He had been dead wrong for thinking she was his. Levi had just always assumed that when it came to Petra. Even though they had agreed their relationship was purely physical, there had been something more. The little looks she gave him, the way she would whisper, would moan his name, and how she held him when they slept, there was more than just what they had said. And Petra wasn't the only one. Levi would decide to make her laugh for no reason, return a small smile to her gigantic one, and steal sweet kisses from her. No, there was more to their relationship than normal "fuck buddies".
But Levi had missed her. All those times, he could have said he cared, he uttered nothing. When she said, "I missed you," He would just look away. When "I love you," nearly forced itself out of his throat, he would bite his tongue til it bleed. "I love you" meant you cared. It meant you mattered the most to them, and Levi couldn't admit that. It meant he was human, something he couldn't let be known. He was Humanity's Strongest, not a person, but a symbol. He couldn't love her, because that meant putting Petra before Humanity. So he relished the small touches she gave him, the feel of her body pressed against his. As long as Petra was with him, he could deal with it.
Stupid him for thinking like that. For thinking she would be satisfied with a relationship like that. She never told him. Just one day, she stopped coming at night. And Levi hadn't worried, after all they were busy people. But then he saw them. A soldier from the Garrison running his hand through her hair. He would steal kisses from her instead, make her laugh at his bad jokes. And Levi couldn't bring himself to feel jealous. They had agreed, no strings attached. Still, whenever Petra smiled at the man instead of him, all Levi could think was how the fuck could he had let her get away.
A.N. I wasn't too proud of my last fic I posted, so I thought I'd post this old drabble I wrote. It's one of the few ones I think turned out decent.