It took her some time to find him, but knowing Levi, he'd be sitting alone in some dark corner, stalking someone and brooding. And she was right. Nathalie heard the excited voices of Armin, Mikasa and Eren as the three best friends sat by the steps outside the Survey Corps HQ. Armin was talking about the sea, and how much he wanted to see it. Nathalie had only read books. The sea, a vast body of salty water. It sounded so damn peculiar. Their little island was surrounded by it, and they had yet to see it. The people could not go much further away from their walls. They were living like slaves. We are going to change that. She knew that they could.
But for now, Nathalie smiled as she finally found her husband. He was sitting on the wooden floor beside the open entrance of the Survey Corps HQ. His back was against the brick wall, and an arm was propped on his one knee.
He had been sitting there a while now, and he had been thinking. No- he had been overthinking. He couldn't get the conversation he had with Erwin out of his mind. Protect her. Give your life if you have to. He would give his life. He would give it all to make sure that she'd be safe. To make sure that she was going to come back. If it comes to this, and I'm no longer around, will you look after her for me?
Fuck. He didn't want it to come to this. He didn't want to let another man take over. He didn't want to have her losing him. He didn't want her to come tomorrow. There was so much about tonight that made it feel like it was their last night. The last night that he'd ever spend with her. No. It couldn't be. He wouldn't allow it.
He had a long life to live, and he had to live it beside her. They had a family to make. They had a house to build somewhere surrounded by greenery and far from people. Far from the crowded Cities. Yeah. That'd be nice. He'd wake up every day beside her. He'd wake up to the sound of their little brats jumping on their bed or wrecking their house. He had hours to spend just watching his Nathalie whilst she'd spoil the hell out of them.
Levi's lips almost curled up into a smile, until he reminded himself, that the chances of these happening were slim. He could still lose her tomorrow. She could still lose him tomorrow. He didn't want to watch her cry above his dying body, and he couldn't stand to hold her own dying body. That realisation was so bitter beneath his chest, Levi sighed heavily.
But then, his Nathalie showed up with two cups of tea. Her tea, the only tea that could compete his own. She had a smile on her lips and she had finally taken off that apron and that cloth from around her head. Her brown hair were a short mess, and her glasses were hanging from a rope around her neck.
"Thought I'd find you in some dark corner stalking people," Nathalie teased as she knelt down beside him and she handed him a cup of steaming hot tea.
Levi hid his smile behind the cup as he brought it to his lips and he took a sip of the warm liquid. It rolled sweet down his dry tongue and he sighed blissfully. He watched her as she tried to sit beside him on the floor and he shook his head.
"No, you'll catch a cold," Levi rested his cup on the floor. He took her own from her hand, resting it back on the floor beside his. "Come here," His hands slipped around her.
He picked her up with ease and settled her body on his lap. Nathalie giggled as she pressed her cheek on his chest, and her legs hung from the one side. His arms were warm around her. He grabbed her cup and handed it to her and he picked up his own. The two of them took a sip of their tea, almost simultaneously. Levi turned and looked back at his wife. She leaned close, pressing her temple against his forehead, and he buried his nose in her cheek.
They remained silent, taking a moment to enjoy their tea in mutual, comforting silence. They just listened to Armin talking about the sea, and the dreams that they wanted to achieve. Nathalie looked outside at the three of them as they talked excitedly.
She chuckled. "They remind me of us," She said and he knew exactly what she was talking about. "Do you remember? The night on that rooftop with Furlan and Isabel,"
"You said that when we'd step outside it would be the four of us! Have you forgotten that already?!" Isabel protested.
"It's still the same," Levi avoided looking at them. "When you can't see the moon or the stars Underground, it's still the same up here,"
Nathalie frowned. "Maybe the colour is dark as it is Underground, but it's nowhere near to what we've been seeing Underground,"
"Exactly! It's different! There are no boundaries!" Isabel cried out.
"That's right! The sky's endless," Furlan added with a smile.
