"Get the fuck back to bed."

She ignored him, her nerves rendering her incapable of doing as requested. Sitting over the edge of the bed, in a panic, she fumbled with the buttons of her mobile. Her phone had turned off at some point during the night and as it lit up with new life, it vibrated violently in her hands, a plethora of worried messages and an abundance of missed calls from her friends exposed on the screen. Where was she?, What had happened?, one from Erd letting her know he'd convinced a panicked Auruo to go home, making up some excuse or another for her absence. Oh, Auruo. Auruo, so so many from Auruo. First, panicked but acting like he wasn't worried; nonchalant 'what's up's turning progressively to express more and more worry, less of his 'badass, collected' side prevalent in each text. She sighed. She had done them so much wrong.

She looked back over her shoulder, meeting her midnight lover's tired, angry gaze, stern as the stone colour reflected in them. She panicked anew, reddening in the face upon their eye contact and upon seeing the toned contours of his exposed upper body, his strong chin and firm brow line, his bangs tossed in a sleepy mess about his brow. She suddenly remembered she was naked, panicking and shuffling the mix of tender sheets about her body in a haphazard attempt to cover herself. He half-scoffed at her, pulling the blanket away from her to leave an open space in the bed next to him, herself naked anew, his eyes still intently focused upon her body. The morning light from the veranda next to the bed lit up the contours of her form in half silhouette, bringing a glow like fire to her disheveled honey hair about her shoulders. She attempted to ignore him to which he half-scoffed again, leaning back in to his pillow. She looked back down to the dimly lit phone in her hands, struggling to read it against the glare on the screen caused by the piercing light of the window in front of her.

"10:-45?!"

She panicked again, realizing that she had skipped out on work this morning. There wouldn't be any pastries in the café for the day until Nanaba came in at like 9:00 that morning, to find the building still locked. All of the customers who had come in before then would arrive to realise that they weren't open, although, they were supposed to be. It was Petra's day to open. She panicked anew upon careful consideration of what time it was; now realizing that she had missed her recitation this morning and that her political science lab was now well underway.

"I... got drunk... in a bar ... danced sexually with various men ... went home with some random guy to... a fancy hotel... gave this random guy my virginity... skipped work... and class... missed my recitation exam... skipped out on my friends... possibly lost my job... am late to my next class-"

She spoke ever quickly as her panicked monologue progressed, until he interjected.

"Honey!"

Startled, she shot copper eyes back to him, over her shoulder; her spoken nickname breaking her pensiveness. Great- some random guy from the concert who remembered the nickname the hot vocalist had given to her, on stage. Some random, trashy guy from the best and yet worst night of her life. She took in his toned body, noting the tattoo over his heart of the band's namesake, reaffirming for herself that he wasn't simply using some diminutive term for her. She sighed out, panicking, a tad dramatically.

"Great. I gave my virginity to some fan of Freedom Wings."

His calm stare was broken for a second. He was obviously shocked. Freedom...wings?

"Levi."

She took a second to process what he'd said... Levi. Levi. Levi. Where had she heard this name before? It dawned on her and her eyes widened in shock as she turned to him.

"You're that guitar guy that played in the shadows on stage!"

He was clearly stunned by her. Guitar...guy. He played the bass. This girl, who seemingly knew nothing of him or his band -beings as he was now "guitar guy" and the band was "Freedom Wings"-, had acted like a crazed fan at the concert, coming on stage, gotten free tickets and even given him her virginity. There were even a couple small red marks in the sea of white sheets marking where they had lied last night. It was too much to compute. He didn't understand her.

"You... didn't know who I was?"

He said this very matter of factly, as though she were an idiot.

"Well... no."

She looked away from him, now standing whilst he lay in the bed, she- slightly embarrassed.

"You were wearing one of our shirts. You came up on stage."

"Well, yeah... but, I just bought the shirt for the concert. I even said so when I came on stage... Remember? My... friends brought me along."

