Next day, was the grand coronation of their new Queen. It was no problem waking up early, since Levi and Nathalie had fallen asleep quite early the other day. It was both annoying and relieving to find out that they had woken up by 4am in the morning and they had at least three hours ahead of them for the coronation. Still, the breeze was cool as it brushed across her shoulder and Levi did not miss the chance to cover her skin beneath the bedsheets before she got cold. Taking care of her was a habit that he'd never get tired of.

Nathalie giggled and she just nuzzled her face further into the warm skin of his neck. An arm was around her waist, keeping her body pressed against his own beneath the bedsheets, and Nathalie's white, delicate fingers drew random shapes on her husband's chest. Nathalie smiled against his skin. Her husband. My husband. She couldn't believe she was married. She couldn't believe she was married to such a wonderful man. So handsome and so perfect. So kind and strong and smart.

Everything. He was everything to her. She never thought she could fall so madly in love with someone, and that someone was him. Levi. Her husband. And they just stood there, in an utterly comfortable silence, enjoying nothing but each other's company. The soft brush of his calloused thumb on her shoulder.

Nathalie found herself closing her eyes and just revelling at his warmth, his soft touch, and at how safe he made her feel. So safe and reassured that she could give in, completely. Their bodies were still naked, but she didn't panic like the first time. She had no reason to panic now. He had seen the entirety of her. He had kissed and touched her entire body, and those wretched scars that she so much hated on her skin. But he didn't hate them, and that was enough for her. He had accepted her as his own. That was enough for her.

"Falling asleep?" He asked softly as he looked down at her. Her eyes opened realising that he was right. She was falling asleep again, even after all those hours of sleeping. She had gotten so much rest from falling asleep so early, but she couldn't say she could bring herself to stand out of the bed just yet.

Nathalie lifted her face off his neck and she looked up at him. Her nose brushed against his cheek, before he turned and looked at her, and those magnificent sharp grey eyes met her own. His hair was a raven, dishevelled mess against the pillow and she could tell her own was an equal mess, but it suited him so damn well. A few strands fell on his forehead. The early blue morning light rested upon the perfect, sharp features of his face, and Nathalie was once again falling in love. How could such a perfect man fall for such an imperfect woman?

A small smirk appeared on his lips. One would have to be too close to see it. "Like what you see?" He said cockily and she giggled. A bright blush spread across her cheeks and she bit her lip and nodded and hummed in response. He only had one word to describe her. Adorable. Levi chuckled, and he couldn't believe that he had actually chuckled. He couldn't remember the last time he had even laughed. If there ever was that time. She just made him so damn happy, and he barely knew how happiness felt like.

She leaned in and started planting small kisses around his lips. Both upper and lower lip. She did not leave them untouched, but she did not linger too long either, leaving him yearning for more.

"My husband…" she mumbled between the kisses.

Her hand found his face cupping gently. She kissed his nose, and she couldn't tell whether he was holding his breath or whether he had just decided to stop breathing. Just calling him her husband… He just loved the sound of it coming from her. But she didn't stop peppering soft kisses all over his face and he could do nothing but close his eyes and let her treat him with that kindness, and that tenderness that no one had ever treated him with before.

"…so handsome… so perfect,"

He could only chuckle at her words. If anybody was perfect in this room, it was her. But she barely knew that, and no matter how many times he'd tell her, she wouldn't admit it. It was just part of her character. His Nathalie could never see her own perfection but she could very much see the one of others. Even him. The ruthless man who brought down the biggest scums of the Underground. The man who had killed and slaughtered people like animals. How could she still call him perfect?

He caught her lips in his own and he muffled the incoherent words that she had been mumbling between the kisses. His tongue met her own and he did not hold back a moan that vibrated through her mouth. His arms tightened around her, bringing her body on top of his own. Her knees planted on the bed around his waist and she straddled him. Her body rested down against his own. One arm remained tight around her, and the other reached for her face. A rough thumb brushed across her cheek, and he only pulled back to allow her to breathe.

Nathalie turned her head to press a kiss on his thumb but he only pushed his thumb inside her mouth instead. It caught her by surprise. But she looked down at him. His grey pupils, dark with want. Fingers found her thighs, clenching around the soft white flesh, hard enough to hurt. Nathalie whimpered against his thumb that was keeping her mouth open and her tongue down. A string of saliva ran down her lower lip, but she could do nothing but stare down at him and wait for orders.

