Under the Covers

Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin (or The Flash)

Summary: Based on my not so clever wordplay with Rivetra Week 2015 Prompt Undercover

Yeah, it doesn't fully match the prompt, but it's already three years late anyway.

Levi raised an eyebrow as Petra downed another shot. Maybe I should stop her. Except she rarely drank and he didn't want to spoil her fun. From the loud cheering, it was clear his squad was having fun, too. Free drinks on him, it was his birthday gift to her. Of course, the others were on their own.

Now he was starting to think buying drinks for the men might have been cheaper in comparison. At the rate Petra was going, his wallet was going to starve. She doesn't drink often, he has told himself. He should let her have her fun. Drinking occasionally meant her tolerance had to be shit. Or so he had thought.

Thud!

And she just drank Bozado under the table. Levi eyed the unconscious man with something akin to pity. He was under the impression his copycat subordinate had been trying to impress his female teammate with his drinking skills while simultaneously working up the courage to tell her his feelings. Feelings Levi didn't think she reciprocated. In any case, the arrogant boasts came off as insults—as usual—but this time Petra yelled she accepted the challenge. Which led to the current situation with one subordinate passed out, one laughing his ass off, and one too drunk to stand properly. He was glad at least Gunther had the decency to stay sober enough to make sure his drunken comrades made it back in one piece.

"I should demote Erd and make you my new second-in-command."

"Thank you, Cap—Levi." Gunther corrected himself.

They were off-duty and Levi had insisted they drop the title during that time. It was a testament to how comfortable he was around them to occasionally relax with them and forget about his stressful position for a little while.

"Aww, I'm not that drunk," Erd said, blue eyes unfocused.

"I'm over here, idiot." Levi sighed. "Why don't you two take this one and head back?" He said to Gunther and gestured to Oluo. "I'll pay and take this one," he pointed at the recently passed out Petra, "and follow." He didn't trust his second-in-command not to walk into a tree or the side of a building while carrying the unconscious woman.

Putting away his pathetically skinny wallet, Levi slung the sleeping redhead over his shoulder and walked out. The full moon lit the empty streets, proving plenty of light to guide him back to the inn they were staying at for the duration of their trip. He had come with Mike to talk with their suppliers while his team tagged along to tour the town for Petra's birthday.

The streets were eerie and quiet. Levi liked that. No suffocating crowds and annoying people pointing and staring at him. His three subordinates were nowhere in sight. Gunther knew the town well and had probably hurried them through a shortcut while Levi took his time, still carrying Petra over his shoulder.

"...Uwh..."

"Are you awake?"

"...Mhm...more..."

"More? More what? Surely you don't mean more alcohol." He shook his head. "I think you've abused your liver enough for one night." She wiggled around, trying to break free. "If you keep doing that you're going to slip and fall face first and I'll laugh."

"I wanna walk."

"No, I don't think so. I don't trust you and your impaired judgment not to do something foolish."

Petra let out a huff. Then she giggled.

It creeped him out a little. "What was—" Levi let out a strangled gasp. "Did you just grab my ass?"

"Did I?"

Levi clicked his tongue. "You're a pervert. A drunken pervert. I should dump your ass here."

"You won't," Petra claimed in a singsongy voice.

He grunted. "I'll get you back for that when you're sober. It'll be more fun then."

"No, you won't."

"Is that a challenge, Ral?"

She didn't answer.

"Petra?"

Silence.

"You better be asleep and not trying to molest me again, got it?"

Petra poked his side. Then she did it again a few seconds later. And again. And again.

"The hell are you doing now?"

"Aren't you ticklish?"

"No," Levi stated bluntly.

"Too bad." The pout was clear in her voice. "I wanted to hear you laugh."

"You'll hear me laugh tomorrow when I embarrass you in front of everyone for being a pervert when you're drunk."

"Like you aren't one, too!"

"Of course I'm not."

"Liar. I've noticed you staring at me."

Levi forgot how to breathe for a second. Apparently he wasn't as careful as he thought. When had she seen him?

Petra kept quiet after that.

