Warmth. It was the next thing she knew when she opened her eyes and allowed the morning sunlight in. It must have been evening by now. They had overslept, but they didn't care. They had the entirety of that Saturday to rest, and it was the same for all other soldiers and officers of the Survey Corps. They were both in the very same position they had lied in a few hours back.

Nathalie didn't know what to think. She didn't know how to feel. His arms around her were so warm and welcoming. His heartbeat beneath her ear, steady and soothing. His touch, his scent, his skin, all so familiar. She could never have that familiarity, that closure with anyone else. She couldn't muster the courage to open up like this to anyone else.

And then she thought of Erwin, and at what she had done the night before. It felt like a heavy guilt on her shoulders. A heavy burden. She should probably tell it all to Levi. She couldn't keep it in. But then she remembered what had happened between her and Levi. She remembered what he had done to her. How he had used her like this. No. He hadn't used her. At least, he didn't mean to.

Or she was just making excuses for him. Nothing was going to change. His possessiveness wasn't going to tumble, and she didn't know whether she should be sad or happy about that. She just loved him so much. She had convinced herself that it was him and nobody else. There's nothing better for me out there. She was sure of that. It was just Levi. He was the centre of her world.

She believed that. She believed it wholeheartedly. It was so unhealthy, but she knew it. She didn't care. She loved him. Desperately. Nathalie only buried her face in his neck a little bit more, and her hands slightly tightened around him. Even in his sleep, he noticed it. His arms brought her a little closer. She knew he loved her. A sickening, mad, obsessive kind of love. She didn't care. She was going to take it, and she was going to test her limits. She wanted to see how much she could take.

I have nothing without you. What was she supposed to do after he told her that? Could she really keep being mad at this man? Her husband. Her lover. Her best friend. He was so many things to her, and he confessed she was many things to him too. How could she not forgive him after that? Her heart just ached so much for him. Maybe she was just as desperate and as obsessed with him as he was with her.

Nathalie chose to close her eyes. No headaches, no blood in her mouth anymore, no burning pain in her throat. Peace. Just peace and quiet in their shared room. Nathalie sighed contently. Her cheek pressed against his bare shoulder. Her nose nuzzled in his neck, tickling him slightly. He could feel the soft, warm brush of her breaths traveling down his skin.

His hand was slightly numb from having her body resting on top of it for too many hours, but he couldn't let go of her. He didn't want to. He just wanted to hold her, and he could never get enough of that. He had almost pushed her away. He had almost lost her. What a moron. What an utter idiot. He couldn't believe he had allowed himself to get so close to losing her. To hurting her.

He was never going to allow that ever again. He knew she had woken up. He could tell from her breathing. It wasn't as steady as it usually was when she was asleep. She didn't clutch on him like that while asleep. He knew her so well. A hand was resting flat on his chest. He pulled it in his own, and he brought it up to his lips, pressing kisses on her soft palm.

She giggled. It brought a smile to his face right away. Screw it. He was going to smile. Why shouldn't he? He had her. She was there. She was his. She pulled her face from his neck and she looked up at him and he looked down at her. Their eyes met. She had a smile on her lips. He pressed another kiss on the palm of her hand, and she cupped his face. Her soft thumb brushed warmly across his cheek, but he didn't let go of her hand, supporting it on his face.

"Are we going to be okay?" Levi asked worriedly as he leaned down to her and he pressed his forehead against her own.

Her smile slightly faded and for a moment, he was frightened of what she was going to say. Were they really going to be okay? If he kept it up like this, then maybe no, or maybe yes. It was up to her. It was all about how much she could handle. If he tried to tone down the toxic tendencies, then yes. Definitely yes. But she knew what he wanted to hear. She knew what she too wanted to believe. She wanted to believe that everything was going to be okay. She wanted to believe that she could take whatever he'd throw at her. She loved him too much for her own good, and maybe -just maybe- that was enough.

"Yeah," Nathalie nodded and she gave him a smile. She sighed and she closed her eyes. "We're going to be fine, so long as we have each other,"

He pressed a warm, tender kiss on her forehead. "I think so too,"

Nathalie buried her face back into his neck and she threw an arm across his belly. She couldn't hold it in. The moment she closed her eyes, all she could think about was what she had done with Erwin. All she could think about was not talking to Levi about this. She had asked of him to talk to her. To open up and discuss matters that troubled him. She wouldn't only be hypocritic if she didn't do it, she'd carry the guilt on her shoulders for the rest of her life. But how was she supposed to say it? She had admitted she had only done it trying to get back at Levi, but how was she supposed to form the words?

