Chapter Three
"I asked you a question!" Historia flinched as his voice sliced through her. She felt herself subconsciously take several steps back as she noticed a savage glint amidst the flecks of dark blue in the Captain's eyes as he watched her. "We could see the smoke from over twenty kilometers away! Might as well have lit a beacon."
"What's going on?" Sasha asked groggily wiping her eyes as she and the other cadets shuffled downstairs. The Captain wordlessly stormed into the kitchen to inspect the damage. Against her better judgment, Historia followed him, clutching a hand to her chest as a coughing fit threatened to overwhelm her.
"Looks like we'll have to replace the pot." Hange Zoe informed the Captain with a tired frown before noticing Historia's figure watching them earnestly.
"Like fuck we do!" The Captain swore as he watched Moblit gingerly carry the still-smoking pot outside. "I want that pot spotless once it's cool enough to touch. Do you understand me?" He barked at Historia. The blonde nodded quietly, bowing her head as the heat of unshed tears threatened to overwhelm her.
"Alright, show's over. Return back to bed." Nifa said after receiving a pointed look from the Section Commander.
Historia turned to follow her peers upstairs when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Hange Zoe flashed her an unnaturally broad smile as she nodded towards the back door. The blonde blinked blankly as the eccentric scout led her out into the garden by the hand, pausing to commend a coughing Moblit with a hard pat on his back before leading her further away from the cottage.
"You must have been starving." Section Commander Hange Zoe said kindly as she dug out a ration bar from the folds of her traveling cloak which she dusted off before handing it to the petite blonde. "Here have this." Historia managed a small smile as she fought back tears, shaking her head in anger and frustration.
"I wasn't cooking for myself," Historia explained meekly. "I thought you and the Captain might be hungry when you returned from Trost."
"I see." The Section Commander mused quietly retracting her hand. "Well, your heart was clearly in the right place."
"I'm so sorry." The blonde buckled under the weight of her humiliation. The sting of the Captain's words still radiated through her like a vicious slap against her skin. "I don't know what I was thinking. Even when I try to help I still end up making a mess of things."
"You mustn't be so hard on yourself." Section Commander Hange Zoe said as she pulled out a handkerchief. Historia reached out to accept the handkerchief but was gently brushed aside as the Section Commander carefully pressed the cloth to her nose, urging her to blow with a small pinch.
Historia froze as an inexplicable feeling of déjà vu struck her. She obediently blew into the Section Commander's hand and felt her cheeks flush when the older woman patted her head warmly as she withdrew her hand.
"T-thank you."
Section Commander Hange Zoe inexplicably doubled over, grabbing a hold of a nearby fence with one hand as she slapped her knee with the other, amusement squeezing her eyes shut. Historia watched her quietly, light blue eyes wide with concern and alarm.
"Forgive me," Section Commander Hange said as she slowly but surely regained her composure. "It's just...I was remembering Levi's face when he saw the smoke."
Historia's eyes widened even more as she recalled the uncharacteristic traces of sweat on the Captain's normally-impeccable clothing. She clenched her fists against her knees as shame filled her.
No wonder he was beside himself. She thought. He must have seen the smoke and naturally assumed the worst. She shifted to face the burnt pot, watching black columns of smoke rising higher and higher. It reminded her of the controlled wildfires her grandfather and the other farmers often created in the fall.
"I'm sorry for causing you both so much trouble," Historia said with a salute. The Section Commander considered her quietly for several moments before beckoning her to join her leaning against the fence. Historia wordlessly complied with a curious frown. They stood there, Historia's elbow pressing against the redhead's waist as the taller woman cleaned her glasses with the hem of her shirt before returning them to their perch atop her nose.
"This can't have been easy for you." Section Commander Hange Zoe stated bluntly. "The loss of your peers and comrades, the betrayal of your closest friends, discovering your best friend's secret. Not to mention your seriously messed up childhood. It's a lot for any one person to endure in a lifetime and still I can't shake this feeling that this is only the beginning." There was a small pause as they both turned to watch the steady brightening of the eastern horizon.
