Deprived

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Summary: Levi's appetite had become quite insatiable and she had grown worried he might be turning into a sex addict.

Petra was towel drying her hair, lost in her thoughts when she heard the door open and shut quietly. She knew who it was and continued her task. He was waiting on her bed, sitting with his back against the wall. She shivered internally at the wolfish expression on his face.

Levi's eyes roamed her body, covered by a thin cotton nightdress he could almost imagine tearing off her. She climbed on her bed and he immediately moved to her, ready to pin her down and begin. But she pressed her hand against his chest, stopping him. "No."

That took him by surprise. "You want to be on top?" It had been a while. He couldn't remember the last time he had just laid back and let her pleasure him. Although he was happy to let her lead if that was what she wanted.

"No."

Now Levi was confused. "So what do you want to do?"

"Sleep."

"Okay." The disappointment was clear on his face. He scooted to the edge of the bed, letting her slip under the sheets. "Tomorrow then?"

She shook her head. "Actually, not for the rest of the week. So don't come by."

Levi looked startled. "Why not?"

Petra shrugged.

He couldn't understand why she didn't want to have sex with him. A day or two he could understand. But an entire week?

He tried to recall if their intense activities in the bedroom—and many times out, too—were a little too intense, but her performance as a soldier hadn't fallen. Levi was sure she was having as good a time as he was. Is it me? Did she just not find him physically attractive anymore? Had she grown tired of him? If that were the case, she'd rather she tell him upfront that dance around trying not to hurt his feelings.

Petra looked over her shoulder, lying under the sheets. "Are you still here?"

He didn't know how to ask her without hurting his pride or making her uncomfortable. "I'm just leaving. I'll see you in the morning."

She lifted her head, straining her ears to listen to his fading footsteps. Satisfied, she settled in. I'm so silly. The last few weeks, Levi hadn't been able to keep his hands off of her. At first, she was lost in the thrill of wanting herself in his arms, pulled into empty rooms in the middle of the day or behind a tree while the rest of their squad trained close-by.

Levi's appetite had become quite insatiable and she had grown worried he might be turning into a sex addict.

There was nothing emotional between them. So it was the only thing that would drive him to act with such vigor. Sex was just a way to release tension, to have some fun in their demanding lives, a way to feel good. They deserved at least that much for constantly putting their lives on the line for humanity.

She remembered the first time she lay with Levi. It had been after an expedition, a good one. Or as good as they could get. Most of the Scouts had gone home, as had her teammates. Her captain had come to her room to wish her a safe journey home.

They had been feeling high from a successful mission and for getting permission for Hange to capture Titans for her experiments. They could learn more about their enemies and potentially gain important information about them.

One minute they had been talking, feeling hopeful, the next minute, they were tearing at each other's clothes.

They knew it was incredibly inappropriate. They'd still done it once more before deciding not to let it happen again. But they'd had a taste and craved more, eventually giving in to their bodies' desires and agreeing it was nothing but casual sex. No emotions, no expectations, no strings attached.

Petra had enjoyed their secret relationship in the past few months. But in the last two weeks, she wondered if something was different. They were, as she believed the appropriate term went, fucking like rabbits in heat.

She didn't see any harm in taking a break. There's nothing to worry about. Surely Levi would have whined and kicked a fuss if he wasn't becoming fixated on sex.

Humming to herself, Petra cleaned her gear. The rest of her squad sat beside her, enjoying the cool breeze. They were talking about their plans for the weekend, visiting their families.

"Man, I can't wait to get out of here."

"Me too."

"Captain's been in a really foul mood for some reason."

Petra paused in her task and looked up. "Really?"

"How have you not noticed?" Gunther asked.

"He's been so harsh during training," Erd said.

"But he's always strict. And we're nearing an expedition so he's likely to be stricter than normal."

"Not like this," Oluo whined. "I'd say he's not getting any but this is Captain Levi we're talking about."

Erd snickered, nodding. "Captain Levi and sex. I can just see his grossed out face at the idea of doing the deed."

Petra's brow furrowed, thinking back. "I guess he has been a little cranky."

"A little?" Gunther snorted. "The other day he accidentally knocked a bottle of ink off his desk and let out a string of curses that I'm too embarrassed to even repeat. And you should've seen the look on his face, it would've sent the Titans running for the hills."

Oh boy. Petra thought. Being deprived of sex for almost a week had shortened the corporal's fuse. She spent the weekend mulling over the conundrum. She ached for his touch and had missing touching him. But the lack of sex seemed to have given him a terrible temper.

Petra decided he'd have to learn to control himself better, and she couldn't let him touch her until he did.

