*kicks in door*

How 'bout them CHIEFS?!

Oh my gosh guys, we won, we won, we won! Man, I seriously don't think I can put into words how huge this is to my peeps out here in the Midwest. Do yall get it? I have been telling myself 'Next Season' for some…what, fifteen years now I've actually followed football as a vested, interested fan? Real talk, I may or may not have shed a few tears after the game, because while yes, next season is a real thing and I'm super stoked for the future of the franchise, for the first time in my fandom history, 'next season' turned into THIS season. I've been waiting for this since I was a kid! CRAZY! I know most of yall don't seem to be major fans, so this is a happy conclusion for the both of us. My team walked out with the Superbowl title (muy importante) and yall walk out with your sanity and less author's notes about football – at least until August :)

As for this chapter, yeah, back to business. I'll wrap it up, let yall do your thing, and I'll see you on the other side.

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When Levi awoke, sometime in the dead of night, it came to his immediate attention that it was hot. He felt his shirt tight against his skin, itchy and somewhat damp from sweat, and he all but groaned at the uncomfortable sensation that had caused him to stir. What was worse, he was still under a number of blankets, so it felt as though his entire body were trapped in some horrible, humid sauna.

He supposed it couldn't be helped; it was officially summer after all, so the days were longer and unbearably hot. While it wasn't an everyday occurrence, it certainly wasn't unheard of for the occasional evening to hold a certain degree of heat that remained untouched by the setting sun, and it would be his luck that tonight would be one of those nights.

Levi exhaled in irritation, sitting up from the mattress slightly as he pushed the blankets off himself one by one. He pulled the shirt off his body and threw it off the end of the bed in a brooding sort of pout, preparing to fall back into the bed when from beside him, Petra shifted just slightly from his actions, and Levi found that his previously tense expression perhaps, softened, as he watched her in admitted surprise. A part of him had forgotten that he was sleeping less than an arm's length away from her, and on second thought, perhaps it wasn't so much the heat of the night that had caused him to overheat, so much as the heat of the warm body that was resting so close to him.

"You too, huh?" came her soft voice, the sound of her voice almost causing him to jolt because he hadn't known she had actually been awake.

He swallowed thickly, his previous surprise still causing him to be a little slow to the draw, and he looked down toward her relaxed form and could only muster a nod of sorts.

She turned her head to look at him, shifting just slightly so she could watch him, her face seeming to be illuminated in the moonlight and giving her eyes a breathtaking shine, "Gods, this sucks. We've got a big day tomorrow and it's just so hot that I can't really stay asleep." She grabbed the blankets around her and turned toward him more fully, as though knowing full well that neither of them would be falling back asleep any time soon.

Looking at her and rolling his eyes as she watched him in question, Levi grabbed the corner of her blankets with a scoff, "Well yeah, dumbass. If you're hot then the least you could do is not suffocate yourself under all these blankets because-"

As he grabbed the blankets and pulled them off of her, there was an immediate sharp gasp and an alarmed 'Levi, no!' that could be heard, but it was too late because he was already midmotion and as the blankets came off from all around her, Levi realized all too late why she had chosen to keep her bedding around her in the first place.

Unable to stop himself from looking at all he saw, his eyes immediately scanned her rather scantily clad body, noting that sometime in the night she had apparently stripped down and was wearing nothing more than her sheer bindings that were already starting to unravel, and a simple pair of black panties that hugged tightly to her rear quite nicely.

All at once Petra made a face of embarrassment, at first trying to curl up into a ball of sorts in attempts to shield herself from him, but giving a wince at her burning and aching side that rejected her crunching motion. She attempted to sit up in hopes to retrieve the blankets back around her, but again winced at her sudden sharp actions and instead, Petra merely laid out on her back, and finally brought both her hands over her face and groaned in defeated embarrassment.

