Chpt 8: The Maiden Wants to Slap The Beast
Petra has never lived in such a luxurious apartment before. Sure she has been to his house before, even stayed over a few nights after certain strenuous activities which are not suitable for children's ears, but living in it is a whole different experience
It is everything that her previous apartment isn't. For starters, the units here are quite spaced out. Unless you actively seek out human contact, you probably wouldn't meet your neighbours or even know if you had any. There's a lower chance of meeting morons in the morning, she quoted Levi. When you look out the balcony, instead of getting an eyeful of torn undies hanging out from your neighbour's, Petra gets to enjoy the sights. When it's dark out, the small lake reflects the moonlight on a clear night and everything is peaceful in the park; a huge change from the bustling streets and the occasional motorbikes VROOMING pass at an unearthly hour – to which Petra will flip a middle finger to the window if she has the strength to do it.
Interior-wise, it's like her dream house; the house she couldn't afford. Everything is gleaming and all sparkly because her boyfriend has a cactus in the ass for everything that has to do with cleanliness; which means she doesn't have to lift much up to clean this place because Levi will ensure it stays that way or die trying. Plush black leather couches with fluffy white throw pillows, marble kitchen tops, wall-mounted 50″ LED TV – which he hardly on because facing that one screen in the office is more than enough to blind him, a contemporary kitchen filled with state-of-the-art appliances – courtesy of Hanji and Erwin, the latter dragged along by his over-enthusiastic wife, glass table tops – clear enough to give your appearance a quick appraisal.
"Maybe I should really consider pursuing my Masters now." Petra said the moment she stepped in after a day of hard work.
"What for?"
"So that my pay check would be as fat as yours and I could afford all these myself, of course!" She exclaimed while twirling in the middle of his living room, arms wide open with a childish smile on her face.
"And here I was thinking your righteous vendetta is expanding." Levi didn't have to lift his head while removing his shoes to see the pout on Petra's face.
"Hmph!" She turned and headed to his room. "There's absolutely nothing wrong in wanting a better lifestyle."
Levi could smell her plan. Rushing as fast as he could without tripping over his own feet or slipping on his socks, he managed to squeeze into the bathroom before she could shut it.
"Hey!"
"Better luck next time." Levi proceeded to strip off his confining suit. Unfortunately, his line of work demands a tie; something he'd rather use to tie Petra with. Hmmmm…
Petra frowned; she wanted to relax in the bathtub today but with Levi, it will be anything but relaxing; well, not the kind she's looking forward to.
"Call me when you're done." Petra hand was only two inches away from the knob when Levi grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall and buried his face in the cervix of her neck. Taking his own sweet time to plant butterfly kisses from her collarbone all the way up to her sensitive ears, he whispered, "You're not going anywhere."
Petra knew this is going to be a fruitless fight on her side but she doesn't want to give in that easily. Sure, she likes Levi being the dominant one but sometimes she prefers him being the one below, like now. And if she can't get what she wants, she bloody hell makes sure the rest is done her way.
Kicking her body off the wall with the heel of her foot, she pushed Levi against the cool tiles and began her sexual assault. Levi was surprised but he isn't about to complain; it's rare to see this aggressive side of Petra and he absolutely enjoys every moment. He didn't mind if Petra ripped his shirts; ninety-five percent of his dress shirts look identical anyway so losing one doesn't make much of a difference in his pathetic wardrobe. Petra had her fun undressing him; now it's his turn.
Switching their positions, Levi leaned down and kissed and bit the smooth skin of her collarbone. While one arm was holding her against him, the other was popping her shirt buttons way too slowly for her satisfaction. Frustrated, Petra grabbed his face and pull him in for a hard kiss. Decoding her mood, Levi sped up before she decides to torture him later; he does not want to go to bed with blue balls, not after that one incident. The moment all articles of clothing has been shed, Petra whispered finally into the air. Levi smirked.
"Yeah. Finally. Time for the real fun, my dear." Smashing their lips together and leading her into the cubicle without breaking their heated kiss, Levi is a happy man.
All in all, it was a dirty shower.
On the other side of town, Riza was seriously thinking about castrating Roy because he got drunk, again. Why can't the boys just sent him home? Urgh. Why me?!
Stepping into the bar half filled with drunktards, she slowly found her way around trying her best to avoid bumping into anybody until she spotted a figure slumped over the counter top, fingers still clutching onto the whiskey glass.
Shaking him not too gently by the shoulder, Riza said as loudly as possible without attracting attention, "Roy get up. You're going home now." The only response she got was a few incoherent mumbling from the near-dead man. Seeing no other choice, she dragged Roy off the bar stool and half slung his drunk ass over her shoulder. The bartender noticed and was about to offer his help to beautiful Riza. But after seeing her lug Roy like it's a sack of cotton candy, he could only think 'She's stronger than me. Damned. There goes my chance.'
