Ready or not, Nathalie walked down the aisle. She tried to forget what had happened. She tried to forget it all. It was just him. Levi. No one else was meant for her. She just had to convince herself and everything was going to be fine. So precious he had called her, but she was no precious at all. At all. She was so close to hurting him. No. She wasn't going to allow herself to do that. She was never going to allow herself to hurt Levi.

She loved Levi. Nobody else. And he loved her. And it was just the two of them, and he stared at her as she approached him with their brats all around her. Even though she wasn't dressed in anything out of the ordinary, he still stared at her as if she was. As if she was the only person in the room. And he was the only person in the room for her too. There should be no other. He was breathtaking. His black jacket, the white shirt, the white ascot that she had tied for him. His hair that messily fell on his forehead and that handsome undercut that always suited him so well.

Perfect. Perfect and her own. All her own.

"There, there," Connie said with a large smile as he let go of Nathalie's hand when they reached Hange, Levi and Moblit who were waiting.

Jean passed an arm around her shoulders and he turned at Levi. "You better take good care of her, Captain, ya hear me?"

Before Levi could open his mouth to speak. Nathalie messed Jean's hair and the boy groaned in frustration. "Thank you, Jeanieeee, you're so sweet!"

Eren turned a laugh into a cough. "JEANIE!"

Everybody started laughing and a bright blush spread across Jean's cheeks. "Nathalie!" he growled and he shot her a glare.

Nathalie turned at the others who were clutching on their stomachs, laughing. They were sitting around the few, wooden seats in the chapel. She smacked Eren's shoulder. "No bullying on Jean!" Nathalie cried out sternly and everybody stopped laughing.

"Yes, ma'am!"

Nathalie smiled as she passed a hand around Levi's and they both turned at Hange who was crying again. She sniffled as she grabbed Moblit's hand and wiped her nose on his sleeve. Moblit's eyes widened.

"Hange! What the hell are you doing?!" He snatched his hand back right away, but then she grasped him from his jacket and brought him close.

"DON'T YOU SEE HOW CUTE THEY ARE?! They're both so TINY!" Hange buried her face in his neck and she sobbed against it, pulling her glasses on her forehead. "I can't believe the time has come for them to get married and I can't believe I am the one who's going to get them married, can't you see how wholesome this is?! How am I supposed to stop crying?! Oh, my fucking-"

Levi cleared his throat. "We're waiting," he reminded her.

"Do you want me to do it, Hange?" Moblit rubbed his Section Commander's back, but she pulled away immediately.

"FUCK NO, I'LL DO IT!" Hange cleared her throat and pulled her glasses back in place. "We're gathered here today to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, and to cherish the words which shall unite Levi Ackerman and Nathalie Burgess in marriage. Marriage is the promise between two people, who love and trust and honour each other, and who want to spend of their lives together and blah blah blah, LET'S SPEED RUN TO THE VOWS, SHALL WE?! Ladies first,"

And that's where Nathalie panicked. She hadn't thought this through! Not with everything that happened just a few minutes ago. "I- uh…"

She looked at Hange, then at Moblit, then back at Hange, as if she was trying to find some ready vows written on their faces. She then turned and looked at Levi and she realised that all she needed was just one look into his eyes. It was all that she needed to do, to know exactly just what she had to say. Those beautiful, small grey pupils stared back at her and told her exactly how he felt. They told her exactly how she felt. They reminded her just how much she loved him. He reminded her just how much she needed him and him alone.

"I love you…" She still knew that wasn't enough. "…From this day forth, I vow to love you. Each day, every day till my last, dying second. I vow to be your wife, and to stand by you in sickness and in health. I'll follow your lead. I'll trust you wherever you take me, and I'll pay no mind whether that's better or worse. As long as you're there… with me,"

It almost felt like there was no one there. Just her, and him, and he could do nothing but stare at her. I'll follow your lead. That was exactly what he wanted from her, because he knew he could keep her safe. She was so beautiful. Dressed in a white skirt, and a white buttoned shirt that was stuffed beneath. It was all so plain, and so enough. She didn't need any fancy dresses, nor any layers of makeup to be beautiful. His Nathalie was breathtaking, and she was right there beside him and about to be his own, just like she had always been.