"I just wish I wasn't so helpless," Historia admitted, hugging her side self-consciously. "Mikasa and the others are all so strong and agile—even Armin's brain has been invaluable to us on more than one occasion. Ymir saved us from the titans at Utgard castle, Armin figured out Annie's identity as the Female Titan, Eren sealed the hole in the Trost district and saved us from Reiner and Bertholdt, and Connie's the only reason we now know about the secret origins of the titans. Me? What have I contributed? What do I bring to the table other than a cute face and a docile personality?"
"Charisma," Section Commander Hange replied with a shrug when Historia turned to give her a puzzled look. "Strength comes in different types."
"Why is mine the type of strength that doesn't matter?" The blonde asked with a frustrated sigh. "I don't even have Eren's conviction and stubborn desire to succeed. After everything Reiner and Bertholdt did, I'm still not sure if I would have attacked them like Mikasa did—even if it was to save a friend."
"Just because the meaning isn't clear or understood by us does not mean the thing is senseless." Section Commander Hange offered vaguely. "I'm sure a time will come when your friends will thank you for delivering them. You just have to be patient." As she spoke, she lifted a hand to stifle a wide yawn as she stretched her free hand high into the air.
"Thank you." Historia murmured as the Section Commander kicked off the fence and began making her way indoors. The blonde lingered outside to check on the burnt pot. The handle stung her when she reached out to touch it, forcing her to retract her hand and return indoors. Shutting the door behind her, she decided to clean up the kitchen and get started on making breakfast while she waited for the pot to finish cooling.
She tried desperately to occupy her thoughts with anything other than Ymir's whereabouts as her body moved about sweeping, scrubbing and mopping every surface within the kitchen. When she was done, she moved over to clean and reorganize the pantry. For the most part, she had managed to banish almost all thoughts of Ymir to the back of her mind as she focused on finishing each task.
"Good morning Historia." Jean had greeted quietly causing the blonde to blink up at him, clearly taken aback. Light blue eyes scanned the kitchen in confusion, taking in the rays of sunlight streaming into the kitchen with a confused frown. "Gosh. You did all this?" She nodded timidly, shuffling towards the corner as her classmate moved to inspect the stove with an impressed sigh. She started again when she noticed Connie and Sasha outside in the yard inspecting the burnt pot with low whistles.
"Guys be careful it's—" Her words cut off as Sasha lifted the pot off the ground without any sign of pain or discomfort. Slipping out of her apron and setting her broomstick down, Historia sprinted outside to inspect the pot for herself.
"You look horrible," Connie observed as he watched her kneel down to scrape the inside of the pot. "Have you been up all night?" Historia nodded earning stunned gasps from the pair of them as she rose to lift the pot. Sasha snatched the pot out of her hand as Connie blocked her path.
"Guys I—"
"You need to get some rest," Sasha stated with a concerned frown. "Connie and I will take care of this."
"But the Captain wanted—"
"The pot cleaned," Connie interjected with a sunny smile and thumbs up. "I honestly doubt he'll care who cleaned it as long as it's clean enough."
"Not clean enough." Historia corrected. "Spotless."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sasha said holding the pot high above her head beyond the petite blonde's reach as she reentered the kitchen. "By the time we're through with this thing, Captain Levi will shed tears of joy." Historia stopped in her tracks as Connie clapped her back before joining Sasha inside.
Historia could already see Armin and Jean getting started on making breakfast while Connie and Sasha prepared to begin scraping the pot. Tears of gratitude stung her eyes as she tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ears. She stumbled back into the house on weary feet, pausing briefly to acknowledge her friends with appreciative smiles before climbing upstairs. Along the way, she passed Nifa and Mikasa walking downstairs to relieve the night watch.
She grabbed an empty bucket beside the bathroom and climbed down to draw some water from the well. Pausing to halt a bead of sweat's progress down her nose, she leaned back, tugging the rope as she closed her eyes against the refreshing morning breeze sweeping the valley. Rustic farmhouses connected by winding dirt roads, evergreen forests and vibrant fields of wheat flashed before her mind's eye as she was reminded of her lonely morning routine drawing bathwater from her family's well.
Remembering what she was supposed to be doing, she quickly filled her bucket and returned indoors carrying her bucket upstairs until she reached the bathroom door. Nudging it open with her small shoulder, Historia entered inside and quickly set the bucket down before turning around to shut the door behind her. Pressing her back against the door as she let out a heavy sigh, she ran a small hand through her hair, tugging free her golden yellow hair as she allowed it to hang off her shoulders.