"Oh gods Levi, I'm…damn, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd wake up, and I swear I wasn't trying to like, I don't know, seduce you or do something inappropriate. Oh my god, I can't, just don't - please don't think that I was-"

As she spoke through her hands in obvious distress, Levi found his mouth felt rather dry, the room was suffocatingly hot, and he was very, very aware of the woman right in front of him, barely able to even register her self-conscious words because try as he may, he just couldn't stop staring. His eyes continued to scan her body in surprise and admitted appreciation; he couldn't deny that she was proportioned exceptionally well – a long, thin neck, an undeniable fullness to her breasts, a curve in her hips and a plumpness to her ass that was somewhat hidden from view now that she was laying on her back again, but not so hidden were legs that seemed to go on and on, regardless the fact that she was shorter than even him. Her proportions were all but perfect, and he realized that, like she had once stated, she was simply petite, even for a girl.

Levi swallowed thickly, his throat dry enough that he could actually hear himself swallowing, and he found himself reaching toward her, his hand starting to draw simple patterns on her arm but quickly trailing down and landing on the exposed skin of her bare hip, his voice quiet as he spoke, "Tell me Petra, your head – how are you feeling right now?"

Petra paused in place, falling perfectly still at his words, at the small, gentle way his finger caressed her arm and skin, and she slowly lowered her hands as her green eyes searched for his in obvious confusion, "My head, Levi? What…what do you mean?"

Almost smiling at her words and feeling a sort of breathlessness overtake him, Levi leaned over her and grabbed both of her arms, pulling them intentionally – but carefully – over her head as he made a point of looking her over one more time so she could see his approval. He looked over her barely restrained breasts, her milky torso, the black fabric of her panties that contrasted so greatly against her pale skin, the way her mouth parted as her face continued to show signs of her intense blush – he smirked and shifted toward her, pulling his leg over her hips as he straddled her thin waist.

She gasped at his sudden bold advance, and he felt her attempt to pull her arms out of his hold, causing a chuckle to leave his lungs because her shyness was more than getting the best of her and it was fucking adorable. He leaned even closer toward her, licking his lips and speaking so softly in her ear, running his lips along the shell of her ear as he spoke heatedly, "What, are you embarrassed or something? If I let you go, you'd only try to cover yourself back up, right? Lot of good that would do you now; I've already seen it, so what's the point?"

After he was finished speaking, he brought her earlobe into his mouth, sucking on the skin and smirking as a clear, sensual gasp could be heard from her. The previous tension in her arms went completely slack as a slight moan could be heard from her, and her entire body seemed to relax beneath him all at once. Feeling this, feeling the thrill that came with Petra's submission, he kissed the skin of her neck in barely restrained anticipation, "Good girl. Now let me ask you again Petra, how's your head?"

She gave a shaky exhale, as though struggling to find her words and think clearly. Eventually she whispered softly, "Well it's uh, well it's…fine, I guess. Why?"

He chuckled at her words, amused by the hesitance of her response and the shyness of all her actions – there was no doubt in his mind that this was his Petra through and through. He ran his lips down her neck, mapping her skin with his touch as he responded in a pleased whisper, "No reason. Just good to know that I won't have to feel guilty about any of this tomorrow."

Levi pressed his lips against hers passionately with an exhale of relief, not sure what their actions might entail or how far they might be able to go in her present condition, but knowing that if Petra was willing, if Petra wanted him and wanted his touch, gods he would give her every piece of him, and however much she wanted without restraint. He pulled his free arm around her back, using his palm to encourage her to arch upward, to press herself up and against his bare chest, waiting for the gasp he knew was coming to press his tongue into her open mouth as their relatively bare skin collided in the hot, humid night air.

A low, throaty groan left him as Petra wound herself up against him, the sensation causing his blood to race and his body to throb with need. He could feel her warmth through the impossibly sheer bindings, feel the tenderness of her breasts and the gentle planes of her curves and silky skin slide against him, and as he pressed his own chest more firmly against hers, he felt her take a shuddering gasp, breaking his kiss as she moaned his name softly.