"From this day forth…" he laced their fingers together "…I vow to be your husband, and I'll protect you with my life. I vow to love you, each second of every day till my very last. I vow to let you help me carry my burdens as long as you let me help you carry yours. I'll stand by you in sickness and in health. I'll never leave your side. Ever,"

Nathalie was sure, Hange wasn't the only one crying right now. She couldn't believe she had almost betrayed that man. She couldn't believe she almost thought that… She was so wrong. He was everything. He was everything that she had ever wanted. Everything that she had ever hoped for and so much more.

"I… pronounce you… husband and wife," Hange wiped the tears that streamed down her cheeks, and she turned at Moblit nodding at him. He passed the rings around their fingers and then she turned at the couple. "Now JUST KISS ALREADY!"

Levi needed no further prompting. A strong arm slipped around her and he pressed her body against his own. He caught her lips and her hands found his face, cupping his cheeks and bringing him close. His tongue met her own and she hummed. Her body slightly arched back from the intensity of their kiss, but he was holding her tight. Finally, she was his. His alone.

Hange sighed contently and she passed an arm around Moblit's shoulders. "When are we going to get married?!"

Moblit tried his best not to start blushing and giggling like an idiot, and he just did what he did best. "Oh my God, Hange! We're not even in a relationship!"

She raised a finger leaning closer with a sly smile. "Yet,"

Their brats were probably clapping and cheering, but Levi paid no attention. He pulled back from the kiss only to pick her up and he started walking out of the small chapel carrying her bridal style.

"Hange. You know what to do," Levi said and Nathalie raised an eyebrow.

"Right!" Hange turned at the kids. "Eren! I need you to transform. The rest of you will help me gather all the TSF we can get!"

"TSF?" Connie asked confusedly.

"Titan Spinal Fluid," Hange clarified and she turned at Moblit. "You take Historia safely back to the Capital,"

Nathalie couldn't help looking back, over Levi's shoulder as they exited the building. Her hands were around his neck and he carried her towards his horse. "Wait… they're starting experiments without me?!"

"Relax," Levi settled on the saddle and then he pulled her up with his hands tightly around her waist. "It's not like you'll miss anything new,"

He did have a point. All that they were going to do was gather titan spinal fluid that would be hopefully enough for the serum that they had to prepare for the mission to retake Wall Maria. One hand slipped tightly around her, pressing her back against his chest. The sun was high, but afternoon would be arriving soon. She couldn't remember having something on her schedule today, and she could tell Levi had nothing else either. And their squad wasn't going to be in HQ until afternoon, and- wait a minute…

"You just wanted us to be alone, didn't you?" Nathalie asked as she turned and looked at him. The one corner of his lips slightly curled up. His hand reached for her hair, pulling them away and revealing some of her nape.

Levi leaned down. His teeth grazed her skin and Nathalie hummed. She bit her lip at the sudden sting. "You'll spend the rest of the day with your husband, Mrs. Ackerman,"

Oh boy, he was going to fuck her so hard and their Headquarters would be empty, which meant she could scream for all she wanted. The very thought drove her insane. Levi urged his horse to start moving with a rough jerk on the reins and the two of them rode back to the Special Ops HQ that wasn't far from there. It was only just a few minutes ride.

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Her back crushed against the closed door the moment they walked in their room. His mouth was on top of her own before she even knew it. His tongue dominated over her own and she let him, gladly. His arms were all around her, clutching on her clothes trying desperately to take them off.

Nathalie's hand snuck between the mess of kissing and groaning, and she pulled her glasses off, tossing them on the floor and hoping they wouldn't break. She didn't really care at this moment. His hands caught her shirt and he tore it open with a rough jerk that had her gasping. Too eager to spend any time on the buttons. Buttons came flying in unseen directions and Nathalie mentally cringed. She'd have to sew these back on afterwards. One by one. Damn him.

But she'd only do it on her own shirt. There was no way she was letting him tear off his own. Levi buried his face in her neck and he started biting and licking. Her own hands blindly untied his ascot and tossed it on the floor. She started unbuttoning his shirt as fast as she could manage. She wanted him naked. She wanted to touch him just as much as he was touching her.