She turned around to scoop out some water to wash her face and hands as she slid down her skirt past her knees and then over her dainty ankles before kicking them off to join her boots and socks. With a small sigh, she bent to fold her skirt into a neat square before scanning the room for a place to set it down. Her hands froze as she spotted a neatly folded pile of clothes already sitting on the nearby bench.
Dark slacks and shoes… She thought as she bent down to inspect the pile. These look a lot like the Captain's clothes. But what are they doing here? At that exact moment a soft sigh froze her in her tracks. Can't be! Her jaw dropped when she turned towards the bathtub and noticed a muscular limb hanging off it.
Against her better judgment, she moved closer to inspect the bathtub and instantly lost all feeling in her arms and legs as she suddenly became lightheaded. It took her several unnaturally long moments to comprehend what she was seeing. But there he lay, pale eyelids drawn over grayish-blue eyes, all traces of his trademark scowl completely gone from his boyish features, his lips parted slightly as his chest rose and fell steadily. Her eyes traced strong, sinewy muscles across his small shoulders, down his bare biceps before falling on his taut abdomen.
Heat filled her cheeks as her gaze strayed lower, curiously landing on his flaccid manhood resting against his inner right thigh. She hastily averted her eyes with a sharp hiss, self-consciously pressing her thighs together as she felt moisture begin to gather along her nether lips. A soft sigh escaped her as Petra's words returned to her, instantly transporting her back to the Captain's office, pressed between his desk and his powerful, lithe frame. She imagined herself in Petra's place, a slender leg somehow sandwiched between his thighs, brushing it against the bulge of his manhood.
The Captain stirred ever so slightly sending the petite blonde fleeing from the bathroom.
Only once she was safely alone inside the females' shared sleeping quarters did she pause to catch her breath, slamming her back against the door as she slid breathlessly to the floor. Hugging her knees to her chest as she tried desperately to shut out images of what she had just seen. Flashes of the Captain's lithe form and flaccid member invaded her mind's eye forcing her to confront the reality of what she had just witnessed.
The Captain is naked and asleep in the bathtub…Captain Levi…The Captain Levi—humanity's strongest warrior—is naked and sleeping in the bathtub!
She self-consciously crossed her legs once more, desperately willing her body to behave. The tingling in her nether regions did not cease and only seemed to intensify as she scanned the room for something—anything—to distract her. Her gaze fell on the fluttering pages of Petra's diary innocently tucked away beneath her bed where she had dropped it hours earlier in her haste.
Captain or lover…but, not both.
Captain Levi is naked in the bathtub…and I saw his…
Without thinking Historia lunged forward, crawling towards her bed where she snatched Petra's diary, her jaw set in a determined scowl. Ignoring the pulsing of her nether lips as she recalled the shape and slightly discolored hue of the Captain's bare manhood, she tucked the diary under her arm and marched towards the doorway.
Enough is enough! She flung the door open and strode purposefully across the hallway. When she reached the two rooms where the boys slept, she pushed open the door adjacent to the cadets' sleeping quarters and peeked in. She froze when she noticed Moblit and two other veteran scouts fast asleep in their respective sleeping bags.
"Reiss." The hairs on the back of Historia's neck shot up at the sound of the Captain's deep voice. "What're you…" His voice trailed off as the blonde squeezed her eyes shut, heat flooding her entire body as she willed herself to wake up from this absurd nightmare. An uncomfortable silence filled the space between them punctuated by the muffled snores of the sleeping scouts and the distant chatter of the cadets in the kitchen below.
Realizing that the moment wouldn't pass any faster with her ignoring the Captain's presence, Historia shifted the diary out of sight as she prepared to face him.
"Don't!" No sooner had the words left his mouth did a light breeze waft through the cottage, carrying with it the horrifying revelation that in her haste to escape from the bathroom, Historia Reiss had forgotten to put on her skirt!
"Did you say something Captain?" Someone called from within the veterans' sleeping quarters. The blonde froze as a figure began to stir within one of the sleeping cots, turning towards the door. Captain Levi quickly closed the distance between them, pressing her body against the door as he pulled it shut.
"N-nothing soldier, as you were." The Captain replied, stuttering slightly as he hastily averted his gaze.
