Before the day got to reach its dusk, Levi suggested they went back to whatever was left of that cavern and try to find Kenny. Nathalie knew Levi was closer to Kenny than she could ever be. Still, no one could be close to that man. He would shut everything and everybody out and Nathalie could've sworn, Levi had adopted all those hot-headed traits from the man who had raised them. In the end, she found, that Levi wasn't Kenny, but he could easily be.

Still, Nathalie had suggested she take a syringe of that serum that seemed to work on both her and Erwin. It was the combination of Eren's TSF and a normal titan's TSF that indeed seem to heal people and bring them back from the brink of death. Should they find Kenny, they could save him. Levi had nodded to her suggestion right away. She stuffed the syringe in her bag, before the two of them mounted a horse and rode all the way back to the destroyed chapel.

They made sure to replenish their ODM with blades and gas. Kenny's squad could still be alive, and they could still attack them. But they weren't. They had all been crashed beneath the rubble of the collapsed cavern, but they finally spotted Kenny. He was badly injured, as expected. He had lost lots of blood, and half his face was burnt. His back rested against a tree trunk, and his hand was tightly around a bleeding wound on his stomach.

Levi and Nathalie rushed towards the man and Nathalie knelt beside him and started looking for the syringe in her bag. "Shit…" Kenny coughed out blood "…not you two,"

"Shut up, Kenny," Nathalie growled and the man chuckled.

"You figured it out… didn't ya, daughter?" Kenny asked and Nathalie stopped mixing the liquids just to look at him. It was only just a few times when he'd call her that. Kenny coughed once more. "He said that you would…"

"You're talking about… the king?" Nathalie asked and Kenny nodded weakly.

Levi knelt down and grasped Kenny by the shoulders. "Kenny, what do you know about the king?! The first king. Why didn't he want mankind to survive?!"

"Dunno, beats me," Kenny said. "That said, I know that's part of the reason we Ackermans decided to turn… rogue-" he stopped when the blood flooded his mouth again. Blood spilled on Levi's cheek as he turned alarmingly at Nathalie.

"Do it. Save him," Levi ordered and Nathalie grabbed Kenny's hand and tried to inject him, but Kenny smacked her hand away stopping her.

"No… I've… done my fighting… it's time I… rest," Kenny coughed once more.

"Don't be a stubborn old man and let her do it-" Levi growled but Kenny cut him.

"It's alright, boy," Kenny said and he chuckled. "Your mom… she would've been proud… if she… saw you now,"

Levi's eyes widened. He never thought he'd hear this. Somebody to be proud of him? He never had any parents to hold that role. He never thought he needed someone so desperately. Maybe that's why he wanted Nathalie to save him. But if Kenny didn't want to live, what was the point? But he just needed to know.

"So, apparently, that's my name as well…" Levi said. "…tell me… what were you to my mom?"

Kenny chuckled. "You dumbass… I'm just her brother," He coughed again.

Levi gritted his teeth and looked down. Levi had spent a lifetime thinking that this man was his father. He was the only parental figure that Levi had ever had, only to find the truth now. But he could never forget that day. The day Kenny abandoned them both in the streets. Was he not enough? He had responded as well as he could to that man's teachings. He had tried his best to impress his old man. To make him proud. But instead, he just abandoned him, and Levi could never find the answer when he asked why? Why?!

"That day… why… why did you leave us?"

Kenny did not respond right away. "Because… I wasn't cut out… to be somebody's dad," He turned and looked at both. His hand found Nathalie's, the one that was still holding onto that syringe. He closed her fingers around the syringe. "Save that serum… for yourselves… stay alive… kids,"

And these were his last words. Levi let go of the old man's shoulders and he looked down on the blood that had been spilled on the grass. "Kenny…" Levi felt Nathalie's hand on his shoulder and he turned and looked at her. He was now vulnerable more than he had ever been. But it didn't matter. He wasn't afraid to be vulnerable in front of her.

Levi's arms slipped around her and he dragged her close. He buried his face in her shoulder and he shut his eyes. He should have gotten used to it. Losing everything and everyone. But he didn't have to. He still had his brats. He still had her. He was so grateful she was there to hold him here and now. She had always been there. So many things had happened the past few days. His hands tightened around her and she placed a kiss on his temple. Her fingers found his hair, caressing soothingly.