Gods, he loved it when she said his name like that – so desperately, so tainted with lust and desire; he could feel her shifting gently beneath him, now pressing her body up into him of her own free will as she panted and gasped for air between their heavy, open mouthed kisses.

The hand that wasn't holding her arms, the hand he had used to push her up into him, was now gliding over her side, over her ribs delicately, using the back of his fingertips to tease her skin. He brushed over her stomach, knuckles grazing across the dip of her belly button, and after a few moments of rather heated kisses, wandering hands and Petra running her hands through his hair, down his back and tracing the sides of his hips, Levi's hand began roaming higher, to where the swell of her breasts began. He felt her take a sharp inhale once his fingers continued to move higher still, his intentions made very clear as he stalled in place so near her chest, as though seeking either her permission or rejection, and when Petra pulled away from his kiss and almost shifted toward his hand - he finally gave a defeated moan into her mouth, overwhelmed by his body's screaming demands and spurred on all the more as Petra intentionally fell back into the bed as though she were purposefully making room for him to explore. Needing no further confirmation, Levi continued his previous actions as though he had never stopped, his hand finding its way rather intentionally over the barely contained mound of flesh with a sweeping, hungry caress.

He palmed her through the thin, almost nonexistent bindings, rolling his hand over her skin and clasping his fingers around her breast fully, moaning wantonly into the night air and hearing her moan in return as he touched her deliberately. Fuck, she felt so damn good in his hands, just as he had expected, and he released her arms in the next moment, bringing his other hand around her opposite breast and palming her with equal intensity as the sheer force of his desire drove him mad in a mix of pleasure and the painful need for more – more of the sounds, more of the touches, more of her body, and just more of her in every way.

Levi watched as Petra dug her head back into her pillow, arching herself into his hands and moaning beautifully, her panting coming in short breaths and causing her breasts to pulse and thrum with the rise and fall of her lungs. "Levi, this…this feels-" again she rolled her chest and her eyes fluttered closed once he used the pad of his thumb to draw light, teasing circles around the hardening peak of her nipples, and she gave a weak cry at the sensation, unable to find her words further as he teased her intentionally.

"Good?" he finished for her with a heated stare, his gaze never leaving her face as he squeezed the soft flesh in his hands, and he gave a low groan when Petra nodded in unashamed admission and suddenly shifted herself up and pressed, not her chest, but rather her hips against him – grinding against his now prominent erection and giving a contented sigh, as though the pressure alone from him was pleasurable for her.

For Petra, the contact had almost seemed to sedate her; seemed to make her body melt and calm some of her inner tempest, but for Levi, it had the opposite effect, and he found himself repeating her action with growing need, grinding back into her hips and gasping at the intense sensation that followed, because he could already feel an irresistible amount of heat from her core through the thin, basic pair of panties, and Levi hung his head at the overwhelming, wonderful sensation. His body knew full well what he was grinding up against, knew by sheer instinct that what he was pressing into would quell the aching pain between his legs in such a wonderful, perfect way.

As he rubbed himself against her purposefully, he could feel her body tremble with need, and he almost gave a strangled sort of grunt as his erection slid across the thin fabric of her panties at an agonizingly slow pace because he wanted to feel her against him like this. Fuck, the sheer heat – it was as though the fabric did nothing to shield him from her alluring body; the hot and wet and the sheer bliss that would be waiting for him, and Levi tried to force control over his mind and body because everything he desired, everything he imagined, was all but contained within a simple layer of fabric that would be so, so easy to remove and as much as he wanted her, he couldn't rush things.

He wanted to enjoy her, wanted her to enjoy him, and while his desire was making him more than a little uncomfortable, he found himself looking back toward Petra with a mystified, curious expression.

He took a stabilizing breath, "…Petra?"

