Morning everyone and happy Sunday!

Not gonna lie, it has been a long, LONG week on my end of the screen. I was sick all week, had a lovely bit of family drama *long sigh* It has just NOT been my cup of tea. Either way, at least the week is finally over – that's all I can say about that.

Thanks for all the love last chapter, because I agree, it's also one of my best – it just took a LONG time to build it up so that the events played out with the right depth and development between both the characters. WOW did that take a lot of work and I'm glad that it was a satisfying way to address such a thing.

In any event, I think it's time I stop rambling :)

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Levi had moved up to his knees, sitting up on the mattress and allowing his hands to fall from around Petra so he could sit back slightly and take another long look at her. Her sudden lacking and unexpected change of wardrobe that had previously stolen the breath right out of him certainly wasn't lost on him now, and he was unable to stop the impulse to look over her inviting and toned body, confident that this time around…

Fuck, even now, he needed to be patient. His mind knew, his body knew, that this time was different. Petra was purposefully inviting him, wanting to share her body with him to the fullest; coaxing him after all this time to be with her so completely, to enter her and experience her and keep nothing from him because she trusted him so.

Her eyes spoke of promise, a dark green blaze that held him transfixed as she silently coerced him back into a sitting sort of position, to where he eventually shifted off his knees in admitted surprise and intrigue. He cautiously sat back onto the bed with his legs somewhat outstretched as Petra moved toward him, moving down onto her hands and knees as she crawled closer. His eyes darkened as the changed angle created a stunning view of her chest and rear, her more feminine choice of undergarments making it a little hard to focus, because it was quite a vision and one he had already committed to memory.

With each move she made, her hips swayed and her eyes never left his for an instant, as though daring him to watch her; daring him to lose himself to lust because of her. Petra slowly sat up onto her knees as she approached him and she brought her arms around him with a slight wind of her body, a rhythmic sort of sway that had him transfixed completely. The way she pressed her body against his, ensuring her breasts pressed ever so slightly against him, her heated expression and parted lips as she looked down at him with a coy expression – she was….seducing him, Levi realized after being so distracted by her every move that his mind almost didn't even register her actions as being intentionally sexualized.

He would have marveled at her behavior – at the fact Petra could even do such things because in so many ways she was still innocent, that or the fact she was doing such things at all because he didn't need her to cajole him into being with her, as though he were 'undecided' and needed her help to convince him that he wanted this – but instead he found that as he watched her, watched her intentionally angle herself against him and eventually kiss him with the most light, infuriating kisses that left him ravenously aware of how badly he wanted her…

Somewhere in the back of his mind he was reminded that beauty was a dangerous thing, because as disciplined as he was – there was little he wouldn't do in order to have the woman who was continuing to tease him even now. Her actions were working exactly as intended, because she had his complete attention and his body was hyperaware of her every movement; longing and lust overwhelming his every thought as she continued to press her tender lips against his.

A broken exhale left him when Petra carefully wrapped her legs around his waist, actually sitting herself right against him, right in his lap, and Levi felt his mouth drop open in a silent breathy exhale when she settled against him, giving a smile at the pressure already building from his groin, and she merely adjusted her angle more intentionally, widening her legs until the heat of her core was pressed right against him, until she was teasing his body because he could feel her so close to him.

He swallowed thickly as she began fiddling with the ends of his cravat because with the way she was dressed and the look in her eye, gods, whatever mental discipline he had left was mere moments away from snapping in two.

"You know Levi," she stated softly, and as she spoke, she pulled the fabric of his cravat until it came loose at the ends. She pulled the article off him with a gentle pull of her wrist, then began working on the buttons of his shirt next, looking down at his chest as she worked to undress him, "I've been perhaps…thinking about this for some time. What it might be like, what you might do, what I might do, how it would feel to finally be with you, like this. Gods…I've thought about it a lot, actually."

She gave a sigh as she allowed her hands to ghost down his exposed skin, her fingertips barely grazing down his chest as she ran her thumbs down to the hem of his pants, over the belt loops and then the seams of his pockets in a teasing caress that made him inhale sharply from his ever growing anticipation, and she eventually grabbed the fabric of his shirt that was still tucked in, pulling it up patiently – far too patiently for his liking – and continued undoing the last few shirt buttons that had been hidden away.

Looking at his now open shirt and placing her hands flatly against his abdomen, her touch still light as ever, Petra moved her hands back up his chest, slowly and deliberately as she took a calming breath and touched him with admitted interest, fascinated by the way his muscles seemed to twitch and coil at her touch, his breath hitching at the curious sensation. She leaned down slightly, pressing her lips against his skin and feeling a growing sense of power as Levi gave a low sort of sound, a mix between an exhale and a growl, and she bit her lower lip for a moment, looking up at him as her fingers traced against his skin. She drank in his half-lidded expression, finding that his intense gaze that spoke of his growing impatience made her stomach clench in knots. She swallowed and held his gaze purposefully, "You want me, don't you, Levi?"

As Petra ran her hands over his shoulders next, assisting him in removing his shirt completely, Levi rolled his shoulders and licked his lips as he took yet another long glance down her form, admittedly happy to be rid of the irksome button up but miserable just the same because Petra was so close, she was wearing too much, he was wearing too much, and fuck, these military pants were insufferably tight on a good day – let alone during something like this.