"Suck,"

He pressed his thumb further into her mouth and she did as he had asked. Her lips closed warm and wet around his thumb. She couldn't understand what about just sucking his thumb turned her so fucking on. He added his index finger, then his middle finger in her mouth, and her chin was covered in a mess of saliva before she even knew it. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and his hand reached down, trapping a sensitive nipple between his warm wet fingers. Nathalie moaned. His fingers travelled all around her chest, her breasts, tracing her saliva on her perfect skin.

His fingers found her belly, and then lower till he reached her dripping heat. Nathalie propped herself on her hands, planted on each side of his face on the mattress, giving his hand enough space between their bodies. Two fingers slipped gently inside of her and Nathalie gasped. She pressed her forehead against his chest. Her hips moved against his fingers, fucking herself on the two digits.

"So, fucking, wet…" He groaned against her ear as he pulled his fingers out of her and he grabbed his throbbing, erect cock in his hands, guiding the tip to her opening.

He thrust inside of her with no warning and Nathalie almost screamed, but she buried her face in the crook of his neck, muffling herself effectively. They weren't alone in the building this time. She didn't want a bunch of teenagers sticking their ears to their door. They're too young for that. A hand caught her hair, lifting her head up to look at her. She panted hard against his lips. Foreheads pressed against each other's. His hand slipped down. Fingers wrapped tightly around her neck, without cutting her air, but threatening to.

"…I want you to ride my cock. I want you ride me till you come all over me, is that understood?"

His voice, harsh and authoritative, just like when he was giving orders. That too was an order. She could do nothing but obey her Captain, her husband, her lover. Her everything.

"Y- Yes, sir,"

He hissed. He loved her calling him that. "Sit up. I want to watch you as you fuck yourself on my cock," His hand landed on her buttock harshly enough to leave a red mark of his hand stamped on her skin. Nathalie whimpered, but she did as her Captain had commanded.

She sat up, adding to the pressure around her thighs. Her hands pressed down on his belly, and the perfect muscles as she urged herself to pull him out and back in. They both sighed in the friction, and she did it again and again. Her body, and those sounds that she made, struggling to chase her release on his hard cock beneath her. She was trying to keep as quiet as possible as she massaged her insides around his erection. Each stroke made her eyes shut and her body tremble. She was finally getting the hang of riding him, and she picked up the pace.

Levi groaned. His head rolled back. Just watching her perfect body bouncing against his cock, was enough to undo him. A hand reached back and caught her hair. Fingers clenched painfully tight around the roots and he brought her tumbling down on his chest. She buried her face in his shoulder. His knees bent and he started fucking her faster and with much more composure that she had possessed. He wanted to break her.

He hit hard against that sensitive spot inside of her and she almost screamed. A hand came clamping down on her mouth. He forced his fingers in her mouth, gagging her whilst his hips relentlessly continued the punishing pace. She was so close. So damn close.

"Does it feel good?" He spat. He withdrew his fingers from her mouth, and he gave her buttock another harsh smack. Her body arched. She buried her face back in his neck trying to muffle the sounds that would've reached Trost at this point. He smacked her ass again. His thrusts never faltering. Balls slapping against her skin as his tip hit again and again on the spongy, sensitive flesh. "Tell me how fucking good I make you feel, Nat," He growled in her ear.

She could barely form any sentences at this point. She was too occupied with her upcoming orgasm and with trying to keep herself quiet. But that was an order, and she had no choice but to obey, like a good loyal dog.

"Y- You make me feel so… f- fucking good, Levi… fuck!"

Nathalie came. She turned her scream into a groan, muffling herself against his shoulder. Her slick liquids pulled him deep and Levi growled against her own shoulder and he pulled out. He panted against her ear. His fingers fisted in her hair as he pulled her head off his shoulder.

"Go down there and clean up your mess," His lips almost brushed against her own as he spoke harshly. He didn't care about her recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm. He needed to come, and he needed to come inside her mouth.

Nathalie obeyed. She slipped off of him, and down. Just a look to his glistening, veiny cock was enough to make her wet and needy again. Damn him, and how well he was using her. And damn me for how gladly she was letting him. She pulled his cock in her mouth. His hand found the back of her head, keeping his cock in the slick warmth of her mouth, till she was choking and gagging around his hard length. It felt so good. So fucking good.

