Levi was sitting in the interrogation room, looking indifferently at the ceiling above him. They took him there for the fourth time. A stain on the table they couldn't get rid of, a lightbulb that flickered from time to time to irritate him, the cold, stupid shackles that were absolutely unnecessary. He was bored sick of every corner of this room.
Just like he suspected, now that they got him, they tried to get every detail of his past antics out. It's been the 6th day since they've put him in pre-trial detention. His lawyer was on the hunt to get everything she needed to defend him, so he just agreed not to say anything. Or rather not say anything important because sometimes the detectives were so fucking annoying that he had to snap back.
This definitely won't be good for the PR.
His eyes caught the bright floral tattoo on his forearm. All those days, he was pushing the thought of her to the back of his mind. They let him make only one call, and as much as he wanted to talk to Petra, he had to call Erwin instead.
Like summoned by his thoughts, his tall friend entered the room. He sat on the opposite side of the table. Levi's brow perked up at the stern look of his bright eyes.
"I'm surprised they let you in."
Erwin didn't respond right away. Levi has never seen him this uptight, surprisingly. Maybe he finally crossed the line. He watched him as he propped his elbows on the table and put his hands together.
"You disappointed me, Levi," he said, which made the cuffed man roll his eyes and lean above the table in his direction.
"I promised you I'm done with my past life, right? It has nothing to do with that." He told him in a low voice and leaned back on the chair.
"Really? Tell me what it was about then."
"Yelena told me to keep my mouth shut before the trial."
"No one is listening to us. That I can assure you of. I wouldn't ask otherwise."
Levi frowned, unsure of it. No, Erwin wouldn't want him to end up imprisoned. Otherwise, he wouldn't be there.
He took a deep breath and told him everything.
He hissed at the sight of a man standing on Erwin's side. He was smiling at him from behind his stupid glasses as they stood in the hall of the district court building. Levi was found guilty of the assault on Dieter. However they were able to convince the judge that it was self-defense. He zoned out while they discussed it because he knew he would be free soon anyway. The judge was probably bribed anyway.
"You should thank him," said Erwin, folding his arms. His stern demeanor showed up as usual.
Levi turned his eyes at him.
"This fuck almost ruined our business. What is he doing here?"
Just as he finished his question, he noticed his lawyer with the corner of his eye. Yelena was towering next to him, a fucking giant.
"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Yeager," Yelena said with her trademark, cold smile on her face.
Levi grimaced looking at him again. It was fucked up. Erwin knew so many influential people, from God knows where. And from all, this ass had to help get him out from this.
If anyone were to repay this favor, it was not him.
He felt weirdly indifferent on his way to the parlor. It was a free day anyway, so at least he won't have to ignore them to avoid explanations. Petra was an exception, of course, he wanted to text her right away when they gave him his phone back, but just like he expected, the battery died during the week. At least he now had more time to decide on what he actually wants to say to her.
Yelena dropped him under the building, and he approached the driver's window to knock on it.
"I don't want to have anything to do with Zeke, understand?" he said when she lowered the window to look at him.
"He basically saved your ass. Be a bit more grateful."
"Tsk, I'd rather let them lock me than to owe him anything."
She smiled at him, it was a terrifying sight as always.
"Continue assaulting people, and you won't have that problem."
He kicked her car and bent down to look at her.
"It's your job to not let them."
"This is exactly the reason why you're here right now."
"Tsk."
"I've already sent you an invoice," she called after him when he headed home.
Stretching out, he looked around his apartment. It was good to be back. Nothing changed, which made him feel like the last week didn't happen at all. Now he had a whole flat to dust, which significantly raised his mood.
He stepped to the kitchen and stopped at the sight.
Petra was bending over the counter where her laptop was. She wore his clothes, and he must admit, his boxers fit her butt perfectly.
"What a nice sight to come back to," He said, finally getting her attention.
She moved her headphones to the side, confused if she heard something and turned her head a bit before noticing him in the corner of her eye. She perked up immediately, looking at him with wide amber eyes.
