Title: Kikoku

Rating: M

Summary: A continuation of The Emperor's Daughter.

A/N: Written for Day Five (Smut Day) of the second Rivamika week on tumblr.

"How long are you going to ignore me, Levi?"

Mikasa's question snapped the samurai out of his stupor. Levi's grip on his katana tightened, sparing a quick glance at the Princess where he stood guard at the entrance of her washitsu. She was in the midst of brushing her sleek ebony hair, curiously watching Levi over her shoulder with the same smirk she flashed him a couple days ago before she seduced him.

He sincerely hoped she wasn't planning a repeat of their affair. It wasn't like he didn't want it to happen-they made love three times, for Kami's sake!-he just valued his life more than quick fuck (though he'd smugly like to admit that anything related to sex with him would be anything but quick).

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mikasa-sama."

"Oh please. You guard me all day until I go to sleep, only speaking to me when I request something, but you haven't looked me in the eye since... well, you know." A rosy hue bloomed across her cheeks.

At least she had the decency to blush about it, he thought.

"It can't happen again, my lady," he managed to reply in a steady voice.

Mikasa suddenly stood up, hands on her hips as she made her way to him, and Levi almost choked on his spit when he realized she was wearing the same sakura embellished silk robe she wore the other day.

A question is on the tip of her tongue, but he's so afraid of what she might say that he cuts in before she has the chance to ask.

"Forgive me, Mikasa-sama, but I have to go."

And then he's gone in a blink of an eye.

Commitment to another person, he supposes, is the real reason he was running like a coward. Bloodshed and torture was nothing compared to this.

The same reason compels him to seek out the Koutei minutes later, demanding that the old man send him off on an extended mission. The request baffles the Emperor but he complies anyway, finding no reason to decline his most trusted warrior.

When he leaves the following morning, he doesn't notice the Princess on the second floor of the temple, sadly watching him ride off with the rest of his division.

—

"You were a criminal?" She whispers against the shell of his ear.

Her fingertips traced the intricate design of the tattoo that flowed from his shoulder to his arm and back. His past was something he often evaded when brought up, but he found that he didn't mind sharing a small bit of his story with her. He'd blame the hot weather as the reason he was acting irrationally the entire day anyway.

Mikasa continued to inspect the ink with fascination as he spoke.

"With the Yakuza, yes. But that was long ago, when I didn't have a choice." He paused from his work, turning his head slightly to peek at the woman behind him. "I'm more than satisfied with where I am now."

And it was the complete truth. He wouldn't have been where he was today if it weren't for her father. He was forever grateful that the old man gave him a chance when others demanded he be killed for his crimes.

Her pale arms suddenly curled around his torso as she drew near him, her lips briefly meeting his before she laid her head against the back of his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're here too."

Levi gently grasped her left hand with his free one, kissing the back of her fingers as he finished replacing the washi on the last panel. Mikasa's thin digits began to make their descent to his half erect cock. You'd think that going at it three times would have worn her out, but she was clearly full of surprises that day.

"You know, I thought you hated me." He sighed contently, slumping back against her when she took him into her hand.

Mikasa hummed a laugh against his ear, watching him breathe raggedly as she began to stroke him slowly. "I did. At least, I thought I did. But that was because you never let me have any fun."

"And are you having fun now?"

"I am. But I think I know how I can have more fun." Her thumb ran over the head of his length, spreading around the precum that seeped out of the slit. While Levi would have loved nothing more than to sink himself back into her slick canal for the fourth time that day, he knew he couldn't go through with it. Not because he felt guilt over the whole situation, but because he was drained from all the extra exertion she put him through.

That didn't necessarily mean he wouldn't give her pleasure.

"Why don't we try something else?"

The samurai pins her down to the wooden floor of the veranda, already kissing his way down to the direction of the most private part of her.

"O-Out here? Someone might see."

Levi chuckled, spreading her thighs apart to see her essence dripping deliciously from her core. "You didn't seem to mind a few seconds ago."

Without waiting for a response, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and dipped his tongue into her damp folds, reveling in the way she quivered at the single touch. Her body was so responsive and he'd be damned if he didn't take advantage of it every chance he got.

She tasted like the hint of sweetness he cleaned off her fingers hours ago, along with something musky. He belatedly realized that the unknown flavor must of been from the remnants of his own fluids, and though it might have bothered some other men, he found that it turned him on even more. The evidence of their coupling littered their bodies-bite marks, scratches, bruises even-but the absolute proof of the result of their desire lay in-between her milky legs.

Her smoky orbs were clouded with lust, the heady scent of her arousal intoxicating him even further. How was she able to make him throw away his inhibitions so easily? No other woman had had this influence on him before.

An impatient sigh from the woman herself made him decide that he needn't concern himself with unnecessary questions at the moment. There were other pressing matters lying wantonly underneath him.

Mikasa whimpered when he spread her outer lips with his thumbs, lapping at her delicate flower a few more times before sinking his tongue into her hot center. He kept his gaze locked on hers as he did so, watching with smug amusement as her mouth dropped open in wonder at the new feeling. Her whimper escalated into a loud moan when she felt his flexible muscle slide in as deeply as he could. Her fingers threaded through his midnight locks, attempting to press his head closer as she bucked up to increase the pleasurable friction.

But Levi was having none of that. She'd get off on his indulgence alone.

Levi encircled an arm around her waist, holding her hips down as he repeatedly withdrew and plunged his tongue back into her, sucking and swirling against her quivering inner muscles. The woman squirmed beneath his hold, releasing shaky breaths as he took her lust to new heights.

"M-More. Please, Levi..."

Levi slowed his movements, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he rubbed her bundle of nerves with his coarse thumb. A smirk lift onto his lips as a needy groan escaped her.

"How's that, Mikasa-sama?"

"Mm, so good..."

The warrior dipped his head back down to her sex, thrusting his fingers into her dripping entrance as he began to suck relentlessly at her clit. A wince flit across his features as she fisted his hair, but he fought through the pain, determined to bring the Princess to a mind-blowing release.

He curled his fingers, rubbing the tips against the secret sensitive spot within her. It was easy to notice when he brought a woman to orgasm. Mikasa's figure suddenly became rigid, a choked sob emitting from her pink lips as the tension beneath her stomach finally burst.

A flurry of colors littered her vision even after her eyes shut tight. Levi watched as she rode down from her high, her body trembling weakly as she took deep, shuddering breaths.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm perfect," she whispered, still unmoving from floor.

Levi chuckled, laying a gentle kiss onto her sweat soaked forehead. "I'll take your word for it."

A/N: Not satisfied with this, but whatever.