He could only nod dumbly at her question, because the answer was obvious. How could it not be? If his open-mouthed expression wasn't clear enough to communicate his maddening desire that was growing exponentially with each touch of her cool fingertips, she was sitting right against him in a way that would very clearly show off his arousal and approval to all he was seeing and experiencing from her.

As badly as he wanted to slam her into the bed, kiss her until she was breathless and fuck her until she couldn't remember anything other than his own damned name – there was something so strangely alluring about Petra's approach; her quiet and tempered actions meant to captivate him, her wordless promise that his patience would be rewarded, and Levi found himself hesitating to move for control, because she had him so wrapped around her every word and teasing caress that he simply couldn't break the spell. Seeing her like this, watching her cling to his body and press herself against him so intentionally, shameless in her approach to catch his eye and arouse his desire…

Petra gave a contented sigh and pressed her chest into him next, rubbing herself against his bare skin and allowing her head to roll back as she lengthened her neck and traced her fingers over his back in a hungry sweep. The sight, seeing her and hearing her sigh in contentment as she pressed her barely clothed body against his, damn, it was something and he almost whimpered. When Levi leaned forward, entranced by her femininity and wanting so badly to lose himself in all that she was, he had intended to bury his face in the long line of cleavage that kept catching his eye and finally take control of their growing desire, but the second he moved, Petra had ran her hands up into his hair, her fingers gripping and twisting into his locks, pulling him firmly back into place until it had actually hurt.

Levi surprised even himself at the ferocity of the frustrated growl that left his lips, seeing that Petra also wore an equally surprised expression, her green orbs wide as he watched her with a subdued, bitter scowl. Her expression softened into a smile at his obvious irritation, and her fingers loosened in his hair, her fingertips grazing across his scalp with a tender sweep of her nails that sent a racing shiver down his spine, "Can you be patient, Levi?"

"I have been." He bit out gruffly, but regardless his discontentment, he obediently remained in place without further testing, frustrated because apparently he couldn't touch her just yet.

It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying himself, no, quite the opposite. Petra was alluring and seductive and fuck, she was too damn cruel to make him watch her like this when she knew how badly he wanted her – but he supposed that at the end of the day, desire or not, trust or not…some part of him simply didn't like to be teased.

Perhaps a more normal person would enjoy the chase, but for him, a man who had perhaps a more difficult time with people, it was a difficult line to walk or interpret. To be subjected to intentional touches that were meant to arouse him, but then be slapped away when he responded in a way that was by all means to be expected, it made it frustrating for him to know when to come in, if he was supposed to at all, or if he was simply being assumptive or aloof or too desperate.

He supposed that he hadn't been expecting something like this from Petra. He had expected something perhaps, well, more like yesterday – where she had unknowingly pushed him to the breaking point and his desire boiled over until he just couldn't stand it anymore. Of course he would never force her, but he certainly wasn't opposed to reminding her that he lusted after her, intentionally allowed her to feel and taste his desire and the promise of his touch, because he knew that she wanted him just as badly.

He pressed his lips together, pouting still, and Petra merely gave him a faint smirk, running a hand between them, down his stomach, over his hips, and lower still. Levi took a sharp inhale when Petra allowed her hand to come between them, and, while he couldn't see it due to how close their bodies were pressed together, he could feel very clearly when Petra's hand moved against her own body, her hand slipping down into her panties and her fingers tracing her heated skin.

Levi's mouth was open as he could feel her move her hand, and with a curl of her fingers, Levi knew full well what she was doing, and the heated whimper that left her throat only confirmed it all the more.

"I know you have, and I trust you Levi but…" she gave a soft moan and rolled her hips into her hand; into him. "It's been a long time for me, you know? I just want to be…"

As he watched her, felt her touch herself, it felt as though someone had tightened a rope around his core and gave it a firm and merciless tug. He suddenly struggled to catch his breath, giving a muted, desired fueled gasp when Petra made an erotic face of pleasure, again winding her hips up into her own hand in a slow and purposeful rhythm, the back of her hand pressing firmly into his own erection with each sway of her hips.

Levi watched her in silent outrage because - while he supposed he could be patient and seeing her erotic actions was admittedly thrilling - all this tempting him like this, feeling her body trembling against him and hearing her moan, watching the wind of her hips, watching the way she watched him with a stare that almost dared him to lose control…he was becoming frustrated and wanton, desire threatening to make his sanity snap because, how was any of this fair?

He should be touching her.

He should be undressing her.

He should be the one pulling those sounds from her and bringing her pleasure.

Fuck, he was right there, so why the hell was she touching herself like that to begin with? To tease him? Bait him? If that was her game, he supposed it was working remarkably well, because he had tried to sit there through it all, but enough was enough because to sit on the sidelines was not exactly his style and they both knew it.

Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and grabbed her hips fiercely, his lips brushing against the skin of her throat as he repositioned himself up onto his knees. He took a breath, trying to pick his words as he grabbed her wrist with a firm grip, forcing her to stop her little exploit then and there. With his other hand, he traced his fingers up her side, over the expanse of the top planes of her breasts, and he licked at her skin impatiently, "Gods woman, the fuck are you up to? Are you trying to make me lose my mind? Do you want me to slam you into the bed, start tearing off your clothes and absolutely ravage you? Thought you said you wanted me to be patient, but then you go and pull a stunt like that."

He felt her stiffen at his words, her busy little hand still immobilized in his grip and she gave a surprised gasp as he pulled her arm away from the rest of her body. He held her gaze seriously and shook his head, "Don't you tease me woman, because I will, and honestly – it's sounding really fucking appealing after wanting you for as long as I have."