Her bra came undone before she had even realised it. She pushed his black jacket and his shirt down his shoulders and finally her fingers found his skin. She traced his scars. The white flawed skin that she wanted to kiss and touch all day, all night. He planted a rough bite down on her neck that had her squirming. He planted another one and she gasped. He loved those sounds coming out of her. He loved seeing her so helpless beneath his touch, his kisses, his bites. She was his. After today, it was official and no one would be able to lay claim on her.

He couldn't deny it. That was mostly why he wanted to marry her so rushed and so sudden. He wanted to brand her as his own. To have her carry his name. His marks. The title of his wife. No one would be able to lay a finger on her now. No one could take her from him after this. She was all his and the entire world was about to find out.

Her fingers found his hair, burying deep within the soft, raven strands. He groaned in her neck. He pushed her skirt down with a jerk that nearly knocked her body on the floor. His hands pressed on the wooden door behind her, trapping her there against him. Levi pulled back to look at her. Almost naked. Face covered in a bright red blush. Lips bitten by him. Her chest jumping and falling in heavy pants. Her fingers, clutching on the muscles of his own hands. Her white flawed skin filled with her new scars. He was going to kiss and touch and explore each and every one of them.

He picked her up before she even knew it. Her back crushed against the door behind her. The air was knocked out of her. Her wet core pressed against his underbelly and her legs wrapped around his waist tightly. His mouth was on her neck again, kissing her scars. Licking and suckling gently on every single one of them. She was slightly flinching on his touch. The pain of those scars slightly returned but then subsided right away. He was the one bringing the relief. The one who erased the painful memories. Nathalie sighed and she let her head roll back against the wooden door. She revelled in his touch. His kisses on her skin were now softer than ever. He wanted anything but to hurt her. He wanted anything but to bring those painful memories back.

But she was his. Those scars were his own now. Her body was his own. My wife. He was finally able to say that. Finally. He caught a nipple in his mouth and he started suckling on the erect, sensitive bud. Nathalie let out a moan that made his blood go south. Fuck.

He let her back down on her feet. Wild eyes -filled with lust- locked on top of her own as his hands reached blindly for his belt. He unbuckled it skilfully and before she even knew it, he had her flipped around. Her face and body pressed flat against the door. His hands caught her own, tying his belt around her wrists, keeping her hands tied behind her back.

Nathalie pressed her forehead against the door and she groaned. She was utterly at his mercy now. He had her, and there was nothing that she could do to break free. She didn't want to break free from this man. He could tie her down and have his way with her for all she cared. She was his.

Her back crushed against his chest. An arm slipped around her and snuck beneath her soaked panties. He pushed two fingers inside of her with no warning. She cried out. Her hands twitched trying to reach for him, but she couldn't. He had her tied. He had her totally under his control. But she was so damn wet. The dampness must've reached her thighs by now.

Levi's breath brushed hot against her ear. He bit down, teeth grazing painfully on her earlobe. She moaned "So wet for me… and I've barely done anything to you,"

His thumb rubbed across her clit. Nathalie squirmed. Her legs threatened to give in, but he was keeping her pressed against him. He wasn't allowing her to drop on her knees. Not yet. But he started rubbing on her clit in tight, slow, deliberate circles. Nathalie shut her eyes. Her head rolled back against his shoulder. A hand reached up and caught her nipple between his fingers, giving her a sharp sting. But his damned hand wasn't moving. He was only rubbing her clit, and it drove her insane.

"L- Levi, please…" She could barely breathe at this point, but he didn't seem to care. He pulled his fingers out of her only for his hand to land down on her clit with a harsh slap. She cried out. Hips moved, rubbing herself in his hand.

"If you're gonna beg, then you should at least put some effort into it," He smirked against her ear and she gritted her teeth.

Damn you, Levi Ackerman, for making her throw away all self-respect and dignity. "Please, Levi, please… I- I want you to fuck me…"

His fingers started working inside of her and Nathalie gasped. Her head rolled back against his shoulder. Her hips helplessly moved along with the slow thrusts of his fingers. Teeth sank on her shoulder harshly enough to hurt, but there was nothing she could do but take it. His lips found her ear. His breath brushed hot down her neck. "I won't just fuck you. I'll make you scream,"

Before she could even say anything, his fingers started pumping inside of her and she had to grit her teeth to hold back the sounds. It was pointless. She could have muffled herself with her hands, but her hands were tied. She gave in. His fingers found a spot that drove her insane, and he tapped, and tapped, and tapped against it till the only sounds she could hear were her screams and the wet sound of his fingers fucking her in an insane pace.

