It was cold, and she was far too horny to fall asleep.
Camilla stared in annoyance at the roof of the dilapidated house – her long and sturdy legs pressed tight to control her urges – it's broken structure the only safe haven from the slumbering Titans outside.
Safe haven my ass.
Perhaps from the Titans, but not from the weather.
The fireplace in the living room had been crushed to brick dust, so without it, she and a few of the scouts were left to fend for themselves. The broken parts of the roof did little to protect them from the elements, but at least it was hidden in case the abnormal Titans showed themselves – ones like the coordinated few who broke down Utgard Castle.
Camilla snorted and turned on her side, bringing her knees up beneath the blanket to warm her eager body. Her clit begged to be teased. But she ignored it and curled up tighter. For fuck's sake her icy fingers would feel so euphoric inside her warm and wet pussy.
Ignore it, she demanded.
The scouts were heading back to Trost in the morning. She needed the rest for the ride ahead.
If only it weren't so damn cold.
Camilla sighed in annoyance and sat up, tugging the blanket closer to her body. Her tired eyes adjusted to the iridescent light of the burned down candle on the writing desk. Levi sat behind it, as he was before she laid down, looking over a map of the area.
"It's late, Lee."
He glanced over to her.
"Then sleep," he suggested.
Camilla shot him a heated look. "It's too damn cold – and I need to cum. How anyone is able to sleep is beyond me. Have you been able to?"
"For an hour or two," he admitted.
She had a fair point; it was too cold, but he had slept in worse conditions before. So had she. Life above ground spoiled her.
Said woman yawned. "In any case, we ride out early. You may not need five hours or more to sleep, but I do."
Patting the sheets beside her, she added. "Come lie down with me. We can warm each other up."
Please say yes.
"Hard no," he grunted.
Knowing how unpleasant she could be without sleep, Levi tried to shut her down before she got started. For fuck's sake she could go from zero to jumping his bones in a few seconds. What made him so appealing to her? He often wondered. Though he didn't necessarily care. She was someone close to him – not sure the exact term.
Sex with her was satisfying, but a day without sleep for her; a day of heated looks and bad-tempered replies was more than he was eager to deal with.
"Go to sleep."
Camilla snorted at his short response and decided to go to him, crawling from beneath the lukewarm sheets, taking with her the blanket. The frosty wooden floor nipped at her bare feet as she moved behind him, sliding her arms around his tense shoulders.
Her cheek rested on his head; his hair smelled clean and fresh.
"Did you bathe? Where?"
The tub in the house was destroyed. In fact, the entire bathroom was flattened. The scouts who took up residence in the house had to use a makeshift toilet outside.
Levi hummed. "Outside, using the wellspring and a bar of soap."
"Must have been chilly," she teased.
She shivered at the thought. A bath sounded nice – she needed one – but she'd rather have five minutes of warm water at the base than none at all.
"Let me taste you. I've been wanting to since the moment the brats went to bed. I need it to help me sleep through the night."
Camilla kissed his head.
"Are you going to act like a brat?"
She hummed. "Tomorrow never knows."
Persistent as always.
Levi sighed and eased back his shoulders until Camilla backed off, then pushed his chair back from the desk. She moved in front of him and got down between his legs, using the duvet as lining to protect her knees. Easing open his pants she took out his cock – not yet as hard as she would have liked him to be – and wet her lips before leaning forward to kiss him. His warm smooth skin felt so nice on her mouth; Camilla felt like she could nuzzle him all day.
Eagerly she took the head into her mouth and pressed her tongue against his salty flesh. Her eyes turned up; Levi had his shut; a content look on his face. He never made a noise during sex. It was hard to determine whether Levi liked it; his expression never faltered, but a comfortable slant of his brows assured her that she was doing something right.
Sinking down onto his cock until her mouth was full, she began to bob her head, tightening her lips around him. He tasted divine. Her mouth salivated and her pussy ached with arousal.
Camilla needed to cum.
She put her hand into her pants and spread her eager lips, rubbing over her clit. A moan slid from her overstuffed mouth. Faster she rubbed; up and down, determined to cum. Waves upon waves of rigid pleasure coursed through her. Grinding against her hand, she halted a moment, unable to focus.
At long last she came, hips stuttering as bliss devoured her.
She moaned and suddenly a warm thick spurt of cum covered the inside of her mouth. Her eyes rolled up just in time to see Levi's tense expression as he poured into her.
Downing the mess, she freed him and rested her head against his thigh with a sigh.
"Satisfied, brat?"
Camilla traced her tongue over her swollen lips.
"I'd ask for more, but I am spent."
Levi tucked away his cock and grunted. "Go lie down."
"Of course, love."
She kissed his leg and eased from beneath the desk, taking with her the blanket as she returned to her makeshift bed on the floor. Her panties were soaked in her release but she did not care. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she was out.
Levi took an uneasy breath.
She was going to be a bitch to deal with in the morning.