Levi leaned his head lower, pressing his lips just below the dip of her collar bone and eventually bit down on the skin, enjoying Petra's gasp of surprise mixed with pain, and he licked at the tender and red skin, already moving to undo the band of her bra because as great as she looked in it, he knew full well that she'd looked far better without it.

With a few twists of his fingers, he worked to pull the silky material off her, forcefully pulling her arms up and away from herself so he could remove her attractive garment completely. With tightly pressed lips and a stare that dared her to try and push him away a second time, Levi pulled the straps down her arms, successfully removing her bra when she offered no resistance, and he dropped the garment off the side of the bed to be forgotten about completely. Unable to keep his hands to himself as he traced his fingers up her stomach and around the curve of her breasts, Levi teased her soft skin with the pad of his thumb and Petra gave a light moan of defeat at his touch.

His gaze on her was heavy, his voice low as he spoke all the more, "Patient? Please. Considering your little exploit, I don't think I'm the one you need to worry about. Tell me Pet; you don't think I can take care of you? Got a lot of nerve, trying to do my job for me."

"It's not that, Levi." Petra whispered breathlessly, giving a soft moan as her eyes fluttered closed at his touch, "I just…" she gave another moan as his hands continued to toy with her, and Levi found a smirk at his lips, enjoying the way her body seemed to fall slack, "I don't want you to have to do all the work so-"

"Do all the work?" he repeated with a quirked eyebrow, leaning forward to such an extent that his smaller subordinate was forced to lean back, eventually giving a nervous gasp as she fell back against the bed. He adjusted himself so he was straddling her hips, looking down at her nearly naked body and almost struggling to breathe as his eyes trailed down her skin, "Do you fucking see yourself Petra? Shit, if this is work, then sign me up for overtime."

He had continued to touch her, hands roaming across her stomach, breasts, legs, his touch becoming more heated, more brazen, and more direct with each passing moment. As Petra continued to moan and sigh beneath him, her eyes half lidded with lust and pleasure, Levi leaned over her directly, kissing her lips and pressing his tongue deep inside her mouth, giving a moan of his own as he felt her tremble and wrap her arms around his body in a desperate embrace.

He watched her for a moment, pulling back so he could give her a heated stare, "Face it, Petra," as he spoke, his hands continued teasing her, gentle in some places but rough and forceful in others, drawing more gasps and pleasured cries from her lungs, "I give you shit about it, but fact of the matter is that you're more selfless than me; you always have been. Sacrifice is in your fucking nature." He leaned toward her all the more, watching her expression as he allowed his mouth to close over a rosy bud, and he eventually pulled back from her chest and continued with a sigh, "And me? I'm selfish - I take, and that's not about to change."

Levi pressed his lips together and took a breath, grinding himself against her core and smirking at the way her body coiled around him in immediate response, whispering into her ear as he spoke all the more, "But that's the point here, isn't it? You want to give yourself to me – and as for me? I want to take you, and make you mine; exactly like you're wanting." As he was speaking, his hand was moving down her stomach so gently, his fingers barely grazing her skin, and he intentionally hooked a thumb beneath the fabric of her panties, pulling the fabric down her legs, inch by inch, "So Pet, does that sound about right? You can tell me."

Petra merely nodded breathlessly, his brazen action causing her to flinch slightly, and Levi continued, pulling down at the fabric until it was at the crook of her knees, giving a pleased half grin when Petra carefully, lightly pulled her legs out of the fabric completely. Levi couldn't help the pleased feeling of accomplishment that overwhelmed him as he set the simple article aside, watching as Petra gently, cautiously laid out back beneath him; beautifully, perfectly, shyly – and finally at last, completely naked.

Her eyes cautiously met his, and he tried to hold her stare, he really did – but his eyes kept darting across her skin, across her amazing pale and lithe body, over the dip of her stomach, the apex of her thighs, her long legs, her breasts and her hips; gods it was almost too much for him to handle, and he almost had to remind himself to breathe because some part of him just kept forgetting.

"Fuck…" he mumbled softly to himself, his mouth parted in amazement as some part of him even now just couldn't believe this was finally happening. He ran a hand down the hollow of her throat, down between the valley of her breasts, across her stomach; tracing all the way down, a few inches away from the start of her folds and he looked at her with a bewildered exhale, "Petra, fuck. You have no idea how stunning you are. No fucking clue. I don't even know how to…"

Levi took a breath and shook his head, still at a loss and still looking her over with a stare that lingered on her more feminine assets. At his unhindered stare, Petra found herself chewing on her bottom lip, both embarrassed and pleased by her Captain's response because his approval was clearly genuine and he struggled to stop ogling her for even a moment, "Oh well…you think so, Levi? I uh, well that's good an-"

Levi had leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, one hand settling over her chest, and the other moved lower, cresting over the inside of her thigh and gently encouraging her to spread her legs apart for him. He spoke against her lips as he kissed her with demanding and bruising force, "Want you." he kissed her again, biting her lower lip as he spoke in a tense whisper, "So damn bad." He swept his tongue into her mouth, giving a low moan when Petra arched her body up against him.

"So take me already, uh, please, I mean."