"I'm here for you," Nathalie whispered in his ear.

He couldn't believe he had wetted her shoulder. "I know,"

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An inn was going to be hosting them in Orvud. They were too tired to ride all the way back to Trost where the Survey Corps HQ was, and still, some soldiers were going to be spending the night in the hospital. Levi was impressed. Their room was actually clean. Or at least, the cleanest that he'd ever seen in an inn. There was a double bed, and a small bathroom with a shower. It must've been the most luxurious inn of Orvud. Levi could hardly tell how much their one-night stay was going to cost, but he didn't care either. Their sponsors would be paying.

Nathalie headed straight for the bed, discarding of her boots and leaving them on the floor. She pulled off her glasses and her bag, resting them on a nearby small table and she sat down on the bed with a sigh. Finally, some peace. But that peace didn't last. Of course, it didn't.

"Stand up," Levi crossed his hands against his chest. "You're in for a shower,"

Her eyes widened. "What?! No! I'm tired- HEY!" She let out a yelp when he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. It was clear he didn't care whether she wanted this or not. He let her down on her feet and he returned with a large oil lamp that brought enough light. He settled it on the sink as he listened to her complaining. "Seriously?! Right now? I may be a clean-freak too -cause I grew up with you- but give me a break," She whined.

Levi took a few steps forward and she took a few steps back. Her back met the brick wall behind her. His hands trapped her there against him. He leaned close enough till his nose met her own. "You'll get a break when I say so,"

Nathalie groaned tiredly. It almost reminded her of back then when he was teaching her his technics on ODM. "Really?! I thought we were past that!" Her hands found his shirt and she started unbuttoning his shirt lazily.

"If you're that tired, then I'll clean every filthy inch of you myself," He said. His breath brushed warm across her lips. He was close enough for her to want him to kiss her, but he wasn't kissing her and it frustrated her.

Still, Nathalie raised an eyebrow, mischievously. "Is that your way of asking for sex, Mr. Ackerman?"

His hands reached for her own shirt, unbuttoning her own buttons and revealing her wonderful skin beneath, but he did not stop ghosting his lips over her own. His eyes met her own again. Fingers continued blindly unbuttoning her shirt. "I'm only trying to look after my future Mrs. Ackerman,"

Just having him saying that made her weak. She bit her lip before she buried her face in his neck and started kissing. "I like the sound of that," She mumbled as she gathered his soft skin between her lips and she suckled on it slightly, giving him her own mark. Levi groaned. His hand found her hair. Fingers clenched in the messy strands as he pulled her head back revealing her wonderful neck, chest, her breasts, trapped in her black bra, and he knew it was going to be a pain trying to hold back.

He caught her mouth with his own. Tongue invaded right in, meeting her own and revelling in her taste, her scent, those throaty moans that he elicited out of her. He pushed off her shirt. A hand slipped back, unclipping her bra. Both pieces of clothing fell to their feet and now his hands were everywhere. Tracing those new scars on her back, her waist, her belly, her arms. She hissed in the kiss. The pain almost came back to her from those scars in her back. The deep knife cuts on her arms. The heated blades of her torturers as they dug on her skin whilst she'd scream for help. She'd scream and no one would hear her.

Eyes widened. Her breath was snatched halfway her throat and he pulled away from the kiss immediately to see if she was okay. So many things had happened the last three days, and she didn't have the time to recall those memories. She hadn't gotten the time to sit down and realise that she had actually gone through that hell.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?!" Levi asked worriedly.

These were scars, they weren't supposed to hurt, right?! All those wounds had been healed because of the serum, but the scars were still there, and so was the memory. She clutched onto him. Fingers dug into his shoulders and she buried her face in his neck. She never thought she'd have trouble letting him touch those new marks that covered her body. She couldn't believe she had actually survived this. Being tied on a chair. Being tied in chains, enduring all forty of those lashes on her back. And then all those punches and kicks on her belly. The excruciating pain that had made her tremble and whimper, and suffer on that hospital bed. Her hand found her belly. The pain was gone, but she was still afraid that it would come back somehow any second. It had only been yesterday since this had all happened.

