Chapter Fifteen
He rises slowly but surely to his feet, strong hands securing her petite frame against his chest as he crosses the room towards her large four-poster bed. Blue eyes widen slightly as he gently deposits her unto the soft mattress, leaning forward to deepen their kiss as his wet tongue invades her mouth. Flushing deeply, she pulls back desperately gasping for air as he leans away. From the corner of her eyes, she notices his strong hands forcing her legs apart before pulling her toward him as he mounts the bed.
Her eyes widen as he leans down to trail fiery kisses down her neck. Pressing her small palms over her flushed face, she bashfully turns away as his large hands move to seize the bulge of her breasts. She bites back an obscene squeal as his fingers roughly knead and tug at her swollen mounds through the soft fabric of her gown.
"C-Captain?" She rasps arching her back as a soft mewl escapes her slightly-parted lips. His hands slide down her taut stomach, lifting the hem of her dress to allow his roaming digits better access to her supple bosom. Their eyes meet as he continues palming and lifting her breasts every now and then as if admiring their size and heft.
"Historia…" he murmurs softly as his lips hover above her neck. "Look at me." She slides her finger ever so slightly to the side allowing her to peek up at him through the gap in her small hands. He releases her breasts, reaching instead for her wrists. She turns bashfully unto her stomach as she feels his strong grip slowly but surely force her hands away from her face. Powerful hands reach around to grab her damp inner thigh obscenely as he presses his full weight unto her back.
"Captain L-Levi—!" Her voice breaks as he slips a long digit past her undergarments, gently stroking her overflowing vulva as his other hand reclaims her right breast. "H-here? R-right now?"
"Right," he whispers huskily as he lifts her dress further up, exposing her shapely backside to his roving gaze as he shoves her underwear past her pert buttocks. "We settle this tonight once and for all." A shuddering sigh escapes her as she feels his bare manhood pressing between her thighs, stroking her vulva suggestively.
She wriggles beneath him, clasping her small hands tightly around her mouth as his fingers slip inside her, steadily building momentum as a lewd sound echoes from her dripping sex. The room spins suddenly around as he whirls her trembling form, planting her firmly on her back. Her eyes widen as he slowly slides down her body, trailing sloppy wet kisses along her sweaty skin, pausing briefly to suckle her full breasts before dipping to lick her navel.
A shocked squeak escapes her as she feels his breath teasing the erect nub of her clitoris. Forcing her knees together with a self-conscious blush, she hastily mutters a soft apology as her legs smack the side of his face.
"What's wrong?" She shakes her head vigorously in response as tears of embarrassment sting her eyes. He slides his hands up her thighs, forcing her legs apart once more. "Just relax and—"
"No. Don't look please!" She cries out reaching down to smack his hands away. "Please anywhere but there! I haven't shaved it and it's—" He ignores her, snatching her wrists and pinning them together with one hand as he positions his body between her legs. When she tries to scoot her hips away from him, he plunges his mouth unto her hairy sex, sucking and licking at her moist nether lips.
Her shoulders tremble as the sheen of desire overcomes her sky blue eyes. Arching her back with a shameless moan, her fingers grasp the strands of his black hair, stroking them affectionately as his tongue sinks deeper into her. He lifts a long finger and slips it through her twitching vulva eliciting a surprised howl as she rubs her hips against his sucking mouth.
"Nggghhh!" He glances up at her relishing the shocked mewl that escapes her plump pink lips as his second finger invades her. "C-C-Ca-ah-ah-ptain!" Pulling away as he feels the urgency in her hips grow, he glides up to reclaim her lips in a bruising kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside her mouth allowing her to taste the tangy remnants of her clinging to his tongue.
A strand of saliva trails briefly between them as he pulls away allowing her to suck in mouthfuls of air in short, desperate gasps. Grayish-blue eyes soften visibly as he leans forward to kiss her lips once more, a large thumb stroking the side of her cheeks affectionately. Small fingers move to stroke the shaved skin of his undercut tenderly as her free hand grabs hold of the side of his face, pulling him down for another searing kiss. When he pulls away to deny her at the last moment, she playfully nibbles the skin of his neck in retaliation, causing a pained growl to catch in the back of his throat as he reaches between them.