"Levi?"

"Yes?"

Nathalie lifted her head off of his neck, and she met his eyes with her own. He looked so softly back at her. Those sharp steel eyes filled with emotion that he wasn't talking about, but just one look at them was enough. Love. Unconditional love. How was she supposed to tell him now? That she had made out with another man? She'd break and she'd start crying again and she was more than aware that crying had become a very recent habit for her lately.

She sighed. And she just shook her head. She wasn't going to tell him, but now she had piqued his interest. His thumb found her cheek, urging her to look back at him. "What is it?" He asked worriedly.

She gritted her teeth. "I just… I just need to tell you what I did last night,"

"You don't have to-"

"I regret it greatly," Nathalie shut her eyes and buried her face on his shoulder.

She didn't want to look at him, but her hands clutched on him just a little tighter. Was she going to ruin everything? She was just a sentence away from ruining it all. Just a sentence away from ruining whatever it was that she and Levi had. She wasn't even sure whether if it was love anymore. Whatever it was, it was strong and precious.

Levi only sighed and he feared that he had a feeling what she had done. She said she wanted to hurt him and he'd never blame her. He waited for her to say it. He knew she wouldn't be able to rest if she didn't let him know. His Nathalie was always one to open up, unlike him. She'd never keep any secrets from him. Lying to Levi always felt impossible. He just knew her so well, he could always tell.

She finally mustered the courage and she said it. "I- I used Erwin…" Nathalie pressed her forehead against his shoulder and she shut her eyes. She didn't want to see the disappointment, the anger, the disgust in his eyes. "…I straddled him… I- I just wanted to take over. I just wanted to use someone for my own pleasure for once… I wanted to hurt you, Levi… I'm so sorry,"

Levi's eyes widened. His arms slightly tightened around her. Just the thought of her and Erwin doing something- anything it was enough to make his stomach twist and churn. But still, it was his fault. It was his selfishness and his desperation that had brought to this. She would never do that if he hadn't pushed her to her limits. He was aware of that. He just needed to know one thing.

"He didn't get inside of you, did he?!" Levi tried his best to keep the anger from showing in his voice, but he could tell he was failing.

"N- No, I- I could never get that far,"

Good. Levi sighed in relief. His arms tightened around her and he settled her body on top of his. Her legs parted around his waist. Her body pressed right above his groin. His breath found her ear. He cupped her face, tracing his rough thumb across her wet cheek. She had cried on his shoulder. She had regretted it and he could see that, but it wasn't her fault. He was the one who had forced her to do something like that. His Nathalie would never betray him. At least, not willingly.

"Do you… do you hate me?" She asked shakily, trying her best to look anywhere but him, but his thumb remained on her cheek, and he caught her eyes in his own eventually.

"I cannot hate you even if I try," He said and he guided her down so that her forehead was pressing against his own. "If you want to use somebody, use me, Nat," Levi started pressing kisses around her lips, her chin, her cheeks. "I'm your husband. I belong to you. You belong to me. I use you, and you use me however you like,"

Her eyes widened. She never thought he'd say that. Use me however you like. I belong to you. It went to her head straight away. His hands slipped beneath her gown and he found her soft skin. He traced her waist, her back, and then slipped down. A warm hand slipped beneath her knickers and he palmed her buttock a little rougher than he intended to. He lifted his hips up and he rubbed himself on her clit just right.

Nathalie bit her lip and she held back a moan. She pressed her forehead against his chest, and she couldn't believe how wet she was already. She couldn't believe the effect he had on her. She stood up, sitting on the growing bulge beneath her. Her nipples were already hard, peaking through the soft fabric of her nightgown and he couldn't help staring.

"Rub yourself. I want you to come all over me," He ordered.

His hand reached up, pushing the v opening of her gown aside and trapping a nipple between his fingers. She gasped. Her fingers dug on his skin around his waist, bracing herself as she started grinding herself on the bulge beneath her. She followed her husband's orders. Just like she had always done. Nothing has changed. Her head rolled back. Eyes shut tight. Her body tensed and she moaned with every single movement. Every single thrust was bringing her closer, and closer to sweet release. She was so beautiful. Her hair were a mess, and a strand fell on her forehead just right.

He couldn't believe Erwin had had that same sight last night. Anger and jealousy boiled beneath his chest. Levi groaned as he lifted his hips up to rub himself roughly against her, knocking a gasp out of her. His fingers tightened around her nipple painfully, and she winced and squirmed away from him, but he held her tight in place. There's nowhere for you to go, darling. She couldn't escape. He wouldn't let her.