Isabel gasped. "Look!" She pointed a finger up at a spot where the clouds had slipped away and the moon was shining bright through. "The moon's so bright,"
Nathalie smiled. She never thought she'd be so happy upon seeing the brightness of the moon. Maybe that was because it was the first time any of them were seeing it. "We're never going back down there," Nathalie said and the other two agreed right away.
Only Levi was keeping silent with a troubled expression on his face.
"She's right, bro, the four of us always pulled through, right?" Isabel asked, her eyes, wide, full of hope. "It'll be the same with the Titans. Let's do it together,"
"We can do this. Believe in us, Levi," Furlan said.
And then Levi smiled. Nathalie had seen him before, but it always made her so happy to see him smile. It suited him. It really did.
"Alright, I'll believe in you,"
Levi gritted his teeth. "I regret letting them come to that Expedition," He buried his face in her chest and he shut his eyes. His arms tightened around her after he let his empty teacup back down on the floor. "And I know I'll regret letting you come tomorrow,"
Her fingers found his hair, caressing softly and he sighed sharply against her chest holding her just a little tighter. Nathalie pressed a kiss on his temple. "You're not going to regret anything tomorrow,"
"Yes, I will,"
"No, Levi, listen to me…" Nathalie cupped his face and urged him to pull away from her chest and look down at her. "…the plan is flawless. We're prepared for this. We've been preparing for months," She pressed her forehead against his own, and his breath met her lips. She caught his eyes in her own. "We're both coming back from this. You've trained me so well," She could tell she wasn't convincing him. She wasn't succeeding in making him feel better. "I will not leave your side in the entirety of that operation,"
"Promise me," His fingers clenched around her clothes, keeping her close.
"I promise," Nathalie said right away. She pecked his lips softly. "I promise," She repeated as she pushed aside a couple of hair that fell on his forehead and she stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers.
Things were going to be a mess tomorrow. They both knew it. Everybody knew it. No matter all those Resurrection Serums that were handed to every single soldier, and no matter all the caution and safety measures that they had taken, things could still go wrong. Levi, Nathalie, Erwin and the veteran squads were placed in dangerous positions, and Nathalie bit the inside of her cheek when the realisation struck her. The first to fall is going to be us. Maybe tonight was indeed the last night that they had left. No. Nathalie didn't want to think like this. She couldn't imagine life without him. She couldn't imagine never living the life that they had both dreamt of.
She buried her face in his neck and she shut her eyes. Her hands found his white shirt. Fingers clutched on the fabric as she snuggled closer into him. She drew in his scent and they both clung onto each other. He was so warm and welcoming. His arms were tight around her, but she had gotten used to being held tightly by her beloved husband. He'd always clutch onto her, especially now. Especially the night before an operation as dangerous as this.
He didn't know how long he held her, there, in his lap. Her nose tickled his neck and her breaths started to fall into a steady rhythm. Her fingers loosened their grasp around his shirt slightly and he realised she was falling asleep. Levi looked down at the peaceful expression that had started to spread on her face. Her eyes closed. Her pink lips pressed softly against each other. A strand of hair fell on her face, but she was too absorbed in her sleep to notice it.
A smile spread across his lips. His Nathalie was so beautiful when asleep. She was so beautiful when she'd fall sleep in his arms and he'd lose his own sleep because of how much he wanted to just stare at her. She was so precious to him. He'd be so alone and so miserable without her. He'd be nothing without her.
He took her empty teacup from her hand. He pushed that strand of hair away from her face and he leaned in. Warm lips found her forehead and he started pressing soft, soundless kisses. "Let's get you to bed, Nat," He whispered softly.
Nathalie hummed as she was slowly pulled out of her sleep from those kisses on her forehead, her temple, her nose. She giggled making his heart flutter at the sound of it. She pecked his lips, and her hands reached for both the teacups.
