It was night when he got his own copy of the plan in his hands. Levi rubbed his temple gently as he read and read, and reread the plan for the mission in Shiganshina. What the hell was Erwin thinking? Of course, he had thought the exact same thing about Erwin's plans lots of other times, but this time was just… Levi sighed heavily. He pressed his elbow on the wooden, smooth surface of his desk. His hand lingered on his chin, rubbing thoughtfully.
He knew a large part of this plan was Nathalie's. He knew it was all based on the information that she had provided them. The capabilities of the Colossal, Armoured and Beast Titans were all things that Nathalie had explained to Erwin and then Erwin composed the plan that he was now holding in his hands.
It was insane but brilliant nonetheless. If they got to carry out this plan successfully, then they were indeed going to come back with zero casualties. Something that had never happened in all of human history. At least the one we know of, Levi frowned.
Then came a knock on the door of his office. "Come in," He called out and then she walked in. His Nathalie.
She was in her grey skirt that reached her ankles, and a white buttoned shirt stuffed within. Her glasses rested neatly on the bridge of her nose, and her hair were a wonderful mess that reached just above her shoulders. Her lips had curled up into a smile as she walked into her beloved husband's office. His desk was filled with papers of reports to fill. She was carrying a tray with a cup of tea, and a plate with a slice of cake that she had probably made in the kitchen of the Survey Corps HQ. Levi had no idea how she had the time for all of that.
"Thought you might be hungry," Nathalie said as she rested the tray on an empty space on his desk. Levi sighed heavily once more as he ran a hand through his hair. Nathalie raised an eyebrow. "What is it, darling?"
"Am I reading this correctly?" Levi asked as he tossed the papers with the plans on the smooth surface of his desk.
"I'm afraid so," Nathalie shrugged.
"Have you read the plan?"
Nathalie chuckled. "Sweetheart, I was there when Erwin came up with it,"
Levi pointed down on a specific passage on the paper ignoring what she had just said. "Says here, you and I will be single-handedly taking down thirty 'or more' titans whilst the furry bastard will be throwing rocks at us,"
He was worried. Of course, he was. His wife was going to be there. His fragile, precious, beautiful, perfect wife. Her life was going to be in danger. How was he supposed to stay focused and fight knowing that? He knew asking her not to come to this mission was going to be worthless, but he was going to try anyway.
"I don't want you to come," Levi frowned.
Nathalie raised an eyebrow. "You think I can't handle it? Did you forget how I launched on a battalion of titans with nothing but daggers whilst bleeding to death?"
"And you barely survived that," Levi reasoned. He shook his head in denial. "I cannot allow you to put your life at risk,"
She sighed. Did she have to get his permission on that as well? Of course, she had. Nathalie tried to ignore the annoyance of always having to get permission to do something first and she crossed her hands against her chest. "Levi, I can't let you deal with this on your own. If there's another soldier who can help you with this, it's got to be me," There was no way she wasn't coming to that mission.
There was no way she was going to stay back, behind the safety of the walls. A married woman, waiting desperately for her husband to come back from the war. She couldn't play the role of that woman. She couldn't stand back. She had to fight. She could fight. She had to be there, beside him, at all times, to make sure he'd come back. Of course, there was nothing that could threaten Levi out there. He was a one-man army. But he was still one man, and she just had to be with him.
"I can handle it on my own-"
"No, you can't! You may hold the title of Humanity's Strongest Soldier, but you're still one person…" Nathalie reasoned as she slipped between him and the desk. Levi looked up at her. His face was only inches away from her belly. Her hands found his hair, caressing gently within the raven strands. "…and a very important one to me," She cupped his face and she gave him a soft smile.
Levi's hands slipped tightly around her, urging her to sit on his lap so that her legs were hanging from one side and one hand was around his shoulders. Nathalie's other hand pressed flat on his chest. One arm was keeping her pressed against him, holding her thigh, the other, around her waist, almost cradling her like a baby. Nathalie nuzzled the tip of her nose in his cheek and she giggled as she cupped his face. Her fingers traced gently across her husband's perfect jawline.
"You're important to me too, Nat," His hands slightly tightened around her and he turned his face to look at her. "More than any other,"
She almost melted on the spot. Levi was never one to say such things and express emotions so much. But with her he was another man. He wasn't the ruthless Captain of the Scouts that everybody trembled at his presence. His Nathalie knew him, and he had nothing to hide from her. That's why she was so damn precious.
