This is my first work for this pairing and my first attempt at writing in a long time. Anyways, I think these too are similar but different enough that I ship them, so I made them be in-love in this fic.
I don't own anything.
Sometimes it was easier to see how much she had changed, how much she had grown, by categorizing the effect that the passage of time has had on her body.
It was not true that time healed all wounds but living and trying to do things different helped. Letting go of the dead helped. It took a while, but once she realized for herself, breathing became easier, her heart did not feel so heavy. Despite her skepticism (her initial reluctance), good days became more common. She still had difficult days, even though it had been nearly a decade since the end of the war (since he died). Today, was a difficult day, but anniversaries always were.
She needed to ground herself, remind herself that while she was the same as she was all those years ago, she had aged, and she had grown.
She could see that in the face staring back at her in the mirror, her hair still damped from her shower. She still had the scar that she had gotten as a girl, a reminder of the boy she had once loved. That she still loved. But there were also other marks, proof of the years that had passed since then. She noticed the fine lines at the corner of her eyes and mouth, that became more pronounce when she smiled or laughed.
Laugh lines they called them. She liked them. They tell a story, of the good times spend with her children, with her husband.
She let her towel fall to take in the rest of her body. In her youth she had been all sharp angles and muscle, a lethal weapon honed to kill and destroy. Time and age had softened her sharp angles into the curves of a woman. Her breasts were full, her hips wider and her abdomen had lost some of the definition it had before children. She ran her fingers over her tummy and the pale glistening marks left after her pregnancies. She does not mind them. They are proof of her being made for more than just violence, of her body being able to nurture and bring life forth into the world.
But even though time had passed, and she had changed, had become so much more that she thought she ever could, she knows that a certain part of her will always be the girl soldier trying desperately to protect Eren.
And that is okay. She is still learning to accept all of things that make her who she is, even things that run more than skin deep.
She finishes getting ready for bed and when she comes out of the bathroom her husband is already in bed, sitting up on his side of the bed and pretending to read his book. He set the books aside as she settled into their bed and his waiting arms.
She nuzzled her nose against his neck to take in in his familiar and soothing scent, "I love you," she delivered against his skin and placed a sweet kiss under his ear. He pulled away from her until he was able to look her in the eyes and took her face between both his hands.
"I love you too," he said, his thumb brushing against the scar on her cheekbone. "Always."
Their lips met in a gentle and unhurried kissed that soon led to one of their deeper ones that carried the promised of more. They took their time undressing, kissing, touching, tasting. She ran the tips of her fingers over the scars on his body, over his scared face, his hand. His body tells a story too. She knows of his life before he committed himself to fighting for the people within the walls, knows of the losses he carries with him.
Her heart rate speeded up when he felt him make his way down her body, placing an open-mouthed kiss below her belly button and then lower. She tangled her fingers on his hair, focused on his mouth on her sex. It was not long before her toes were curling into the mattress and she was drowning her moans against the palm of her hand as she reached her peak.
She brought him up for a kiss wrapping her arms around him and lifting her hips to try rub against his erection. He held her hips down and entered her slowly until he was fully sheathed inside of her. She let out a long moan of pleasure at the lovely stretch of him inside her. Even after all these years, having him like this sent a warm thrill throughout her body.
He sets a slow unhurried pace, taking his time building her back up. Levi lets out an appreciative moan at her ear, and tells her how much he loves her, how good she makes him feel. Her eyes closed when he hit that sweet spot deep inside her, and she dug her nails into his back and arched into him.
"Oh!" she felt her muscles tensed, his body bringing her closer and closer to release. He grabbed one of her legs and folded it closer into her chest.
"I want to see you come," he panted out and that was enough for her to reach orgasm again. He drowned her cries with a sloppy kiss as he continued to ride her through her release. With a final thrust of his hips, she feels him reach his own peak, leaving his seed deep inside of her.
She welcomed his weight on top of her as the tension left his body and placed a sweet kiss on top of his head. He makes to roll of her, but she tightened her hold on him, "Don't. Give me a minute."
They stay like that until their breathing slows, and when he pulls out, she lets out another soft moan. He lets her settle back into his arms with a contented sigh.
"I've been thinking about how lucky I am," she started, her eyes burning with the familiar feel of tears.
"To be here, with you. I don't think I thank you enough for my children, for building a life a me." She felt his arms tighten around her.
"If anything, I think you drew the short end of the stick in this whole deal. You're the one stuck with a grumpy old man that walks with a limp on good days."
She shrugged, "You'll never be able to run away from me."
He laughed at that.
He still did not laugh often, so when he did her heart would skip a beat. "You really given me more than I ever dared to hope for," he told her. "If it meant ending here, I would do all over again from the beginning."
Hot tears finally escaped her eyes at his words because she felt the same. Despite all the grief and regrets that she carried, she did not regret this.
She would not take anything back either if it meant ending here.
Thank you for reading. I don't mention it, but they have three kids. I want to write more about them and the family I made up for them.