"We'll begin immediately."

Once the group arrived to the abandoned castle, Levi announced how they must clean it. Tart couldn't help but laugh out loud once he remarked this. Everyone turned to stare at her, gawking at her chortles. She continued laughing, making everyone feel uncomfortable. Eventually, everyone went inside, eagerly awaiting to wash down the castle. Before Levi entered, Tart's voice stopped him.

"You always did love cleaning up my messes!" She said, her voice still ringing with laughter. Levi kept his back towards her, but smiled. Inside, Tart began power sweeping. Followed by power mopping. She worked the fastest, and left the ground sparkling in her trail. Once she made it to the upper floor, she was surprised to see that it was already cleaned. Turning to leave, she bumped into Levi. They now stood face to face, but his eyes never changed. Tart noticed how much shorter he seemed to her since her growth spurt.

"I bet we're actually the same height, if you weren't wearing your boots." She mocked. Levi relaxed, feeling comfortable in their old norm of ways. She breathed in his scent, longing for the days spent laying in the garden. "You're still miniscule though." Peeking up at him, she taunted him with her teasing. He scowled at her, then left. She could hear his voice echo from across the castle.

"Hey, Eren! That isn't nearly good enough. Redo the whole thing."

Looking back at the floor, Tart could see that it was remarkably clean. Levi was just taking his anger out on Eren. Feeling bad for leaving Eren in the wake of Levi's anger, she began working even harder. She continued cleaning past sunset, making sure every room was spotless. She was just starting to weed out the front pavements, when she saw a horse in the distance. Fearing the worst, she ducked under a bush, thinking it was an assassin. Once the figure got closer into her view, she bolted out, jumping onto it.

"Hanji!" Tart squealed, happy to see her only friend again. "Why are you here?"

"I couldn't wait to see Eren!" Hanji also squealed. Noticing the loneliness in Tart's eyes, she added, "And I missed you, of course!" She ruffled Tart's hair, feeling like an older sister. "Short hair really looks good on you!"

The two sat outside, conversing until the sun completely disappeared under the horizon.

"I am here on business though, I have to talk to Eren. I'll see you later!" Hanji left, hugging Tart. Tart loved having Hanji around, it was the first time she ever had someone to talk to. Besides Levi. Sighing, she realized that she had missed dinner. She decided to go to her room without dinner, not wanting to interrupt any conversations that were flowing. She didn't want to ask for a bath, so she decided just to change into a clean set of clothes. After she changed out of her working garb, her door opened. Levi awkwardly stood, holding a meat bun in his hand.

"Here, I thought you'd like this since you didn't come to dinner." He held out the offering. Tart wrapped her hand around the bun, and his fingers. Holding his hand, she began crying. He jerked back. "What's wrong? You don't like meat buns?" He was anxiously trying to solve the mystery of her tears. Her head hung down. Tears continued hitting the floor. After some tense time passed, Tart wiped the tears from her eyes, and looked up to him. The vibrant green pigment in her eyes pierced through Levi's.

"Levi, what if for one night, there were no titans? What if, just for one night, we were two normal people, with nothing to worry about?" She took his hand again, "What if, Levi?" He rolled his eyes, and pulled his hand from hers again.

"Just eat your meat bun." Before he could leave, Tart violently grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look at her. As he stared into his eyes, he thought to himself, Shit, this is the first time I've ever felt weak in my life. What does she want from me? She knows this is childish. Impossible. Stupid. Her eyes still locked onto his, she leaned her face into his, mixing their breathing together.

"What if?" She breathed into his mouth. Dropping the meat bun to the floor, he weaved his hand around the back of her head, fiddling with her hair. She's so immature. How long is she going to keep this charade up for?

"If I give in to your pitiful seduce, you have to clean the courtyard tomorrow." He commanded her. Without agreeing to this deal, Tart pressed herself into him, forcing their lips together. She's so clumsy. He gently tugged on her hair, pulling her back a bit, and softly kissed her. Parting his mouth, he invited her in.

Tart flung herself back, gasping for air. Only then did Levi noticed how red she was, and how out of breath she was. She looked frantic and confused.

"I wasn't expecting you to give in!" She yelped, falling onto her bed. "I don't know what to do!" She melted into a puddle of embarrassment. Levi couldn't help but chuckle at her, which caused her to groan in bashfulness. She's still just a child.

"You're adorable." He grinned, crawling on top of her, pinning her underneath him. "We're just a normal couple, right?" Tart nodded, uncomfortable. He nuzzled at the bare skin on her neck, nibbling on it. Her breath became heavy. "Then let me guide you." He continued kissing her collar until she finally parted her lips and began panting. He leaned back, marveling at the site of her. She was completely flustered and lustful. He tugged the fabric off of her shoulders, pulling it down from her chest. "This is what if." He whispered into her ear, before finally pulling the loose dress from her chest entirely. He refused to move his eyes from her body, taking it all in. She wiggled underneath him.

"Stop staring..." She mumbled. Levi glared at her.

"Don't tell me what to do." He cupped her breast, and gently bit her nipple to punish her. She let out a sharp cry, and began writhing. He continued to lick and nip on her breasts, pinching at the nipple that wasn't getting any attention from his mouth. Her breathes turned into full on moans, and she couldn't help but began gyrating her hips.

"It's hot," she panted.

"Where?" He said, leaning back, fully removing the dress from her body. She laid before him, only wearing lace panties. He began rubbing her inner thighs as lightly as he could, waiting for an answer from her. The only answer he received was more moans. He couldn't help but love the way she quivered at his touch. She's completely helpless.