prompt: hidden kisses
Petra is so much more than his personal assistant, but she's always so eager to please and always available that sometimes Levi can't help but get comfortable after she brings him the day's agenda and his freshly brewed coffee and begins to recite any messages meant for him. And it doesn't help that she does this all so efficiently and quickly that he wonders if he should just sleep in and let her do his job for him instead.
"Take these to the Commander first," Levi says, handing her a folder with a red seal on the front. When she takes the folder, he narrows his eyes to seem intimidating but she doesn't bat an eyelash. "Make sure that goes straight into his hands, Ral."
"Yes, sir."
"These just need to go to the archives." He gestures to a neat stack of reports. "Make sure whatever new graduate is supposed to be filing this crap is actually fucking filing this crap. We don't need a repeat of what happened last time."
"Indeed, sir."
"And these—" Levi stops to scoff at the next pile, this one much larger than the one meant for filing and covered in a lot more red ink than Levi realized he even had. "Give these back to the asshats that wrote them and tell them I want new,not complete shit reports on my desk by dinner tomorrow."
"Of course, sir."
"Make sure you use those exact words, Ral."
"Certainly, sir."
"Now this needs to go to Hanji." Levi points to the box near the edge of his desk wrapped in plain brown paper. "Do not open it."
"I would never, sir."
"You may or may not hear some noises coming from it and it may or may not start to smell, but… yeah. Don't open it. It may or may not be… alive. Or once alive. Basically, just give it straight to Hanji." He pauses. "Only to Hanji. None of that Moblit bullshit."
"I'll hand it only to Squad Leader Hanji, sir."
"And this," Levi begins, slowly turning red as he holds up a smaller package about the size of his hand. He looks away from Petra whose arms are full of all the crap he's handed to her. He feels kind of bad and wonders why the hell she's taking everything in one trip, but he supposes that's just part of how she works. Still, he stands up and puts the next parcel directly into her jacket pocket. "That one is for you, Ral, but don't open it until you're done all the deliveries."
"Huh?" She looks at him curiously. "For me, sir?"
Levi nods. "For you, Petra." On instinct, he looks around the office he already knows is empty save for the two of them before kissing her on the cheek, careful not to get to close lest he knock over the pile of papers and parcels in her arms.
She quirks an eyebrow at him. "You know we're alone, right? You can go for the lips. And I'm not opposed to some tongue action." His flush deepens and she just laughs. "So did you get me a present?" she asks, her tone finally softening as she dropped the soldier act.
"It's not a fucking present."
"Then what is it?"
"Well you'll find out after you're done all the deliveries, Petra." She rolls her eyes and he scoffs at her. "Just get moving, Ral."
"Whatever you say, sir."