Escort Part II

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Previously: Petra asks Levi to walk her from the library to her car since it's late at night and she doesn't want to walk alone.

Petra checked over her shoulder and sighed at the two laughing over their drinks.

Twenty minutes had passed and they'd yet to separate. Well, it's safe to assume she has a ride home. Just to be sure, she sent a text to her friend. An apology came back and Petra quickly replied, not minding. With another sigh, she bagged her phone and started for the exit.

Petra paused, then checked over her shoulder once more, a thoughtful look on her face.

"Do you need me to walk you to your car again?"

A pleasant tingle went down her spine when she recognized the voice. Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush. She turned, feeling a wide smile stretch across her face without permission, heart leaping in joy. She couldn't believe it. "Levi! Wow, I wasn't expecting to run into you tonight."

"It's my friend's birthday." He gestured over his shoulder. "And we're celebrating."

"Oh yeah, you mentioned that last time."

"What about you?" Levi asked, casually taking a sip of his beer. "Hanging with friends, or maybe a date?"

"I don't have a boyfriend. I came with a group but, the couple ditched, one had a family thing come up, and the other one, she found a friend from high school and they've been catching up." Petra glanced at the two again. "I was supposed to be the designated driver but she's getting a ride from him. I wasn't sure if I should let her go with him."

"You're a good friend. Don't worry, Erd was my roommate until last year, I promise he's not a pervert."

Petra nodded, straightening up. "Well, alright, I'll take your word for it."

"So, are you going home or do you want to grab a drink?"

She hesitated. "I don't know, I'm driving."

"You can have soda or whatever," Levi said quickly. "I mean, if you want," he added, not wanting to appear too eager.

"Yeah, why not?"

Levi led her to a quiet corner. "Don't you want to sit with your friends?" Petra asked.

He nodded to where they were sitting, talking loudly and doing shot after shot. "I give them ten minutes tops before they're kicked out for being too loud and annoying. How have you been?"

"I've been well," she replied. "You?"

"Fine," he said. "How's Marshmallow?"

Petra was delighted he remembered her dog. "He's great!" She started talking about the beagle while he listened patiently, smiling. They jumped through many topics before she realized she should go.

"I should head home, too," Levi said.

"How're you going home?"

As predicted, his friends had been asked to leave, leaving him without a ride. They thought he had left already. Erd, their designated driver, had given Levi's spot to Petra's friend. "I'm calling a cab," he said.

"I can take you home," she offered.

"Really? I don't want to be a bother."

"Do you live very far from here?"

"No."

"Then it's no bother at all."

Petra parked before the apartment building. "Here we are."

He unclipped the seatbelt. "Thanks."

C'mon, Petra, do it now before he leaves. Ask for his number! She tried to build up her courage. Petra opened her mouth but Levi beat her to it.

"Do you wanna come in? Have some tea and grab a snack or something? You've only had a soda."

"Alright," she agreed immediately. "We could finish that conversation." Petra studied his apartment curiously.

"I've been told I'm a clean-freak."

"I can see why." His place was neat and clean. Not a single item was out of place. There was a lingering scent in the apartment that reminded her of him. She looked at the framed photos curiously. "Is this your sister? She's very pretty."

"Cousin. She's in high school right now."

"I don't have any siblings or cousins. I've always wanted one though. It seems like so much fun!"

"Trust me, it's not always great. Mikasa drives me up the wall sometimes."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"But the crazy moments are usually the ones we look back on the most and laugh at the hardest."

Petra joined him in the kitchen, sitting on a barstool, arms on the granite countertop, watching him move with ease. Small shifts in weight and slowed responses attested to his slightly drunken state. "Thanks." She picked up the cup of tea, blowing on it to cool it before taking a sip. "This is pretty good."

"So you admit tea is better than coffee," Levi said, smirking.

"Not a chance," she replied, not missing a beat. "I said it's good. Coffee's still better."

Levi was surprised by how easy it was to talk to her, losing themselves in the important philosophy of coffee vs. tea then jumping to funny personal stories.

"I can't believe it." Petra giggled. "You really did that?"

"Yup, out there somewhere in the great vastness that is the Internet, there is a picture of me wearing saggy pants with half my ass practically hanging out. I decided then and there never to make a bet with Hange ever again." That had been the most embarrassing week of his life.