Hearing her name, she looked up toward him, seeing his face hovering just inches above hers – seeing his body hovering just above hers, and she gave a beautiful, contented smile. She watched him with that warm expression as she trailed a finger down his abs, causing his muscles to contract and pulse at her touch, because his body was so acutely aware of her every action that the slightest touch from her sent tremors racing down his spine. "Levi, tell me…do you want me?" she asked breathlessly, and he could only take a panting breath of his own, swallowing thickly as he responded and looking down her stunning body that made his own ache and throb wantonly.

What a question.

"Yes, Petra. So goddamned much."

Petra's smile brightened all the more at his words, as though she wasn't previously convinced of his sincerity, and even in the darkness of the night, he could see a blush rise over her cheeks. As she watched him happily, her expression content and beautiful, Levi suddenly gasped breathlessly, taken by complete surprise when Petra's hand went lower, over the band of his pant line, over the seams of his pockets; eventually coming to rest squarely over his erection.

Her touch was soft through the fabric of his pants, and Levi bit his inner lip, curling his toes in attempts to restrain himself – from what he wasn't sure – as Petra's fingers drew lazy patterns over the thin material. "Me too, Levi. And…you can tell, right? You can tell that I want you, and I want to be with you, like this?" Her fingers trailed his length up and down, as much as his pants would allow, and while it was hard to focus on her words, hard to focus on anything that wasn't Petra and her curiously wandering hand, Levi found himself nodding just the same because of course he knew.

He heard a small laugh, "Well that's good. I'm glad you can tell, because I do. I want you, Levi but-" her hand stopped moving, and Levi felt a sort of pained groan leave him as the warm sensation came to an abrupt end, and Petra continued with a sigh, "but you may have to wait a while longer. Is that okay, Levi? Is that too selfish of me?"

As Petra spoke, her voice sounded almost far away - something that baffled him in his desperate state, because she was right there – and he watched her in sudden concern, about to ask her what she meant, ask her if he had hurt her or if she wanted him to stop (or perhaps why she had stopped), when the warmness of her body also began to fade; her gentle smile growing more blurry and the world around him suddenly fading into a foggy sort of nothingness.

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It was the sound of his own moaning, his own body shifting and pressing into the mattress that caused Levi to wake, and as his eyes fluttered open in sudden confusion; confused to be lying on his back, not hovering over the woman who was…he looked over toward his side in half awake question, noting that Petra was still sleeping soundly, facing away from him and with her shirt and clothes very clearly still on - and Levi slowly realized the reality of the situation. He closed his eyes tightly in a sort of disappointed, frustrated grimace and felt a sort of groan leave his lips.

It had all been a dream.

Worse still, even though it had all been just a dream, his body and mind certainly didn't seem to think so and was more than ready to pick up where his dream had left off with the woman resting so softly, so beautifully, right beside him.

Levi allowed his head to remain to the side and he stole another prolonged glance at Petra's sleeping form, her outline silhouetted in the glowing moonlight and making him recall all the wonderful sounds she had made for him, the way she had felt against his body, and the way he had felt while touching her and pursuing her, all within the confines of his mind.

As if just looking at her sleeping form was enough to ignite his senses, Levi felt an intense sort of throb humming between his legs, and he bit back a groan, instinctively pressing his hips upward for further contact and friction, realizing that the hand he had once imagined as Petra's, the hand that even now was resting over the very uncomfortable bulge in his pants, was of course his own. As he sat there in admitted surprise, still coming to terms with the fact that it had all been just a mere dream, that Levi felt a stalling sort of indecision run through him because he had no idea if he wanted to drop his hold and allow himself to feel the fire and pain of his own palpable desire until it miserably faded away on its own, or if he would go so far as to continue his actions and purposefully solve the resulting problem in a much more basic, simple way.

