He knows none of this is real. The way she looks at him, the causal touches, all of it is an act. Still for a second Levi is having a hard time remembering.
They're waiting for Hanji to leave the goods. Security had gotten tighter than usual and Hanji warned that this time Petra and he needed to have a better disguise.
Erwin had decided a young couple would fit. Levi was Marcus Wiltshire, a struggling poet with his new wife, Cecelia Burland, a rising indie artist. Two who cared more about love and passion than all the money or fame in the world.
How ironic they were waiting to receive cash from the latest money laundering scam.
And he should be focusing on the mission but right now Petra Ral was being so fucking irritating.
With her right hand, her fingers danced up and down his leg, as if she was playing the piano. Levi was supposed to be ignoring it as he scribbled down a haiku, but it was a challenge to say the least.
All weekend long, the copper-headed girl had been teasing him: absentmindedly playing with his hair, using his shoulder as a pillow, whispering scandalous ideas into his ear. He supposed it was to 'be in character', but he saw the mischievous glint in her eyes. She was toying with him, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
It was nothing new. The tension between them had been so explicit, Levi was sure people were betting on when they'd bang. That's why he was positive Erwin was laughing his ass somewhere in the distance. He knew this would torment him in the worst way.
Levi may be a criminal, but he had standards. And his standards involved keeping his sex life separated from work and not mixing with woman 10 years younger than him.
Yet Petra was making it very, very hard.
"Stop," He grabs her fidgeting hand, and she looks up with the most innocent expression as she takes out an earbud. "Too distracting Cece."
"Sorry, dear," Her smile could grow flowers, but knowing Petra, it was more likely she was grinning as she watched them burn. "Just a bit antsy,"
"Well be patient."
"Alright."
Silence comes again, and Levi is thankful for it. Hanji would never let him live it down if he missed them because of a lover's quarrel.
But just as he gets used to it, Petra swings her legs over onto his lap. She seems only focused on her cheap MP3 player, but Levi swears if this wasn't a mission it might be considered sexual harassment.
Well two can play at that game. He decides she's done enough teasing, now it's his turn. As subtle as he can be (they are in public) he slides a hand up her dress. He doesn't go far, just a little above her knee, but Petra doesn't waste anytime to gasp and slap away his hand.
"No," She hisses, and Levi almost laughs at the hypocrisy.
"That's not fair."
"Well you can't be acting like that now," She acts as if she's having to spell it out for him.
"Will later do then?" He glances down to look at her, not quite sure how much of him is acting. "Tonight works for me."
She opens her mouth to reply, but suddenly he spots Hanji out of the corner of his eye.
Flirting is forgotten as they focus on the task at hand, but Levi can't help but think tonight he might share a bed with Petra again.
A.N. Been several months since I've written something with lots of sexual tension (being ace kinda makes it hard) but I think this was much more natural than my last attempt