Her words had been a needy and breathy whisper, and Levi nodded in understanding, knowing that Petra's desire was just as strained as his own. With how her breaths were coming in shallow pants, the pink flush to her chest and the way her green eyes were all but blackened with lust – hell, with how hard he was, the fact that it was fucking impossible to focus and the fact that his body had been craving her for so long now; neither of them really had the patience to delay or fool around much longer.

As he continued to kiss her, biting down her neck, sucking on the skin and drawing loud, sensual moans that had him panting all the more, Levi moved his hand down to her center, feeling a warmth; a telling slickness that attested to her arousal, and as Petra wound her hips against him, a slight squeak leaving her as his fingers found a new, previously unexplored section of her body, she gasped sharply as she brought a stabilizing hand around his arm.

With controlled and curious precision, Levi allowed a single finger to slip inside her, and he watched as Petra's eyes clamped shut, her head falling back into the pillow as a muted, throaty and extremely erotic cry left her.

"Oh gods…Captain!"

He had momentarily paused at her words, and he almost laughed outright.

"Captain?" he repeated lightly with a growing smirk, slipping in another finger and watching in fascination as Petra wound her hips to meet him, moaning and squirming against him all the more. The sounds she was making, the way it felt to touch her like this… Levi decided that perhaps he could wait a little longer, and began toying with her purposefully instead, delighted and awestruck as he watched her twitch and cry out from his light touch. He moved inside of her, but just barely, and he grinned darkly when Petra gave a frustrated cry.

"Captain, pl- gods, just…mhn, do something! Please!"

At her desperate cry where he only continued to tease her all the more, Levi found himself giving a pleased smile because just like that, she had done it again – she had called him Captain for a second time - and it was so ironic it almost made him laugh. In the past, he had always corrected women who had mistakenly used his title while he fucked them, because while he wasn't all that picky about whatever the hell a woman decided to call him for a night, something about being acknowledged exclusively for his rank alone had always rubbed him the wrong way. Above all, he was a man first and foremost, and during a time where he was needing a physical escape from his day to day responsibilities, he found that he didn't want to be reduced to a mere title or military cog – and yet...

Hearing Petra call out to him like that had…admittedly impacted him in ways that he couldn't have expected. To hear Petra use his title, to hear her speak in a manner that acknowledged his authority – when she never fucking listened to him for anything in the first place, to hear her moan and cry out for him now like this and watch as she all but begged him to take her and touch her, seeing her fall and writhe against the bed in complete submission to him…

Another desperate whimper left her, and she bit her lower lip and panted, "Captain…Levi, Levi please!"

Gods, her voice. Levi swallowed thickly and decided to be a bit more giving with his touch, finally moving his fingers in a way that quickly turned her cries and frustrated whimpers into pleasured moans and wanton gasps. As he touched her, Levi had to take a stabilizing breath of his own, because feeling her walls against his fingers, feeling how wet she was, hearing the sounds she made and seeing her so vivid expressions as her body thrash and pulse to meet his touch – he knew at once that he could easily get used to her calling him Captain during their shared moments like this.

He palmed her breast with a ferocity that left red marks from his fingertips, and with his other hand that was just as occupied, he curled his fingers upward as he pulsed his digits in and out of her, using the flat of his hand to palm her clit until her cries were loud and constant, the sheer desperation of her voice driving him mad with desire. He could feel Petra's hand move down his body, her fingertips shaking as she touched lower down toward his sides and finally toward the button of his pants. He watched her with a quirked eyebrow, amused by her weak efforts, and merely slipped a third finger inside of her, smirking as her wandering hand fell slack and fell back onto the bed in defeat, "Mhn, Le- Cap…fuck!"

He chuckled at her broken words, intentionally pressing his fingers into her with more ferocity, hooking up into her until he was certain he was pressing against that small bundle of nerves that caused her to spasm and gasp, watching her reactions purposefully because he could tell she was getting close.

"That reminds me Pet, you said that asshole never got you off, right?"

Petra's eyes opened a mere crack and she gave a single dazed, almost confused nod, to which Levi smirked, halfway because it meant that Timmy had been completely worthless in the sack, and the other half because it stood to reason that he himself would be the first - the only man - that would ever bring her to such a state – she'd come for him, because of him and no one else.

Fuck, he liked that idea very, very much.

He moved his hand more precisely, taking cues from her every twitch and cry to find out what felt best to her, committing to memory how she wanted to be touched and what made her toes curl, and as he could feel her body tightening against him, knowing full well that she was so, so damn close where she'd be gasping and shuddering at any moment – Petra gave a suddenly fierce, feverish shake of her head as she gripped his wrist with as strong a hold as she could muster, pushing him away from her as she continued to shake her head back and forth against the bed.

"Levi….no, not…no."

He had been so caught up in watching her, so transfixed by her feminine voice, her body, wanting so badly to watch her finish, that some part of him was hesitant to stop, knowing that she was already teetering on the edge and the longer he waited, the harder it would be to build her back up to the top again. As he tried to press his wrist forward and get that angle just right for her, again she shook her head and pulled her hips back, her gaze still unsorted as she pressed her bangs aside and sat up from the bed with a dazed sigh.

She took a breath and spoke between pants, "Levi sorry but if…if I'm going to finish, I want it to be while you're inside of me. And…and if it doesn't happen, then that's…that's okay but not like this. Please. I want…you. Just you, okay?"

