A whole week passes before the incident is mentioned again. That's mostly deliberate on Levi's part; he's been avoiding Hange as much as possible lately. He doesn't want to admit it, but that one little tryst in the shower was the best thing to happen to him in a long time. After all, how often does the woman you admire appear from no where and start to suck your cock? Not even in his most shameful fantasies could he ever have imagine such a thing, but there it was; the only question is how did he feel about it?
Levi is the first to admit he's not the best with his emotions. Years of having to repress his emotions have taken their tole, to the point he's not even sure what to feel anymore. Sure, Shitty Glasses was hot, but was that as far as it went? Levi was exhausted from the mental war he was fighting with himself. He knows one thing for sure though; he certainly wouldn't mind a repeat performance.
Hange looks up at the clock on her desk. 2am. She'd gotten lost in her paperwork again. Rubbing her eyes slightly, she puts all her papers in a messy stack and heads for the kitchen, deciding to have a cup of tea before retiring for the evening.
As she enters the mess hall (which just so happens to be the only way to get to the kitchen) she sees something she isn't expecting, and it makes her gasp; there's a dark figure camped in the corner.
Hange approaches the figure as casually as possible, trying to regain her composure and act like her jovial self again. 'Hello there! I see I'm not the only one who has a craving for tea in the middle of the night. Mind if I join you?' Hange is even more shaken when she finally realised who it is.
'Not like I could stop you anyway, Shitty Glasses.'
Hange tries not to get flustered, but she can feel the blood rushing to her face. Why him? Why now? She knows he's been avoiding her, and she can't say that she blames him; if he'd come in to her shower and eaten her out, she'd be just as reluctant to converse with him.
Levi notices her blushing, so decides to break the ice a little. 'Tsk, go get your tea then. We need to talk about last week anyhow.' Hange nods, her mind fleeing her body and forcing it to go into autopilot. She doesn't know how she managed to make her tea without burning herself, but she's remarkably unscathed by the time she sit me down opposite Levi.
They both stare at each other, both of them reluctant to discus what had transpired between them. It's Levi who finally talks, and his words shock Hange a little.
'So, how would you like me to fuck you for real this time?'
Levi internally kicks himself. That's not what he had intended to say at all. He was supposed to say 'would you like us to start seeing each other?' But no, his shitty mind just had to say that instead.
He sees Hange's eyes widen, and he fears he's made a huge mistake. The last thing he wants is to scare her off, after all. To his surprise, Hange merely starts drinking her tea. Levi follows suit, trying to keep quiet this time. He knows anything he says now will just make the situation worse; better to let Hange speak.
They've both finished their tea by the time Hange finally responds. 'You wanna do it here, or take it elsewhere? I have to say, I find the idea of public sex rather thrilling, but if you're uncomfortable we can go back to my room.' As a show of willingness, Hange begins to undo her belt straps and unbutton her top.
Levi is shocked, and for once it shows on his face; his mind has been kicked into overdrive, and so has his crotch. He rises from he seat and marches over to Hange, grabbing the open sides of her shirt and pulling up into a bruising kiss. Levi feels Hange's tongue push against his lips and decides to respond in kind; their tongues engage in a battle for dominance. Hange thinks she has the upper hand, until Levi manages to slide his hand into her underwear. The sudden rush of stimulation is enough to distract her from the kiss, giving Levi the opportunity to dominate the situation.
Levi's free hand unbuttons Hange's shirt the rest of the way. Once she's exposed, the hand heads straight for a nipple. Hange starts to moan, her sounds stifled by Levi's tongue. The hand in her underwear starts to rub her clit, and Levi can feel her body twitch lightly in response. Knowing it'll take more than a quick rub to prepare Hange for his cock, he sticks his middle finger inside of her. His ministrations thus far have made her wet enough to take it with very little resistance. Hange disconnects from his mouth, throwing her head back in pleasure. Levi latches his mouth onto the junction between her neck and shoulders, and Hange has to brace herself on the table to keep from collapsing.
Feeling her tighten around him, Levi adds his ring finger to her, and starts to use his thumb to rub her clit again.
Hange starts calling his name as she climaxes, nails digging into the wood of the table. The feeling of her clamping around his fingers is almost enough to make Levi finish without any physical stimulation at all, but him manages to stave off orgasm somehow; years of practice and some limited experience with women before he joined the Survey Corps have served him well it seems.
When he feel Hange's twitching stop, he withdraws completely. He's about to ask if she's still up for it, before she surprises him yet again. She turns around, yanks her jeans and her underwear down and bends over the table. She looks at him over her shoulder. 'Your turn, Shorty. Don't keep me waiting.' She winks at him.
Levi gives her ass a playful smack before freeing himself from his trousers. He's not exactly comfortable with public nudity, so he only exposes what he'll need for the task at hand; namely his almost painful erection. He wastes no time, entering Hange quickly and forcefully.
He sets an almost brutal pace, his sexual need and emotional frustration merging together into pure carnal need. He knows he won't last long enough to make her climax again, but he doesn't think she cares; she didn't finish at all last time after all. Something in his mind tells him that experiencing someone else's pleasure was even more important than experiencing her own. He thinks it's her natural obsession with experiments that makes her feel like that; observing and recording the thoughts and feelings of her test subjects was an important part of research after all. His thrusts falter a bit. Is that all this is? An experiment?!
He doesn't have time to think it though however, as his body overrules all the thoughts in his head; his orgasm hits him without him realising how close he was. He continues to thrust his way forwards, releasing himself inside of a moaning Hange, who really seems to be enjoying herself.
Once he's finished, he withdraws from her swiftly, and tucks himself back into his uniform. He waits for Hange to redress, hoping to talk things through with her. Before he gets the chance however, she kisses him on the cheek before saying 'Good talk. Should do it again soon.' and leaving the room.
Levi stares at the door for a while, cursing his lack of social skills once again. 'Next time,' he thinks 'I will get the chance to talk it through with her!'
He just hopes next time comes sooner rather than later.