I am soooo sorry for taking this long to update. I promise it won't happen again. As a show of good faith, I present to you this monster chapter. It is my new year's resolution to finish this fic. Thank you so much for all the reviews.
HaPpY nEw YeAr!
"I am going to shower," Levi declares as we enter his apartment.
"So, what? You're not going to apologise for hitting me over the head? It's not like I was going to kill the guy, I'm not some soulless monster,"
"You want an apology?"
"Yes! I'm tired of being treated like shit around here, I've spent the whole day being attacked by your team and being verbally abused by other angels,"
"Okay then, I'm sorry," he deadpans. "May I go shower now?"
"What? No! You have to say it like you mean it-"
"Oh, so now you're going to teach me how to say things? I never say anything that I don't mean. I'm sorry you had a rough first day, I'm sorry my team is over enthusiastic in keeping your untrained ass alive and I'm sorry you were hit over the head with a spatula. Now I'm going to shower," Levi spits and stomps off, rolling his shoulders as he goes.
It's a good thing Dr Hanji thought to clean me up after checking me; otherwise I'm pretty sure Levi wouldn't have let me through the door. I plop down on the couch to watch some TV, just to pass the time, but there is no TV.
Nor is there a computer, lap top, hell, there is nothing electronic from this century in this room. I instantly feel bored, and hungry. I simply climb up from the couch again and inspect the room. First I am drawn to his impressive book collection, the whole "Knowledge is power" gig. But I soon realise that most of the books are in a language I don't read, or even understand. Sure, there are a few English books, but those look like the university volumes that I had when I studied and the comparison gives me nightmares. There are a few Japanese books too, but those are the sort of history books I made use of in school as a child.
I sigh, completely and utterly dejected. My mind starts to wander. How can anyone put up with all this abuse? So instead I snoop through his things. At first I'm not too worried. I can hear the water running and I suppose he may take a while. Petra did say that he may look like an angel but he's a demon when it comes to cleaning. Though I'm not too keen to talk to her, or anyone else for that matter. So I assume that means he is a neat freak borderline obsessive compulsive.
Against the wall, opposite the main door and adjacent to the bathroom, is a very sleek desk. It has drawers on the right and a door on the left. The dark wood gleams in the orange early evening air. I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't stop myself. I walk over to the drawers first and open the top one. Shocker, it contains writing equipment and paper. I open up the second one to find balls of yarn in every colour and shade. Huh?
Then I open the bottom drawer to find little needles, about the length of my palm plus the length of my middle finger, with a little hook at one end. What's it called again? Ummm, it starts with a c…
Oh yes! Crochet needles! Wait, why does the captain have crochet needles?
I quickly close the drawer, crouch in front of the delicately carved door and open up the cabinet. And I am shocked by what is inside.
Because what I find is completely and utterly mind blowing.
For lying there are more than half a dozen crocheted portraits. Each were about the size of an A5 page, each made up of a colour in which most of the work was done, with variations to emphasise certain aspects. The important aspects, like the eyes or lips. One of the most beautiful ones was a portrait of a female angel. Everything is a fire engine red, except for the lighter colouring of the face, the white of her eyes and the silver grey of her iris's.
I hold it gently in my hands, too afraid to damage it by holding it up to the light.
"Put it back,"
A shiver runs down my spine and I freeze. I gingerly put it back and quickly close the little door. My cheeks burn with shame. I was caught snooping through his things; he is probably going to kill me.
I turn to face him, an apology on my lips that never makes it past my vocal cords. I find myself staring, and I am unafraid to stop, because standing before me is a Greek god of a man. The evening light catches every protruding bulge of muscle while the shadows cling to the canyons between them. His stomach is not flat by any means, but from where I'm crouching it looks rock hard. His chest is not only defined, it is solid looking and compressed in a manner that makes me want to drool.
And don't even get me started on his muscular, sculpted thighs and calves.