Even now, his heart was pounding in his chest, he was still panting, his body was tense and coiled and so fucking hot; the pulsating, uncomfortable ache between his legs didn't let up in the slightest, and Levi ground his teeth together in frustration because he didn't even know the last time he had had such a dream, didn't know the last time he had been so out of control of his own body, and worse still, didn't know the last time he had to resort to such measures like some damned fucking teenage brat - but he was certain of one thing:

If thoughts of Petra had gotten him into this mess, then they could get him out just as easily.

Admittedly, he didn't like the idea of doing something like that - thinking of Petra in such a way while intentionally touching himself considering she was so innocently sleeping right beside him no less - but in his desperate and needy state, Levi found he wasjust so uncomfortable that some part of him didn't really care, welcoming the promise of release in whatever way he could find it if it meant his body uncoiled and eventually allowed him to get back to sleep.

As his hand moved from off his painfully taut erection, Levi shifted his hips again, cautiously and hesitantly slipping his hand down below his pant line as though still undecided, because as much as he wanted to rid himself of the irritating problem resulting from his frustrating and sensual dream, he felt it was perhaps a little dirty to be doing such a thing right beside her, in her room, without her knowledge. Still though, even if it felt taboo, he found he couldn't quite stop himself, because even if he didn't want to, even if he tried to take the mental high ground and just sit there miserably until who knows how long it would take for his erection to naturally die down, he knew his mind would continue to wander just the same, thoughts of her already plaguing him even now – a feverish mix of his own ideas and fantasies, and the previous moments he had already shared with her in the past.

He thought about what it would be like, to actually touch her, to hear her voice crack and tremble as his hands glided down her silky skin. From within his pants, Levi's fingertips brushed his sensitive, flushed skin and he shuddered at the sensation, because even the feel of his own hand was welcome when he was this aroused and desperate. He wondered what Petra would think if she saw such a thing; seeing her oh so esteemed Captain sporting a raging hard on for her, and ultimately reduced to having to jerk himself off because he was that desperate.

He had known it for months now, had begrudgingly accepted his desire and his unrelenting attraction to her, but this was on a new level. His desire for her was tangible, causing an aching; a sort of pent up energy that had no avenue for release – to the extent that now she was in his dreams. Gods, he just wanted to fuck her so badly; certainly more than he had wanted it from any other woman in his life, and he was curious as to how she would eventually respond to his desire because it was only just a matter of time until he approached her with such obvious urgency and intent.

He allowed his fingertips to wrap about the base of his length and gave an exhale of relief as his body relaxed into his own hold, his hand callused and firm but knowing Petra's, hers would be soft and gentle, perhaps hesitant he imagined - shy from her limited experience and cautious in her curiosity and innocence. Gods, what would her emerald eyes look like, half lidded and darkened with lust as he took off her clothes piece by piece, whispering sensual promises in her ear about what he would do to her, the things he would make her feel because he wanted her to be just as desperate for him. Her naked, beautiful body – he would be able to touch her, feel her, experience her in the most pleasurable of ways – he moved his hand from the base of his length up to the tip, not surprised to feel precum already leaking down him and slicking his hand with the hot liquid as he pumped his hand downward and back up in a slow, building pace.

It wouldn't be long at all now, until she was his. He would so easily approach her, kiss her until she was panting like he had done so many times before, and once she was breathless and unsorted, he'd make his intentions known because he'd tell her flat out. He wanted to fuck her, and he was going to fuck her, simple as that.

Once she was out of her cast, he wouldn't have to stop anymore; there would be no more reasons left to push her away. He would undress her bit by bit, enjoying every new part of her and make sure she never forgot that she was his in every fucking way. His hands would wrap about her full breasts, enveloping them in his commanding hold and he would hear her gasp and cry as he did whatever he pleased to her, making her squirm beneath him and arch against him all the more from sheer ecstasy because he knew full well that she longed for his touch. Even now, gods, he fucking loved her boobs - to date he hadn't actually seen them, hadn't actually had the ability to touch them or play with them like he had wanted so badly, but he knew with certainty that they would be amazing; sensitive and perky and deliciously warm; soft and inviting - just like Petra herself. He knew doubtlessly that they would feel so fucking great in his hands, absolutely perfect down to the smallest of details, and gods, the sounds she would make as he toyed with her - the gasps, the cries; she would moan and cry out forhim by name – she would outright beg him for more, only to be left hungry because he would intentionally tease her all the more, if only to hear her voice tainted wantonly with desire that called for him alone.

