"When did it all start?" Levi wondered, brushing his lips against the column of Petra's pale neck. 'When did he start caring about her so much that he started giving a fuck who she's with?'

He nipped at her skin, a gasp erupting from her mouth, spurring him on as he peppered her skin with open-mouthed kisses. His hands roamed her neck, her breast, her side, her thigh, greedily exploring every part of her body, savoring the feel of it under his palms; after all, who knows if this is the last time he can have her like this.

He sees the way he looks at her-that MP piece of shit-every time he's with her. He looks at her with this ugly smile, an obvious glint sparkling in eyes. He looks at her like this prize he can have if he can sway her enough.

It repulsed Levi.

On more than one occasion, Levi would walk towards him, hands balled into a fist, jaw painfully clenched; and just before he would swing his fist, an irritating voice would whisper in his ear:

What right do you have to be angry?

Levi swallowed, occupying himself to get rid of the thoughts in his head.

What else are you to her except her fuck buddy?

Levi crashed his lips against her, terrified the wrong words would tumble out of his lips and scare her away from his bed. He pulled away from her lips to kiss her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses on her cheek. He chanced biting her at the edge, just below her earlobe, discreet enough that her hair can hide it, but dark enough that someone-hopefully-might notice it.

There were so many things that he couldn't say to her that he just conveys through his love-making. Pick me, he writes on her thigh; choose me, he traces on her hips; don't leave me, he whispers against her lips

Levi was hyper-aware of Petra's other hand as it danced across Levi's heaving chest, making his body hum with desire, his heart burn with passion. His right hand grazed the skin of her waist, relishing in the softness of it, before sliding it up, up, up and stopping at her breast, massaging it slowly.

He pulled away slowly to stare at her for a moment, bare and beautiful. His eyes roamed her skin, peppered with freckles, the curve of her hips, both the softness and hardness of her body. His finger traced her sides, rib bone to rib bone, as he appreciated the countless bruises he had given her from so many of their nights together. His fingertips skimmed over the one on her chest above her left breast, just above her heart.

Levi saw the way Petra's eyes softened as she realized the tender way his calloused hands were touching her skin. She took his hand and pulled closer to her lips, kissing it softly.

Levi exhaled harshly. Does she even know how she affects him?

His emotions were spilling over his heart. Afraid that Petra would discover it, he thrusted into her, a groan erupting from his lips. He gripped her hips, holding it in place, as he rocked against her, moans and sighs flying out her mouth.

Sometimes Levi thinks Petra understands him and his emotional retardation, she'd see the softness in his dead eyes, notice how completely delicate his rough palms would become when he'd touch her; but then he'd remember that she's like that with everyone. Sweet, sweet Petra, always looking out for everyone, completely oblivious to the way she had Captain Levi on a leash.

"Levi," she moaned in his ear.

"Say my name again," he breathed, just in case he'd forget, just in case she'd forget. He wants to memorize the way his name sounds with her voice, how it easily rolls from her tongue to her lips.

You don't own her.

Shut up.

She can leave you if she wants to and you can't do anything about it.

Fuck you.

Levi welcomed how Petra bit his shoulder, raking her fingernails across his back. Just as he had marked her chest, she marked his back. Their breaths mingled within the minute space between them, Levi's eyes never leaving her face. He watched the way desire overcame Petra's features and wondered idly if this is the last time he's going to see it.

Petra's pants were getting louder, her leg curling beside Levi's waist, as he moved faster against her. Her breath hitched, hands fisting the sheets. She welcomed her first wave of pleasure. Chest heaving, she looked at him with hooded eyes. Levi kissed her again and again, and again, savoring the taste of her, imprinting it in his mind, before she's gone.

What do you have?

What can you give her that's better than his?

He has no riches, no home, not the promise not the safety of tomorrow. Compared to that MP douchebag, he has absolutely nothing. So he tried his goddamn best to make love to her better-because what else can he do-and prayed to anyone that listened that it would be enough to make her stay.

Breath hitched

See stars

Skin pricle

Describe sweat (taste, look, smell)

Caress

Licl lps

Threw head back in mattress

Hook leg in waist

Knee between thig

Tickling breath

Hip roll

Digging fingers

Mouth remained oh

Bite lips

Hot and incessant

Rock

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