Levi exhaled at her stubbornness, some part of him wanting to debate with her – wanting to rebuttal that most women weren't fully stimulated from sheer penetration alone, that her coming beforehand would only make her feel even better come that time where he moved inside her and so if she just let him, he could bring her the rest of the way and she'd fucking love it – and yet, he could only give a hesitant, accepting nod. If that was what Petra wanted, if that's how Petra wanted him, then there was nothing else he could do but respect her wishes and touch her only how she wanted to be touched.

He gave a low sigh and nodded, "Alright."

He sat back onto his heels and took a step off the bed, standing up onto the floor as he undid the button of his pants, not lingering as he undressed further, but not feeling any particular rush as he lowered his pants off his legs, and then slid his briefs down next, sighing in relief because his pants had been tortuously tight. He gave a quiet chuckle as he looked over toward Petra, noticing that she had gone extremely red and was looking into the bed in wide eyed, obvious discomfort.

Levi couldn't deny the sudden warmth he felt in his chest at the image of his Petra, sitting on the bed and patiently waiting for him with a blush on her face, having always expected that Petra would undoubtedly end up being the shy type. He carefully moved back onto the bed toward her, his voice light, "So…eight years, huh?"

She gave a quiet laugh of her own, "Yeah."

When Levi sat down beside her, he leaned toward her only slightly, running a hand up her back and watching as she carefully, nervously stole a glance toward him, taking a literal peak at him with a single glance to the side, and Levi almost smirked at the way her face darkened another few shades of red. Whereas Petra had been shy through and through as each layer was removed, Levi found that he wasn't all that uncomfortable being seen by her like this, because this…fuck, this was nothing.

In the past six months, she had seen him undone - speaking in anger such venomous words that he had never meant, she had heard him ranting about the frustrations of his job, had seen him sick and vulnerable, weakened to the extent that he had actually needed her help, had seen him embarrassed and tongue tied and hopelessly awkward; seen the parts of him that did make him uncomfortable and exposed and unkempt, and through it all she had always been so damn perfect and understanding, willing to see the disarrayed, flawed parts of himself that he couldn't clean up no matter how hard he tried, and so this…

Simply being naked in front of her, gods, after all they had already been through together - he welcomed sharing this side of himself with her. If anyone 'deserved' his touch, if anyone deserved his attentions and had earned the right to feel pleasure and to be doted upon and cherished like this – he could think of no one more fitting than her.

Regardless her expected shyness, Petra's expression slowly seemed to soften into a gentle smile, and she gave a contented sigh as she coiled her back toward his touch and Levi continued running a hand up her skin in a tender caress. His eyes trailed her purposefully, watching as she slowly turned toward him, daring to face him more directly.

She gave him a suddenly studious, almost analytical stare, and she shook her head as her eyes trailed up and down his form as though in deep thought. She ran a hand across the middle of his chest, tracing a finger down the grooves between his muscles as she worked her way downward, her eyes progressively falling lower and lower as she spoke in a contemplative whisper, "Levi…I mean, I knew this of course, but you're really well built. Seeing you like this…I'll admit I'm a little surprised by just how strong you are. Everything is muscle." She paused then as she chewed her lower lip, looking downward and giving a light, corrective shake of her head as she blushed all the more, "Well…I mean, not everything I guess."

As her eyes lingered on his obvious erection, Levi almost shivered when he felt her fingertips move lower still, below the bend of his hips and her wandering hand seemed to stall as though outright uncertain of what to do next - how he wanted to be touched, or if he even wanted to be touched at all – which, fuck, of course he did. It was Petra.

Carefully, he placed his hand on top of hers, gently encouraging her to move her hand down all the way, until her smaller and uncertain fingers brushed the base of his length, and as though outright fascinated by the smooth, baby soft skin that enveloped something that was a very far cry from soft, Petra wrapped her fingers around him completely, giving him a too gentle sort of stroke that somehow even still made an electric fire shoot up his spine. Levi took a sharp breath, his hand falling from around hers as his mind blanked completely, and Petra continued her languid and gentle caress, a clear curiosity to her actions because the studious expression never completely left her face.

She looked up at him, seeing his unfocused expression and the way he was breathing so heavily, and Petra pressed her lips together, watching his expression purposefully as she ran her hand from the base to the tip, this time using the pad of her thumb to crest over the slit of his head with a gentle, featherlight sweep – and Levi's entire body seemed to twitch as he gave a low moan.

He swore under his breath, his breathing picking up all the more as her hand moved back down him, and Petra gave a pleased hum as a small smile pulled at her lips, tightening her grip around him and adding a bit more pressure to her actions – satisfied when his voice seemed to raise in octave, a higher sort of tenor to his usually so deep voice, and Petra found her hand shaking from sudden desire because watching his body, his expression – seeing someone like Levi experience pleasure because of her…

She took a steadying breath and again ran her thumb back over the tip, "Are you always this sensitive Levi? Is it because you want me, or because you're pent up?"

As Petra continued touching him, her confidence clearly growing as she became more bold with each passing moment, Levi gave a staggering pant as he tried to catch his breath unsuccessfully. "Both." he rasped out in an exhale, and he took another deep breath and almost whimpered when Petra leaned forward and began kissing his neck, her tongue running over his flushed skin as she continued touching him and rubbing her very bare skin against him purposefully. He struggled to think of a further response because all he could think about was her.

"It's been a long few months but…" His head fell back and he gave a low sigh, because with the way she was leaning forward toward him, it had increased the pressure of her grip and with how she was touching him now, the way her fingers curled around his cock and the way she made sure to bring her fingers up around the tip every time, barely grazing his skin with her cool nails in a way that pricked his nerves, but not enough to actually hurt, he gave a broken moan, "Damn Petra, gods yes, just like that, fuck."