"Historia…" She bites back another wanton moan as his lips tighten around her areola. His tongue glides wildly up and down her supple mound as he suckles her loudly. "Does it hurt?" He murmurs releasing her breasts with a loud pop as he watches her squeeze her eyes shut. When she shakes her head bashfully, he lowers his head once more, reclaiming her breast as he reaches between them to stroke his manhood.
"Captain…" she sighs rolling her hips as her body knocks his aside. Shapely pale thighs straddle his powerful hips as she straightens up.
"What are you—" Words fail him as she reaches down to grasp his twitching manhood through the fabric of his slacks. "Stop!" He growls shaking his head. She unbuttons his slacks instead, allowing her to slide a small hand through the waistband of his trousers. Caressing his bare manhood with long, possessive strokes, she watches him hungrily, relishing the intensity of his expression and the ragged rhythm of his breaths. His hands squeeze the fabric of her gown, desperately trying to yank her away as her small hands drive him closer to his inevitable finish. "Historia!" His fingers fall to grasp the sheets beneath him as his hips begin to buck violently.
Feeling the tension in his shoulders beginning to unfurl, she rips down his pants, exposing his twitching member before falling forward, engulfing it with her hot waiting mouth. Pursing her lips together, she bops up and down his heated shaft, noisily sucking him until a sudden explosion of salt fills her mouth. She falls back desperately gasping for air as gooey fluid drips unto her outstretched palm.
Is this what sperm tastes like? She wonders choking violently as the remnants of his seed dribble obscenely down her chin, splattering on her dress and hands.
Running a hand through his hair with a frustrated groan, he leans forward to apprise her with a concerned frown. She wordlessly reaches for her handkerchief to clean the remnants of him from her mouth and clothes.
"Did you swallow it?" He asks taking in the state of mouth and clothes.
"Most of it," she replies hesitantly as she rubs the corner of her lips. "I think. So that's what you taste like." She is about to say something further when she feels him move to straighten out his clothes. She scans the room for a waste bin to discard the soiled handkerchief.
"Give it," he sighs, reaching for the fabric. She gently deposits it in his palm before drawing her knees beneath her petite frame as she watches him shyly. Her eyes soften as she watches him tuck his shirt back into his waistband.
"Stay the night." She mutters quietly as he rises to hitch up his slacks.
"You know I can't do that."
"Can't? Or won't?" She challenges sliding her foot out to block his path. He turns to give her an annoyed look. "Please. Only if for the night."
"Just this once." He sighs turning away from the window. He crosses the room pausing briefly to shrug off his jacket before stooping to take off his shoes. Gently setting them aside, he watches patiently as she scoots to the side, lifting the covers high enough for him to slip in. Her arms wrap around him as he finally settles down beside her. He draws her close, pressing her flush against his side as his fingers slide up and down her shoulder, stroking her soft skin affectionately.
"Where do you live?" She wonders shifting slightly to watch him. Although his eyelids are drawn peacefully, she can tell by the furrow of his eyebrows and the rhythm of his breathing that he is still very much awake.
"In the Survey Corps barracks," he replies with a small frown. "Why?"
"I was just curious," she sighs quietly, pressing a soft kiss on his exposed collarbone. "I was just wondering. I'm trying to picture what your apartment would look like."
"I'm not big on decorating," he admits with a small shrug as he shifts into a more comfortable position. "It's got a couch, desk, wardrobe, and bathtub."
"That's it?" He nods quietly. She shakes her head with a baffled smile. "I don't know why but when I first saw you…I assumed you were from a wealthy aristocratic family." He chuckles at this.
"It's the ascot," he remarks bluntly. When she blinks up at him in bemusement, he points towards his signature necktie.
"That, and the way you carry yourself." She nods snuggling closer to his chest. "What about me, what did you think when you first saw me?"
"I thought you and Armin were twins." She slaps her hand over her forehead with an exaggerated roll of her light blue eyes. "I'm still not entirely convinced that you're not related to him somehow."