The knock at the door came as no surprise to her. Outside, the night sky was dark and twinkling with countless stars. What a lovely view.

She stood and opened the door. Levi stood before her, almost expressionless except for the glint in his gray eyes. As requested, he hadn't gotten close to her for seven days and nights. He looks ready to pounce. She found herself wanting to forget her decision just this once, be a little flexible and suggest only having their sexy sessions maybe twice a week. Maybe he wasn't the only one who was extra horny lately. Stay strong, Ral! Don't give in to the temptation!

Levi was waiting for her to let him in and she tried to keep her expression neutral. "Hey," she said, unable to decide if she wanted to call him Levi or Captain Levi.

He folded his arms, the gesture bringing comfort against her blank stare. "It's been a week."

"Well, about that." She mirrored his pose. "I'm not really feeling up to it."

"Oh." He tried to make his expression neutral, uninterested even. The tension in his body gave him away, though. "If you want."

What she wanted for him to pick her up and take her to bed.

"If you change your mind..." He trailed off.

"I will let you know."

Petra closed the door and stood still. A few seconds passed before she heard him walk away. Leaning back against the door, she sighed. She had wanted to jump his bones so badly. He couldn't have reached the end of the hallway so there was still time to call him back. Control, Petra. Control!

The next ten days they kept their distance. Only behaving like a captain and a subordinate should.

Mercifully, Levi seemed to be getting himself under control because she seemed to be losing hers little by little every passing day.

Petra chewed her lip in worry, staring at the door with worry. What if she had waited too long and he was no longer interested? She shook her head. Stop psyching yourself out. She straightened and knocked, receiving a quiet command to enter.

Her nerves were eased when he looked at her a touch too long. "Petra," he said as a greeting.

He's not calling me Ral, she thought optimistically. The usage of the last name meant he was upset, as she had learned over the years. "How's it coming?" She gestured to the paperwork.

"Not as terrible as I was expecting."

She stood and walked to the window behind him, closing it. "It's getting chilly."

Levi nodded, grunting in agreement.

Petra looked at the stars so she wouldn't have to look at him and get embarrassed. The break had turned her shy. "If your paperwork won't take long, then later, you can come over, if you want."

"You sure?" Levi asked, unable to disguise the hopefulness in his voice.

Petra smiled, relieved. His eyes widened when she came to sit on his lap, legs wrapped around either side of the chair. "Or," she murmured softly, brushing his lips with hers, one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hair, "if you don't wanna wait..."

Levi captured her mouth immediately, kissing her passionately. Her heart raced as his hands roamed over her body. She grinded her hips against his, creating sweet friction. He moaned pleasantly against her mouth, getting her excited. Trembling fingers began unbuttoning her shirt, untucking it and pushing it open.

A shiver went down her spine at the look of raw desire in his eyes. She arched her back, gasping when he massaged her breasts enthusiastically, eyes locked in on her face, drinking in her happy expression. His hands quickly went to her back and unclipped her bra. It was soon on the floor with her shirt.

Petra sighed, feeling him lick and squeeze and caress her flesh. Levi completely buried his face into her plush breasts. He had missed that feeling a lot.

"Hmn." She closed her eyes, stroking his hair while his mouth sucked at the underside of one of her breasts while his fingers rubbed and squeezed the other nipple with just enough pressure to pleasure her without causing pain.

Their fun was interrupted at the sudden knock and the jiggling of the doorknob.

"Levi!" Hange's voice came from the other side of the door. They froze. "I can see the light under the door! I know you're in there! So don't pretend you aren't!"

Petra immediately got up and snatched her shirt off the floor and threw her arms through the sleeves before he could even begin to protest. Hange's fists banged on the door again. Levi's expression became murderous. "I'm coming," Petra called out, quickly buttoning up the shirt, leaving it untucked.

Face pinched in an expression of fury, Levi combed his fingers through his hair and kicked Petra's bra under his desk. The redhead opened the door and smiled. "Hi, Hange."

"Hey, Petra."

"Come in." She stepped aside. "Captain." She looked to the short man whose's expression had cooled somewhat, though he still looked extremely irritated. "I'll see you later." He caught the meaning in her words and nodded mutely. "Goodnight, Squad Leader Hange," she said to the taller woman.

"Goodnight," the scientist replied cheerily.

Petra left before Hange could ask why she was there. It wasn't so late that her presence in his office would raise questions, but better safe than sorry. She didn't have to wait long before Levi slipped in. She let the sheets fall off to reveal her naked upper body, a flirtatious smile across her lips. "Now, why don't we pick up where we left off..."

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