He was moving his hand more quickly, with focus and intent, the heat concentrating and centralizing in his body as thoughts of her continued to fuel his actions, his hand sliding up and down his shaft purposefully as he sought after his approaching release. He bit back a moan as his thoughts shifted again, unable to stop himself from wondering just how damn good she would feel from all around him, what it would be like to finally be inside of her. In truth, he struggled to imagine it – the intense heat, the pressure of her walls all around him as he pressed himself deep inside her, the velvety warmth that would steal the breath right out of him – he knew logically what to expect as he had been with a vast number of women in the past, and yet some part of him instinctively knew that Petra was different, and would be different in every way.

Her body would be as close to heaven as a man like him could ever hope to find; being inside her would be a pleasure like none he had ever known before, and at the mere thought of finally getting to be with her, the sheer desire for her alone that fueled his desperate actions even now, he found his breath coming in staggering pants as he approached his climax.

"Petra…" he whispered almost desperately into the night, wishing more than anything that it was her hand that was wrapped around him; wishing it was her soft and supple body that had aroused such incomparable desire from him, and not a mere dream that had elicited these strong feelings instead. He wanted to experience those heights with her, through her, and because of her.

He blinked in conviction, realizing that being intimate, truly intimate with Petra was what he wanted most of all - not…not this.

Levi stalled in place, his previous thoughts outright causing his actions to come to a rather sudden and abrupt halt – and before he could make a decision to continue or not, Petra shifted suddenly from beside him, apparently having heard her name from him and subconsciously stirring as a result. She gave a soft exhale before turning on her side, now facing toward him as she attempted to find a new comfortable position, continuing to shift every which way for a few moments.

Levi froze perfectly in place in sudden dread and concern as he waited nervously for her to fall asleep more fully, having no idea what the hell he would do if Petra actually woke up to find him jacking off a mere foot away from her. Regardless his rather immediate concerns of being found out, some part of him could only watch her in awe as she eventually found her place not so coincidentally, somehow not at all surprisingly…at his side, her legs brushing against his lightly, one arm cradled near her head, and the other coming to rest across his chest lightly, her finger tips splayed out so gently against the fabric of his shirt and almost tickling his skin at the featherlight sensation.

Only when she was settled against him completely did she seem to finally lull herself back to sleep, as though she had been sleeping next to him for years, and she gave a soft, contented sigh as she rested so calmly against him. Her sudden, palpable contentment spoke to him and seemed to soothe his agitated state; it was like she knew instinctively that she was exactly where she was meant to be. Beside him. With him. Content and at peace around him in a time where no one else was, simply because she knew him and trusted him and maybe even...

He sighed.

Regardless the fact that she was clearly asleep to where he could move or reposition himself however he needed, Levi remained motionless for some time as he watched her sleep, not wanting to cause her to stir any further because he still had no idea what he would say or do in attempts to explain himself and didn't want to take the risk of waking her again while he was so visibly aroused with his own hand down his pants, doing exactly what it looked like he was doing.

As he watched her, looking at her peaceful expression illuminated by the moon's gentle glow, eventually he gave an accepting sigh and his hand fell slack from around him.

Perhaps he didn't need the release as badly as he had thought.

