In the blink of an eye, Levi's body hovered over her, and his hands reached under her dress, tearing her panties down. He grazed her stomach with a boyish sloppiness, and she laughed, writhing under his touch.

"You want to see a fucking gentleman?" he growled, his playful tone tinted with something more primal, dangerous, and the anticipation traveled down her spine, building into some warmth in her groin.

(...) if you want the full scene, come find me on Ao3, same handle

"Going to throw this away."


Connie walked over to the fridge to get some orange juice. At the kitchen table, Sasha was spreading some peanut butter over slices of bread. He took a sip from his glass and leaned over the counter.

"Sasha, are you eating again? At that hour?"

"What can I do? I'm just hungry." She shrugged.

A sudden sharp, high-pitched cry-like sound came from somewhere in the house, and they exchanged a quick startled look. Connie rubbed the back of his neck, and Sasha tried to swallow a bite in a hurry.

"What the hell?" she asked with her mouth still half full.

A rhythmic screeching of the bed followed the cry, and they burst into giggles.

"Are they… again?" Connie's eyes widened, and his cheeks felt warm.

Sasha choked on her sandwich.

"Yeah, dumbass, they are…." Isabel appeared at the kitchen door, grinning as she strolled in. She sneaked onto a stool next to Sasha, and Connie ruffled her already disheveled hair. "I wish they admitted that finally and got together. It could be so romantic," she sighed. "Imagine, we could have a beach wedding..."

Isabel paused, and Connie scowled.

"Ugh, wedding? What are you talking about? Why do you girls always talk about romance and marriage?" Connie raised his brows in a frown, but Isabel's palm smacked him right in the solar plexus, knocking the air out of his lungs. Why were the girls so sensitive about all that romantic crap?

She grabbed one of Sasha's sandwiches and took a big bite. Sasha ignored that, her eyes sparkling.

"Ahh, we could have a wedding clambake. I love that idea! All that clams, crabs, and lobster bake, and sides. Oh my god, the best… I love clambake potatoes… and corn…"

"Oh no, Sasha… you are drooling again." Connie finally caught his breath.

"We will be the bridesmaids. Think about the cute dresses we are going to wear. Lilac ones and the same for the flowers. Or blue like the ocean. With the bouquets of forget-me-nots and white roses." Isabel rested both of her elbows at the table and placed her chin in between her palms.

Screeching increased its speed, and the three of them laughed again. Connie covered his temple.

"No, what a facepalm. Why? Why are they doing it to us?! I can't 'unhear' that now."

"Get over yourself, Connie. That's natural," said Sasha, chewing on her second sandwich, even though Isabel already bit it.

"And so romantic," said Isabel. "Sasha, think about the cake. My bet is on key lime. It would fit both of them."

"No Isabel, I want chocolate and vanilla, or red velvet," Sasha trailed off, "or salted caramel… there are just too many."

The squeaking of the bed stopped. And Connie let out a gasp of relief.

"What cake are you talking about? You are both hopeless." Connie shook his head in disbelief.

"I tell you, it should be a key—"

The door opened suddenly, and half-naked Levi entered the kitchen. Connie's cheeks burned immediately again, and both girls exchanged a quick look.

"Hey, what are the three of you doing here at this hour? Go to bed," Levi said with a hiss, then reached towards the trash cans. He threw away something that looked like many tissues neatly folded together—the usual Levi stuff.

"Ah, some evening snacks, Levi. We are going to sleep right away," said Connie after he mustered the courage to look at his guardian, who casually helped himself to a glass of water.

"Good, don't stay up late and brush your teeth," Levi said, leaving them alone. "Goodnight, kids."

Once his bare back was out of their sight, their wide-opened eyes met for a moment, and the entire kitchen burst out into untamed laughter.


Levi closed the door to his bedroom behind him, and his eyes fixed on Historia, who was still in his bed. That was certainly a surprise. He didn't expect this. They never stayed in each other's beds after having sex. She'd probably passed out just after he'd left, exhausted after the long, eventful day and all the fucking they did. He smirked. It was an epic fuck.

She was sleeping peacefully, wrapped in his sheets, her breath shallow and irregular, barely noticeable. Her blond hair spilled all over his pillows. One of her cheeks rested on her outstretched arm, leaving only a small part of her face visible, that smart-ass little chin of hers and a cute nose. Well, wasn't she a queen? Wasn't it a miracle that she had become this kind and strong person, after all she had to go through in her life?