Although he was now dressed in a simple button-up shirt and his usual black slacks, an unnaturally intense heat seemed to radiate from every pore on his body, as the musky scent on his skin invaded her nostrils threatening to overwhelm her. Her eyes fell to the bulge of his Adam's apple, taking in the subtle shift and pull of the muscle against his skin. She traced the smooth column of his neck down to his half-hidden collar bones where his shirt hid the rest of his perfectly-sculpted torso from view. Up close, he was much taller and brawnier than he had seemed splayed out in the bathtub.
The Captain's hands flew to his chest, strong fingers wordlessly tugging each button free in turn. Although he had leaned away somewhat to create enough space to accommodate his moving fingers, Historia had to force her eyes away from his naked torso as he shrugged off his shirt.
"Use this." He offered tersely, practically dumping his shirt on her head as he turned away from her. The blonde blinked from his back to the shirt for several seconds in apparent confusion before finally catching on. Pulling the shirt down from her head, she quickly wrapped it around her naked waist, taking care to secure it around her pert buttocks and dripping womanhood.
"Thank you." She mumbled meekly, shuffling her feet awkwardly as she watched the Captain's back expectantly.
"Chow time! Come and get—" Sasha's announcement abruptly cut off as she caught sight of the Captain and her classmate huddled intimately from the corner of her eye. Historia unconsciously wrapped her hands around the Captain's shoulders, pressing herself against him as she tried to conceal as much of her body as she could behind him.
The Captain must have shot the food-obsessed cadet one of his trademark glares because Sasha hastily pivoted and scampered downstairs with a petrified squeak.
"Tha-" Before she could repeat her gratitude, the Captain had turned and disappeared inside the veterans' sleeping quarters, leaving her blinking foolishly at the space where he had been standing protectively in front of her.
Running a hand through her hair with a relieved sigh, the blonde retraced her steps back to the bathroom to retrieve and change into the rest of her clothes before returning to her sleeping quarters. No sooner had her head collided with her threadbare pillow did her eyelids flutter shut, propelling her into a long, fitful slumber.
She fell to her knees, slipping a finger towards her moist sex. A tight moan threatened to escape her, prompting her to bite it back as she slid a pair of digits into herself. Her breath came out in low, ragged rasps as she felt her nipples harden within her shirt. She shifted her gaze towards the Captain's exposed member, tracing a bead of sweat's progress down the long shaft before reaching out to touch his manhood as her fingers continued thrusting inside her. Her breath hitched painfully as she bit back yet another wanton moan, her nether lips pulsing around her soaked fingers.
She paid no heed when the Captain stirred ever so slightly, throwing caution to the wind as her hips started bucking and grinding awkwardly against her thrusting digits. Her earnest movements slowly but surely settled into an arousing rhythm causing her cheeks to flush shamelessly as her digits drove her closer and closer to her inevitable finish.
A bead of pre-cum had already gathered atop the Captain's mushroom-shaped head prompting her to wipe it off with her thumb. Marveling at its gooey texture, Historia tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she leaned forward, taking the Captain's member into her hot, waiting mouth inch by pulsing inch.
Captain Levi's deceptively boyish features twisted in intense pleasure, his thin lips parting to release a guttural groan as his strong fingers seized a handful of her golden yellow hair, coaxing her lower unto his pulsing manhood. Pursing her lips obediently as her tongue danced and suckled his twitching member with reverent attention, Historia's fingers continued digging a deeper path towards her core, determined to send her over the edge.
"Careful, Historia!" The Captain growled with a pained hiss as his fingers fell away from her bopping head, gripping the edge of the bathtub instead.
Historia tilted her head slightly to the side as she continued her sucking and licking, small hands grabbing hold of the Captain's erection and stroking the spaces her mouth couldn't reach. Between the obscene squelching sound of her digits penetrating her molten sex and the Captain's guttural moans and grunts, her vision began to blur. Lifting her eyelids briefly to study the Captain's expression, she felt her core tighten within her when she noticed the visible sheen of lust in his dark blue eyes.
"Historia—Stop… Pull. It. Out! I'm...coming!" The force of his orgasm sent him bucking into her mouth as ribbons of thick, hot seed poured down her throat. Watching his twitching form as she pulled away, finally releasing his now-flaccid member, Historia gently dabbed the remnants of him from the corners of her mouth.