Perhaps, just having her at his side, watching her find comfort in his presence, seeing how she so easily trusted him to watch over her in her compromised, physically weakened state – be it from the surprise of her waking up or his sheer change of spirit, but the previous ache in his groin was already dying down into a warm sort of pulse instead of the all-consuming, burning and aching fire it had been before. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was tolerable, and Levi found that he was okay with just letting nature take its course and bringing him down from there, because he realized that more than he wanted the pleasure of reaching his climax, more than that he just wanted to be with Petra, the real Petra, and so to pursue after his own desires for a quick fix rather than patiently waiting for her and bringing her the full extent of his desire…seemed to outright cheapen what it could be.

He gave a simple shake of his head as he turned on his side toward her, sliding an arm over her hips as he pulled her the rest of the way against his chest more completely, careful to keep his legs bent at an angle that would prevent her from brushing against his still rather prominent erection, as he had no intention of telling her about his dirty little dream, nor his less than admirable response to it in the heat of the moment.

There was a gentleness, a thankfulness to his actions as he carefully brushed the hair out of her face and held her against him, one arm resting over her stomach and the other cradling her shoulder as he embraced her carefully. He took a slight breath, deciding to himself that he didn't care if his words caused her to stir or not - hell, let her hear him, let her know full well what his intentions were, because it wouldn't change a damn thing now that he had his mind made up.

"When that cast comes off," he stated softly as he leaned closer toward her still, his lips brushing against the expanse of her forehead in a whisper of a kiss, "Nothing will stop me from having you, Petra."

At his words, as though understanding him even through the confines of her sleep, he heard a contented 'Mmhm' from the woman resting in his arms, and she even went as far as to give a slight nod in response before shifting again just slightly, moving until her head came to rest directly on top of his chest before she fell perfectly still again.

He gave a slight smile at the way she relaxed into him so easily, and he rewrapped his arms around her carefully to accommodate her adjusted position, admittedly enjoying the way she felt when lying beside him like this. As much as he hadn't wanted to sleep next to her when she had first presented the idea, fearing what would happen and perhaps in some ways, knowing his fears had in fact been validated because his dreams had more than gotten the best of him, even still, he knew that with Petra laying so close to him, her head on his chest and her gentle breathing over his neck, he would fall asleep again, and rather easily.

In truth, he, perhaps at least, could get used to it, and maybe even enjoy it.

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End of Chapter

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Ayyye yall, remember that little M rating for this story? Yeah. That's a thing and I haven't forgotten about it. And as much as I enjoy (finally) getting to put some physicality in here, because Levi is a very physical person – an additional speech I'm sure I'll get into another day because that's another one of my ride or die Levi rules as an author – but I just honestly…love how this developed, even if it didn't start or end the way poor Levi might have wanted.

Were yall expecting to see character development in a chapter like this? I hope so, because it's there and you can't really miss it. Bummer is, and I do mean a true bummer, I don't like forcing explicit material down anyone's throats. I somewhat told myself back in the day that as material like this came about, I would make sure that such chapters didn't have anything other than what was happening in the moment, that way for those who wanted to skip over such things, they didn't miss anything important plot wise but…. *insert long sigh*

It's just not going to happen. As scenes like this have come about in later chapters – to neither confirm or deny anything of course – I've found that there's always some very crucial interactions that occur with either one or both of them, because with Levi being really only able to most accurately express himself in a physical manner, to then Petra, who only can accept and return physical affection if her emotions are there to match…it creates a perfect storm where those more explicit moments between them carry very important conversations and themes,and I can't sideline in mere attempts to make this story more PG13.

I'm sorry yall, but there's not going to be a way for me to separate such material for a later time, while still keep true to their characters so…yeah? For the most part I get the vibe that my general reading audience is looking forward to their growing physical relationship, so for most of yall business as usual – but for my readers who are not and were hoping for less intimate details, well truly and sincerely, my deepest apologies because you'll have some material to sort though. I can't change it, but I understand any frustrations. None the less, I hope yall enjoyed a more detailed look into where they are right now, and I will see yall next Sunday!

~Mid