"Let's take these to the kitchen first,"
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After they took care of that, Levi scooped her up in his arms and he carried her upstairs and to their quarters. Nathalie had only let out a yelp of surprise, and then she had giggled, before she buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck to support herself against him. He knew she loved him carrying her like a baby. He took her in their room, and he pushed the door closed with his back.
Levi placed her gently down on her side of the bed and leaned in pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'll get you your gown," He set off right away.
Nathalie smiled and bit her lip. She watched him as he pulled his white shirt off over his head, revealing his back and she suddenly couldn't focus on taking off her boots. Even in the darkness of their room -and the faint moonlight that stole in through their window- she could still see those perfect muscles shifting and flexing in every single move that he made. She had seen him before countless times, but each time she was only reminded of how perfect her husband was.
Levi returned, with her white, sleeveless, short gown, resting it on the bed beside her and she tried her best to focus on getting undressed and dressed into it. They slipped into their comfortable clothes silently, before they lied beneath the bedsheets. His arm found its way around her waist, and he brought her body close, pressing her against his own.
Nathalie pressed her cheek on his bare chest. She could hear his heart, beating rhythmically beneath her ear and she closed her eyes. His calloused thumb drew gentle circles on her exposed shoulder. His other arm found her own that was thrown around his belly. He caught her hand in his own, and he laced their fingers together. His thumb caressed the back of her palm, and he could almost sense her smile against his chest as she snuggled closer to him.
She wanted to get closer, and she wasn't being subtle about it. He let go of her hand and his arms reached around her waist. He picked her up and settled her body on top of his own. Nathalie giggled. Their chests, brought together. She could feel his heartbeat against her own and she nuzzled her face into his neck. Her legs parted around him. Her body, clung onto him like a clumsy vine.
His arms snuck beneath the soft fabric of her gown. Rough fingers gently brushed against the smooth skin of the small of her back and she shivered slightly. She only hummed in his neck and she pressed a soft kiss on his white skin.
They'd leave at dawn and hopefully reach close enough by night. They'd make their way in Shiganshina during the night when the titans would be inactive. And once they'd get there, Eren would start by plugging the hole in Shiganshina. But he'd never get to plug the hole in Wall Maria, because their enemies were going to show up, and hell was going to be unleashed.
Nathalie shut her eyes and her arms only tightened around him. "Levi?"
"Yes?"
She gritted her teeth. "Do you think that… tonight's our… last?" She clutched on him and braced herself for the answer.
He didn't know whether he should be straight-forward honest with her, or just try and reassure her. But he knew he couldn't fool her. Nobody could fool somebody as smart as Nathalie. Especially his Nathalie, who knew him so well, and she knew when he was lying or when he was trying to hide something. Simply trying to reassure her wasn't going to work.
"I do," Levi said, and the words felt bitter as they rolled down his tongue. His fingers clutched on her gown and he shut his eyes, resting his cheek on top of her head. "I will protect you with my life," He still tried to reassure her, but he was speaking the truth.
Nathalie bit down on her tongue almost painfully as she shut her eyes. "I don't want you to do that. I want you with me, always," Nathalie lifted her head off his neck and she looked up at her husband. She cupped his face. She knew the lengths he'd go to in order to protect her. "Don't do anything stupid out there, please-"
"What I'll do, stupid or not, it'll be for the sole purpose of keeping you safe," His hand found her face. He cupped her cheek.
"I can't lose you. You die, I die," She pressed her forehead against his own and she breathed shakily.
He shook his head. He didn't want that. His life meant nothing. Her life meant everything. Not just because she was his wife, but because she was brilliant. If anybody could lead humanity to victory, it was her, and everybody knew that. She had proven her worth long before they knew the truth about her origins.
"I can't lose you either, Nat," He tucked a strand of hair away from her face and behind her ear.
"Alright then, let's go down, together," Nathalie said and his eyes widened.