She stood pressed against him and the door leading into his sleeping quarters, nostrils filled with the musky scent of him. Grabbing hold of the back of his neck, she gently coaxed him down to eye level before planting a hot, needy kiss on his thin lips. The Captain's surprise only lasted briefly before his large strong hands seized hold of her bare backside, guiding her slender legs around his muscular legs, lifting her off her feet.
"This is what you want? Isn't it?" He asked her with a gruff growl as he dumped her unto his sleeping cot. Before she could properly articulate a response, he had fallen on top of her, leaning his entire weight on her petite frame. Hyperaware that her glistening sex stood bare before his eyes, she self-consciously drew her thighs together, barring his view. A feral growl sounded in the back of the Captain's throat as he grabbed the underside of each knee, forcing her thighs apart. "Give in to me."
Historia defiantly shook her head, shielding her eyes from the Captain's burning gaze with her right hand. A strong hand seized each of her hands one at a time before pinning them above her head.
"Just look at how wet you've gotten," the Captain remarked coarsely, roughly shoving a large finger past her glistening thighs. A string of her own bodily fluid hung obscenely in the space between his fingers and her womanhood as he finally withdrew his hand after several rough thrusts.
Historia bit the back of her lips, trapping a particularly wanton mewl at the back of her throat as she arched her back against him. The Captain slid a large hand beneath her blouse immediately grabbing a generous handful of her bosom. His fingers closed around the supple flesh, eliciting a shameless moan from her plump pink lips.
"C-Captain, L-Levi!" His lips descended on hers, claiming them roughly as his tongue and teeth suckled and nibbled at her lips and tongue, swallowing her muffled moans. Captain Levi released her hands as he adjusted himself. Historia's eyes widened as she felt the weight of his manhood poised against her entrance.
Releasing her lips from his bruising kiss, the Captain ripped open her button-up shirt, sending the buttons flying and clattering all around them as her breasts flopped out gracelessly. Historia's eyes widened as the Captain's free hand scooped a pliant mound, kneading and squeezing it as he leaned forward to trail hot, wet kisses along her neck. His other hand shifted between them, entering her once more as his wrists gradually established a dizzying rhythm.
"CAPTAIN! LEVI! CAPTAIN! LEVI!" The blonde cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him flush against her sweaty skin. "Inside…please! I want—"
Historia threw her head back with a sharp moan as Captain Levi withdrew his fingers, invading the tightness of her throbbing sex with his manhood. She arched her back once more with a strangled cry as he gripped the side of her shoulders with a low growl, dark blue eyes squeezed against the indescribable tightness of her. They lay motionless, each desperately fighting to adjust to the delicious friction between them.
"Fuck!" The Captain growled as his strong hands seized the sides of her small shoulders, squeezing them firmly. Cracking an eye open, Historia leaned up to plant a chaste kiss on his nose prompting him to meet her gaze. He shook his head, his eyes desperately conveying a silent warning, begging her to flee before they took things too far.
Judging by the prominent bulge of his biceps and the slight tremble of his shoulders, it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from thrusting into her with reckless abandon. Their eyes met once more as he slowly but surely extricated himself from the folds of her vagina. The instant he had almost pulled himself free of her, Captain Levi slammed his hips forwards, sending his manhood crashing back into the tight crevice.
The blonde's grip on his shoulders tightened as she clung to him for dear life. Her breasts bounced and swayed with the force of each thrust as he pummeled her deeper and harder. The floorboards beneath them creaked in protest as they moved as one. Resting his elbows on either side of her head, the Captain adjusted his hips, penetrating her from a better angle.
"Don't! Stop! Don't! STOOOP!" She cried out as flashes of white light began to blur her vision.
"Is it here? Huh?!" Captain Levi growled against her collarbone as his hips settled into a frenetic pace striking a deep spot within her that sent dizzying stars dancing before her eyes. "Like this?! Huh?!"
Historia could only bite the corner of her lips as she tightened her legs around him in response. They maintained their manic pace for several long moments, each powerful thrust of the Captain's hips driving her closer to her inevitable climax. The blonde dug her fingernails into the Captain's back leaving angry-red trail marks against his pale skin.
He collapsed on top of her, emptying himself inside of her before falling still with a content growl.
Author's Note: I'm a pervert. I know :3