Heat filled her face and she turned away from him, gathering her things, putting yesterday's linens back on to her body. He looked down at her from the bed, propping himself on one arm on his side, and grimaced at the filth of it all.

"You're... not going to shower?"

This was true. She felt disgusting. She smelled disgusting. She everything disgusting. She sighed.

"You're... you're right. I should."

She placed her dirty concert linens on a chair next to the door that she presumed to be the bathroom, stepping into its lavish, marble walls. A vanity ran one side of the vast room with a toilet on the other side of a partitioning wall beyond the counter. The side opposite held an enormous tiled shower, directly facing the door. There was a set of shelves on the wall in front of her, layered with plush, stark white towels and veneer robes.

She closed the door behind her as she stepped in, finally permitting herself to look in the mirror. She was covered in... bruises. Well, hickies rather. The guy had made a real piece out of her; her neck, collar bone, breasts and thighs covered in his love marks. Her hair was disheveled about her shoulders and her eyes were clearly tired; slight dark circles building at her lower lids. She rubbed them a bit and attempted to rearrange her mess of hair before stepping over to the shower, the cool sound of metal on metal resounding as she slid the glass door to the shower…room open. That was more what it was; a small room of clean, slick white tiles and glass and she shivered as the palms of her feet hit the cool floor, only increasing her urgency to feel the hot water wash over her and rinse the stench and filth of last night away.

She turned to the faucet, shifting the cold, metal handle and felt the steaming liquid cascade over her body, flattening her hair against her scalp and brow. She lathered and rinsed and lathered and rinsed again, the soapy foam building against her in clouds before being swept away by the water that poured from above. The room filled with steam, clearing her head. It would all work out fine. She had had her one wild night; did she regret it? She stood pensively, just taking in the feel of the hot water flowing over her. Best not to answer yet. However, she had made the decisions she had made, and there was no going back. Sighing, she suddenly felt two firm hands slide over her- that were not her own. Her face tinged red, only further adding to the flush about her freckled cheeks from the shower steam as she whaled her arm back at his head in startle. Levi took note of her reaction, leaning aside just enough to dodge it as her arm went wooshing by his scalp. She could feel the patter of the precious organ that beat within her chest accelerate… as her midnight lover whispered into her ear over her shoulder from behind.

"So filthy, Honey. So, so filthy."

She became flustered at this, and he proceeded to lather her up, becoming aroused at the feel of her slick skin under the touch and lather of his hands. He felt the warm water flow between their bodies as he pressed his firm chest in to her back, fondling her slick breasts fervently from behind. She called softly to him as he tugged at her, finally able to use his proper noun. Levi.

He pressed himself further against her and she turned from the shower head wall to the wall of glass at her side, using the metal bar running against it as a support. Without it, she wouldn't be able to keep herself upright. He breathed in the scent of the shampoo in her darkened, copper locks, exhaling hot air onto her neck and she looked back to him as he fondled and scrubbed her inner thighs, neck and breasts. He lowered his hand around her front to scrub her pussy, fervently rubbing her clean, still lathering her other breast and tugging the nipple in tandem to which she called to him, spreading her stance a little as she leaned forward to support herself on the shower bar in front of her.

He could imagine the water running through her hair and down her face, washing her clean, streaming over her shoulders, down her collar bone and off of her nipples as she bent. He continued to rub her all about, tugging her nipples, lathering her up, feeling the soapy foam wash away, spreading her and scrubbing her. He worked to clean her completely, so aroused to know the only dirty marks about her were the ones he had left her the night before with his tongue. He was pleased that those wouldn't wash away so easily. He continued to work her like this and she felt his cock harden against the back of her taught thighs. She rolled her head back to him, honey meeting stone in a fit of need, calling back at him desperately, face fervently red, crazed in arousal and he slid himself into her anew, feeling the hot water run off of her body and down the base of his shaft. She reacted quite loudly to his movements, not quite expecting his entrance though she was unadmittedly pleased. He felt her squeeze against him and he fondled her breasts from behind as he rammed her, Petra bracing herself with each thrust against the metal bar of the slightly steamy glass wall of the shower.