He couldn't deny that he was mad. No- mad was an understatement. He was furious. Nathalie was his and he wasn't sharing. He just had to remind her who she belonged to. Whose property she was. She was his and she didn't have choice. He wasn't giving her one. He was going to deal with Erwin later.

She came on his bulge with one last thrust. She gasped his name and her head rolled back. Her lips parted and she panted softly, but then, her eyes widened when two fingers thrust inside of her. Nathalie gasped at the sudden intrusion. He did not let her adjust. His fingers started pumping inside of her with no warning. Nathalie caught his hand, and she didn't know whether she wanted to pull it away, or let him savagely massage her insides till she'd pass out. Even if she wanted to pull him away, she knew she couldn't. She was powerless.

He found that spot and he tapped, and tapped, and tapped against it. She threw her hands on the mattress around him to support her body from crushing against his own. She could have screamed, but his other hand came clamping on her mouth, keeping her lips sealed shut, urging her back to arch. He thrust in her insides with his two fingers in an insane pace till the only sound that he could hear was the sound of her wetness clinging on his fingers and her groans, and moans, and desperate whimpers, all muffled by his hand that was clamped on her mouth.

Nathalie bit down on his hand as she came again, and his fingers brought her hard down her orgasm with a few more rough jerks. He let go of her mouth and her body crashed squarely on his chest. His hand was trapped between their bodies, but his fingers were still inside her spasming hole. He had stopped moving them, but he curled them inside of her and she gasped and panted hard against his chest, pressing her forehead against it.

"Only I belong in there, is that understood?" He growled against her ear. He was angry. She could tell. He was going to waste her. But she had no choice but to take it. She was too busy recovering from her orgasm to even form a sentence, but his hand landed hard down on her buttock, knocking a whimper out of her.

"Y- Yes! It's only you, Levi," Nathalie mumbled helplessly against his chest.

He pulled his fingers out of her, and his arms slipped all around her. He traced her skin all over, sneaking beneath her gown, grabbing her thighs, her back, her waist. He didn't know where to touch her. He didn't know what to do to her. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to force himself on her, just like she had told him.

He didn't want to scare her ever again. His Nathalie deserved far better, and that was exactly why he was so scared to lose her. That was exactly why he wondered how could she so easily forgive him? How was she still there? Putting up with a selfish bastard like him? There was so much better for her out there. But she was sticking by his side. Just like she had always done.

His hands found her face and he guided her up to him. Her forehead pressed on top of his own and she panted against his lips. Her eyes met his own. His Nathalie. So damn beautiful, and so damn perfect.

"What do you want, Nat? I'll give you it all," His lips brushed against her own. His breath was warm against her chin as her face hovered above his own. His words, finally the question that she didn't want to ponder on.

What did she really want? Did she really want this? A possessive, selfish man who was obsessed with her? A man who would even ignore her desires and her wishes all for the sake of protecting her. A man who just loved her and cared about her so damn much, that it had become suffocating and toxic.

She no longer had her freedom, and even if she asked it of him, he wouldn't give it back to her. Even if she sat him down and talked to him, asked of him to tone down the possessiveness and the toxicity it wasn't going to work. He wouldn't be able to do it. She knew him. She knew him so well, she could tell exactly what was going on. Even after what happened last night, and after that talk and those promises, Levi would still try to impregnate her if it meant keeping her from coming to this mission. If it meant keeping her alive. He had lost everyone and everything and she was the only one left. He had lost it all and he could deal with that, but he wouldn't be able to deal with losing her.

Why was she still sticking around? Why was she still there, allowing this man to hold her and treat her like this? Is this what love is meant to feel like? Was love doing this to her? Forcing her to give it all. To lose it all to this man because of how much her heart ached for him. Love… what a damn painful yet blissful feeling. She couldn't tell whether it was a good or a bad thing anymore.

She couldn't deny this. Part of her desired this. She wanted to be his and if her freedom was the price for that, then she'd gladly pay it. If she had to let him use her to be called his own, then she'd let him. Nathalie cupped his face and he closed his eyes and sighed, and revelled on her touch. On the way her thumbs brushed on his cheeks. This man. So touch-starved but perfect from every aspect, every angle, yet so damn imperfect all the same. She had watched him grow into this.