"L- Levi- oh fuck!" Nathalie came hard around his fingers.

Her whole body tensed, pressing back against him in a desperate attempt to push him away and let her catch her breath. But he only reminded her just how much he overpowered her. His fingers curled deep inside of her. Her legs threatened to let her fall, but Levi pushed her against the wooden door, trapping her body between the door and his own. There was no way she could fall now. Her body pressed flushed against the door. Her nipples pressed flat against the smooth surface, but his fingers were still inside of her and a hand was still tight around her.

His lips found the sensitive skin of her back. He laid kisses on her scars there. The flawed white skin flinched and tensed beneath his kisses and his bites. Nathalie squirmed. The arm around her urged her to bend over. Back arched slightly. Her ass thrust against the painful bulge beneath his pants. He withdrew his fingers from inside of her and he caught his belt that still held her wrists tight together.

He planted down a gentle bite on her shoulder. His body bent and pressed against her own. "I love the way you scream my name," He growled against her skin. His breath brushed down her exposed back and she shivered.

Two fingers thrust inside of her again and Nathalie gasped. She shut her eyes, pressing her forehead against the door. He wasn't done with her. He definitely wasn't. She was so helpless there, trapped and allowed to do nothing but what he said. She felt as his tongue slipped hot and slick on her shoulder blades, not leaving part of her untouched. He pulled his fingers out, only to push back in with three, stretching her wide open, preparing her for him.

"How many times do you think I'll make you come for me today?"

Nathalie squirmed. She couldn't tell how much she could take. He was going to push her to her limits. They had all the time in the world to see how long she could last. Always pushing her to her limits. Just like back then with the training, but now she was trapped and tied and helpless. She couldn't believe this had turned her on. His hand landed down on her buttock with a harsh slap that made her body thrust forward. Damn him. The sting travelled straight to her aching heat. She needed more and he did not disappoint.

His fingers inside of her started moving. She gritted her teeth. Her body pushed back against him, but his arm was tight around her. He kept her restrained. He loved watching her like this. Trapped and desperate. At his mercy. His other hand slipped down, rubbing her clit whilst he thrust his fingers inside of her and massaged her aching walls thoroughly. Nathalie screamed at the overwhelming pleasure he forced down on her body.

She was still so wet and so sensitive from her previous orgasm. She bit her tongue harshly. His fingers pumped inside of her, whilst his other hand rubbed mercilessly on her clit. She couldn't believe she was ready for another orgasm. "L- Levi… fuck, I'm gonna-"

"Come for me, Nat," His pace did not falter. He was hell bent into wasting her today. She knew it. Nathalie gave in to the onslaught of pleasure and she came again. She pressed her forehead against the door. Eyes shut tightly and his name erupted from her hoarse throat. Her walls spasmed around his pumping fingers and he growled, cursing that he wasn't inside of her to feel it. But he didn't mind. He was going to fuck her senseless really soon. He released her hands. The belt crushed down on the pile of clothes on their feet.

He flipped her around and before her legs could give in, he picked her up bridal style. He carried her and lied her back down on the mattress of their bed and she watched him as he pulled the last pieces of clothing off his body. He caught his erection in his hands and guided himself to her opening. He was so hard, it almost hurt. He wanted to be inside of her. But he didn't enter her just yet. He wanted her to beg.

She looked so gorgeous. Her body, limp, and trembling and overworked already. Her neck, her chest filled with marks. His marks. He caught her wrists and he started planting kisses on the parts where his belt had stamped and reddened her skin. Her hands cupped his face and she brought him down to her. She wanted him to kiss her, and he did exactly what his beloved wife wanted. He caught her lips in his own and his tongue clashed on top of her own.

He groaned on her taste and her fingers found his hair, clenching in them and bringing him closer. His hands kept him up, but their chests touched. One hand reached down. Fingers dug bruises on her hip and she gasped in his mouth at the stinging pain. He wasn't being gentle with her today. That was for sure. He bit harshly down on her lip, pulling till it was rosy and swollen.