His words had been low and carnal, unintentionally erotic because he was just speaking his mind, but at once, Petra gave a weak moan into his neck, undeniably turned on by the low and husky tone he had used to praise her, and her unoccupied hand moved toward the side of his face as she turned him to meet her with a jerky pull of her wrist. She pressed her lips against him with an unfocused shaking exhale, and her first kiss had sloppily landed more on his jaw than his lips because she was too far gone to actually care.

She moaned again, and he could feel her body tremble against him as she continued to kiss him and run her hand up and down his length with a sudden desperation, "Levi…can we…now? Please? Please."

He gave a distracted nod, already moving one arm around her back as he pushed her back onto the bed.

She laid out easily beneath him, and he took a breath, speaking as he crawled out on top of her, "Petra, I don't have…" he struggled to think of the right words as he looked at her flushed expression, looking down her body and noting the way she was angling herself up toward him even now as her legs fell to opposing sides in invitation, and he swallowed thickly as his thoughts continued to scatter all the more, "We'll need to…need to get condoms or something. After. After this. I can pull out but-"

Petra gave a wave of her hand, shifting beneath him as he straddled her hips, seemingly impatient as she tossed her head to one side with a single nod and cut him off, "Yeah. Levi, it's not that time for me anyway. Still pull out of course, but even still, it should…should be fine. I know my cycle so it's…it's fine. Please, please just keep going, okay?"

Admittedly relieved at her confidence, considering they weren't exactly prepared, Levi gave a nod and moved his hips, aligning himself at her entrance and unable to stop the sharp gasp that left him when his sensitive skin pressed against the overwhelming, all-consuming heat of her body. His arms trembled as he hovered above her, because gods, one press of his hips, one exhale, a mere shift of his body, and she would be his, completely, after all this time. It was almost too good to be true, and it seemed almost surreal to him now that he was finally here at last with her, with her beneath him and begging him and wanting him like this. Petra…she was so fucking gorgeous, so trusting, so damn good to her very core, and fuck, he just wanted her so damn bad.

Even still, he took a breath and held himself agonizingly still, until his body was aching and he could feel precum leaking down him, waiting for a long moment until Petra's dazed and wild green orbs met his. He wasn't sure what he needed to say, he just…he needed to make sure this was what she wanted. He wouldn't assume something like this, not with Petra, and as much as it would frustrate him if she got suddenly cold feet, even still…there was time to back away and he couldn't take that from her and force her into something like this.

And yet…

He exhaled and found he could only whisper, feeling himself resting so perfectly at her entrance as his body pulsed and ached, throbbing in miserable fiery outrage when he didn't immediately move forward into her. He bit his lip and took a ragged breath, using every last ounce of discipline in his body to remain still, "Petra…please."

His desperate tone, his expression…

Petra's mouth dropped open at his last minute confirmation, at the fact that he was trying so hard to put her first when she knew full well how badly he needed this, and she found she could only pull her hands around the sides of his face so he was looking at her directly. She gave him a single nod and kissed him softly to confirm her consent; continuing to press her lips against his again and again. Their lips continued meeting, unorganized bites and pecks and open-mouthed kisses as she felt him shift above her, and she felt very clearly when Levi pressed himself inside of her, just the tip, and Petra gave a hiss as a sharp and powerful feeling ran straight up her spine because, while this wasn't her first time by any means, the last time had been years ago, and her body was far from used to the intense sensation after so much time had passed.

Hearing her immediate response that sounded so far off from the previous pleasured tones she had moaned out, Levi had tried to pull his head back, wanting to watch her expression to gauge if she were in pain or not, but Petra merely wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him back toward her all the more, "I'm fine Levi, it's fine." She bit his bottom lip and mumbled against him, "Keep going, please."

He moaned at her words and allowed himself to carefully, slowly sink into her completely, watching in half-lidded concern as Petra fell back into the bed outright and gave a soft and pained cry of obvious discomfort. While he could feel Petra's body tense, where he knew she was uncomfortable at his size as her petite body struggled to accommodate him, even still he felt the breath press right out of his lungs and he dropped his head down toward the hollow of her neck, speaking in breathless admission, "Fuck Petra, you're so damn tight. I've never…" he took a stabilizing breath and kissed her neck, "Never been - never without a condom before. Never. Fuck, it's so different."

Petra shifted slightly, giving a hiss as the changed angle caused another sharp pang to run up her body, and she grimaced, "Uh, good different?"

Levi lifted his head, looking up toward her and giving a dazed nod, "Amazing different. Shit, this is…fuck."

Petra merely nodded with a tremble, clearly still in pain as she bit her lower lip and whimpered, and he ran a hand over her side, down her ribs and lightly wrapping around her hips as he spoke, "Hey, rock your hips a little to loosen up – try to relax. I'll wait."

She nodded, pulling her hips first against him in a sort of winding motion, slow and precise, and she gave another pained hiss, instantly changing the angle again as she tried to find a better position where she didn't feel so tight and stretched; where she could feel him so strong and so present inside of her, but in a manner that didn't cause her body to tighten and fight against the full, potent and breathtaking sensation.