"Nat…" one hand found her hair and the other cupped her cheek trying to pull back and look at her face, but she didn't budge. She just shut her eyes and her hands only tightened around him. "…talk to me… please,"

"I'm sorry…" Nathalie whispered in his neck. She nuzzled deeper into his skin, seeking for that safety. Seeing for that reassurance, that warmth that he always made her feel. "…it was just… traumatising," Her voice trembled.

Of course, it was. He wasn't surprised. She had every right to be afraid and trembling, but he hated watching her flinching to his touch as if she was afraid he was going to hurt her. He would never do that. He'd rather cut off his limbs before even thinking about hurting her. But he knew it was his fault she had gone through this. He was the one who had failed to stop her that night. But she was safe now. He had to make her feel safe.

"It's alright, Nat," He whispered in her ear. "I've got you… I'll never let anything like that happen to you again,"

He pressed a kiss on her temple. His arms tightened around her. Just the thought of all of these happening to her infuriated him, but he was sure that the Interior MPs were being very well tortured right now. Still, that couldn't undo what had happened to her. That couldn't undo the memories that each and every one of them hurt. That couldn't undo the fact that they had lost a child.

But that was never going to happen again. He wouldn't allow it. He kissed his way down her cheek, her cheekbone, her lips. A calloused thumb found her cheek. His forehead pressed down against her own. Eyes met. "I'll protect you. You'll do as I say and I won't take no for an answer, is that clear?"

He was right. She should stop trying to do selfless things. She should trust him. She did trust him, but she always tended to do things that he'd disapprove. They had been together for so long. She trusted him with all that she had. There was no point in resisting. She still didn't want to put the burden of her life on his shoulders, but it was already there. She couldn't tell whether she was a burden on him or not. She didn't want to be. She didn't want to add to his troubles.

She shook her head. "I don't want to add to your burdens-"

"What burdens are you talking about?" His hands tightened around her. His eyes caught her own. She was trying to avoid him, but he cupped her face and he kept her attention. "Do you have any fucking idea how precious you are to me?!"

She stopped trying to avoid him and instead she stared up at him wide-eyed. Was this really coming from him? All that passion and all these emotions coming from the most emotionless man that she had ever known. But still, she always knew, he wasn't emotionless. He was only frightened of taking those feelings out. He was frightened of facing them. But he was taking them out right now that she was there. He wouldn't open up like that if she wasn't important to him.

She was the one who kissed him this time. She kissed him hard, her own tongue the one to penetrate his mouth and he groaned. Her fingers blindly pushed his unbuttoned shirt down his shoulders. She gasped when he knocked her body against the wall. There was just no pain coming to her now no matter how much his fingers dug in the skin of her waist, her hands, her back. He let go of her mouth and he buried his face in her neck. Before she even knew it, her pants came undone, dropping on the pile of clothes on their feet.

Arms tightened around her and he picked her up. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her body was knocked against the wall once more. Nathalie gasped. He trapped her skin between his teeth, leaving down another mark on her neck and she squirmed. Her fingers fisted in his hair. His tongue snaked out, tracing her soft skin. His name came from her lips like a soft prayer. It made him groan. His pants felt almost too tight around his hard member.

She could only moan when he rubbed himself against her soaked panties. He did it again. His bulge pressed down on her swollen clit just right and Nathalie gasped. Her head rolled back against the wall. Fingers clenched into his hair. She couldn't believe she was so wet already and he had barely done anything to her.

"Levi… fuck me please," It came like a silent plea into his ear. He only rubbed himself against her once more, knocking her body against the wall a little bit harsher than before and leaving her breathless. He groaned. Good, he wanted her to beg. He wanted to make her scream, and he didn't give a fuck whether people in the other rooms were going to hear her.

But, first things first, he let her back down on her feet. Skilful fingers reached for his belt undoing it and drawing it off with a jerk. The last pieces of clothing on him were brought undone lying with the pile of clothes on their feet. Then his eyes found her body in the dim light of the oil lamp. The flawed skin covered in new marks, and the shy hands that desperately tried to cover them. He didn't want her to cover herself around him. He didn't want her to be afraid of these scars. Something told him that she was never going to look at the mirror again.