Normally, that wasn't a story he was ever eager to share, but the alcohol had brought down his inhibitions. It also didn't hurt that Petra had the cutest laugh he'd ever heard and the way her whole face lit up with delight caused butterflies to flutter in his stomach.

She was facing him, body shaking in laughter, causing her to place her hand on his knee to steady herself. Levi's breath hitched. Unconsciously, he leaned forward. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes twinkling, a bright smile on her face.

Levi's heart pounded rapidly in his chest, the space between their faces shrinking. Her eyes fell to his lips, gently biting her own. He felt a wave of heat when their lips finally touched. To his joy, she was as eager as he was. Her breathing quickened, feeling his lips trail down to her neck. She gasped and giggled at the feeling, very much enjoying herself.

Running his hands down her thighs, he guided her legs around his waist and picked her up without effort. His muscles! Petra felt his firm biceps underneath his shirt, excited and thrilled. She didn't care to look around his bedroom, insight into the man he was. She only cared that the bed was comfortable and Levi was looming over, looking utterly sexy.

He brought his lips to hers, kissing her and loving the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. She parted her mouth, letting his tongue in.

There was a sharp taste of alcohol and she whimpered. He's... The heavy make-out session sent a wave of pleasure all over her body. ...so good. Petra moaned sweetly when one of his hands went under her shirt, caressing and squeezing her soft, warm flesh. Her mind was hazy from his kisses and touch. Suddenly, it hit her.

Levi felt her stop responding, going completely still and froze in turn. Her expression had changed from pleasure to uncertainty then quickly to worry. "What's wrong?" Levi asked, voice husky from desire.

"I...I can't."

Levi felt utterly confused. She had kissed him back passionately, wrapping her arms and legs around him, making sounds of approval and happiness when he picked her up and took her to bed. He racked his brain but he was certain he hadn't misread anything. Maybe she doesn't want this. His thoughts raced as quick as lightning. Maybe she only wanted to kiss and make-out instead of going all the way.

They'd only met once before. They barely knew each other except for the things they'd learned in the last few hours. Levi didn't want her to misunderstand. He wanted something more than just a one-night stand. She could want more, too. He hoped she did. But was she under the impression a one-night stand was all he wanted?

"I'm sorry." She looked at him worriedly. "This is, it's not right."

"What?" His heart was racing from despair now. She was so beautiful and smart and kind and he had wondered how it was possible for her not to have a boyfriend. Could that be it? She had a boyfriend. Was she feeling guilty because she was already with someone else?

"I can't take advantage of you."

"Huh?" Levi blinked, startled. "Take advantage?" The dread disappeared, leaving him feeling relieved and glad to be wrong for once.

"You're drunk," Petra went on. "I can't do this. It's not right," she said firmly.

"Are you serious?" He looked down at her incredulously, feeling amused and relaxed now.

"Yes, I am not going to take advantage of you."

She's too fucking cute. Levi smirked at her pretty face so resolute, stroking her cheek. "Petra, you are in my apartment, in my bed, pinned under my body. I assure you, if anyone here's being taken advantage of, it's not me."

"But you're drunk—"

"Not that drunk." He settled on his elbows to lounge over her in a more comfortable manner and without putting too much weight on her.

"Drunk enough that you can't drive, which means you're too under the influence to make proper judgment calls," Petra insisted.

Levi frowned. "Is this some weird form of rejection?"

"What? No! I mean—yes! It is. This time."

"That implies there's a next time." He perked up. She blushed, firing up his hormones once again. Levi's thumb brushed her lips. "I'm perfectly fine. Trust me. I'd want this drunk or sober."

Petra squirmed, not looking like she was having fun anymore. "You're drunk. You don't know that."

Levi stared at her for a few seconds before he sighed, shifting his weight and lying next to her. Nothing killed the mood like watching your partner look uncomfortable and awkward. "Fine, you can have mercy on me this time. But next time, I fully expect you to take complete advantage of me, got it?" He demanded lightly.

"Okay," Petra said, at ease.

She was watching with such an expression of sweetness and warmth, it made him feel incredibly light and happy. What is she doing to me? He decided this must be what it felt like to be on a cloud. Or was it the booze?

Levi couldn't look away. Her beautiful amber eyes pulled at him. It was magnetic. No, not alcohol, he decided He reached out to touch a lock of her soft hair. It was definitely her.

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