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74. Are You Challenging Me?

~oOo~

Petra has him exactly where she wants him.

Levi, that is, with his back being firmly pressed against the door of his office. The hard wood is a little uncomfortable, but he can bear with it if it means he can continue to hold Petra like this.

She is slightly heavier than he expected, but it is nothing that his strength cannot withstand. After all, her body is streamlined with muscle from years of training and fighting. Her arms encircle his neck, each of her coltish legs hitched over his hips, pressing their lower halves together in such a sensual way that when she shifts her weight Levi does not dream to complain despite the electrifying jolt of excitement that nearly snaps his spine in two. Offering more support, the captain's hands gently cradle her thighs; set a respectful distance from the inside of her skirt. He leans his head back with a soft thump on the door, a vague smirk accenting the edges of his face.

Now she is a bit nervous. "What's so funny?" Her hazel eyes are twitching, brimming with unshed tears, but she does not yield. Levi refuses to reply. He will play this game and tease her relentlessly in the same tantalizing way that she does him. His fingers slip just a little so that he can trace the side of her thighs and a soft yelp escapes her before she can muffle it. Petra glares viciously at him. "Levi," she says, "That's cheating."

He gazes mutely back at her, not recalling any restrictions when they first started, which (in his mind) means he can use any dirty tricks necessary. Lazy, half-lidded grey eyes are laughing quietly. Levi ignores her protests, leaning forward just enough to feel her breath entwine with his and the stone object inside his chest that he calls his heart seizes. Her mouth looks impossibly soft.

So when he kisses her it is a sensationally short, fleeting moment of bliss, like the touch of butterfly wings. Levi reluctantly pulls away with the lingering taste of sunshine on his tongue and he sees that her full lips are still parted, her eyes closed.

"I win," he declared in that irritating, nonchalant manner of his that brings an unprecedented scowl to Petra's face. Losing does not sit well with her.

"I demand a rematch."

He sighs heavily even though he is not bothered by it in the least. "Fine, I guess." He presses his forehead to hers. "Try not to blink this time."

~oOo~

It was a staring contest hohoho