The only problem that I have with this image, which is forever imprinted on my retinas, is the fluffy black towel draped over his hips. It hugs his hips in the same manner I wish I could press my thig- no, don't even think about that. And don't you dare start fantasising about licking the man's shoulders! The offending piece of cloth hides his full glory from my eyes, I have never before wished so hard for lazar shooting eyeballs.
"Well, shithead? You got anything to say to me?" he hisses and rolls his head on his shoulders, as if trying to work out a kink. His muscles ripple in a manner that goes straight to my groin, but his icy glare stops the heat from accumulating.
"Not really, no. So you caught me snooping, but what about all the crap I had to deal with today? It is not okay to treat another being the way I was treated today!" his eyes are a stormy grey and I struggle to stick to my argument in justifying my snooping. This beautiful man before me would never stoop so low as to love a human, or even screw a human on a whim. "I'm sorry though, I shouldn't have. I was just curious,"
"Damn fucking right you shouldn't have,"
"They are beautiful though,"
"Shut up,"
"I can't unsee what I have seen, Levi. And why won't you apologies for setting your team on me-"
"I said shut the fuck up!"
His snarl leaves me cold and alone. I shut my mouth because I don't want to piss him off further. I stand up slowly and move away from the table. Night has fallen around us and Levi switches on the lamp closest to his clothing cupboard. He opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of boxer briefs, which he promptly slips into. All the while rolling his right shoulder or rubbing at his neck.
"Hey, Levi?"
"What?"
He glances over his shoulder to glare at me.
"I- I was just wondering if you were okay. I mean, you keep rubbing your neck and rolling your shoulder,"
"I'm fine, brat. Just a little tense from having to watch your butt the whole day,"
I wonder if he liked what he saw. I mentally slap myself for even thinking that.
"You didn't do a very good job of it though,"
His pupils constrict to pinpoints and he looks down right murderous.
"If you like, I can rub your shoulder out for you. As a fireman I was trained to do all sorts of things, and rubbing out muscles just happens to be one of those things,"
He watches me for a moment and I wonder if he's going to catch me in my lie, but then he rolls his eyes and huffs. I watch as he nods his head. Why is he ignoring me?
"But you are not touching me until you have taken a shower,"
He reaches for a shirt before I tell him to stop.
"It works better without any fabric in the way,"
He looks at me doubtfully. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go shower,"
I quickly grab the bag of clothes Petra left me only this morning and head into the bathroom for the quickest shower of my life. It is literally get in, soap on, soap off and get out again. I towel myself dry hurriedly and pull on a t-shirt and a loose fitting pair of boxers. How did Petra know I didn't sleep in pyjamas?
I walk out of the bathroom, my dirty clothes left in the hamper next to the shower. Levi glances at me with a quizzical brow. "Where do you want me?"
Against a wall- stop it!
"The bed is fine, just lay down on your stomach," got you, now you have to talk.
He nods thoughtfully and complies with my request by climbing on to his king size bed. He lets his arms lie loosely at his sides and he rests his head flat on the mattress. I move forward, climbing on to the bed after him and straddle his lower back, careful not to put any weight on him.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" his head snaps up and he looks over his shoulder. He moves his arms so that he can prop himself up on his elbows while he glares at me.
"Would you just calm down, dammit. I can't reach everywhere any other way, so just relax okay? It's not like I'm sitting on you,"
I place my hand between his shoulder blades and force him back into the mattress. He grumbles and cuss's under his breath. I lean forward, rest my hands at the base of his neck and press my thumbs on either side of his spine at the base of his skull. I slowly kneed at the knots that have formed there, I can feel the bones shifting ever so slightly under the pressure. I find a particularly bad knot halfway down his neck and as I rub it out and he lets out a glorious moan.