He exhaled heavily with his thrusts, calling honey aloud as he rocked her -as though this were her real name-, fully enjoying the pressure her taught walls brought him; she was so wet and so warm and so dirty... and so... clean. Her breasts were so plump and swollen and malleable within his hands under the slickness of the water that washed over them. Closing her eyes and gasping in pleasure, her face flushed from their actions and the steam that permeated the room, she allowed herself to be swept away into this world of pleasure, every sensation heightened, her spine coursing with small jolts of arousal. It felt so wonderful. Gasping out, she raised her head to find the bathroom door half open... filled with a large, chiseled form with blonde locks and a strong brow... Erwin.

"Well, good morning, honey!"

His reaction was so calm and in control, which only brought her to panic further; he obviously recognised her. She glanced back to Levi, grasping for answers but all he did was stare ahead at Erwin frustratedly.

"Well, I came to get you for lunch. We're all waiting on you, so when... you're finished... y'know."

Erwin chuckled a bit and turned, closing the door behind him. Levi grunted out angrily and she slid herself off of him, scrubbing her crotch out in a hurry before turning to face him. She was so flustered by Erwin encountering such an image of them; her moaning at Levi, her naked body dripping with lather and steamy water, her amber hair plastered around her naked, reddened face.

"I... should go."

He stared her down, his stone eyes piercing hers. He scoffed, obviously frustrated by the whole ordeal. He would take it out on Erwin later. He had done it all so calmly, so collectively, as though nothing were wrong. In Levi's mind, it was clearly intentional. Petra smiled softly, a slight upturn to her brow as she took in the hard lines of his jaw and furrowed brow; he had such powerful eyes and as she stared at him in return, her face heavily reddened with fluster, he leaned forward and kissed her passionately, slipping his tongue between her lips. She cooed into his mouth, reaching a hand up to wipe back his wet, plastered hair over his scalp and he lifted her in to his arms, pressing her spine against the slick glass wall of the shower. She allowed him to take her so smoothly and felt him fondle her ass as he propped her against him. She wrapped her legs around his midsection, feeling his toned back against her inner calves and he proceeded to rock her again, the water pouring over them in cascades from above, plastering their bangs upon their brows, muffling their moans to the outside world.

He slid her down onto himself anew, feeling her hot, slick walls glide over him in succession as he plowed into her, intent on seeding her in all of his frustration. The encounter with Erwin had obviously aggravated him and he rode her a little more roughly, bouncing her on and off of him rapidly. She bent over to kiss him passionately, lips wet and slick against his, nipping at him in return as she bounced, still propped in his arms against the glass wall, calling his name as he rocked her; gasping and grasping down at him. He jerked himself within her a few more times, releasing a hot, thick load that burned with pleasure against her cervix, to which she rolled her head back against the glass, grasping tightly at his neck and shoulders.

He pulled her chin down to him with one hand, kissing her deeply and biting her lower lip before letting her to the floor. She squeaked at his bite, both in surprise and arousal and he spread her legs so that he could wash her out, their fluids running together in a mix of water to the tile floor. The thought of filthying her pussy with his seed aroused him but he wouldn't leave her dirty- she deserved better than that. She cooed at him softly as he scrubbed out her labia and removed the shower head from its holster, spraying the steamy water between her lower lips as he glided his fingers about her contours in successions. She cooed and called at his movements, feeling her wet sex grow ever warm until it felt as if she might burst, reaching the peak of her climax as she called him, by his real name, Levi.

He road her through her orgasm, flicking his fingers over her clitoris with a slick, increasing pressure before rinsing her anew. He then stepped back, flipping off the shower head, a thick fog of steam long built up about them as she slid the heavy glass door open, which rattled about the room. He stepped down onto the plush, chenille rug at the entrance of the shower, snatching a towel from the shelving unit before scrubbing his scalp dry, flipping the towel over his shoulder as he exited the room.

