The Experiment (Attack on Titan // LeviHan) (Part 1)

Fucking Ready for This

Yes, she was ready for this... and yet felt nervous as shit. Levi looked dangerous in the half-light of their small hotel room. She was very aware of his lithe, strong body mere feet away at the door, coiled and ready to pounce. All too aware of what the frank statement of his intentions did to her. He wanted to fuck her? A thousand times yes, she wanted to be fucked. Just lust, he had said? Oh god, it was so strong she wanted to roll around like a cat in heat and rub herself all over him.

Then again... Zoë swallowed. His eyes that swept over her slowly as she was sitting at the edge of the bed were dark and tumultuous like the sky before a deluge. What could she possibly hold onto so she would not be swept off her feet once it started?

"Do you... do you maybe want to take that shirt off?" Zoë asked in an attempt to remain in control but with a voice she hardly recognized as her own.

Wordlessly, his hands went to the hem of the oversized shirt and ripped it up and over his head. Muscles flexed and rippled when he threw it to the side. She licked her lips and a small sigh escaped her.

"Like what you're seeing?" he smirked.

"Doesn't it hurt anymore?" she asked, her eyes somewhat sheepishly fixating the bandages that were plastered to his side. There was no blood that she could see but his ribs on that side were all shades of purple and yellow.

"Other parts of me hurt far more," he growled. "Never before in my life have I lost a battle so thoroughly."

Oh. She allowed her eyes to move down to his trousers where the sizable proof of his readiness stood to attention. She swallowed again.

"Are you maybe done looking?" he demanded to know. Her eyes snapped back to his face. His poor lips...

"Aren't your lips still..."

"They will do," he growled, stepped forward and seized her head to kiss her.

It was a possessive kiss, hard and demanding. Towering over her like this, he had all the advantage. Grabbing her hair with his unbound hand to tilt her face, he sucked at her lower lip, nipped it. His own lips felt rough and scabbed and she recoiled, afraid of hurting him. In response, he pressed down even harder. His tongue demanded entrance and she granted it, a jolt like lightning going through her when their tongues met inside her mouth.

Setting a leisurely rhythm, his tongue stroked hers into submission. It demanded surrender and she gave in with hardly any resistance, overpowered by sensations that made her toes curl and her ears buzz. He tasted like danger, like everything she had ever craved and never gotten. There was no escaping this. No air, no reason, no safety, only thrill.

Give in, his presence taunted. Let go. We'll perish together. And just like that, the deluge started. She was instantly lost in the downpour.

Oh god, she managed to think. And this is just the first kiss.

She lost herself in a sea of tingling nerves, afloat with no means to get back to shore... until he withdrew suddenly, leaving her feeling so deprived and empty, she whimpered. But his lips were just there, a fraction of an inch from hers, his hot breath teasing them, making them prickle and ache.

More. She wanted more.

Her hands shot up and grabbed his head in turn. He felt his sly smile against her lips when hers sought his. Little bastard. Playing her? But it was her turn now. She had to work hard for him to open his mouth but when he finally did, she grabbed both his ears to hold him still. She went in for the plunder, ravaging that savage, crude mouth of his until he was entirely breathless.