Levi exhaled heavily, plopping his body down on the surface of his bed—his undereye circles undertoning the fatigue in his face. After an extensive, irritating day of paperwork and constant lecturing, he was anything but active at the moment. It was as if his functions just halted to a stop and his mind was still operating in a fast pace. He needed rest.

Levi shrugged off his green cloak—the sleeves descending down his arms, his hand reaching for his cravat, as he loosened the fixed necktie with slow measured movements. After much extended time of discarding all of the article of clothing from his body— beside his boxers— he took a moment to observe his surroundings. His bed chambers was pitch black, not even a glare of light apparent in his vision. That's the way he savored it. Just being in the darkness eased his body—giving him peace of mind and a sense of security around his presence. The crepuscule diminished any lingering thoughts in his head—allowing him to unveil his calm and collected demeanor where no one could witness it. This was his own enviroment where he could relax.

He folded his collared shirt neatly,dropping it on the ground—making certain that he didn't knock anything over as he reached for his shoes. Though after an extensive time, setting the shoes down beneath him, he felt a slight stir on his bed that startled him from behind. He jerked his head to the side, his eyes straining to make out the figure, adjacent to his body. He inched closer, regarding the low breathing that reverberated in his eardrums. It was a person. Not just any person on his mattress. It was Mikasa.

He exhaled sharply, cursing under his breath. He had forgotten that Ackerman was waiting for him in his room since noon, while he was away for the meeting between the other superiors from the three branches. Though, not recalling his promise with her, he had returned early from the conference and decided to finish up any unfinished paperwork that was left on his desk, which resulted to him coming back at a late hour.

"Ackerman." He breathed in a low voice, his face looming over hers. "Wake up." He erected his hand towards her face, using his fingertips to lightly brush away the strands of hair that lingered on her cheeks. He could feel her body stir from underneath the covers, a long breath escaping from the parting of her pink flushed lips. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness—her milky, polished face, becoming apparent to his orbs, as a smile edged on her lips.

He sighed, leaning over her so his face was just a breath away. "Why didn't you go back?"

A drawn-out silence filled in between them.

Mikasa hesitated before responding. "Because you asked me to wait." She replied in a flat tone, her voice raspy from her earlier slumber before she had awoken.

Levi rolled his eyes, pulling down the covers from his bed so he could shift his body next to hers—though much to his surprise, his eyes wandered towards her body in curiosity. He stiffened his posture and clenched his jaws. She was naked. The brat was bare nude without any article of clothing to cover her body. He flickered his eyes up to her face—noting the shade of crimson on her cheeks. This ought to be interesting.

"I see." The edges of his lips pulled up in amusement, as he inched his body closer to hers, his hand clasping the side of her hips. He felt her body shudder in response, an eager moan escaping from her lips.

"Aren't you tired?" She drew in a deep breath, her hands searching for for the covers frantically.

Levi instinctively shot out his arms, halting her movement before she grabbed the covers and closed in the distance between them, hovering his body over hers, a smirk gracing on his face. He leaned his mouth down to her earlobe, and exhaled out slowly, sending shivers down her spine. "Not anymore."

Mikasa tightly clenched the layers of blankets in the balls of her fist, her heart throbbing incessantly against her chest. She felt a warm wetness, trickling over her most intimate area—her legs spreading open to invite his being. Though, she wanted to hide the fact that she was already wet from the contact of his body on top of hers.

Levi however, was a keen observer and noticed right away to the reaction of her body— a warm moisture dripping down between her legs. She was already bothered. What a perverted brat.

He let out a low chuckle, his lower body nestled between her legs. He could feel the wetness from her entrance through the thin fabric that restrained his erection from underneath. Just the thought of her being hot and bothered already gave him a thrill of pleasure.

Mikasa hastened her breathing, feeling the rough edges of his hardness through his boxers—the thin fabric barely constraining his cock. It was stimulating her. Giving her a sense of euphoria in more ways than one.

Levi bent his head down to the hollows of her neck, his lips touching the surface of her skin. "Mhm.." His voice vibrated against her throat—her body quivering in response to the contact of his pressed lips. The proximity of their bodies heightened the lust in the air, sending shock waves between them—as he cradled himself between her legs.

Mikasa already knew that he wanted to feel her—desiring for her tightness in which, she would happily oblige to his craving, giving him the appetite that he much-anticipated for. Because that's how their relationship was. They didn't show affection for each other like normal couples—because they weren't together. There were never signs of endearment or attachment that they displayed in each other's presence. They were just two twisted beings who found warmth in one another by colliding their forces together by the movements of their bodies—happily disregarding the world beyond his chambers.

He was a ruptured man that couldn't give her the love that she yearned for, because he, himself couldn't understand it in any aspect. That much she understood. And she was content with that, because she was also a ruined woman who just needed this type of contact with him, to relinquish her hunger—her internal desires that he could only give to her.

Levi slowly pushed his tip against her entrance, biting down on his tongue to constrain himself from letting out a groan as he entered her in a swift movement. The tightness around her—the wet moisture that enveloped him whole. It was the type of release that he needed. The completion that she was willing to give him.

He moved his body against hers, probing his member deep inside her with every thrust of his hips, exhaling out every moan that escaped from his mouth. He clasped his hands around her legs, holding it mid-air so he could get better access inisde of her as he quickened the momentum of his thrusts.

Mikasa tilted her head back, feeling every inch of him inside of her— feeding her hunger with every thrust of his hips. He began to quicken his pace, her breathing became more frantic, more compelling as she tightened in response—thrusting her body upwards to meet him. In every way, he made her yearn for the completion that his blue eyes promised. Giving her the sensation that no one else could ever give to her.

They both gasped for air, as her body began to shake violently, her legs convulsing to the rocking movement— his hands tightly clenched in her sweat-drenched hair, as they both climaxed and screamed in pure bliss— giving each other the comfort that they desired. This was enough for her. Being with him in this way was enough. And she wouldn't have had it any other way.

Levi eased himself off of her slowly, plopping his body next to her and returning his breathing to a normal tempo. He closed his eyes for a brief moment—feeling her body shifting out of his bed, as he grabbed her hand briskly, opening his eyes to lock gazes with her. "Stay." He exhaled sharply, opening his covers in the process, his blue eyes pleading. "Just for tonight."

She felt her heart dangerously leaping from her chest—his words branding itself in her mind. The edges of her lips pulled up as she gradually crawled back on top of the bed, her arms reaching for his neck, and her body closing in the distance between them. She use to think that the word 'fate' was a false idea which people perceived from their minds, to explain how two people came together. But right now, at this very moment, she decided that fate was a very beautiful thing.

"Tired?" She flickered her eyes at him, silently observing the weariness from his placid face. Though, much to her realization, he had fallen asleep already.

Levi stayed silent, his lidded eyes concealing his vision completely, as he drifted off to a deep slumber. That night, Corporal Levi slept peaceably for the first time in years—her body blissfully wrapped inside his arms. Fate, in much aspects, was a very beautiful thing indeed.

I'M SO SORRY T_T I can't write smut for anything! It's so rushed but it's because i'm not use to writing it! Don't hate me! But I hope you enjoyed this story since it's contributed to day 4 of Rivamika week. Thank you for supporting me in every fanfic story! There's some people who don't but it's okay because I still appreciate them for at least taking the time to read it! SOO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU GUYS. Especially since you ship Rivamika!