Soft -yet sharp- silver eyes met her own. His hand let go of her thigh and reached for her glasses, gently taking them off of her nose, and letting them hung on her chest by the rope around her neck. He cupped her cheek. A rough thumb brushed warm down her skin. His breath brushed warmly across her lips and Nathalie could do nothing but sigh contently. She loved this man. She loved him too much. And every time he hugged her, touched her, kissed her, he was only reminding her of that. No matter how possessive and bossy he could be, her feelings were making it impossible to be mad at him.
He leaned in, and caught her lips in his own. They both sighed in the kiss when they met each other's taste. Her fingers dug gently in his undercut bringing him slightly closer, and he did not disappoint. Levi leaned closer, and kissed her a little harder. His tongue held the dominance in her mouth, almost devouring her own. Nathalie gasped in the kiss, but he did not allow her to catch her breath. He let down a rough bite on her lip and she whimpered. He loved those helpless sounds that she made beneath his touch.
Levi pulled back to look at her. Eyes met once more, but he'd never get tired of staring at her. His thumb was still on her cheek and she stared back up at him with those bright blue, loving eyes of hers. He leaned in and he pressed a kiss on her forehead and she closed her eyes. Her hands slipped around his shoulders and she buried her face in his neck breathing him in and nuzzling in his warmth.
Levi could almost feel his lips curling up into a smile whilst he held her tightly. He didn't mind. It was just the two of them in the room, and he could smile for all he wanted. He was holding her, and the gentle weight of her body on his lap, the tickling sensation of her nose as she nuzzled in his neck, it almost made him forget it all. They had two weeks left till the mission to retake Wall Maria. They had two weeks' time. He couldn't even begin to imagine how things were going to turn out in that mission.
His arms only tightened around her. What if something happened to her? They had just figured out a way to fight her disease, and they were finally relieved that she was going to be alright, but what if something happened to her in that mission? What if something happened to his brats? What if those bastards caught Eren? How the hell was he supposed to protect them all? Nathalie was right. He may have been Humanity's Strongest Soldier. He may have earned that title, but he was still just one man. He wasn't strong enough to protect them all. But he couldn't lose anything or anyone else.
Her lips started pressing kisses on his neck, his cheekbone, his chin, his cheek. She drew him back to reality and he was so grateful for that. All these thoughts would always drive him to despair, but Nathalie was always there to snatch him out of them. To pull him back to reality. Overthinking was a bad habit. One that he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried, but he didn't have to. His Nathalie was always there to keep his head straight. To keep him sane, focused on here and now.
"Stop thinking, my love," She whispered in between the soft kisses that she pressed in his neck and he complied immediately to his beloved wife's wish.
She was right. She was always right. He had to stop. He had to stop worrying, and trust that Erwin's plan was going to work. He had to trust, that they were all going to make it out of there alive. My love. Her sweet voice echoed in his mind for a short moment as he stared down at her whilst she pressed tender kisses on his skin. She hadn't called him that many times. He never thought he would actually like it.
"Say it again," He ordered and she finally reached his chin. The area around his lips, planting kisses there. Her fingers buried into his hair and he sighed.
"My love…" It almost came out as a whisper. "…my husband," She mumbled, and before she had the chance to add anything more, he kissed her again. Nathalie kissed him back, just as ferociously as he did.
His arms tightened around her and he settled her body on his desk almost hurriedly. He didn't care whether she was sitting on the papers that held the plans. He didn't care about the work that he had yet to finish. He could take care of it tomorrow. He didn't care about the door of his office that wasn't locked. All he could focus on was the wonderful sounds that she made in the frenzy of their kiss.
His fingers clutched on her clothes. Her own hands pulled on his black jacket, tugging him closer. Levi settled his body between her legs. His hands slipped beneath the soft fabric of her skirt, tracing the tender skin of her thighs. He let go of her lips and he buried his face in her neck, biting and licking.
And then the idea struck him. He was going to take her. He was going to fuck her hard, and he was going to come inside of her. If she got pregnant, then she wouldn't be able to come to the mission in Shiganshina. She was going to stay back, and she was going to be safe. Victorious or not, he was going to come back to his wife and child. Both safe behind the walls. That was it.
He almost made himself sick. What a wicked thought. He couldn't believe he had just made it. He couldn't believe he was capable of such ill-mannered ideas. He hadn't even considered her opinion on the matter. He hadn't even considered what it was that she would want. But it was the only way. It was the only way he could keep her safe. The only way he could make her stay back. It was so sick to use her like that. Levi hated himself. He hated the lengths he would go to keep her safe.