Humanity's Strongest Soldier. The most ruthless, respected, unforgiving Captain of the Survey Corps that everybody was too scared to be around. She had watched him commit his first murders, and then all the rest. He had been a murderer, a saviour, a hero, an oppressor. He had been many things and she had always followed, not once leaving his side. Why would she leave now? Now that they were so damn close.

Even if she tried to leave him, she'd always come back. He wasn't the one she should blame for losing her freedom. It was herself. She wanted this no matter how sick and wicked it was. She would take it, because she loved him. And it was so damn much, and so damn tense that she could do nothing about it. She was helpless. She was indeed helpless without him. Or at least, it was so easy to convince herself that this is how it is.

So be it then. She gave him a warm smile. "I want to be yours, Levi. It doesn't matter how you'll do it. Steal away my freedom. Treat me like an object. Use me for your pleasure. I don't care. I love you,"

He took a moment to look at her. His eyes widened. His breath hitched halfway his throat. He could have never guessed she'd ever feel this way. He could have never believed that Nathalie- his Nathalie -that strong woman who could and would fight back against everything- was going to surrender and give in so easily. He couldn't even begin to imagine how tense her feelings for him must have been. No. He knew how tense this all was. He was feeling the exact same need. She was obsessed with him, wasn't she? Just as obsessed as he was with her.

Before she even knew it, he had flipped her over. Her back crushed against the mattress and he was on top of her. Arms and knees planted on the bed all around her as he crawled on top of her and he caught her lips in his own. They both groaned when their tongues met. Her arms slipped around his shoulders and she allowed him to suckle on her tongue and devour her.

He pulled back from the kiss only to start planting kisses and bites and nips on whatever skin he could find. "I love you so much…" He mumbled against her skin as he planted a rough bite that knocked a wince out of her. "…so damn much,"

He planted another rough bite, then another, and another, and all of them came with stinging pains that he instantly wiped away with his tongue. But she didn't care. He loved her. She was his. He was hers. That was enough. Those winces and whimpers that escaped her lips were like music to his ears. She trembled beneath his grasp. So helpless. So beautiful. So perfect.

"You're already mine, darling," He groaned against her skin as he started filling her chest with his marks. Marks that she was going to proudly carry.

His arms were all around her. Clutching on her gown, pulling on it. He didn't care to undress her. She was wet and ready for him. Arms had snuck beneath her gown. He didn't leave part of her untouched. There was no part of her body that he didn't dig his fingers in. Nathalie squirmed and winced and writhed. Those wonderful sounds made him growl against her skin as he pulled her nipples in his mouth one by one, biting and licking equally on each.

He didn't care to undress himself either. He just wanted to be inside of her. Levi pulled himself out of his pants. He was so hard. The tip already soaked in precum. He rubbed himself before he positioned himself to her opening. So slick and warm. He grabbed her hips and he slammed inside of her. Nathalie tensed. He could not be compared to his fingers. He pushed all the way in, stretching her and hitting deep, and her lips parted in a silent cry. She almost forgot how to breathe.

He did not give her any time to adjust. He started fucking her rough and she could have screamed if she hadn't clamped her own hand on her mouth. Each thrust shook the bed. Each thrust threatened to split her body in two. Her eyes shut and her screams turned into groans, and moans against her fingers. He wasn't even lying down to her, to hold her and kiss her. He was only fucking her and digging bruises in her thighs.

Part of her enjoyed this. She enjoyed it way too much. Using her body for his own pleasure was a thought that brought that primal side of her closer and closer to a shuddering release. But another, more logical part of her, was contemplating on whether she should be regretting all this. Whether giving it all to him was a good idea or one that was going to break her in the end. She didn't know. She tried to convince herself that it was the right choice.

His thrusts were rough. Relentless. Her skin, bruised and sore beneath his fingers, but her sounds -her sounds… his helpless little Nathalie trembling and screaming beneath him for him. Erwin would never get the sight that he was having right now. She was his. Utterly.

Her body gave in. She came around his pumping length, and she squeezed him so tight around those slick walls. Levi growled and he stopped thrusting, plunging deep, allowing her wonderful wetness to envelop his cock. He leaned down. He took her hand away from her lips, replacing it with his own lips. He kissed her hard, swallowing down the panting and her small mewls and moans vibrated in his mouth deliciously.

His hands slipped around her. His touch, still rough and relentless. He wanted to dig his marks wherever he touched her. She had given him the permission. Use me. I want to be yours. Oh, darling, she was his. She had always been. She didn't have an option. If she didn't want this, he'd force it on her because he was hers and he didn't have an option either.