"Wait." Levi, ever the clean-freak, held out his hand to stop her. "Take off your boots." She blinked and balanced on one foot, wobbling very much and leaning to one side as she tried to unlace her boot. "Never mind." Levi took her arm and sat her down on the bed before she fell. "I'll do it."

He was only unlacing her boots and pulling them off. Still, it felt so intimate to her that her face turned red. "Ah," she said, covering her burning cheeks with her hands, "so embarrassing, you're removing my clothes."

The theatrics brought upon an eye-roll. "I don't want to hear this shy shit from the woman who was groping me just minutes earlier." Next, he helped her out of her jacket and folded it up, placing it at the end of the bed. "Now get under the covers," Levi ordered, pointing to the bed.

Instead of following through like a good soldier, she pulled off her shirt in one move and tossed it away. He was distracted by the white blouse landing ungracefully on the dirty ground and she took off her skirt.

"Petra, what are you doing?" Levi kept his eyes glued to the clothes he was straightening and not her underwear-clad body.

"It's too hot." Fabric rustled and the bed creaked.

"It's winter." Feeling it was safe enough to peek, he was relieved to see her under the covers. She shrugged. It's the alcohol.

"Did you take a peek? At my goods?"

"No, I did not take a peek at your goods."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh." She tugged up the comforter, covering her mouth. "Okay."

"You sound disappointed, Petra."

"I'm not," she said and looked away. "But it's okay if you did."

"And why is that?" Levi asked curiously.

"Cause you're a good person."

"What?"

Petra pulled the comforter down, smiling gently. "Heroes deserve a reward every now and then."

"I'm no hero."

"Yes, you are," she replied with sincerity. "You're flawed and you don't hide that." She stared at the ceiling. "And you're so honest and fair and obsessed about cleaning and a little prickly, too, but you really care about your comrades and fight for what you believe. I really admire all that about you."

It was the first time someone ever called out his traits, but not as insults. She didn't say anything about his Titan-slaying abilities and leadership skills. People always saw him as a symbol. It was a refreshing change and he appreciated having someone notice and even admire the flawed human behind it.

Levi crossed his arms, refusing to acknowledge he felt touched by her words. "If you say so."

"Are you sure you don't want to look? Just a little?" Petra brought her index finger and thumb close, leaving less than half an inch of space.

"No. But I'll let you know if I change my mind," he said dryly.

"Okay," she agreed. He was almost about to leave when she spoke again, more so to herself. "And you're always so nice."

"Nice? Me? You are even drunker than I thought."

Amber eyes full of warmth flicked to him. "You are nice. You're always nice to me," she insisted.

Levi opened his mouth, then thought better of arguing with an intoxicated woman. "Maybe," he said. "You're the only exception, then." Her smile widened at that. "No more talking, go to sleep." He turned to leave, stopping at the tugging on his sleeve.

"Can I ask one last thing, Levi?"

He sighed, relenting, "If you must."

"Will you stay?"

"That's not very appropriate."

"Just until I fall asleep."

Levi stared at her doe-like eyes and felt his resolve crumble.

"Please?"

"Fine," he gave in grudgingly, and she beamed. She was going to pass out soon anyway.

Thin fingers moved from his sleeve and curled around his hand. Levi sat and watched her drift away. As he had predicted, she was out cold in minutes, her breathing even and face peaceful in slumber.

Her lips were slightly parted.

It was very cute.

Mentally shaking off the inappropriate thoughts, he gently removed her fingers from his and stood. This is bad. Friendship was one thing, but this proximity he had with her was heading toward dangerous waters. A territory he was unfamiliar with and frightened by. Nothing good would come out of it.

Levi stepped back. He had to distance himself before things started to escalate. No need to set themselves up for disappointment. A relationship would go nowhere for them. Moving quietly, he shut the door behind him.

Walking toward his room, Levi wondered briefly, if it was another time and another place and they were two normal people, how differently would the night have ended.

Maybe with him under the covers with her.

It was supposed to be about Petra's drunken antics. Then I remembered drunk Caitlin and her talk with Barry and elements from that trickled in.

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