No, he was going to change that. He was going to love this body, her body, because it belonged to him. She belonged to him. She was his to touch and dominate. He pulled her hands away from around her, finally revealing her chest, her stomach, her delicious breasts. Her body slightly trembled beneath the intensity of his gaze. The gaze of a predator staring at its prey.

His hands reached for her panties, pulling them harshly down her legs. Finally, she was naked, and exposed, and perfect. It hurt him so much knowing that she considered herself anything but perfect. Her perception of herself was so wrong. So, so wrong. He only wished he could change it somehow. Warm, strong arms slipped around her and forced their now naked bodies to touch. It brought her some relief. She could at least hide that wretched, ugly body of hers in his arms now. She buried her face in his neck and she shut her eyes. She knew she was safe. She knew she should shoot all fears away because he was there and he was going to protect her.

"You're so beautiful…" he whispered in her ear. His hands tightened around her and he led her towards the shower. He started planting kisses on her shoulder. "...you're so perfect-"

"No, I'm not," She whispered against his skin, even though she was hoping that he wouldn't hear her, but he did.

Levi pulled back. His forehead pressed against her own. The tip of his nose brushed gently on top of her own. Eyes met. "Yes, you are," his hand found her hair. Fingers fisted in her hair giving them a punishing pull that had her gasping. So gorgeous and so helpless there beneath his grasp. So precious. "You listen to me from now on. You do and think as I say, is that clear?"

Nathalie knew what this was. It was him taking all the consents that she had left, making sure she was completely submitting to him. It was Levi asking to take it all from her. Her body, her soul, her consent, her affection, her thoughts. All to be his and nobody else's. She never thought someone would ever want that wretched body to belong to them. She couldn't tell what the hell it was that he was seeing on her that made him want her so much. She could never spot the good things on her. Frankly, she thought she didn't have any.

But there was no point in resisting. She had submitted to this man long before she had even realised it. "Yes," Her breath brushed across his lips, her hands cupped his face. "I'm all yours, Levi…" She brought him closer. His chest pressed against her own. Her hands slipped around his shoulders tightly. Eyes met. "...I'm all yours… body, mind, soul… all yours,"

And that's when the water came cold running down their bodies. Nathalie let out a surprised yelp. Her body cowered against his, seeking for warmth and shelter over the cold water. Of course, it'd be cold. But she reminded herself, she was used to cold water. Cold water was all they ever had to shower in. Still, it was sudden. It caught her by surprise, but his lips crushed against hers, and he swallowed down her gasps, and those whimpers as he let the refreshing, cold water soak their bodies.

"Mine," he growled in the kiss, and then he kissed her harder. Her back found the wall behind her, and she moaned in his mouth.

"Yes,"

"Say it," He ordered. His hand slipped behind her, giving a sharp blow on her buttcheek that had her body knocked against his own. The sharp sting made her bite her lip. Fuck. All he could do was stare as her head rolled back. Lips, swollen and beaten by both him and herself.

"Yours," she whispered breathlessly against his lips and his hand landed down on the same buttcheek again. She cried out at the sharp pain, but then his fingers smoothly brushed against the warm, rosy skin.

"Good girl," He stopped the water, before he grabbed the sponge and soap from nearby and he started cleaning her up.

The soap and sponge slipped gently all over her body, starting from the chest, her arms, her shoulders, her back. Then he reached her stomach and then he dropped to one knee. He lifted her perfect leg, settling it on his thigh, before he started rubbing the sponge on her soft skin in gentle strokes that had her sighing. He did the same to her other leg, caressing her thighs too close to her core. Her clit throbbed demanding attention that he wasn't giving it any just yet. Damn him. He wasn't going to fuck her senseless, unless he was done.

It was funny to think of how she had submitted to him, yet he was the one on his knees right now. He had never knelt in front of any woman, but this… this time it was her, and he'd kiss every single inch of her. He would kneel down and worship her body again and again if it meant changing her mind about herself. Fingers clutched on her hips and he brought her close enough to bury his face in her glistening heat.