There was a thick tension in the air when their eyes met. He was glad to see that the bruises on her face were fading.
"Levi…" she said with her voice trembling and moved to him. He observed as her agitated face turned to anger on her way.
He didn't flinch when she punched his chest.
"Why didn't you listen to me? Do you even know how worried I've been? Your whole career could be ruined! And for what?" She cried out, punching him again. It was strong enough to move him back but not that he would be hurt by it.
She opened her eyes and looked at him just to be struck by the sight of his face. Levi was smiling at her in a way she has never seen him before. He looked genuinely happy. She didn't react at first when he pulled her to his arms. She then clung to him and buried her face in a space between his neck and his arm.
"Forgive me. I fucked up," he admitted but couldn't bring himself to let go of her yet. The deep breaths he could feel on his neck got him convinced that she tried not to cry.
He was grateful for that, since he was pretty confounded every time someone did it in his presence.
When they finally let go of each other, he kissed her slowly. She let out a short laugh when he told her that he will crawl out of his skin if he doesn't take a shower right now.
He came back dressed in sweatpants only and found her again in the kitchen. This time, she had tea prepared for both of them. A smile appeared on his face as he approached her. He put his hands on the counter on her sides as she looked up from her phone. Petra's expression tensed as they stared at each other in silence.
"What's with this cocky smirk? I'm still mad at you," she said, folding her arms.
"I already apologized," he pointed out, and his smile disappeared when he tilted his head to the side.
She looked down, lured by the sight of his chest. It distracted her to the point that she only noticed he leaned to her when she felt the lips on her neck. She shuddered from the sudden pleasure.
"I missed you," he said in a low voice and followed with another kiss that changed to a bite when she put her phone down on the side and put hands on his muscular arms.
"Are you here to stay? Please tell me it's not just for a moment," she asked worryingly and felt his sigh on her skin. He raised his head and looked her in the eyes.
"I need to pay the penalty. That's it. It wasn't as bad as you think."
She frowned and leaned her forehead against his.
"I want to know. Be honest with me."
Levi closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking at her again. "So, we're killing this mood?"
"Yes," she said and put her hands on the sides of his face. "For now."
He grunted and let go of her to reach for the tea that she prepared.
"Levi…" she whined quietly and sighed, tilting her head back.
They were laying on the couch in the living room. The man she called placed himself comfortably with his head between her thighs. He leaned his cheek on her left leg while watching her face as he moved two fingers inside her. This was exactly how he liked to spend his evenings.
He kissed her thigh when he noticed she was about to come again. Earlier, he commanded her to keep her hands behind her head, and she, of course, obeyed. The grip of his free hand on her leg tightened, and he looked up to watch as her beautiful tattooed body shook tenderly in another orgasm.
"I need a break...a moment…" she gasped, and he moved up to see her face better. Her eyes were closed, and her expression showed absolute bliss. He smiled to himself and placed himself above to kiss her. Her reaction was delayed, but a moment later, her hands already found their way to pull him closer, and he didn't stop her.
Levi slid his clean hand under the shirt she was still wearing and caressed it over her body as she slowly came back to breathing normally.
Petra opened her eyes and suddenly felt embarrassed at the sight of his lustful look right in front of her face. She couldn't get used to it.
"It's a bit too late to get shy now." he sighed in frustration, reading her expression right away, as always.
"Ah- sorry, It's just the way you look," she mumbled.
"How do I look?"
Petra huffed, looking to the side and back at him, with a little smile.
"I started taking contraceptive pills, you know."
His eyebrows went up, and he squinted his eyes thoughtfully.
"Isn't it like, kind of damaging to your body or something?"
She imitated his expression and put her legs over his waist.
"Shouldn't you be happy about that?"
"I will...have to research that. You shouldn't decide about those things without me." he said boldly. It cost him a punch in the arm.
"It's my body, I'll do what I want with it," she said, sending him a playfully angry look.
"Don't hit me, it's kinda hot," he teased and leaned to kiss her again, but she stopped him.