As Petra continued adjusting herself, continuing to wind her hips in small circles in attempts to dispel the tightness and discomfort, Levi couldn't help the pleasured sighs and pants that left him, because as she moved around him slowly and very erotically wound her hips back and forth against him through various gasps and whimpers, he could feel her walls flex and pulse with each beautiful sway of her hips. It was good, so good - but fuck, it was just mere whispers of movement against him and certainly not enough, and he so desperately wanted to move inside her all the more to build up that friction between them because doing nothing while she coiled around him from the inside was easier said than done. He could feel the strength of her small and quivering body, and it was all he could do to simply stay in place and endure her sweet torture.

Unable to remain completely still as she continued unintentionally teasing him with her featherlight pulls and caresses against him, Levi gently moved his hips along with hers, very lightly at first, and careful to match himself to her rhythm; not pushing or pulling against her, but simply moving with her as she adjusted to him bit by bit. When she gasped at the new sensation as his body followed hers carefully, he kissed her hairline and exhaled, "Too much?"

"No." she spoke in a strained voice, "It feels…nice, I think. Don't stop."

Levi nodded and followed her lead, transfixed as Petra moved her hips slowly, pushing up into him then pulling away, circling and twisting to a silent rhythm that only she could hear. As he watched her body, Levi mentally concluded that if her role in the Scouts didn't pan out, well, she would make one hell of a dancer, and some part of him wondered how he had never noticed her smooth actions in such a light before because the grace she moved with was nothing short of erotic.

As she continued to move and her actions became more bold and purposed, her previous tense exhales and winces were exchanged for moans and pleasured sighs, and Levi slowly moved for control as he lightly pushed himself against her more completely. He gasped at the all-consuming pressure of her body and the way Petra moved against him even now, until the rhythm and pace had altered more to his liking. He pressed himself into her more directly, and Petra moaned and rolled her hips up to meet his actions, a soft mewl leaving her lips as he began to carefully rock his body against hers with testing, gentle and featherlight strokes.

He continued his slow and tempered actions, moving inside of her cautiously and still desperate for that elusive tension that would make them both gasp and moan; knowing that he needed to remain in complete control as his strength could easily hurt her if he wasn't careful. After a few more light and testing pulses as he watched her carefully, Petra gave a soft cry and bit her bottom lip, "Captain, faster, please. It's good. So good. Just…faster. Please."

And that was it.

Petra's words had sparked a heated desperation within him, and Levi swore under his breath and allowed his head to fall against her neck as his primal instincts overwhelmed him with a vengeance. He thrust his hips back into hers with a renewed sense of purpose, relishing the sudden cry that left her throat from his increasingly ravenous intensity. He bit into her neck, sucking on the skin with bruising force as he continued to pull in and out of her, in absolute rapture because gods, she felt so fucking incredible. Like she had said, good. So, so damn good, and he was losing himself completely to the overwhelming and carnal pleasure of taking her; of being inside her and feeling her body tremble with his every touch, feeling his own body race with ecstasy as he finally got to experience her like this.

From beneath him, Petra dug her head back into the pillow, her hands trailing down his sides, gripping at his hips, and some barely rational part of his mind that wasn't caught in the throes of passion vaguely wondered if he was hurting her with his sudden ferocity, or if he should maybe temper himself a bit more because Petra still had no idea what he was capable of in such a setting, and what was more, he had no idea what sort of pacing or rhythm she even wanted. Much to his surprise and delight, Petra merely gripped his hips tighter in sudden desperation and encouraged him downward with a forceful, frustrated yank of her own, and she moaned in obvious relief at the suddenly rough sensation that her actions had procured.

"More…more, Levi, if you can. Please."

Her voice was a mix between a whimper and a sigh, and he grinned against her skin, more than happy to fuck her harder, rougher, faster – whatever the hell she wanted when she sounded like that. He adjusted his angle and thrusted into her again and again with more force, to the extent that he knew she'd be bruised from head to toe as his chest and body pushed forcefully against hers with his every action.

She gave a loud cry, "Mhn, Levi…" she shuddered and pressed her head to one side as she pressed her hips upward to meet his thrusts, "Right…gods, yes there. There again, please. Like that. Like that, Captain. Please, don't stop!"

Lungs heaving as a fiery, warm and panging desperation came over him in crashing and violent waves at her unexpected and constant praise, Levi gave a low moan and nodded into her skin, focusing on keeping his hips aligned exactly where and how she wanted them, slamming himself into her over and over again as her cries continued to shift from an unsorted mix of words, his name, various encouragements, to mere guttural moans and cries that confirmed her absolute, all-consuming rapture.

He could feel it all around him as it was happening; her walls tightening with unparalleled force, her body shaking and the way her cries turned more desperate with his every action – she was close again, so fucking close, and fuck, he wasn't all that far behind her because he had known that being inside her would be amazing, but this…

Nothing could have ever prepared him for how good it would feel. His dreams, as raunchy and explicit as they had been, had not surprisingly done the real thing no justice – none at all. The sheer heat from her body set his senses ablaze, the feel of their skin, sweaty and slapping against each other was so erotic, and as she moaned, the way she called out for him, the way she trailed her hands over his body and scratched at his skin with her long nails until they were just shy of breaking skin – it was a beautiful balance. Petra was shy and blushing and gentle in one moment, then demanding and fierce in the next, making it clear with her words and actions exactly what she wanted from him; and like hell he wouldn't give it to her in spades. He couldn't help but note that the way she fucked was…not surprisingly, very reminiscent of the way she fought; gentle and able to rely on her team, modest and calculating and submissive to command, but then in a moment, decisive and bloodthirsty, not afraid to own up to her own strength and taking her fate into her own hands because she was anything but passive.