His cock was still deep inside of her, but she just felt so damn good around him whenever she came. She would clench so deliciously tight, and her greedy walls would pull him so damn deep. He needed to feel this again. Levi let go of her lips, finally allowing her to breathe and catch her breath. He kissed the salty tears that ran down her cheeks. He had probably gotten too rough on her, but he was going to take care of her. He'd be damned if he didn't take care of his precious little Nathalie.

Levi's hand slipped down and found her clit. She gasped. Her hands tightened around his shoulders. Her nails dug her own marks on his back. He started rubbing her clit. It was soaked in her wetness and so easy to rub in an insane pace. Nathalie's head rolled back. She gritted her teeth. Her body, overwhelmed and exhausted.

"L- Levi, please, this is too much…" She sobbed, but he peppered soft kisses around her lips, her cheeks, her cheekbone, her chin. He caught her eyes in his own and he stopped rubbing her. Nathalie finally caught her breath. His hand found her face. He cupped her cheek. He kissed her all over and he listened to her as she panted hard.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" He asked worriedly, drawing her attention. He pushed her hair away from her sweaty forehead. Her own hands found his hair. Delicate fingers caressed his hair and he sighed, burying his face in her neck and kissing on the marks that he had left there. "I'm so sorry,"

"N- No, you didn't hurt me, my love," Nathalie mumbled breathlessly as she planted kisses on his temple. It wasn't entirely true, but she just didn't want to hear him apologise. She didn't know why. She didn't get to think about it as he pulled out and slipped slowly back in. They both sighed at the friction. He pulled his face off of her neck and he pressed his forehead against her own.

He pulled out of her and thrust back in, a little harder this time. She gasped and she let her head roll back. "I wanna come inside of you, Nat," He mumbled against her lips. "It's not just about restraining you," He pressed kisses down her chin, her cheekbone, her neck. "I want a little brat that looks like us,"

Nathalie couldn't help it. She might have been sore all over, but she giggled breathlessly. He did want to restrain her. Of course. Maybe she should just take that for granted. But damn her because she couldn't say no to this man. She cupped his face, and their eyes met.

"Alright…" She buried her fingers in his hair. "…give me a little brat that looks like us,"

He caught her lips in his own and he started thrusting at the same time. Nathalie cried out against his mouth. Her eyes widened. Her hands almost tried to push him away to breathe, but thank goodness, he wasn't letting go of her mouth. She would have screamed enough for the entire building to hear her. He took her just as roughly as before. Her overstimulated nerves burned, and his fingers dug on her thighs painfully, trying to keep her in place.

She couldn't believe she was capable of getting to another release. Nathalie cried out in his mouth when she came again. Her hole clenched so wonderfully tight around him. Levi growled in her mouth as he came as well. His seed plunged deep inside of her, coating her insides. He buried his face in her neck. His hands clutched all around her as he took a moment to catch his breath.

By the time he finally lifted his face off her neck, his Nathalie had blacked out. Her eyelids were barely open. Her panting had slowly started to slow down. He had exhausted her. He had wasted her. His Nathalie was only beginning to test her limits on this. She was so beautiful there, even in the mess of bites and bruises that he had painted on her skin.

He felt guilt. He started kissing her all over, apologising for those bruises, those bitemarks that probably hurt. He should let her rest. Besides, it was Erwin's order to spend the entirety of the weekend just resting. Thinking of Erwin… he had his Commander to deal with.

Levi finally pulled out of her. He grabbed his pillows, settling them beneath her body, keeping her lower body upwards. He didn't want a single drop of his cum to seep out of her. He tucked her beneath their blankets and he pecked her lips before he got off the bed.

He felt relief. Relief that after everything she was still his. Relief, that she wanted to succumb to him, and now he knew. I want to be yours. I don't care how you'll do it. No one was ever going to accept him like this. No one was ever going to love him this much. She was so precious. So damn precious.

He went straight for a shower. He dressed up and before he left, he made sure to check up on her. He checked on her pulse, just because he wanted to ease his paranoid worry. She would probably shout at him when she'd wake up and take a look on the mirror. He chuckled as he sat beside her on the bed. His fingers blindly tied his ascot and he stared at his beloved whilst his she made her messy sleep.

He cupped her cheek and her face leaned on his hand, recognising the familiarity even in her sleep. He tucked her hair behind her ear and he couldn't stop staring at her. He could stay right there for hours just staring at her. So beautiful. So perfect. His.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Rest, Nathalie… my sweet, sweet Nathalie,"

Even her name sounded perfect as it rolled down his tongue he had to speak it twice.