No. He didn't want that. What if they both died? What was going to happen to the world that they'd leave behind? He was the ace up humanity's sleeve. And she was the only one who could translate those Marleyan books in that underground library, and use knowledge that they didn't even know existed. But he couldn't care less about humanity. He just wanted her to live. He only wished a long, happy life for her with whoever she'd choose.
"If you die, take me with you. I don't want anyone else to have me. I've spent all my life by your side. I don't want to live without you…" Oh God, she was as obsessed and as desperate with him as he was with her. She cupped his face and her voice cracked. "…please, I'll never love again,"
He couldn't believe what he was listening. Why would anyone feel like this for a man like him? He was so flawed. He had hurt her so much the past few days. How could she still love him so much? How could anybody love somebody like him so much? A selfish, desperate, terrified man. He was nothing more than that.
But she meant every single word. What the hell was she going to do if she lost him? Who was going to hold her in the nights and drive her fears and her nightmares away? Who was going to come and pick up the mess that she always ended being after recalling memories, and working tirelessly for hours in those labs? She didn't have the courage to open up like this for anyone else. She didn't have the energy to learn reading anybody else as much as she had learned how to read him. And he was perfect, and she loved him.
She was now staring at him with those big, bright, frightened blue eyes that he'd never get tired staring at. She was his. His Nathalie. And death couldn't part them. She wasn't going to let it. He wasn't going to let it either. They had already proven that when they dealt with her disease.
He caught her lips in his own. Teeth almost crushed together in the frenzy of the kiss. His tongue pushed right into her mouth, meeting her own and her wonderful taste, and he drowned in it. His hands tightened around her and his fingers snuck beneath her gown, tracing her soft, plush skin. Her hands found his hair. Delicate fingers caressed gently and brought relief. Levi shut his eyes, and he hummed in her mouth, and she responded with a moan of her own.
She moaned again, and his blood went south. He cursed mentally. He couldn't take her now. He wouldn't be able to hold back and go easy on her. He didn't want to hurt her. Not like he had the last time. He'd be damned if he let himself hurt that woman -his everything- ever again. He still kissed her like there was no tomorrow. And maybe indeed there wasn't, and if this was their last night, they had to make it count. Levi pulled back to let her breathe. She cupped his face.
"Take me, Levi," Nathalie said, almost breathlessly. She could feel his bulge growing beneath her. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted to feel every inch of the man that she loved. They could die tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. Or sometime after that. "Take me rough, and cum in me,"
Levi shook his head in denial. "I promised I'd never use you like that again-"
"I'm asking you to," Nathalie cut him and she pressed her lips on his once more. She pecked his lips, his chin, his cheekbone, his neck. "I love you," She repeated it after every peck, every kiss against his skin. Every single touch and move that she made, she repeated those three words like a soft prayer as if she was trying to convince him.
Before she even knew it, he had flipped her over. Her back crushed against the mattress beneath her and the air was knocked out of her lungs. His lips were on top of her own before she had the chance to catch her breath. Arms and legs planted all around her, pressing his weight down on the mattress and hovering on top of her. He settled his body between her legs and he forced his tongue down her throat. Nathalie gasped in the kiss.
His arms were all around her. Pushing her gown up her belly and revealing her wonderful skin beneath. His fingers dug in her hips painfully as he supported a leg against his waist. He pressed his groin against her own, rubbing his bulge down to the heat between her legs. He groaned in her mouth and he pulled back. A string of saliva connected their lips and his fingers dug a little deeper in her skin.
"Death won't take me from you, my love," Levi growled as he buried his face in her neck and he started kissing and nipping and biting roughly. "It won't take you from me either,"
He wasn't going to allow it. He couldn't. He planted a rough bite down on her neck, and another, and another, filling her with his marks once more. She had asked it of him, and there was no way he could hold back. His Nathalie loved him, and he should never doubt that. He should get rid off all insecurities when he was around her. They belonged to each other and they had proven that so many times already.
