Bit of a warning here, there's sexual content in this chapter. Though, it's nothing too explicit.
Honestly, I'm not too confident when it comes to my ability to write smutty fics. So I hope this is not too bad.
"We should try it, you know."
"Hm, what?" Levi murmurs, distracted by the eggs sizzling in the pan, trying to ignore the ache in his lower back that likes to pop up from time to time.
"Having sex."
He nearly spills the salt all over the kitchen counter, and after setting the container down with far more care than needed, he spins around, his face burning, brain faltering. For fuck's sake. It was way too early to deal with Hange's shit.
"What?" Levi blinks, stares at her, willing the heat on his cheeks away.
"Sex, Levi. You know when-"
"I fucking know what sex is, you idiot." He snaps before she can say anything more. Dear God, what did he do to deserve this? He rubs his forehead, willing away the sudden blooming pain there, and leans against the counter.
Hange shrugs, placing down her teacup on the table. Then she bends forward, taking him in intensely. "So?"
Levi is already feeling too fucking tired for a day that has just started. He crosses his arms against his chest and stares back at her. "So what? Shitty glasses."
"Well, would you want to do it?"
He opens his mouth, closes it again, no sound coming forth.
Hange raises her brows, clearly waiting for his answer and acting like they are talking about something boring, like the fucking weather.
Levi throws his arms in the air, flails a little. "I- shit." He rubs his head again. "I don't know, maybe, yeah? But please, can we at least first start this fucking day and eat breakfast? Then maybe later we can figure out if we want to fuck or not."
On cue, the sudden smell of the eggs burning pulls them from their conversation.
His eyes widen. "Oh, shit." Levi spins around and snatches the pan from the fire, hissing at the warmth. He glowers down at the now toasted eggs.
"This is your fucking fault, you know," he mutters, placing the glowing pan in a safe spot.
Hange's voice peaks up behind him. "I still have some bread in the middle cupboard."
Levi sighs and gets the bread.
000
They have sex the following week, on a late, chilly Friday evening, with the fading light spilling through the crack in the curtains and the orange glow of the bedside lamp giving the room a warm ambiance.
They stare at each other, both seated on the bed and not daring to move, but then Levi reaches out, tucking a few strands of hair behind Hange's ear. Hange smiles, and she comes closer until her lips hover over his, their breathing mingling. They wait for a moment, hesitate. Then Levi moves, fingers on her jaw, and next, their lips meet. It's gentle at first, but then he catches Hange's lower lip between his teeth. The groan he gets in response emits a thrill over his spine. They kiss until they are both breathless - until their lips tingle and their cheeks are flushed. Levi sits back, takes in Hange's disheveled appearance, his heart beating fast, fire pooling between his legs, then he pulls Hange nearer again without a word, fingers tugging at her white blouse.
"Oh?" Hange raises a brow. "Impatient?"
"Shut up." He grumbles, popping open one of the buttons. "This was your idea." Hange grins and helps him with her blouse. She's down to her bra and panties when she tugs at his pants, pouting a little as she looks up at him, tousled brown locks encompassing her face. "It's not fair if I'm the only one naked, you know." Levi blinks. "Right." He shifts and pulls his shirt off in one go, but when his hand hovers over his pants, Hange catches his wrist. Their gazes meet. "Let me do it," she whispers, and he inclines his head, allowing her. Hange looms over him as she unbuttons his pants slowly, works them leisurely down his hips, and eventually pulls them off, all the while avoiding jostling his knee. His breath catches when her fingers skate over his damaged leg, up to his thigh, approaching the line of his underwear. Levi shuts his eyes for a moment and quivers under the feeling of her fingers brushing over his skin. When he opens his eyes again, he raises a hand, skimming over the material of her bra, stopping at one of the shoulder straps, giving it a slight pull, his other hand grazing the tiny goosebumps forming down her arm. The action grants him a breathy sigh that emits another thrill down his spine, underwear straining almost achingly now. Fuck.
"You okay?" Hange asks, and Levi finds her gaze again, eyes darting over the red mark on her neck his mouth had left behind. "Yeah." He licks his lips. "You?" She smiles, dipping down until their noses almost brush. "Yes." Her answer is hot against his mouth. Hange's lips meet his in a tender gesture, and Levi shuts his eyes again, savoring the sensation of the hardened nipple under the mild pressure of his palm and the taste of her soft lips.
Quickly they both lose themselves in their little world of color and feeling, of sound and taste and movement, enclosed by a tangle of white sheets and their emotions and fiery desire. They fuck on his pristine sheets, the scent of fresh soap and sweat and something that is so Hange in Levi's nose, Hange's body squirming beneath his own in utter bliss, eyes shut, nails digging into his shoulders. It's not long before she comes, and he captures her mouth with his and kisses her hard, stifling her cries. Levi reaches his limit shortly, too, the all-consuming and burning feelings of his impending orgasm coming to a head, the feel of Hange's body constricting around him driving him over the edge. The release feels like he's falling - dropping down from a great height like he hasn't done in years. The ecstasy wins over all his senses, bright stars shattering on his clenched eyelids and frame shuddering. Levi tries to muffle the sounds forcing their way out of his mouth, curling into the body pressed flush against his, but he fails miserably.
They lie together for a bit after the spasms have faded and their breathing has calmed. Both sweaty and spent. Levi traces Hange's collarbone, eyes mapping the scars amidst the smooth and pale skin. Hange reaches out and clears some stray hairs from his damp forehead. "That was good." She smiles at him through her eyelashes. "More than good." A dozy smile plays on her lips.
His heart leaps in his chest. "Yeah." Levi draws closer and kisses the tip of her nose, reveling in the warmth of the body close to him. "It was."