Good thing Riza had the foresight to call a cab before she got here. Standing on the roadside on a cold night while half carrying a dead drunk; not her ideal way of ending a Friday night. After a silent cab ride and a trip up the stairs – the stupid lift broke down for the third time this month –, Riza laid Roy down on his king-sized bed. A king-size bed for a king, Riza snorted at the memory. Doing what she always do when Roy got drunk; removing his coat, shoes, shirt, everything but his boxers because she does not need to see that. Tucking him like the big kid he is, Riza was about to head home when Roy's arm shot out and grabbed her hand.
"… Riza…" He mumbled.
Riza stared at him, wondering if he was going to say anything else.
"… You should… *more mumbling* – sexy legs…"
She sighed; Riza does not want to find out what he was dreaming about because Roy has a goofy grin now. Slowly removing his clutches and tucking it back in, Riza gave him a good night kiss on the forehead and left.
Once he heard the door clicked close and waited a few seconds longer to play it safe, Roy peeked one eye open. Yes! Succeeded his goal, he buried himself even more in the comforter and fell asleep, dreaming the lady of his life.
Saying he is in a bad mood would be an understatement. Levi has been in this meeting since five and he is still nowhere near settling Rico's case. It's already seven in the evening when Rico insisted they continue their discussion at the local bar and promises they will finish it up there. If only he could throw everything down and escape from the witch.
He was worried sick about Petra. She has been throwing up recently and unable to keep anything down; she even fell asleep at her desk during working hours. Her almost kissing the floor was the last straw; good thing Jaeger caught her in the nick of time and escorted her to his office. He was quite persistent on bringing her to the doctor even though his afternoon was filled with appointments.
"Don't be silly. I'm sure it's nothing serious. Probably just the stomach flu."
"'Nothing serious,' you said? Petra, if Jaeger had not caught you, you would probably be lying in the hospital right now with a concussion." He retorted.
"Oh alright alright. If it's appeases you, I will see the doctor after work, ok?"
"No. I'm cancelling the remaining meetings and bringing you right now." Levi got up and walked to his table, presumably to call his clients. Before he could pick up the handset, Petra laid her hands on his, "You don't have to do this. I'll ask Hanji to come along, or Nanaba, or Riza; whoever is free if I have to."
After much deliberation, Levi reluctantly agreed because one, he's more worried than what she thinks and two, he dreaded the meeting with Rico. "Fine. Let me know the results once you get it."
That was four hours ago. At least Rico kept to her word and they were almost done.
Excusing himself to go to the loo, Rico took the chance to spike his drink. The drug was colourless and odourless so Levi didn't noticed anything out of the norm. If you call Rico a scheming bitch, she will admit it without any shame because that's who she is. She will stop at nothing to get what she wants and that includes duping the unsuspected. Poor Levi.
A few minutes was all it took for the drug to kick in. His head started swimming and everything was a blur. Shaking his head in a futile attempt to rid himself of the dizziness, he said "Sorry, I'm not feeling too good suddenly. Is it alright if we finish up another day?" By now, Levi had palmed his forehead, eyes scrunched shut.
"Oh dear, are you alright?" Rico exclaimed in all her fake kindness, getting up and moving closer to Levi, playing the role of a concerned friend.
"I'm fine." He stood up and stumbled against Rico.
"No you are not all right. I'm bringing you home. And don't bother to put up a fight." Rico happily dragged Levi to her car and dumped him into the passenger seat. Grunting his address out, Levi was too drugged at this point of time to notice her sinister smirk. With a bit of stumbling and awkward greeting with the security guard, Rico finally made it to his apartment. Feeling her hands around in his pants pocket unabashedly for his house keys, she found it after digging around like an excavator.
Rico figured the drug's full effect should be taking place soon and executed the last stage of her vicious plan. Digging around for Petra's lingerie, she found a chemise too sweet for her taste. Urgh, whatever. While Rico was stripping and changing into the peach chemise Levi bought for Petra on her birthday, Levi was – metaphorically – dying on his bed.
Opening his eyes, he saw "Petra" wearing his gift. Totally forgetting about the white-haired witch, Levi hallucinated Rico for Petra. Once Rico was a hundred percent sure the drug has taken effect, she sashayed her way to the bed and bent over to smother his hair softly, "Are you feeling better?" she said gently, trying her best to imitate Petra's manners of speech and leaned in for a kiss. Levi being Levi, and with the addition of being drugged, he accepted her advances. Why would he reject Petra in the first place at all?
Because Levi was too dead to his surroundings and Rico couldn't be bothered with anything else, nobody heard the door opening and the soft gasp.
A/N 1: I have no personal vendetta against Rico. I just needed someone to play the role of a villain.
A/N 2: If it offended you, too bad because I've already written it.