"Mine," He growled in her mouth. He pulled back to look at her. She was panting. Her body trembling in need. He started planting kisses on her cheekbone, her chin, her neck. "My wife,"

Just hearing him saying it was enough to undo her. "Yes,"

"My wife," He repeated it and he trapped her skin on her neck between his teeth letting down another mark. He groaned. He rubbed his hard cock down against her clit. She was so damn wet.

Her fingers clenched in his hair. Hips lifted up, rubbing herself on his cock. "My husband," She whispered against his temple and he lifted his head up to look at her. His forehead pressed against her own. Breaths merged. Lips only just a few inches apart.

His hand found her neck. Fingers slipped around the sensitive skin. He wasn't going to squeeze, but he made sure he let her know that he could. That he was the one who was now allowing her to breathe. He was the one allowing her hands to touch him. He had complete control over her. She was at his mercy.

And she wouldn't want it any other way.

"Say it again," He ordered harshly. His fingers lightly tightened around her neck, but not enough to cut her air.

Her hands slipped around his shoulders and she brought him closer. His body, settled between her legs. His hard cock pressed against her opening. Grey eyes stared back at her own as she cupped his face.

"My husband,"

Before Nathalie could catch her breath, he thrust into her. She cried out. Her fingers dug on his broad shoulders. Muscles flexed beneath her touch, and he groaned. She was so tight, and wet, and warm. Her chest rose and fell beneath him. Her body trembled. So helpless beneath him. So perfect.

A hand slipped down on her body. Fingers pressed gently down on the bulge that he created in her belly. Levi buried his face in her neck and he groaned. It felt so damn good. He pulled all the way out and thrust back in with force. She cried out again. Her fingers clenched in his hair. A small whimper escaped her lips. Her warm walls clenched dangerously tight around him. Levi pressed his hands around her on the mattress, bracing himself before he started thrusting.

He set a punishing pace. It almost felt like he was going to split her body two. But it felt amazing. Her eyes shut. Head rolled back. His thick cock rubbed roughly against her insides with every single thrust stretching her to adjust to his size. His balls slapped against her skin and the wet sound of his cock hitting inside her drove her insane.

Levi couldn't help staring down at her as she chased her orgasm. Her body filled with marks. His marks. Lips parted in silent cries and pleas. He frowned. He wanted to hear her scream. A hand landed on her cheek harshly enough to knock a cry out of her. Good. "You like this, Nat? You like taking this fucking cock?"

Oh God. "Fuck… y- yes! Yes, Levi… I- I do- Fuck!" Nathalie came again around him. Her juices pulled him deep. Her hole spasmed around him enough to knock a growl out of him. His thrusts as relentless as ever, but clumsier now. He was close. She knew it.

He wanted to come inside of her. He wanted to fill her with his warmth. He wanted her to be the mother of his children. He wanted to make her his. But she already was and he didn't want her to suffer. He didn't want to bring a life in this fucked up world.

"Shit!" Levi pulled out of her and came with a growl on her belly. He buried his face in her neck. Both took a long moment to catch their breath. Her hands found his sweaty hair, caressing soothingly. Nathalie pressed breathless kisses on his temple, his forehead. Fingers slipped over the muscles of his shoulders and his back. Her touch so gentle. So tender. Her fingers soft. Her legs still wrapped around him, clinging on him like a messy vine wrapped on a wall of a building. She kept him in place, making sure he wouldn't leave.

He'd never leave. He'd be an utter idiot if he did. His hands tightened around her. That woman was his. He felt so damn proud. Before she even knew it, he was lying on his back, and her body pressed entirely on top of his own. Nathalie pressed kisses on his cheeks, his cheekbone, his chin. She reached his neck, kissing softly down on the white skin. His hand found her hair, fisting in them as he tore her face off of his neck and he brought her up. He caught her lips in his own and he sighed in her mouth when he met her delicious taste.

They pulled back to breathe. Hearts hammered hard against each other. Her forehead pressed on top of his own, eyes met. She giggled. She couldn't believe she was married to this wonderful man. There was no one else out there for her. Just him. She didn't want anyone else. Nathalie buried her face in his neck, and she felt the warmth of the blankets that he wrapped them around their bodies. Dusk had arrived, so it wouldn't be a problem going to sleep now.

"I love you, Mr. Ackerman,"

"I love you too, Mrs. Ackerman,"