He hated that such a wicked thought made him want to bite down on her skin just a little bit harder. It made his pants just a little bit tighter around his erection that had started to grow. She whimpered and trembled beneath his touches, his kisses, the rough bites and suckles. She was so helpless. So beautiful. So perfect. His.
She unbuttoned her shirt all the way down to her cleavage to allow him enough space to kiss and lick and bite. He pulled off the rope with her glasses from around her neck, and he rested them beside her body on the desk. Levi gathered her tender skin between his teeth and he added his marks, knocking gasps and whimpers out of her. Her fingers slightly tightened in his hair. She had a feeling he didn't care about undressing her, nor himself.
And she was right. He only pushed her skirt up her thighs and his hand pushed the soft fabric of her knickers aside. Two fingers pushed inside of her and Nathalie gasped. Her fingers clawed on the black fabric of his jacket and her head rolled back. She wasn't enough wet yet, but he didn't seem to care. His fingers started pumping inside of her anyway as if he was in a hurry. As if he wanted to rush her preparedness and start taking her on the spot.
Nathalie almost screamed. She buried her face in his neck right away, to muffle herself. It hurt, but it felt so fucking good. His fingers stretched and massaged her insides brutally and she clutched on him. He met that spot with the tip of his fingers and her wetness almost reached her thighs. His thumb rubbed her clit, and she bit on the fabric of his jacket trying to keep herself quiet. The tap, tap, tapping of his fingers inside her dripping warmth, and those gasps and whimpers, and helpless sounds that he'd never get tired of hearing coming from her.
She was so close. So damn close and she braced herself for a shuddering orgasm. But it never came. He pulled his fingers out of her and she whined in frustration. He tucked his wet fingers inside her mouth and she started sucking on his fingers right away. She panted and moaned as she tasted herself on the digits.
She was a mess. Her shirt unbuttoned, enough to reveal the hickeys he had just given her. Her skirt, settled onto her lap between their bodies, and her thighs, damp and exposed. A drool of saliva seeped from her lips, as he kept his fingers pressed inside the wet heat of her mouth.
He leaned in and licked it away. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. He kissed her hard, swallowing down her incessant panting and her moans. His fingers dropped back down in her wet cunt, and slipped back in. Her whole body tensed, sensitive from the orgasm that he had denied from her. She whimpered against his lips and she pulled back. His fingers weren't moving. The bastard.
"Levi, please-"
"What? You want my cock inside that tight pussy?" He growled against her lips. His hand found her hair. Fingers clenched around the brown strands and he gave her head a punishing pull. "Beg for it, sweetheart,"
Fuck. "Please, sir, p- please, I need your cock inside me," Oh God, this was so embarrassing, but she couldn't care less. She'd do anything at this point. Anything for him to make her cum.
"On your knees,"
Damn him. Three words, and he pulled his fingers out of her aching cunt. He took a step back as he watched his beloved wife dropping to her knees, like the good, obedient little girl that she was. His hands reached for his belt, untying skilfully. He tossed it on the floor, and his hands slipped beneath the layers of clothing pulling his aching erection out. His tip, already soaked in precum, he pressed it on her lips.
"Suck,"
She did exactly as her husband had asked. Her tongue flicked out on the tip and he hissed. She pulled him all the way in the damp heat of that wonderful mouth and his head rolled back. His hands found her hair, keeping them away from her face as she worked him in and out. He caught her eyes in his own as her face bobbed on his length. She pulled him out, letting her hand work on him whilst she sucked his balls in her mouth, and that was it.
He forced his cock in her mouth till the tip was hitting the back of her throat gagging her thoroughly. Nathalie gasped. Tears started to form in her eyes. Levi groaned as he pulled out and before she even knew it, she was bent over his desk. She pressed her forehead against the cool smooth surface of his desk. He pushed her skirt away and he plunged into her tight warmth.
Nathalie bit down on her hand, turning a shout into a groan. Her eyes shut. Her body was knocked forward by the force of it. One arm clutched around her hips, the other found her shoulder. Levi groaned as he pulled out and pushed back in with force. She was so wet, and tight, and warm. So perfect.
"You feel so fucking good around me," He groaned as he leaned down and pushed her shirt down, exposing her shoulder. His teeth sunk in the white, sensitive skin, planting another bitemark and she squirmed. He caught her earlobe between his teeth, grazing it painfully. "Let's find something to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut,"
He pulled out of her. Her body felt empty without him. His hands reached for her knickers, pulling the soft fabric down her legs with a rough jerk. He gathered it in a fist in his hand, before he reached forward and pushed it in her mouth, gagging her effectively. Damn him. It made her so damn wet. This man knew exactly what he was doing.
