let them play over the rise of her breast. "Once we get to the wall," he stopped and thought about it. "I thought about leaving you here, but I trust Erwin."

"You're still unsure how things will play out." She shrugged, "I did consider that too, before I decided to come."

"I know you did," he dipped his hand inside the blanket and fondled her breast, making the nipple react. She parted her lips ever so slightly and he liked that she reacted so quickly to his touch. But, he still hadn't truly gotten what he wanted from her. "Promise you'll trust me."

She looked serious and covered the hand that he had on her breast with her own. Her violet eyes softened and so did her face. Deep emotion was evident in her expression even though he couldn't interpret it. "I promise I will try."

He was disappointed even if he'd expected her answer, but at least she offered hope that he could one day earn her complete trust. At the very least she trusted him with her body, and that was a lot for her. He bent down and kissed her. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair in a way he'd come to find comforting and enticing all at once. She opened her mouth in invitation and he couldn't say no. She tasted just like she smelled, like plum blossoms. Immediately, his lust overpowered him. As he slid back underneath the blanket and on top of her, he hoped his choice to follow orders and take her back to the wall wasn't a choice he'd regret later.

You'd think I'd be done with this right? I mean who turns a fanfiction into a book? Yeah, apparently I do. I know it's not quit a full book yet, but I know what's coming and by the time I'm done, it will be. *head desk* Make the bunnies stop.

I also reserve the right to go back and correct any grammar issues I catch after the fact. Copy editing is not my favorite thing. So, forgive me please.

And, if you find that you really like this chapter, I have found that it goes well with mocha chocolate cake and whipped icing.

As always thank you for the faves and reviews.

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