Of course it goes straight to my male appendage. Don't think about it! Concentrate on what you are doing- I wish he was doing me- stop it. Ask him why he's ignoring you. Tell him straight that you don't like being treated this way- dammit, what is he doing to me? Is this Stockholm syndrome? I am so glad that I am hovering in the air over him instead of sitting on him, because any heat or friction down there would have let him know what is happening to me and I really don't want to scare this amazing man away (or have him kill me, I don't doubt that he would). So instead I concentrate on his muscles and relieving his discomfort.
Which is actually a very bad idea now that I am up close and personal with his back (and man oh man is it the sexiest back I have ever seen). I start working the top of his shoulders, well that what I can reach anyway. Geez, wings get in the way. So instead I start working down his back, it isn't until I reach between the bases of his wings that Levi lets out a pained cry. I yank my hands away as if burned. "I'm sorry," I say instantly. I move to get up when I feel his eyes on me.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"Umm,"
"Hey, you started working, so don't you dare fucking stop now,"
His eyes could easily burn holes through my skull and I gulp audibly. "Just be gentle between the wings, shithead,"
"Stop talking to me like that, asshole! I'm not your verbal punching bag nor am I anyone else's actual punching bag,"
"I talk to everyone like that, it's who I am. And you're no one's punching bag-"
"Really? What about your team almost killing me? What about the snide and bitchy remarks in the café? Because that damn well feels like being someone's punching bag-"
"What? You think I control what others think and feel? I'm not in control of what others do. I didn't set my team on you. I told them to train you. That's open to interpretation-"
"So killing me is open to interpretation?"
"No one is trying to kill you. I would talk to the other angels about their behaviour but your little demonstration has taken care of that for me. And don't be angry with Petra, she does what she does because she doesn't want anyone else to die. None of us know you, so we don't trust you-"
"It's because I'm human, right?"
"Think what you like, just know that every household member goes through the same thing you're going through," he lies back down on his stomach.
I pause for a moment before I place my hands at the base of his wings and gently kneed the knots there; he moans and mumbles incoherent words that are cut off by a relieved sigh.
If I wasn't rock hard before, I am now. His words work themselves in speeding circles in my mind as I work down his spine; he lets out a few giggles, groans and moans along the way. I slowly work my way back up, a little further away from his spine than before. I come across an exceptionally hard muscle that runs from his hip to the base bone of his wings on either side of his spine. I press extra hard on these muscles because they are the tensest I have come across and Levi is practically bucking under me, whining in a manner that I would never have imagined him capable of.
Half way up these muscles though, he lets out a small, pained whimper just before his wings burst open and his feathers puff up. I'm almost thrown clear off the bed and I gasp in surprise. His wings fold in again.
"What did you do?" he pants.
"I- I don't know-"
"Do it again," he snarls.
I comply, slightly shaken but very much wanting to touch the angel again.
I start from where the muscle connects to the hip, placing my fingers on his sides and he shudders at the contact. I rub along the muscle, watching and drinking in his reaction to the amount of pressure I provide. I'm careful not to scrape my nails against his skin as I work. I press down on the middle of the muscle and his wings shoot open again. He bucks harder than before and his lower back rubs up against my crotch. I disguise my groan as a cough, turning my face away and blushing beet red.
As I massage the muscle, his wings tremble and shake, his feathers puffing up in a way that is too adorable to suit this recon master. Somewhere along the way Levi had bent his arms, his hands close to his head, and his fingers were clenching the bed sheets.
Oh man- oh man- oh man-
"My hands are tired," I say quickly and get up from the bed.
I hear him growl, but I pay him no mind. My crotch area is too hot (heavy even) and my mind is too empty to think of anything other than being fucked through the floor, but before I can move away I feel a hand on my wrist. I glance over my shoulder and regret it immediately.
"Come here,"
His eyes are hooded, pupils blown wide and his skin slightly flushed. He draws me closer and shifts on the bed so that his wing is spread out over the comforter. I take the hint and climb on, no matter what he says, as gently as I can. I lie down with my back facing him and I curl up to hide my erection. I hear him huff before his other wing opens up and covers me.
So much for that being a one-time thing.
#Poof