She met his questioning look before she had the guts to open her mouth.
"Do you think...um…"
Trying to guess what she was about to say got him surprisingly anxious, surprisingly fast. No, he didn't want a child. She had to see the change on his face because she finished the sentence quickly.
"Do you think we could do this in your office?" she asked and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Wow... I'm at the loss of words," he said, even though in reality, he asked himself where the fuck his weird-ass predictions came from.
Petra whined, looking away, but a gasp interrupted her as he stood up, lifting her up with him. She had to prop herself better with her legs and held onto him like she was about to die if she fell.
"What? We're going," he declared at the sight of her surprised expression.
As he learned later, Petra was living in his house for the last few days, making sure that everything stayed clean and all the plants were properly watered. He had to admit she seemed to be a perfect fit for him more and more with each day. Aside from the fact that they both ached from her office sex idea, as she asked to be taken on his tattoo chair. Oh, how much time he spent cleaning it the same night.
A week has passed, as they pretended the whole situation with Dieter and Levi's trial didn't exist. It was easier that way. Levi was ashamed that he was avoiding the subject after he admitted to what he'd done, but he also excused himself as she also didn't acknowledge that in their conversations. When the rest of their squad get him with their questions, he snapped, ordering them to get their asses together because it's not their "fucking business".
He was sitting at the table in the break room talking on the phone.
"And how long is this " long enough"?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Petra entered the room and sent him an amused look. She stopped behind his chair and started delicately stroking his hair. He looked up at her as he continued his conversation. "I guess we can make that happen. Sure, uh...bye."
She stepped around the chair to look at him.
"You don't seem too eager about it. Who was that?" she asked and made her way to the electric kettle.
"It's my family," he grunted, crossing his legs and looking through his phone.
Petra turned on the kettle and turned her head to look at him.
"You rarely talk about them," she noticed.
"There isn't much to talk about." he answered shortly before he realized how cold that sounded and looked up at her. "They want me to babysit Mikasa, my cousin, when they go on some trip to someone who is dying or some shit. I don't know." he said, clearly indifferent to the topic.
She hummed thoughtfully and went back to preparing her drink.
"How old is she?"
"I don't fucking know. Fifteen? Seventeen?"
"Huh? There isn't much to babysit then. So, no worries," she said, sending him a smile.
"The only worry I have is that there will be someone living in my house for two weeks."
"Why can't she stay at home at this age?"
"There is no one who could give her a ride to school, and here she can go there on foot. They live in the village under the city."
Petra took a look at his expression and hummed, coming back and bent to him.
"It's sweet of you to help," she said, smiling.
Levi looked aside with a grimace on his face.
"You can say I am paying back the debt of gratitude," he responded coldly.
It was one of those days in the parlor when all of them took only a couple of clients but stayed in the parlor anyway, just to hang out which each other.
Petra sat on the couch near the window taking out the phone from the pocket of her skirt. Oulo looked up at her from his tablet and frowned at the sight of her worried expression. He stopped sketching.
"Why so bothered?" he asked, sitting down on the seat in front of her.
"My client is late. Should I call him? Uh… I hate when that happens. Do you think he changed his mind? He wanted to get an appointment to Levi at first, but he's unavailable until this whole course thing won't be prepared."
"Oii- You're overthinking it, babe."
"Stop trying to distract me with your stupid behavior." she huffed, looking back at her phone.
Before he had a chance to come up with a better plan, the door to the parlor opened. They both looked up at the scatterbrained, blonde man looking around. His hair was wet because of the light rain outside. She was pretty sure he could barely see anything behind those raindrops on his odd glasses.
"Uh… I'm here for Petra? Petra Rall Tattoo?"
"You're here! Good!" she stood up, relieved. "It's Ral, sir. Come in, and I'll bring you a towel. Would you like some warm tea?"
"I'll have a strong one. And please call me Zeke." he said, sending her something that she could describe as a genuine smile. In his weird way, but that was okay.
She liked bizarre people.