"Uh, Cap – mmh, Levi, fuck I-" Petra's voice was suddenly high and sharp with alarm, and before she had so much as said his name, he already knew full well what she was trying to communicate. A mix between a moan and a yelp left him when from all sides, Petra's body was suddenly thrumming and clamping around him with waves of increasingly strong pressure. He gasped at the instantly intense and building sensation, and then Petra gave a series of beautiful, melodic cries and pants, shifting and writhing against the bed as her body rocked and shook against him in clear ecstasy. Levi gave a half, mesmerized and proud smile as he watched her quake passionately against him, her fingers twisting and gripping into the sheets as she called out to him with a weak and breathless cry.

As she continued panting and gasping, pressing herself against him with spastic and unpredictable rolls of her body, Levi swore at the all-consuming stimulation that overloaded his senses entirely, because shit - he really thought he'd be able to last longer. He had wanted to ride out her climax to the end because while it felt so, so damn good for him as her core muscles spasmed from all around him, it would make her orgasm that much more intense and satisfying – but her voice, her body, the fact he had been so desperate for so long now, it was simply too much for him to endure. He swore and pulled out of her completely, shifting his hips away from her as his body tipped over the edge a few moments later.

Petra's amazing cries had instantly weakened once he pulled out, something he felt a slight twinge of guilt for, but his thoughts were quickly lost to him as his own body quaked and a white-hot sensation overcame him with a wave of such intensity that he almost had to lock his arms outright just to keep himself from falling against her. He was still hovering above Petra, taking a sharp breath as his body tensed dramatically before unwinding like a springing coil, and he almost gasped when his body quaked in wave after wave of pleasure, hot liquid spilling out across Petra's stomach as he panted and fought to catch his breath from his rather intense orgasm that continued to knock the breath right out of him in endless, continual rounds. He had been wanting her for far too long now and his body's release after finally being with her, having her body, feeling her in ways that he previously had only dreamed of; it was easily the most intense and overwhelming sensation he had ever experienced with a woman and some part of him was amazed at just how good he felt.

Eventually, the mind blowing sensation came to a satisfying, breathless, and fulfilling end, and Levi swallowed as he took a few stabilizing breaths, opening his eyes – he wasn't sure when he had closed them – and seeing Petra's green orbs watching him with nervous uncertainty and question, a gentle smile on her face after having watched him finish not so long after her.

For a long moment he hovered over her in silence, both of them fighting to catch their breath as they stared at each other wordlessly in the aftermath of their passion, and Levi gave a sudden nod of confirmation.

"Ackerman." He stated in a breathless pant, and Petra's eyes narrowed in unfocused question.

"…What?"

Levi merely swallowed and took another breath, admittedly exhausted because their sheer intensity had left him completely spent, and yet he found himself speaking all the more because it mattered to him that she knew and understood his meaning completely.

"You, Petra. My wife, in word and deed. A proper Ackerman now."

Petra's green orbs had widened for only a moment at his words, and like that, at his clarification that their days of being 'only on paper' were officially behind them, she was smiling outright - a large, beautiful and tender smile - and Levi could only give a small, tired grin in return as Petra reached up toward him and pressed her lips against his.

"Mine." He mumbled purposefully against her lips, and Petra gave a wordless nod in return, simply agreeing with him outright because they both knew his words were undeniably true; a statement of fact, rather than one of mere claim.

"Always, Levi."

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End of Chapter

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Whoooo yall, so not gonna lie – this chapter has actually been the most difficult for me to write. Obviously it's not my every day sort of material, so no pun intended, but I don't have as much experience about writing such a thing so that was it's own challenge. Not trying to be cliche, there's only so many times I can say pelvic thrust before it just gets old haha. This one chapter took over three months to write and was by far the singular chapter that had me stumped in terms of how I thought such a thing would unravel for them. For this particular couple, it wasn't about the sex (it was, but it wasn't) because they have in fact built the foundation so it was more than just the physical 'he did this then she did that', and trying to keep a good balance of what's going on, while at the same time giving a head nod to their thoughts, but not in a way where it becomes this poetic dialogue and the pacing is lost - VERY challenging for me.

Either way, I know that the plot has been building their physical romance now since the first time they (actually) kissed, and I hope the build up and the mental dialogue with Levi, the frustration and the tension and patience, I hope it was worth it because while yes it took me three months to get this chapter right, I am absolutely happy with it.

Either way guys, I'd love to hear your thoughts if you're willing – but either way, thanks as always to my readers because this story would NOT have happened if it weren't for people backing me up along the way. Its uh….a lot of work haha. Happy Sunday, and I'll see you next week!

~Midnight

**Rushes back in and slams fist onto table - and yall, let it be known that as someone who is VERY passionate about having a proper, fulfilling, not shame-filled sex life - let me just waggle my finger a little more at our couple and say that unprotected sex or this whole, we'll pull out and it's should be fine, is NOT something I endorse! There are a lot of things in this story that do not line up with my personal ideals as the author, and for the most part that just comes with the territory but this...*nostrils flare* If someone isn't ready to talk about healthy sex (more than just babies, but everything that comes with it!) then they aren't ready! Granted I do feel our couple here is ready, but man oh man are they being really, really stupid. That is all. Stay intentional people. Okay...now I'm really done haha.