Nathalie gasped. Eyes shut tight when his tongue pressed flat on her clit. Lips closed tightly around the sensitive bundle of nerves and he started sucking. It drove her insane. Hands found his hair. Fingers fisted in the wet, raven strands of his hair. Her hips buckled beneath his hold, trying to move closer and rub herself on his face, but his hands were tight around her, and each move she made only caused his fingers to dig deeper into her flesh. She didn't care. He could bruise her all he wanted. His marks were ones that she'd proudly carry.

Two fingers thrust inside of her. Her tight walls clenched around his fingers. Her head rolled back on the wall. Her lips parted into a silent cry, but the only thing that came out was his name into a soft whisper. He settled a leg onto his shoulder. Nathalie nearly stumbled, but he held her tight, and devoured on her flesh till her whole body was writhing. He stood back up only to catch her lips with his own, and his fingers started pumping inside of her into an unforgiving pace.

Nathalie let out a yelp in his mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, his tongue. Arms slipped around his shoulders. She pulled back from the kiss with a loud cry. She did not give a damn about being loud. This night was theirs. He was going to take her all night and he didn't care whether she'd be able to take it. He could do nothing but stare at her whilst his fingers started hitting on that sensitive spot that drove her insane.

An arm was tight around her, keeping her pressed against him. If he wasn't holding her, her weak legs would've given in and she would've crushed on the floor. But he'd never let her fall. Never. But the way she gasped and writhed. The way her fingers dug her own bruises on his shoulders, and her face twisted into pure pleasure. Pleasure that he was the one giving her. He had complete control over her. She was gorgeous, there, soaked and messy. Her body, trembling beneath his touch. He could do nothing but stare.

"Look at you," Levi bit down on her lip, releasing it only when it was swollen enough. "You're loving this,"

"Y- Yes- L- Levi, fuck, I'm gonna-" But he pulled his fingers out of her and she nearly felt like slapping him across the face. Nathalie merely whined in frustration. She was so close. Bastard. Of course, he wasn't going to let her come without being inside of her.

"You only come when I say so," His breath brushed against her lips before he opened the water again. It came cold running down her body, pushing the soap away. Damn him, and that way he looked at her. He tried to catch her lips again, but she pulled back with a giggle that made his heart jump beneath his chest.

"And you kiss me only when I say so," Nathalie said playfully. He frowned when he tried to kiss her again but she pulled back with another giggle. Whatever he'd do, there was no way he could ever have complete control over her. Nathalie was the strongest woman that he had ever known. She would tease him to death whilst all others would be scared to even look at him in the eye.

She grabbed the sponge and soap from his hand. Her hand reached back, turning the water back off. She pressed the sponge with the soap on his chest and she leaned close. She buried her face in his neck leaving down a gentle bite. His hand found her hair, fisting in them. He groaned as she licked around the bite. Her tongue snaked out, tracing her way to his ear, gathering the water that lingered on his skin. "Your turn, Captain,"

He watched her as she rubbed the sponge gently on his chest, his arms, his shoulders, his back. She did not leave part of him untouched. He was marvellous to look at. The few deep scars. The perfect muscles that would flex with every movement. His skin, pale but warm and welcoming to the touch. His face, perfect. Sharp, gorgeous features that would let every woman breathless. She knew there were so many women out there who would've given it all to be with the man standing in front of her. Beautiful, talented women. Yet for some reason he had chosen her.

For some reason, he had chosen to fall for her and marry her. For some reason, he was letting her tease him and touch him, and trace scars that he wouldn't let anybody else touch. He would let out his feelings. He would allow himself to feel something if it meant that that something was for her. She couldn't believe she had that. She couldn't believe she had someone who was this close to her for her to not be afraid to stand naked and exposed to him. She couldn't believe that there was someone who loved that ugly body of hers even at the sorry state that it was after the torture.

She would forever be grateful to that man, for just being in her life. For giving her all that love and all this affection that she never thought she so much longed for. After she had gathered enough soap in her hands she went for his hair. Thin, skilful fingers buried into the messy raven locks and she started rubbing soothingly. Levi could do nothing but bring her close and bury his face in her shoulder. He sighed in her shoulder and he closed his eyes, revelling at the way she softly rubbed his scalp with her fingers. He always loved that.