"A lot of people used to mix us up when we were trainees," she admits. "Other than us having the same color of hair and eyes I honestly don't see any resemblance between the two of us."
"It's there. Trust me." She pouts slightly as she considers him with an affectionate smile. "What?" He asks uncomfortably when he notices her watching him.
"I'm trying to see if you and Mikasa look anything alike."
"We just have the same color of hair—that's it," he informs her with a lazy shrug.
"Not really. You both have very similar personalities."
"Give me a break," he scoffs. "You wouldn't have said that if we didn't share the same last name."
"But it's true. It's not just the way you guys fight—I can't explain it…but sometimes it seems like you two are soulless dolls devoted to a single cause." He says nothing at this, calmly watching her with an inscrutable expression. "Eren for her…Commander Ervin for you."
"Go to sleep," he murmurs, pulling the covers over her shoulders before turning away from her.
"How did you meet the Commander anyways?" She asks tilting her head to the side as she leans on her arm to watch him. When he ignores her, she playfully pokes his back prompting him to shift to face her. "Tell me."
He reaches out instead to stroke her cheek, brushing his rough thumb along her plump lips before sliding to her neck. She flushes uncontrollably when his hands sink further down her neck, brushing the crest of her breasts peeking over the neckline of her dress. She leans forward, closing the distance between them as she kisses him once more. His strong hands grab hold of her pert buttocks, shifting her petite frame unto his strong waist before lifting the hem of her gown. Raising her hands, she allows him to pull off her dress, casting it over his shoulders as his hands slide up to grab her breasts.
Small hands work his shirt free, tossing it carelessly aside as his strong fingers slide between her dainty digits, wrapping tightly around them as his hands pull her closer. Thin lips close firmly around her pliant pink lips. She pulls away with a breathy sigh, biting her lower lip as he shifts his attention to her breasts once more, groping and suckling them roughly as her vulva begins to drip.
"Ride me," he hisses against her nipple, grayish-blue eyes half-lidded with lust.
It takes her several moments to regain her bearings and even longer for her to make sense of his words. By the time she feels his pulsing organ pressed snuggly against her taut stomach, his hands are already lifting her tiny waist, long fingers gently guiding his mushroom-shaped head towards her tight sex as he guides her back down unto his lap. A strangled cry of pleasure fills the air as he enters her inch by pulsing inch. A harsh hiss escapes him as his fingers dig into her porcelain thighs, trailing angry red marks through her soft skin as he desperately resists the urge to slam into her twitching core with reckless abandon.
"Fuuuckkk!" He growls at the delicious friction of her nether lips clamped firmly around his throbbing shaft, seemingly intent on milking him dry.
"C-Cap-t-t-ain!" Tears stream down her cheeks as she finally reopens her eyes.
"Don't say it," he hisses gruffly, slowly lifting her off his manhood with a pained grimace.
"I love you…" No sooner had the words left her mouth did he slam her buttocks unto his lap with an obscene smack, plunging her unto his throbbing organ. She cries out as her legs dissolve beneath her. Planting her palms on either side of his body, she drives her hips forward, grinding and thrusting erratically, desperately seeking out the indescribable thickness of his penis. Large hands grab her pert buttocks, gently coaxing their erratic movements into an intoxicating rhythm.
"Fuck! Historia!" He grabs hold of her as he whirls their bodies around, strong hands pinning her down as he mounts her. He pulls out carefully, watching her delicate features contort lewdly as he slams his hips forward, burying himself roughly inside her once more. The violent creaking of the bed punctuates their harsh pants and ragged breaths as the intensity of his thrusts approach their inevitable climax.
"C-A-AH-AHPTAIN!" She screams as he hits a spot deep inside her that sends a spasm of pleasure shooting through her quivering frame. Her toes curl violently as he slams his hips forward, attacking the spot that had drawn that sinful cry from her lips.