"Yes," She let out a shaky breath, followed by winces and whimpers and helpless squirms as he nibbled and suckled, and bit down on the smooth skin of her neck. He didn't want to leave any part of her untouched. Her sounds were so beautiful. Her body trembled beneath his touch. So helpless for him. So perfect. Too perfect for somebody like him.
Her arms slipped around his shoulders. Her nails dug her own marks on his own skin and he groaned in her chest. He pulled on her gown, exposing out a tender breast. He pulled it into his mouth and he started suckling like wild animal who wanted to devour her. His tongue slipped warm and slick around her peaked nipple and all she could do was shut her eyes. Her body, overwhelmed with shivers and those sore stings from his bitemarks and his fingers wherever he touched her that travelled straight to her core. She was breathing hard. Her body, tense. He knew just how to make her desperate. He knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. He had learned her desires. Studying them one by one with patience. And she knew his.
She gave him the moans and the whimpers and the sounds that he wanted to hear. It drove him insane. He rubbed his growing bulge against her once more and they both groaned at the friction. She lifted her hips up, meeting his own and she bit her lip when he pulled her other nipple in his mouth, and he did the same. Two fingers slipped inside of her before she even knew it.
Nathalie gasped. Her body tensed at the sudden intrusion in her sensitive folds. Her hips buckled against his fingers but his hand found her abdomen and he pushed her back down. His fingers started thrusting into her savagely. Her eyes widened. Her hand clamped around her lips trying to quiet herself down as he massaged her insides. She wasn't very wet at first, but he didn't seem to care. His fingers took her rough anyway, and it hurt, but it was over before she even knew it.
He found that spot and he tapped, and tapped, and tapped on it again, and again and her juices slipped out and coated her thighs and his pumping fingers that now slipped wetly and at an accelerating pace in and out of her. Nathalie groaned against her hand. Her eyes shut. Her hand let go of her mouth and reached for something to grab onto. He caught her hand in his own, pinning it on the bed beside her and lacing their fingers together. His lips nibbled gently on the skin of her neck, but his thrusts were relentless.
She came hard around his fingers. Her lips parted into a silent cry. Her back arched and he finger-fucked her through her orgasm with a few more rough jerks. He pulled his fingers out of her and he wiped her wetness on her thighs and her lower belly. He looked back up at her and he let her pant and catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his own. He cupped her cheek, he pressed his forehead on top of her own.
"Breathe, Nat," He instructed softly against her lips before he started peppering kisses all around her face, her cheeks, her nose, her chin. She did as her husband had asked. She drew in a few deep breaths and her hands slipped around him once more. She cupped his cheek and she guided him down to her. She caught his lips in her own. She kissed him soft and sweet, but lusty all the same.
She nibbled on his lower, delicious lip and he groaned pressing his forehead against her own. Her hand slipped down. He bit his tongue when she palmed his bulge above his pants. She could feel his erection beneath. Hot, and throbbing. She rubbed him and he buried his face in her neck trying his best to muffle those groans and moans that reached his throat. She'd never seen him so vulnerable. She never thought just rubbing him could elicit that reaction. For once, her husband, Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest Soldier, was so damn vulnerable and needy, and desperate and all she had to do was give those gentle, tight strokes.
He groaned in her neck. He rubbed himself on her hand. Hips buckled against her touch. His fingers dug bruises around her waist, her hips, her skin. "I want to fuck you so fucking hard," He trapped her skin between his teeth, making her whimper and planting down another stinging bitemark. "I want to waste you," His tongue snuck out, licking that bitemark and dragging out the sting for as long as he could.
"Fuck me…" She gave the permission right away. He lifted his head off her neck and he looked down at her. His hair landed on his forehead messily. Her hand snuck beneath his pants and she pulled him out. Her fingers fisted tightly around his delicious length. He tensed up, stroking himself in her hand and letting out a hoarse groan that made her weak. "…waste me," She planted kisses down his chin, his cheekbone, his jaw. She guided his tip to her opening.
