I may or may not have written this because a petit gateau flavored Magnum ice cream was announced and I just frigging love petit gateau and ice cream, so yep
As requested, Icarus shall be updated next. Also, I took the liberty of raising the ranting because things will get spicy sooner or later. Enjoy!
Casual Affair (Office!AU): The Beggining, The First Lapse, Chocolate, Devil Of A Boss, Cancelled Plans, Confessions
The Baby: Failed Attempt, Another Try, Silence, Assurances, Truth
Icarus: Found, Awake
XIV: Casual Affair
VI: Chocolate
Three days had passed since the unthinkable happened.
Mikasa greets him every morning out of necessity, but nothing else is said throughout the remainder of the day. She still sits stiffly on her chair, watching as employees alike enter and leave his office, and relishes on the feeling of not having his eyes on her all the time. Every move she makes is controlled, she hardly looks him in the eyes and stands two steps away from his desk, always focusing on an invisible point on top of his head when she needs to speak with him.
Today they brought in his carpet, now washed and clean of any remains of lack tea and he spent a good portion of his morning incessantly cleaning his office, scrubbing every little surface and corner, as if trying to get rid of her presence.
She sighs, pulling her scarf over her mouth and nose, and takes in a few deep breaths in hopes that she will focus once more in her work. Because of his obsession with cleaning, the pile of documents and paperwork alike on her desk demands all of her attention, and while she has gone through most of it, there is still a lot to be done. She even called off her lunchtime with Armin and Eren in favor of staying in, so she would not have to stay past the time of her shift.
On these three days that passed, Levi asked for coffee served on the shop across the street. While it is a much better option than venturing through the city for just a cup of something warm to drink, she cannot guess why he changed his mind so suddenly. Still, today she used the opportunity to get herself a little fulfilling snack to eat, seeing as she will not be ingesting anything of substance that day until she gets home – unlike her boss, who left for lunch a little while ago.
Mikasa answers a couple of phone calls between one document and another, types away at her computer and enters his office once or twice to deliver a message from Captain Zoe or Mr. Smith. She rolls a pen around in her fingers as one hand cradles her chin and she reads paper after paper from over her nose, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip as she berates herself for not getting two pastries instead of only one. Her stomach is starting to grumble in protest and she does not think she can bear to go back to the coffee shop for just another cheesy treat.
Her head lifts when the elevator chimes and its doors slide open to reveal two very familiar smiling faces. She straightens up in her seat when they grin widely in her direction and approach her desk. "Hey." Her dark eyes roam over their features as if looking for something that might scream problem. "What are you doing here?"
"We just came by to see you," Armin explains as he glances over her shoulder at the city below, his blue eyes sparkling with delight. "Since you weren't able to come and all." He gestures to the neat pile of paperwork to her right, and she sighs dejectedly at it.
"Sorry about that," her shoulders shrug minimally, because there is nothing she can do aside from apologizing.
Eren brushes her apology off with a hand and then places something on her desk. "We got this for you, by the way."
Mikasa stares at the bright, shiny silver paper with purple designs, and tentatively reaches for it. She had not seen it in Eren's possession until he placed it right before her eyes, and she turns it around to read the label. "You found it?"
"Yep!" Armin chirps happily, and the brunet beside him slips his hands inside his pockets with a grin plastered on his face. "It was the last one in the fridge. Eren may or may not have fought a kid so we could buy it."
She touches a hand to her chest, smiling up at them. "Thanks, guys. I really wanted to try this."
"Armin decided to check the fridge inside a random shop on our way back here and found it." Eren nudges his longtime friend on the ribs with his elbow, and the blonde looks away as he scratches the side of his neck in embarrassment. "Either way, we should be going. Break's over."
Mikasa thanks them one last time and accompanies her friends back to the elevator, waiting until they are out of sight to return to her spot on her desk. Arranging the papers she had been revising and setting them aside to clear up some space, she allows herself to recline on her seat comfortably and slowly opens the bright package, her mouth watering as she unveils the limited edition ice cream she had been wanting to try for weeks now. It just had to be based on her favorite dessert, and she is not going to miss the chance of indulging herself every once in a while.
She brings it to her lips and takes a bite, and immediately hums in appreciation. Of course, this is not going to taste exactly like the best dessert in the world, but the chocolate that covers the ice cream melts in her tongue and it is amazing. She can easily say that it is the real deal and not some cheap brand found around here. This chocolate comes directly from Mitras and she knows that, because her superior, when she was still in her old department, presented her with a box of those during one of the celebrations they held every year.
This is absolute bliss. Closing her eyes, she draws out a long hum as she bites the chocolate away and lets it dissolve in her mouth, leaving only the chocolate ice cream itself around the stick. Her tongue laps at it, her mouth wraps around it as little noises leave her, and Mikasa is whirling her swivel chair around, grey irises hidden behind closed eyelids, and it is sweet, so sweet–
The chair halts suddenly. She snaps her eyes open, but the first thing her minds registers is the mouth against her own, the tongue slipping past her parted lips and caressing the inside of her mouth. She is shocked, to say the least, to see her boss leaning over her, his hands on the armrests, efficiently caging her in place. Ice cream now forgotten, it falls from her fingers that have gone slack. Still, they instinctively reach up to tangle themselves in his hair, as if she has no control whatsoever over them.
The simple movement triggers something and, soon, they are groping each other's bodies. His hands cradle her face and his grip is so strong it borders close to painful, and she tugs him closer by the cravat around his neck. Mikasa cannot tell if he finds it weirdly delicious the way that her cold tongue meets his warm one, and the taste of chocolate in her mouth makes it all the better. She is losing herself, moaning, leaning up into his lips, one of her hands unconsciously hooking around his leather belt.
He jerks his face away from her, though his breath still fans over her skin and his touch still lingers on her cheeks. She looks up, taking notice of the blatant desire on his narrow eyes and it makes a shiver run down her spine; as the sensation goes over her body, the hand holding his belt gives a tug, and they both look down, only to be greeted by his arousal. Her face flushes instantly and her fingers let go as if burnt, and he takes on step back, openly palming himself through his pants to rearrange the stiff erection between his legs.
"Fuck," Levi murmurs under his breath, gaze still boring into hers, and for a still second, they stare at each other at a loss of what to do.