"You're…too…loud!" He grunts mercilessly pounding her deeper and deeper into the soft mattress. Lifting her legs obscenely, he turns her unto her side, reaming her relentlessly as her cries begin to grow hoarse. Her breasts bounce and sway with the force of his thrusts, prompting him to lean down and grab hold of a sprightly mound. She opens her mouth to let out a pained howl as he squeezes her breast tightly, allowing him to plunge his tongue deep within her, swallowing her shameless mewls.
"Comethinfff's…..commiinffff! NNNGGGHHHUUUUMMMGGGHGH!" Ecstasy seizes her petite frame in violent spasms as her nether lips clamp painfully around him, squeezing his testicles dry.
"HISTORIAAAAAHHHH!" She feels the mattress dip beneath them as he tries to pull out of her. Wrapping her legs and arms tightly around him, she holds him firmly in place as his twitching member sprays molten ribbons of seed deep within her. He falls off her with an exhausted growl extricating his now-flaccid manhood from her overflowing vulva with a vulgar squelch.
Slowly but surely the gossamer curtains of her four-poster shift into focus as she regains her bearings. When she turns to face her lover, her heart skips a beat as she suddenly finds herself face-to-face with his sleeping visage.
I don't think I've ever seen him asleep before…. Her thoughts trail off as she studies his boyish features with an affectionate smile. She reaches out to gently stroke the side of his cheeks as a soft breath escapes him. His muscular chest rises as he draws a deep breath through his slightly parted lips.
It is rare for you to fall asleep before me, even rarer than these forbidden moments we steal every now and then….
Amidst the waves of rumpled sheets and strewn pillows he lies, small yet powerful, calm yet restless. Muscular arms splayed neatly by his head, his lips slightly parted as the ghost of his ever-present scowl lingers over his uncharacteristically slack features.
The clouds part briefly, sending a silver sliver of moonlight streaming through the window. I open my eyes, turning my head ever so slightly to consider you in awesome wonder.
He's so beautiful. Even when he sleeps. Her smile broadens as she slides her hands beneath her head, rising briefly to pull the covers over their bodies before sliding back unto the bed. I wonder if he's a light sleeper. She catches her hand as it strays towards his face once more, retracting it with a wistful sigh as she decides against disturbing him.
Sleep eludes her as she lies watching the shadows play across his peaceful features. A cool gentle breeze wafts into her chambers prompting her to rise and cross the room drawing the window shut before returning to his side. From the corner of her eye, she notices a writing desk in the distance and shifts her gaze toward him once more. Gently sliding out of bed, she softly pads toward the writing desk, quietly sliding out the drawer in search of a roll of parchment.
Reaching for her pen, she runs her hand gently over the yellowed sheet and freezes when she catches a glimpse of her reflection in her vanity mirror. A soft sigh escapes her as she turns fully to inspect her reflection. Her normally neat golden tresses are damp and tousled clinging to her face as beads of sweat roll down her nude flesh. The heat of lovemaking is evident in her once-unblemished skin from her swollen lips to the possessive marks and bruises littered across her flesh—vestiges of his ardent ministrations.
A smile tugs at her lips as she approaches her dresser, small hands reaching for a comb to tame her wild mane before falling away, content with her disheveled appearance. She turns away, heart racing madly as her eyes seek him out. Her heart flutters when she finds him sleeping soundly on the bed where she left him.
My gaze lingers longingly as I trace the slight bulge of your shoulder blades. I silently study the outline of each visible vertebra dotting your muscular back, tracing the dip of your spine down to the light crease of your toned buttocks, partially obscured by the sweat-soaked sheets clinging to your skin.
This isn't a dream. This is really happening. I'm standing naked in my bedroom watching Captain Levi Ackermann…the Captain Levi Ackermann…naked in bed…fast asleep after making love to me.
Her gaze lingers lovingly over his thin lips, tracing his pale skin down his chin, focusing briefly on the vein running down his long neck before settling on his broad muscular chest. She moves to adjust the covers over him and notices his shirt lying on the floor beneath the bed. Bending down to retrieve it, she gently lifts it to her nose, closing her eyes with a soft sigh as his scent fills her nostrils.
