Whew, alright! I turned in my project last week and yesterday I finished the model to go along with it. Also, I had a fever yesterday, completely out of the blue. My hands are itching to post my prized idea, but I'm waiting to make sure that I can completely relax and forget about uni to focus on it. The project is what worries me the most, tbh, I need to pass aaaaaaa
Anyways, let's get back on track! I didn't review this before posting, but I'm hoping there's nothing wrong bc I reviewd this about five times before. Enjoy!
Casual Affair (Office!AU): The Beggining, The First Lapse, Devil Of A Boss, Cancelled Plans, Confessions
The Baby: Failed Attempt, Another Try, Silence, Assurances, Truth
Icaurus: Found, Awake
XIII: Casual Affair
V: The First Lapse
Levi is trying hard to send her back to her old department. So hard, in fact, that Mikasa would have openly laughed at his attempts if they were not so exhausting and nerve grating.
The first month they spent in each other's company had to be most stressful time of her life. The pile of paperwork that gathered on her desk was unbelievably high and she had begun to suspect that most of his work found its way to her, and the orders he gave her were impossibly inconvenient. At least twice a week, he would ask her to face traffic during its rush hours and go to a teashop on the other side of town to get him his favorite drink. Mikasa lost count of how many pens snapped under the pressure of her fingers whenever he bosses her around like that.
Armin said once a couple of months ago that she could be someone very hard to work with and, though they had never met anyone else from her family, he attributed that trait to her last name. She never gave it much thought, but now that she has to work with this infuriating little man with an attitude problem, she begins to wonder if it really runs in the Ackerman genes.
She huffs under her breath as she clips a handful of paper sheets together and sets them aside, ignoring his drilling stare as he glares at her through the window pane that separates his office to her little room. Despite all the stress he puts her through and all the times they argue, voices bordering screams of fury, she stands strong. Mikasa is, above all else, stubborn, and she refuses to lose to this midget devil that is her superior. She wishes she could place curtains on the glass that stands between them, though; her mood goes downhill after she manages to find peace of mind, turns slightly to the side and sees him there.
Mikasa met Captain – as they like to be called – Zoe earlier that day, when she was mercilessly punching the button of the elevator that would take her to his floor, as if her violence would make it go faster, her other hand shaking and miraculously not spilling any of the black tea inside. God, she would like to spill it on his head instead, preferably while it still burned hot. Hanji commented on how loud they could get when they clashed and patted the young woman lightly on the shoulder as if to comfort her.
"Give him time." Hanji said, leaning their shoulder on the metallic wall of the elevator. "He's been like that ever since his last good, in his words, secretary got married and pregnant and had to leave." Grey eyes shifted in their direction, but her lips remained tightly shut. "The others that came after her were awful, I have to admit. Erwin heard someone praising you and felt you'd be the next best option."
Any other day, she would have felt proud for being praised to the president of the company himself, but today was not that day. "I'm starting to think Mr. Smith made another wrong choice."
Hanji simply laughed so hard and so carefree as if she had just told them the funniest joke in existence. "He's absolutely sure it's going to work this time, Mikasa. His intuition never fails."
Mikasa frowns, remembering the last bit of their conversation as she carefully sweeps her thumb over the throbbing palm of her other hand. His favorite teashop really needed to find some decent paper cups, or else her skin is going to melt off by the end of this month. With a sigh she stands on her feet, arranges the documents together in one neat pile and tries to disregard the weight of his eyes tracing and following each of her movements. She walks around her desk and knocks on his door despite knowing that he is not busy at all, enters his office when he grunts and leaves the folders on the corner of his desk, immediately turning around to leave before anything can happen.
Once more, he beats her to it. "Ackerman." Her steps halt, body shifting in his direction, and he motions for the chair across from his. "Sit."
She eyes him suspiciously and walks over to the desk; heels muted by the carpet, she sits down and folds her legs. Mikasa says nothing, only waits as he studies her from over his steepled fingers. When his hands fall apart and he leans forward, she braces herself for the incoming jab. "How much do you want to give up your position here?"
"Oh, for the love of–" Her form snaps up, her hands slam down on the desktop, rattling pens and objects alike. "You're an insufferable midget!"
He quickly mimics her stance, jumping to his feet, blue eyes flickering and eyebrows pinched together in anger. "Watch it, Ackerman." She scoffs, breath fanning over his face, and pulls away to stare him down before turning on the balls of her feet. "I didn't give you permission to leave."
"Well, you're so hell-bent on getting rid of me anyways." Not even turning around to glance in his direction, she maintains her march to the door with hands balled by her sides. "What difference does it make to you?"
Suddenly, her form is tugged back, stride faltering as she is caught off guard and redirected to the center of the room. The door is slammed shut and he is closing in on her next, forcing her to take steps back until she is trapped between him and the mahogany desk. His lips are curved angrily, she glares down at him, but inside hopes that her bravado will not get her fired. There is a split second when both of them hold their breaths. Mikasa waits for the inevitable, holding her tense body in place so she will not curl into herself as the threat of losing her jobs hovers dangerously close – quite literally – from her face.
His nose is an inch away from hers, and from this close, she can see the darker specs of blue that circle around his pupils. Noticing the sudden closeness brings a wave of heat to her face that has nothing to do with her anger and instinctively she bites on her bottom lip, never missing the way his gaze flicker to her mouth and watches, as if transfixed, the way she nibbles on the soft flesh.
A curse leaves his mouth before it crashes down on hers and he is everywhere. His hands are on her waist, fingers firmly digging into her curves, and she slants her tongue over his lips, letting her fingertips glide over the broadness of his shoulder before they get lost in his hair. Coherent thoughts escape from her mind when his palms travel down her thighs and tug at the hem of her skirt, bringing it up to bunch around her waist, and he forces her back, hands on her hips, impatiently ordering her to follow his lead.
Mikasa sits back on the desk, weaves her arm around his neck and throws her head back with a silent cry when his hips grind into hers, rubbing his hardness against her core, his teeth and lips and tongue attacking the front of her exposed throat. Before she knows it, her back is flat on the surface, legs tightly wrapped around his middle. His thrusts are demanding, palms wandering and groping, holding her down, eyes watching as she bites onto her knuckles to keep quiet.
When a moan spills from her swollen lips, the spell is broken. Stillness fall over them and a second later, they are scrambling apart and away. Her boss watches her with wide eyes, and her knees nearly give away when she rights herself, pulling her wrinkled pencil skirt down and then bracing her weight on the piece of furniture behind her. It only takes her a heartbeat to find her strength and Mikasa quickly flees the room, head ducked down, nose buried in the red silk scarf around her neck, and fingers combing through her disheveled hair, rushing past the opening doors of the elevator.
Erwin steps out, glancing after her before redirecting his gaze to the vice-president, who is slumped in his chair with his head caught between his hands. He lightly knocks on the open door to announce his arrival. "Go away."
"What happened here?" His light eyes focus on the documents scattered on the floor and a paper cup that is toppled over, black tea spilt on the carpet and dripping from the edge of the desk. "We didn't hear much of your fight today, but from the looks of it, it seems to be the worst one yet."
Levi sighs as he drags a hand down his face, and his features are contorted in an indescribable emotion Erwin cannot name. "She needs to leave."