"Are you sure you want this, Nat?" He asked. He had to make sure. He didn't want to give her more than she could handle. He didn't want a repeat of a few nights ago. Oh- how terrible it had felt to watch her cry.
"Yes," She cupped his face, catching his eyes in her own. Her thumb stroked his cheek gently. "Hurt me and bruise me all you want, I don't care. I'm obsessed with you. Just as obsessed as you are with me," She confessed and his eyes widened.
His Nathalie never ceased to surprise him. Some times he had to force himself to stop wondering whether this was real. He had no idea whether this was actually happening. He could not believe he had this. Somebody as perfect as her. His Nathalie. His wife. His Lieutenant. His everything.
He thrust inside of her and muffled her scream with his lips. She was so wet and tight, and warm around him. He groaned in her mouth and she whimpered as he stretched her all the way in. He did not let her adjust. He started taking her rough right away. She felt so damn good around him. He couldn't keep himself. He took her with rough thrusts and his hand found her mouth, clamping around her lips, shutting her up. Oh, what wouldn't he give to hear her screams and her panting and those whimpers in all their desperate, loud glory.
He would one day. He would let her freely scream his name once they'd get their own house. Once they'd get their own freedom. Away from wars and fights and responsibilities, and they'll have nothing but peace. Oh, how much did they both long for that.
But they had each other, and wherever they were, things were going to be fine, so long as they had each other. Nathalie groaned against his hand and she came hard around his pumping length. He growled and he caught her lips in his own, swallowing down that desperate panting, and those sounds that she made vibrated in his mouth. Her body clenched around him, and it felt so fucking good. He needed to feel her again. He needed to feel her body clench around him, and he needed to feel her wetness pulling him deep into her, right where he belonged.
He rammed into her for a few more thrusts, taking her rough through her orgasm, till he plunged deep and stayed there, giving her a moment to recover. He pulled his hand away from her mouth and he leaned in to kiss and bite and suckle on her lips and her tongue. He wasn't done with her, and she knew it, and she didn't mind. He could use her for all he wanted to. She had asked it of him. So long as it pleasured him, it pleasured her. This was their last night. Her arms tightened around him on the thought.
He distracted her right away, pressing his lips on top of her own. His hand slipped down and found her clit. He was still inside of her. His cock, hard and throbbing, aching for release. But he wasn't done with her. His thumb found her clit. So soaked and warm. He started rubbing in maddening circles that knocked her breath out of her chest. Nathalie buried her face in the crook of his neck and she bit down on his skin trying to muffle herself.
"Are you going to come around me again?" He asked against her ear but she knew it wasn't a question. She had no choice. His fingers rubbed her mercilessly and she could focus on nothing but at how close to another edge he was taking her. No matter how exhausted her body and how overworked her nerves felt, she was nearing another release, and he wasn't going to stop until he'd force it out of her.
Her nails clawed on his shoulders and she shut her eyes, pressing her face in the crook of his neck. Damn him. She gave in. Nathalie gritted her teeth and she groaned when she came again. Her whole body tensed, and she clenched around him tightly, coating him in the wetness that would have soaked the bedsheets by now. Levi buried his face in her neck and he groaned.
"Feels so good…" He started pressing soft kisses and gentle bites on her skin. Nathalie's head rolled back down on the pillow and she panted hard. She hadn't realised tears had gathered in her eyes until he leaned in and kissed them away. His hands found her waist, her breasts, her hips. He pressed kisses all over her face, allowing her a moment to recover. "…you take me so well, my sweet. I want you to feel how well you take me," He whispered before he caught her hand and he pressed it down on the bulge that his cock made in her lower belly.
She gasped, and he groaned. He pulled all the way out and he thrust back in with ease. Nathalie whimpered. She felt his cock bulging beneath her palm. She bit her tongue as she looked up at that lustful look his eyes. Grey irises were now dark as he stared down at her. He pulled out, and he thrust back in with force. Her lips parted to cry out, but she held herself back just in time. It was clear he was holding back. He was going slow, for her. He still wasn't done with her. He had yet to reach his release. Her nerves burned. She didn't know if she could handle another orgasm.