This moment…is as real as all those stolen moments he had shared with her…
None of her dreams had ever lasted this long. Felt this real. Tasted this salacious. Her hands reach down to trace the moist trail of sperm gently trickling down her naked thigh. She notices his ascot tangled within the sheets and gently extricates it. Folding it neatly, she turns to place it on a nearby chaise lounge before shifting her attention to his shirt. Sliding it over her shoulder with reverent care, she pauses briefly to bask in his scent with a deep whiff before securing the buttons loosely around her petite frame, rolling up the sleeves slightly to accommodate for her shorter hands. Returning to her chore, she quietly moves around the room, gently picking up their discarded clothes. After gathering them into a small pile draped over her forearm, she returns to the chaise lounge to fold them.
Dusting her hands with a satisfied smile, she returns to her writing desk, sliding the pen easily between her fingers as she straightens out the parchment once more. There is a sudden flash of lightning followed by the faint rattle of windows as the low growl of thunder shakes the floor beneath her. She blinks silently at the window admiring the vivid fork of electricity ripping through the overcast sky. Shaking her head once more, she turns away before freezing as she catches another glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.
I wonder if she wrote her diary on a night like this. I wonder if she slipped out of bed, heart racing madly as she desperately sought a means to communicate her feelings for him. She had to…how else could she have captured those moments so perfectly? How else could she have articulated such desires so eloquently? Had it not been inspired by her post-coital bliss.
Her fingers hover over the parchment as the steady ticking of the grandfather clock in the other room marks the gradual passage of time. She sits frozen, eyes narrowed expectantly, heart beating painfully within her breast, plump pink lips whispering a hushed mantra.
"Any minute now…the words will come. Any moment now…the words will come. Any moment now."
Her fingers remain frozen pressed tightly around the smooth body of the pen, hands going numb from poor blood circulation. The words don't come. The gentle patter of raindrops carry a comforting chill that fills the room as the scent of wet earth wafts over her, washing away the heady scent of their bodily fluids. Shaking her head angrily, she tosses the pen with a frustrated growl. Small hands rub her weary features as she leans back in her seat. Pale blue eyes fall on the piece of parchment, making out a simple sentence.
He is my greatest love. I know this now.
An angry snarl escapes her as she rips the parchment into pieces, tossing the remnants into a nearby waste bin before retrieving another blank sheet with an exasperated flourish. A satisfied smile tugs at her lips as she hears the dull rustle of the parchment pieces clattering within the depths of the trash.
My words. Not hers! Mine! They have to be mine! He's mine now so they have to be mine!
She bends to retrieve the pen from the floor before feeling her fingers move once more over the parchment. Leaning back to inspect her handiwork, she freezes as her brain finally takes in the half-finished paragraph.
I had always known that I didn't belong. That my destiny lay beyond the walls. The Wings of Freedom fluttered majestically in the wind, beckoning me to seize back what the titans stole from us. But dignity proved almost as elusive as freedom from the walls. I learned that the hard way long before I met you.
Biting back yet another frustrated growl, she rises to her feet walking as far away as she could from the desk before abruptly coming to a stop. Clasping her slender fingers together, she reaches her hands high above her head, stifling a loud yawn as she stretches quietly. Releasing her hands, she falls forward, twisting and stretching again. From the corner of her eye, she notices a small folded sheet of paper lying on the floor beneath the chaise lounge where she had placed the Captain's clothes.
She quietly crosses the room and retrieves the folded piece of paper with a quizzical frown. It is clear from its frayed edges and stained hue that it has been folded and unfolded several times before.
Did this fall out of his pocket when I was folding his clothes? She wonders as her gaze trails back toward the Captain's sleeping form. Without thinking, she hastily unfolds the piece of paper moving towards the window to study its contents with a studious frown.