He allowed her to push him out and catch her breath. A drool of her saliva landed on the tip of his cock and he gritted his teeth trying his best to hold back the sounds. She pulled him back in her mouth and she started sucking, and licking. Her fingers found his balls, messily rubbing them. His hips lifted up, forcing his cock down her throat and she pulled him back out only to take him back all the way in.

"Fuck… Nat, I'm gonna-"

"Cum in my mouth, baby," Nathalie mumbled against his tip. She couldn't believe she had just called him that. She didn't stick around to find out what he thought of it. She sucked hard on his cock until he finally came with a growl and his fingers fisting in her hair. She swallowed down his salty, precious liquid and her hand worked him fast on his orgasm, milking out all he had to offer. Levi cursed. Eyes shut tight and his body tensed.

She crawled back on top of him. He was panting hard. Muscles finally relaxed. She pressed kisses on the skin of his belly, his chest, all the way up to his chin. He caught her chin pulling her up, and he kissed her hard, tasting remnants of himself on her tongue. She had taken him all. He was expecting nothing less from his Nathalie. Still, their bodies were a sweaty mess and Historia's coronation was in a few hours.

He pulled back from the kiss, cupping her face. "We need a shower,"

Nathalie laughed. Of course, he'd say that. She pressed a peck down on his lips. "I'll go first. You catch your breath, sir,"

Her gave her ass a squeeze and she gave him a filthy moan that made him bite his tongue and his cock twitched. Damn her. "Yes, ma'am,"

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The smell of a fluffy cake in the oven was all too familiar. Nathalie almost never had the time to cook -especially cakes and sweets- but when she did, the smell was always amazing and it always reached every corner of the building. And he knew nobody had taught her how to cook. She had only absorbed all the recipes and all the knowledge on cooking that she could whenever she'd get her hands on books focused on the subject. But he could tell, most times she was just improvising.

His Nathalie was just too good with everything. So talented in whatever he taught her, or whatever she did. So precious. She was finished with showering when she dressed up and hastily ran down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Eating bread with jam and tea was starting to get boring. She did not doubt that her kids would love a slice of cake to accompany Levi's astounding tea in the morning.

Still, it was 7am and they had a long ride to do back in the Capital. They had to be there by 10am for Historia's Coronation. Levi was just on his way to the kitchen to grab a cup of tea and remind her that they had to wake their brats up, but Levi just found no words when he laid eyes on her.

She wasn't dressed in anything fancy really. It was just her normal grey skirt that she had worn lots of times before, and it was a white, buttoned shirt, stuffed in her skirt. She had a white apron wrapped around her waist and a white cloth kept most of her hair back. Still, those few locks that landed on her forehead, were difficult as ever to restrain back, but he wouldn't have it any other way. She was perfect.

Her moves, as delicate as ever, not making much noise to wake the kids. She dried the utensils she had used to make that cake, and she placed them back in their shelves and drawers all around the kitchen. He couldn't even understand how she remembered exactly what and where to put it.

Hands slipped around her before she knew it. Her back met his chest and his lips found her nape. So beautiful. So perfect. And she was his. His lovely wife. Nathalie giggled. Such a sweet sound made his heart flutter beneath his chest. She paused doing the chore, and her hands found his own that were tight around her.

She turned around to face him with her wonderful smile and her hands reached for his ascot. He was tying it far better than she could ever hope to do it. She just tucked it place for him and her hands reached for his black jacket, before she stared back up at her husband who was ready and dressed for the coronation.

"Ready?"

He nodded. His hands slightly tightened around her. "Can't say the same about our brats," His hands reached for a large frying pan and a wooden large spoon. "I'll go wake them up,"

Nathalie cringed and she snatched the utensils off of his hands. "I'll go wake them. No need to startle them like that!"

Levi sighed as he watched her untying the apron off her body. "May I remind you that they are soldiers. You need to stop spoiling them,"

"They may be soldiers but they're still children. If anything, it is their right to be spoiled," Nathalie made her point before she headed to walk out of the kitchen. "Look after the cake for me!" She said and Levi barely knew how to do that.

He never got to ask. She was already gone. He mentally cringed as he stared at the direction of the oven and he knew he was going to end up letting that cake burn. He sighed heavily and he set off to make some tea. The only thing he was familiar with in the kitchen was the kettle. Levi could take down the wildest of titans, but he could not look after a freaking cake. He only hoped Nathalie would get back in time.

Oh boy. He turned and looked cautiously at the direction of the oven again. He'd never felt so helpless about something before.