She watched him through her glass walls, still slightly fogged with the steam from their shower before stepping out herself and realising anew her urgency, stumbling out into the suite room again, poorly wrapped in a towel and still dripping, her amber locks matted in bunches against her brow and shoulders. She hurried over to her clothes he stopped her, to which she blushed, worried he meant to suggest something more to her. However, his words to come were flat, strange and… sort of vague.

"Don't. Those are dirty."

Her copper eyes met his of stone, widening slightly in surprise.

"Oh... well... I... don't really have any other option."

"You do."

He stared her down, with his typical flat, deadpan expression before nonchalantly walking, naked, over to the armoire, removing a pair of his skinny jeans and putting them on over a fresh pair of briefs. Then, he left the room. What the-? She glanced about awkwardly, standing by the pile of clothes he had just told her not to wear, but she wasn't really certain what else to do; she didn't really have any other option, or the time to wait on him to come back after completing whatever task he just left for.

Just minutes later, she heard the familiar click of the hotel key in the door, watching as Levi entered, a pair of panties in hand. She quirked a brow, finding all of this a little strange but caught them nonetheless as he tossed them to her.

"Where... did you-"

"Zoe."

"What?"

"Drummer."

"Oh, the crazy girl."

"Don't worry. They're clean. The hotel does our laundry."

She giggled a bit at the thought, feeling a tad guilty for basically stealing the girl's underwear, but finding it comical that he felt the need to express to her their cleanliness.

"I appreciate it... but... it's not really enough to go to class in. I'll just-"

"No."

He pulled another pair of skinny jeans from his armoire and a slim-fit band t-shirt depicting a large Wings of Freedom that spanned the near entirety of the front. He tossed them to her and she caught them, fumbling only slightly.

"I can't-"

"Yes. You can. It's fine. I'm assuming you can't go to class in yesterday's wear anyway."

It dawned on her. He was right, she had no choice, unless she wanted to risk being even later to class by going home across town to get cleaned up and dressed and then head back to school. She sighed and then bent, dressing herself, slightly surprised at how well his clothing fit her. The skinny jeans were a bit tight on her butt and the slim-fit tee on her breasts, but overall, it would work just fine. She hurriedly arranged herself, brushing through her knotted hair with her fingers as he gathered her clothing, tossing it in to a sack for her to take with her. Scurrying over to the night stand alongside the bed where they had passed their evening escapades, she grabbed her mobile in a hurry, obviously flustered as she haphazardly pulled and yanked and fought her boots on.

He stopped her on her way out the door, meeting her gaze sternly before handing her a card with his number on it and a wad of cash. She was a bit offended, but he didn't do it with negative intentions.

"Call me if you need to. There's a cab waiting outside. You didn't seemingly come with a wallet, so I hope that'll cover it."

She met his gaze and blushed a bit, brushing her wet hair behind her ears.

"Thank you, Levi."

"No need, Honey. See you next week."

She blushed at this, looking down a bit, not certain at this point if she would attend the other concert following this awkward event. He grabbed her chin, driving her to meet his gaze.

"You're not such a bad girl, honey."

She flustered greatly at this, his powerful, stone coloured eyes pushing her to the brink. Though they were strangers, she felt he could read her so easily, whilst she struggled to do so with him. She turned, opening the entrance to his suite, heading down the lavish hotel hallway. A guy -whom she thought looked uncannily similar to the keyboardist that had chuckled alongside Erwin last night on stage- watched her leave Levi's room. As she passed him, he deeply breathed in the scent of her wet hair; a slow inhale with closed eyes. She jolted at his action and words to come.

"I see."

The fine-trimmed hair of his upper lip pulled to a curve with his smirk as he walked by and her eyes widened. What a creep.

"Eeeeeeh?!"

"Have a lovely afternoon, honey."

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