It is a rough but realistic sketch of several Survey Corps members gathered in a cramped kitchen. Her fingers lovingly trace the Captain's depiction clasping a teacup between long, slender fingers, arm splayed nonchalantly over the back of his chair. Littered throughout the charcoal-drawn scene are a few familiar faces. Mike Zacharias's signature mop is easily identifiable even perched atop his folded arms. Section Commander Hange Zoe's glasses seem to gleam mischievously as she kneels beside the Captain's chair, hands clasped together in a comically exaggerated plea. Behind her, Nanaba, Lynne, and Gelgar stand pressed together, arms draped sloppily over each other's shoulders as they lift identical tankards high in a raucous cheer.
Glossing over the unfamiliar faces, she returns her gaze to the Captain's side but freezes when she notices a blonde figure seated at the Captain's right side. The figure's eyes are lowered studiously over a small stack of papers, shoulders drawn meekly as she reaches for her own teacup absentmindedly. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she returns quietly to the writing desk.
"Hello, Petra..."
I wonder what color her eyes were. Queen Historia muses distractedly as she studies her predecessor's depiction for any clues. It is impossible to make out the color of any of the characters' eyes in the lively kitchen scene. Pursing her lips in disappointment, she returns her gaze to the Captain's former lover.
Although she is sitting, it is clear from her proportions that she is quite petite. Enough of her features were depicted to convey her understated beauty. She jumps slightly as she feels a sudden warmth envelop her back. A muscular arm reaches out from behind her, lifting the piece of parchment she had been writing on earlier as the Captain's disheveled visage creeps over her shoulder.
"Did I wake you?" She asks turning to plant a soft kiss on his cheek as he studies the paragraph carefully.
"If we're going to do this," he pauses as he turns to face her. "We're going to need some ground rules." Drawing her knees beneath her petite frame, she shifts in her seat as he squeezes the parchment within his fist, turning to search for a waste bin. He doesn't search for long and immediately tosses the sheet of paper into the trash.
"Alright, what did you have in mind?" She asks trailing him as he slowly makes his way towards his stack of clothes.
"Rule number one: Nothing in writing. Everything between us must remain verbal or remain unsaid. Got it?"
"Why?" She asks narrowing her eyes. He wordlessly shoots her an incredulous look over his shoulder. Her lips spread in a mischievous smile as she squeezes her lips, noisily stifling an outburst of laughter. "Worried I might write another diary like Petra's?"
"As a matter of fact I am," he admits bluntly sliding his leg into his trouser.
"Don't worry," she sighs crossing to stretch her petite frame over the soft mattress of the bed. "I don't have her gift with words." He shoots her a sympathetic look as he hitches his slacks past his muscular buttocks.
"That little paragraph you were writing was actually not half bad." She starts as she notices the illustration still clutched within her fingers. Her eyes scan the room for a suitable hiding place.
"Er, that's only because I sort of stole it from Petra's diary," she mutters sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck as she blushes slightly.
"Which reminds me. Give it." He abruptly turns reaching out his hand expectantly in her direction. Her breath hitches as she blinks up at him, flushing slightly as their eyes meet.
"What are you—?"
"The diary," he explains. "That little book has caused nothing but trouble."
"My father took it." He arches an eyebrow skeptically at this. "Honest. I had it on me when they took me remember? And I guess they searched me to make sure I didn't have any weapons and that's when they found it. I never got around to getting it back so I think it's either buried beneath the Reiss Chapel, or scattered over the Orvud District." He narrows his eyes before wordlessly retracting his hand as he turns away. Relief floods through her as she hastily shoves the paper out of sight.
"Rule number two: I come to you." He turns to face her holding her gaze as he enunciates his next words carefully. "You never come to me. Do I make myself clear?"
"How come?" She protests.
"Because I'm better at sneaking around," he explains with a blunt smirk. "Besides, it's easier for you to claim rape if we're ever caught—"
"Excuse me?!" He turns to give her a quizzical look when he finds her glaring at him, arms resting at akimbo.
"Rule number three: if we ever get caught you're to claim rape. Understand?"
Her mother's ear-splitting scream rattles her ten-year-old self as the frightened woman takes off running for dear life. A group of tall, cloaked figures closes in around them prompting her to clutch her newly-discovered father's hand tightly.