It brought such relief to his tormented mind and for once his guard was completely down. He always overly enjoyed it when his mother would bathe him and rub his hair in a similar way. He found, that he was the needy one clutching on her now. It was her before, now it was him, and the roles just kept reversing, and he didn't mind. She didn't seem to mind either. They looked after each other in their own special away. It had always been like this.

He caught the soap from her hands and proceeded to do the same with her own hair. He knew his moves could never be the same as delicate but she only giggled and he almost found himself smiling. Why shouldn't he? He loved that woman. Her smile, her laughs, her giggles, her body, her intelligence, her affection. Everything was just so perfect about her. He was so proud to know that one day he was going to make her his wife. His own Mrs. Ackerman.

And when the water came down on their bodies and the soap was washed off, his lips crushed against her own. Eyes shut as they kissed beneath the stream of water that crushed unceremoniously on their bodies. He had picked her up before she even knew it. His hard member, twitched impatiently against her dripping heat. Her legs closed around his waist tightly. His hands supported her against him and her back crushed against the rough brick wall behind her.

He had her now, trapped and gasping. The water, being wasted, but he barely cared, and he didn't have to. She turned it off with a jerk. He thrust inside of her and she cried out. Body tensed. Head rolled back and fingers dug on his shoulders. She was so tight. Still wet from before when he had denied her an orgasm. She had almost forgotten how he felt inside of her. Nathalie's body clenched around him. He groaned in her neck. She was so tight, and warm, and perfect.

Levi buried his face in her neck and he started kissing and licking and nipping. His hands reached back for her hair, pulling her head back harshly. One hand was enough to keep her up. He gathered her skin between his lips, awarding her body with another mark of his own and she squirmed beneath his touch. He pulled out and thrust back in a little bit harsher than he intended to. He couldn't help it. She felt so perfect around him. And she was all his.

He set up an unforgiving pace that had her screaming. He caught her mouth with his own. Screams turned into groans and moans that reverberated in his mouth. His cock hit deep inside of her. His fingers clenched beneath her and she found that orgasm coming back to her at full strength. He pulled back to allow her to breathe and she buried her face at the crook of his neck.

She muffled herself, biting down on his shoulder when she came. She came hard and her walls clenched around him, knocking growl out of him to her ear. He gave her a few more thrusts before he pulled out of her and he left her back to her feet. Her wobbly legs nearly gave up on her, but his hands tightened around her supporting her up on her feet. His hard cock, trapped between their bodies. There was no way he was getting her pregnant again. Not before the right time. And the right time would after Erwin's four-year plan was through.

He still hated waiting for that for so long.

But he wasn't done with her no matter how breathlessly she was panting on his shoulder. He turned his head. Teeth grazed her ear. "On your knees,"

A shiver ran down her spine. She knew exactly what he wanted her to do, but she couldn't promise she'd be good at it. Although, there was an interesting biological fact that the tissue in the mouth behind the cheeks is identical to the tissue in a woman's va- WHY am I thinking about this now?! Nathalie only grinned to herself before she did as he had asked.

I'm such a nerd.

Still, his body waist down was just as impressive as it was waist up. Perfectly built thighs, covered in scars from Expeditions and jobs in the Underground. She just let her fingers from his belly, to his thighs and then his hard member that still glistened from her juices.

She caught his hard cock in her fist, before she leaned close and pulled him in her mouth. She tasted the salty precum, as she teased the tip with her tongue. She barely knew how to do this, but she only guessed she just had to improvise. She pulled him all the way into her mouth and it knocked a groan out of him. A sign that he liked that. Nathalie pulled him all the way out and back in coating him in her saliva and making him groan once more. Soft breaths escaped his throat as his hands reached for her hair. He pushed back the annoying, wet locks that had started to cling on her face and she resumed pleasuring him.

Just listening to him. His breath hitching halfway down his throat. His fingers that slightly tightened around her hair and her name desperately trying to escape from his lips but he wouldn't allow it. Damn him, and his self-restraint. Those gasps and groans that came out of him, they still got her wet and needy again. She was fairly aware of the fact that her body was wet and that they were still doing this on the floor of the small shower. She was certain she was going to catch a cold by not wrapping a towel around her already, but she barely cared. Pleasuring him was all that she could care about now.