He thrust back into her and he started with an insane pace. Each rough thrust knocked her body against his desk. Nathalie groaned against the cloth that he had forced inside her mouth and she pressed her forehead on the cool wood beneath her. He growled. His hand found her hair, fisting in them and pressing her face against the desk whilst he took her rough. His length slipped and massaged her insides just right. His tip hit on that spot, again, and again and that previous orgasm came to back to her in full force.
Her whole body tensed as she came around his pumping length hard enough to make him grit his teeth. Her wetness coated his cock and her greedy hole pulled him deep. His hand landed down on her ass in a sharp blow, and he gave in. He came inside of her, fucking her through both their orgasms and filling her insides with his warm cum. He couldn't help it. He wanted to fill her with himself. She was his. His alone. And she had succumbed to him. Utterly.
She felt his precious liquid plunging deep and now her body rested exhausted on his desk. She pulled her knickers out of her mouth and she felt the weight of his forehead pressing against her back as the two of them took their moment to catch their breath. He kissed down on the bitemarks he had given on her shoulder and he pulled out of her.
He tucked himself back into his trousers. He helped her put her knickers back on and he tucked her skirt and shirt back in place. Nathalie was too weak to move at this point, but he flipped her around and picked up his precious wife in his strong arms. He placed her gently back on the small couch that he had in his office and she giggled when he took off his jacket and used it to cover her with it like a blanket. He wanted anything but for his wife to catch a cold.
She giggled. He took such good care of her. Alas, she had no idea how sickly possessive her husband could be. "Thank you, sweetheart,"
The corners of his lips slightly curled up. He leaned in, pressing a kiss on her forehead. "I'll finish a few more reports, and then I'll take you to bed,"
She hummed, and nodded in response. The smile didn't let go of her lips. Their room was in the same building. It was good to know that they didn't have to ride to go home now that they were living in the Survey Corps HQ. She cupped his face and she guided him down to her for a proper, soft kiss. Levi immediately complied. His tongue met her own, and he kissed her slow and soft. He only pulled back to let her rest and he pressed another kiss to her forehead.
By the time he was done, she had already fallen asleep on the couch, snuggling her face in the warmth of his jacket that he had tucked around her. So peaceful and so sweet. And so undeserving he was of her. What if he had gotten her pregnant? What if she didn't want this to happen before the big mission? Who am I kidding? He knew she didn't. Levi bit his tongue as he stared down at her whilst she slept. Guilt. Regret. The two emotions he hated the most. Despair as well. What have I done?!
He chose not to think about it now. Levi picked her up, and true to his word, he carried her to their room, to rest for the night. Even in her sleep, she shifted closer to him. Her hand caught his jacket, and she buried her face in his shirt like a touch-starved infant. It made his heart melt. Just knowing how well she recognised him, even in her sleep.
Their room was only just a few steps away. All superior officers of the Scouts were hosted in the Headquarters. They all had to be there to get ready for the big mission. The squads were on another building, in the barracks of the Survey Corps. Levi was mildly aware that Erwin's room wasn't much further away. Hange's was just on the opposite side of the hall, and Moblit's was just beside them.
Levi stood in front of the door of their shared quarters. With his wife in his arms, he set off to reach for the doorknob with the hand that was supporting her legs beneath her knees and was freer that the other one that was supporting her upper body against him. But he stopped. He felt eyes on him. An all too familiar feeling. A sense that he had learned to recognise after being chased and spied on so much in the Underground.
Levi turned and saw Erwin. It was just a small, tiny moment's glance when their eyes met in the faint dark hall. Erwin was just about to enter his own quarters that were only a few steps away. Levi glared at the man, and his Commander made sure he looked back at his comrade with an equally tense glare.
Erwin walked into his room and he closed the door behind. Levi wondered whether he had heard them. Whether he had heard them whilst he fucked her bent over and desperate on his desk. What wouldn't he give to see the look on his Commander's face.
A sense of pride and victory spread beneath Levi's chest. A small smirk formed across his lips as he turned the doorknob and finally walked into the dark room. Their bed rested in the middle, and the moonlight stole in through the window. He lied her gently back down on the bed. His hand cupped her cheek and her head leaned on his touch even unconsciously. He caressed her cheek and he let out a guilty sigh. The bitter realisation hit him like a struck of lightning.
Erwin would have treated her far better than he ever could.