Broken Hearts, Severed Limbs (Levi x OC x Erwin)

|37| Unrestrained 🔴

The sky was clear. The stars were spread up above them as Levi and Nathalie rode their way back home. His hand was always tight around her, whilst the other guided the horse. He couldn’t tell why. Maybe he was afraid that she’d fall and get herself injured. She was still wounded and fragile. Even though, he knew that Nathalie falling off was impossible. Nathalie wasn’t a novice at horse riding. She wasn’t a novice at fighting titans or people in hand-to-hand combat. She was so good at everything. So smart and perfect in whatever she did, whether that was cooking or torturing people.

He still wasn’t letting her ride on a horse on her own. He wanted her back pressed against his chest, and the weight of her head on his shoulder. He wanted to feel the tip of her nose as she’d nuzzle in his neck through the entirety of their short journey. He wanted her. And he wanted her close. 

And when they entered in their huge, lonely, cold castle that was still their HQ, he picked her up. Nathalie let out a yelp of surprise and her hands reached for support around his neck right away. He carried her upstairs and she raised an eyebrow.

“You know I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own,” She protested.

Levi hummed as he pushed the door of his room open with his back. The place was dark. They were not going to light up any torches or candles, or lamps. He was taking her straight to bed. “I know,” he said, before he placed her gently down on the soft mattress of his bed. “Just making sure you’ll sleep beside me,” He leaned down to her. He took off her glasses, placing them on the nearby bedside table. Knees and hands sunk on the bed all around her. His body hovered above her own before he caught her lips in his own.

There they were, those butterflies again. It was starting to get annoying, but she still couldn’t get enough of that feeling. She kissed him back and her hands reached for his face. He groaned when her fingers tangled into his hair. His tongue brushed a little bit harsher against hers making her moan. His hands found her waist, feeling her bandages beneath. She was still wounded. Still fragile, and precious. He still had to go easy on her.

He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, planting soft kisses and tiny nips, but he realised, he just wanted to be close to her. He just wanted to kiss her soft skin and breathe her in and close his eyes. It had been a tiresome day, even though they had been through so much worse than that. 

Before he even knew it, she was pressing kisses on his own neck. Her warm lips traced the few scars from knife-cuts that he had there from back when they were encountering the scums of the Underground. His hands slipped around her and he picked her up. He sat back on the edge of the bed, settling her body on his lap, facing his own. Her legs, parted. Knees, planted on each side of his waist as she straddled him, bringing their bodies close.

Her fingers blindly started untying his ascot releasing his shirt. She barely knew what she was doing. She just wanted to kiss every single part of him. She unbuttoned his shirt and moved over to his chest, pressing kisses on all parts of skin that she had unclothed. Levi could do nothing but stare at her. It wasn’t the first time somebody was doing that to him, but this time it was her. It was Nathalie. His Nathalie.

Her kisses were sloppy, and messy. She was so gorgeous there on his lap, with their bodies pressed and her legs parted around him. His hand reached back for her hair. He pulled her head back a little bit harsher than he intended to. There was no way he could hold back. Nathalie gasped at the sudden sting in her sculp, and then came another sting from her neck. He let down a bitemark on her soft skin, but he licked the sting away. He licked his way to her ear.

“Strip,”

She shivered. An order that she was more than willing to comply. She never thought such harshness in his voice would be something that she actually liked. Her hands reached for the buttons of her shirt. He pulled back to watch her. His tongue flashed across his lips. Grey eyes shined in anticipation. Before she had the chance to undo her shirt, he tore it off of her and tossed it on the floor. One hand reached back. Skilful fingers blindly unclipped her bra, and he wasted no second.