Levi sighed and sneaked under his sheets on the empty side of the bed, trying not to wake her up. It seemed like she was staying here that night. He cast her long last look before his head hit the pillow, and he closed his eyes.

"Goodnight, Historia," he mouthed voicelessly.


Levi waited on Ditch Plains for Erwin to show up for his class. The boards were ready; he didn't know if Erwin would need a wetsuit again or had he actually followed his advice and had bought his own, but they could handle that easily. It was a hot day, and he was already melting, even though the upper part of his wetsuit was hanging loosely around his hips. Highest time to switch to summer gear. He stretched the muscles of his arms in the warming sunlight.

"Good morning, Levi."

Erwin surprised him by arriving from the direction he didn't expect him to. He was wearing a new, shiny wetsuit, tight where it needed to be to get Levi's attention to the dude's muscular body. That's a fine piece of ass. The solid shafts of his thighs weren't bad either.

"Where is Jean, Levi? Is he not going to teach me anymore?" Erwin asked with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"He is… grounded. For today. We'll work out the schedule with him after, if you want to continue," Levi said, with a suggestive pause, catching Erwin's eyes with a challenging look, "that is, if you still will after a session with me."

Erwin held his gaze. His eyes were clear blue. Welcoming.

"And what has he done to deserve 'grounding'?" he asked, amused.

"Teenage stuff." They might warm up to each other, but Levi didn't trust strangers too easily, especially if they asked private questions.

"You may want to unzip that a little," he said, pointing at Erwin's wetsuit, sealed tightly under his neck. He reached out, and his fingers squeezed the fabric on Erwin's wrist between his two fingers. "It's a damn hot day, and your wetsuit is damn fine, but it's a winter one. You'll be fine in the water for today, but here, dude, you're going to hard-boil your balls."

Erwin snorted and nodded. Yet, he didn't make a move even to undo the zipper. Levi squinted. Dude, you sure as hell were going to take that off when I ended with you.

"Right, then. Get on your board and show me your pop-out," Levi said, and Erwin obeyed.

He lay down on his board, his palms flat on the deck under his chest, back arching as he faced the oceanfront.

"Good." Levi circled the board. His eyes wandered around stretched out Erwin, forced body position highlighting his glutes and chiseled muscles of his back.

"Now the pop-out. Jean showed you different ways, choose the most comfortable for you, on your own rhythm. I want to see it."

"You want to see?" Erwin joked, and Levi grunted.

"Just do it."

Erwin took his time, but finally, he pushed himself into a standing position in a bit wobbly but still a smooth jump. Levi observed it.

"Not bad. Not perfect either, but we can work on it." He approached Erwin from behind.

"Now, let's start with your position on the board." Levi's knee jammed into the back of Erwin's knee socket, forcing him to lower his center of gravity.

"What?" Erwin hissed.

"The lower you are on your knees, the more flexible and stable you are. More crouching like this, but keep your back straight," said Levi, explaining, and Erwin followed his instructions, adjusting his position. Their knees and thighs were still pressed against one another, and their bodies got close. Erwin's cologne tickled Levi's nose, and he raised his eyebrows. Wearing cologne going to the beach?

"Your body," Levi said as his palms went to Erwin's hip bones, forcing him one step back, their groins met, "needs to align with the stringer. See this line?" He leaned over so Erwin could follow him, and their arms brushed. "That's the stringer. Distribute your balance equally on both sides."

"Your front foot needs to be twisted to 45% degrees with your toes towards the side, not to the front." Levi's hands gently guided Erwin's hips to the appropriate position. "Yeah, like that. Good. But hey, that's not a ballet, no standing on your toes."

"I get that, thanks." Erwin let out a laugh.

Levi took a step back. All that touching, and his heart was pounding, fast and heavy. More than he would like to admit. At the same time, he wondered if Erwin felt the same way.

"Let's do that again, Erwin."

He made Erwin repeat the pop-out at least ten times. In this weather, it was enough for a warmup before going to water. They only needed to stretch a bit. The dude was now obviously hot and sweating, breathing heavily and tugging uncomfortably at the collar of his wetsuit.

"You know what," Erwin said, "you were right about unzipping it."

"Right?" Levi said, then smirked, "do you need some help with that?"

He didn't wait for the answer as he closed the distance between them again and reached for the seal at Erwin's nape, undoing it and untangling the zip. Then he slid it down halfway through Erwin's back.

"You are welcome," he said, taking another step back and observed, pleased with himself, as Erwin freed his sculptured chest from the neoprene.