His balls were left back and abandoned. She only wondered how he was going to react if she paid them a little attention. She leaned further closer to him. Her nose brushed against his underbelly as she pulled one of them in her mouth. Levi hissed. "Shit!" Hips buckled beneath her hands. She couldn't believe Levi Ackerman was so close to crying her name out. Her hand continued pumping him. Her fingers were tight around his wet shaft as she stroked him again and again.

His fingers fisted painfully tight around her hair. He pulled her away from his balls before he thrust roughly back into her mouth. Nathalie squirmed. His tip hit straight down her throat and she choked. A drool of saliva slipped down her lips. His hands held her in place and he started thrusting into her at a punishing pace. Her hands wrapped around his hips, bracing herself at the wild pace that he set. Tears were almost running down her cheeks as he fucked her mouth. She couldn't believe she was so wet. Her hand reached down between her legs. She had an ever-growing ache that she had to quench.

"Yes… touch yourself, Nat," he growled as he looked down at her helpless body. She moaned when her fingers found her quivering clit, drenched in her slick wetness, it was so easy to rub against it. "Does it feel good? Me fucking your mouth?"

She could hardly begin to form an answer. She could tell he was close. His thrusts, out of pace, and clumsier than before. His fingers only tightened in her hair. His hand landed down on her cheek in a harsh slap that made her see stars. She couldn't take it. She came around her pumping fingers and he came into her mouth with a curse erupting from his lips. She couldn't believe he had slapped her. She couldn't believe she had actually liked it. Damn him. She swallowed down the salty precious liquid. Her tongue snuck out, cleaning up his cock.

Levi sighed before he pulled out of her, and before she even knew it, he had wrapped a towel all around her and he had picked her up. Nathalie was too tired at this point to move but thank goodness he was there. He carried her limp body to the bed and he placed her gently down on the soft mattress. He gathered her hair in the towel and he started drying them off.

Nathalie could do nothing but stare at him and at how well he took care of her. It brought those butterflies back into her stomach, and she could do nothing but smile. His body was still wet and probably cold and soaked, but he didn't seem to pay any attention to that. He had to take care of her first. His precious Nathalie. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll be right back," he promised before he returned back to the bathroom and grabbed another towel.

After he was finished drying his body and his hair, Levi returned back to her, true to his word. He pulled the towel away and he settled her naked body beneath the bedsheets. He lied beside her, and before he even knew it, she was already clinging to him. It was so heart-warming to know somebody needed him as much as she did. His hands slipped around her right away. He wanted her close. He wanted to hold her. And he brought her close and she buried her face in his neck right away. Soft palms pressed flat on his chest. Her nose nuzzled in his neck and he felt her soft lips as she laid down a kiss on his skin.

Levi's arms only tightened around her and he buried his face in her damp hair. He pressed a kiss on her forehead and he finally allowed himself to close his eyes. No matter how hellish the situation may get over the years, and no matter how much of a mess the world was, he couldn't say that he gave a single fuck. All that he cared about was keeping her safe. All that he cared about was getting to marry her, and getting the chance to build a family of their own. He couldn't deny it. He wanted little brats running around and wrecking their house. He wanted to watch her as she'd spoil the hell out of them and he wanted to hold them in his arms and know that he had done at least something good in that bloodstained life of his.

But for that to happen, they had to achieve peace. They had to achieve that idealised world that Erwin, Hange, Moblit, Mike, Nathalie, his brats… the world that they had all devoted their hearts to. He'd be damned if he brought a life into a world as messed and as fucked up as it was now. No. His and Nathalie's brats deserved to live a life that the two of them had never known. A life with no cruelty and no lives to take, and no wars to be fought, and no burdens to carry. No monsters to face.

Levi almost felt optimistic for once in his life. They were going to get to that world. And when they would, they were going to live their lives like they've never had before. Peacefully. If not him, then Nathalie deserved to live in such a world. She and those brats in his squad, they deserved it more than anyone.

He noticed her as she buried her face deeper into his neck and her hands slipped tightly around his shoulders bringing him closer.

"I love you so much, Levi," she whispered silently in his neck and if he didn't know better, he wouldn't have caught that. But he did.

Levi only pressed his cheek on top of her hair and he sighed blissfully. "I love you more, Nat,"