"You know what this is, Lord Reiss," Kenny Ackermann drawls as his grim visage comes into view. She had watched helplessly as he and another officer grasped her mother's hands tightly behind her. "The fall of Wall Maria's got you actin' reckless." His scowl deepens visibly. "I suppose you thought you'd get your pretty lil' secrets to safer ground, huh?" Rod Reiss had cowardly remained silent as the terrified woman whimpered loudly.
"Let my mama go!" The words had fallen from her small lips reflexively as she had taken a step towards her frightened mother.
"NO!" Her mother had screamed at the top of her lungs. "I'm not that girl's mother! I've never seen her before in my life! Do whatever you want with her but please let me go!" She remembered her jaw falling slack at this as her small hand had fallen limply to her side.
"Oh?" Kenny the Ripper had asked turning to face her spineless father expectantly. "Is that true? Is all of this just some sort of awkward coincidence?" She feels her father's gaze fall on her and turns to face him, blue eyes wide and confused. Years later, she still remembers the pain in her heart as his hands unceremoniously release hers with a resigned sigh.
"Fine. So be it," he had bowed his head. "That's correct these two have nothing to do with me."
"I thought that might be the case." Tears stream down her mother's eyes as they watch, wide with shock and horror. She had turned to plead as Kenny's accomplice forced her to her knees. "You were never employed at this estate. And no one here seems to really know your name. Sounds to me like you don't even exist." He unsheathes his curved blade with a menacing scowl.
"No, wait! Master please!" Rod Reiss had turned away. "That isn't true! You have to tell them!"
An ugly grimace had contorted her once-beautiful features as the Ripper's hand slid across her neck, slashing her skin open with practiced ease.
"No!" She hisses vehemently narrowing her eyes into deadly slits. His signature scowl returns. "I refuse!" She declares defiantly. "I'm not lying about us. If we're ever caught I'm going to admit the truth."
"Like fuck you are!"
"It's not up to you, Captain—" She shoots back.
"Enough with the 'Captain Levi' shit, alright?!" He snaps tersely. "Listen, we either do this my way or for—"
"No! If we're going to do this we're going to do this as equals. Which means that I have as much of a say in this as you do!"
"Historia," he sighs exasperatedly pausing to pinch the bridge of his nose before continuing. "Think of all the people who died to see you on the throne. We owe them—"
"We owe it to them to rule fairly and honestly. The old King was a fraud and a puppet, meant to deceive the very subjects who pledged and sacrificed their lives for him," she shoots back hotly. "There are people who died thinking that the king was a just and fair ruler instead of the manipulative coward that he was. That the government that doomed them was concerned with humanity's wellbeing! Imagine all the little lies the prior administration used to rationalize and justify every monstrous act it committed for the so-called sake of humanity. When I took this crown I pledged to carve my own path. I vowed to right decades of selfish and deceitful leadership. And I don't intend on stopping now."
"So why all the sneaking around?"
"We're in the courting phase. That's private!" She replies matter-of-factly. He rolls his eyes turning away with an irritated sigh. "Cap—I mean Levi…what kind of queen would I be if I could sacrifice the love of my life for the sake of power? If I don't draw the line somewhere, where will it end?"
"Just…do it for me," he murmurs with a weary sigh. Sky blue eyes flash dangerously as she lifts her small frame into a sitting position, defiance evident in her pale blue eyes as they hold his gaze.
"Rule number three," she declares forcefully with a fierce frown. "No games and no schemes."
"What the fuck are you—"
"My father tried to manipulate me into becoming a monster and devouring my own comrade for his own selfish needs," she snarls crossing the room to angrily jab his exposed chest with her index finger. His eyes narrow slightly as he watches her with an inscrutable expression. "I threw him unto his fat ass and broke the syringe he almost plunged into my forearm. Don't try to trick me. You know who I am—it doesn't work!"
"Fair enough." She blinks blankly as he leans forward planting a soft kiss on her forehead. When he pulls back a soft smile playing on his thin lips, grayish-blue eyes drawn in obvious satisfaction.
Author's Note: Thanks for pointing out how clingy Historia seemed. You've all been so supportive, helpful, and awesome. :)