A Devoted Heart (Attack on Titan // LeviHan) - Part 2

What Can Possibly Go Wrong?

Hanji was here. This wasn't one of his wet dreams, she was really here, in this room, in front of him. The skin of her face was soft and warm underneath his fingers and she smelled like horses and grass and freedom and everything he had ever wanted.

Her lips tasted like warm bread with honey and butter, and Levi licked them greedily, his blood pounding in his ears from a desire that threatened to rip him apart. Was it possible to die from wanting someone too much? His heart launched into a frantic rhythm when her tongue began to playfully tease his, featherlight strokes that made his nerves tingle all the way down to his toes. She made a small whimpering sound, a bit of a sigh and a bit of a sob mingled together and hugged him fiercely against her.

"I've missed you," she whispered, "so damn much."

She had missed him.

He wanted to shout it from the rooftops, he wanted to sing and dance. Exhilarated, Levi studied Hanji's flushed face, that face that was so dear to him, reached up, removed her glasses and kissed her brow, her nose, her cheekbones, her eyelid. Then he carefully peeled the black eyepatch away because that other eyelid deserved to be kissed too. A small shudder went through her when his lips connected with it.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, slowly stroking the scarred skin around the eye with his thumb.

"Not at the moment," she whispered back hoarsely.

"I'm sorry you had to suffer," Levi felt his hate for Titans surge. For Titans and whoever was the blame for bringing them into the world.

"I'm just so relieved you made it out of Shiganshina alive," she replied, stroking the back of his head, his neck.

"I don't plan to die soon," he put a fierce kiss on her lips, wanting to taste more of her. She opened her mouth to him and he took possession of it, his hands grabbing her shapely butt and pulling her against him, barely holding back from grinding his swollen dick against her body for relief as his tongue stroked against hers.

"I should probably wash myself first," she murmured, trying to pull back. "I'm dirty."

"No way," he growled, grabbing her harder. "You're staying here with me."

Sex had to be dirty, it was the whole point. Besides, he knew what would happen if he let her go. She would bump into Eren or Armin or whoever. She would begin a conversation and forget about him. And he would die of lust and longing alone in his room, forever doomed to jerk off while thinking of having her.

She did start to grind against him when he started to kneed her butt just as he had fantasized and he groaned with pleasure, deepening their kiss. He could smell her wetness, the tangy scent of pussy readying itself for action. His desire soared higher. He should probably tell her that they would not leave this room anytime soon.

"I thought about fucking you every day," he told her breathlessly, "I cannot wait any longer, Hanji."

"What do you mean every day?" she blinked and blushed and he wanted to eat her, that's how delicious she looked.

"Every damn day. For years."

"Y... years?" she stroked a finger along his chin and down his throat. "Damn."

"I should never have stepped away from you," he said bitterly, "I'm such a fucking fool."

"But didn't my father..."

He clasped his hand over her mouth. "Shush. No talking."

No talking. No thinking. There were many reasons why he shouldn't sleep with her but not a single one mattered right now. Levi reached for her jacket, pulling it off her shoulders. Then he reached for the buckles of her harness with the soft swell of her breasts underneath. Hanji was not wearing a bra, he could see her nipples stiffen under his gaze, inviting him to bend down and lightly move his tongue over the fabric over and around the little peaks.