"L- Levi, I can't-"
He pulled out and rammed back in again, knocking the air out of her lungs. "Yes, you can, baby," He cupped her face and he caught her lips in his own. He pulled out and back in and she whimpered in his mouth helplessly. She could do nothing but take it. He wasn't taking a no for an answer. She didn't have an option. She had asked for him to waste her and that was exactly what he was going to do. "You're my Nathalie," He mumbled against her lips. His hips did not miss the pace. He kept taking her. "My obedient little Nathalie who takes me so well," He praised. He caught her hand and placed it over her mouth. "Keep quiet," He ordered.
She didn't get the chance to respond or even think about recovering from the onslaught of pleasure that he was forcing down on her. He grabbed her hips. His fingers dug painfully in the plush skin of her thighs. He sat up on his knees and started slamming into her. Her eyes widened. Her hand, clamped tightly around her lips as she groaned and screamed against her fingers. He was taking her so fast, and so rough, she saw stars. Her eyes shut tight. Her body tensed. The bed shook beneath them as he rutted into her.
Balls slapped against her skin as he hit deep on that sensitive spot inside of her again, and again. It was going to be a bitch trying to get off this bed tomorrow. She couldn't believe she was close to coming again. Her body felt sore. Her skin, bruised beneath his fingers that only tightened around her and slammed her body against his own in the animalistic pace that he had set.
Nathalie came, and she almost blacked out. She screamed against her hand and Levi growled. Her name slipped out of his lips in a silent whisper as her walls clenched around him so deliciously tight. Her juices pulled him deep and enveloped his cock. It all felt so damn good. He threw his head back and he came inside of her. His lips parted as he fucked her through both hers and his orgasm, milking her insides with everything that he had to offer. She felt his warmth plunging deep and filling her with his precious liquid.
He leaned back down to her. Their bodies, brought together once more as he kissed her softly and breathlessly. He kept it brief. He only pulled back to examine her with his eyes worriedly, trying to find some trace of discomfort or pain. He didn't find anything though. Nathalie cupped his cheek and she gave him a smile.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Levi asked worriedly. His grey eyes stared down at her tenderly, but alarmingly all the same.
Nathalie shook her head. She was sure she had more than enough sore bruises on her hips, her waist, her neck, but she didn't care. They were his marks. She was marked as his own, and that was exactly what she wanted.
"No, don't worry," She pecked his lips and he sighed in relief before he buried his face in her neck.
Her hands found his hair. She caressed him soothingly and he found himself closing his eyes, and nuzzling in her neck. He was still inside of her, but he did not want to pull out. He wanted their bodies joined. It just felt so right for them to be. Nathalie's hands reached for the bedsheets and she pulled them over their bodies and he sighed in her neck once more. It didn't take long when his weight was finally fully released on top of her. His arms stopped propping himself up. He just passed them around her and he clutched onto her.
Nathalie didn't care whether he was crushing her beneath him right now. She buried her face in his hair and her delicate fingers traced his back, drawing gentle undefined shapes. He revelled in her warmth. Her soft touch. Her steady heartbeat that thrummed against his own. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want tomorrow to come.
And just like that, clutched onto her, he fell asleep right there, on top of her, and she didn't mind. He wasn't crushing her too much to alarm her. She wanted him close, and he was. She only looked down at him as he nuzzled and slept in her neck and a soft smile spread across her lips. Her husband. So handsome, and strong, and kind, and perfect. And she loved him so damn much it was overwhelming. All she could do was hopelessly stare whilst he slept. She didn't want this moment to end. She didn't want tomorrow to come either.
Death won't take me from you. It won't take you from me either. It was his words that she wanted to believe more than anything. Her arms only tightened around him and she buried her face in his hair. She closed her eyes and she allowed herself to slip into the sweet unconsciousness of sleep.
She only hoped tomorrow would never come.