AN: Welllll its done! Sorry if the lemon wasn't to your taste, but hell I'm just happy to get this out (again not really checking it over for mistakes as a whole because if I do who knows when this would get published)
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He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but it was driving him up the wall.
Every move of hers today had been a sexual enticement. The thrown back shoulders as she walked toward him, set at a smooth pace that forced him to take notice of her too long legs. The toned nature of her arms, bare for his viewing pleasure as she rolled up the sleeves as she worked. The torturously slow track a bead of sweat left as it made its way down her neck and disappeared into a place he didn't want to be caught staring. Of course there was also the irritating turnoff of her underlying sense of superiority. Plus she was dirty.
But having had her under him twice hadn't helped matters. He had literally slid his hands and body over hers. But it seemed she wasn't bothered. It was obvious the girl either didn't realize how provocative both positions had been, which he found rather naive of her and thus unlikely, or the other and more likely scenario of her not caring if he thought the situation sexual as she wasn't interested any way about it.
Not that he cared. The girl was certified Eren crazy. If this whole incident proved anything, it was that. Levi had to deal with more than enough eccentric people to even remotely want to deal with another. The sooner she learned not to mess with him, the sooner he wouldn't have to deal with another nut job.
He watched Mikasa as she finished sweeping up the room of dust, all on her knees. She made to get up and move on to the next step of the cleaning process, but Levi stopped her.
"No you may not use the mop"
"..." Mikasa paused for a second before looking toward Levi not bothering to hide her annoyance from her expression.
"No need for the attitude Ackerman. There's a cloth and a toothbrush in a bucket in the closet. That should suit you just fine."
"Shall I crawl over to the closet too?" she murmured to herself.
But Levi had heard, and his lips curled despite himself.
"I wouldn't stop you."
Levi didn't want to have anything to do with her. But at the same time, he couldn't deny that when he had the upper hand, it was damn fun.
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He was drifting off into sleep, when he felt a dip in the bed. On edge, his eyes shot open but relaxed immediately.
She was on top of him looking down. Like usual. Like always.
She was completely naked save for her small black panties. He arched up to grind against her, and her expression dazed in want, eyelashes fluttering shut. But she was on top, and before he could reach up and touch her bare breasts, she was up and off him, painfully grabbing both his wrists and pinning them above his head.
"You can't Levi" she whispered in his ear, licking the shell sweetly before bitting the lobe in pretty punishment.
She trailed one hand down his arms, while the other kept a tight grip on his wrists. Her hands were surprisingly slim, with tapered fingers and clean nails that dug into the soft skin of his inner wrist.
"Be good and so will I," her voice was familiar but... there was something foreign to it. Who was she?
Suddenly both her hands were on his chest, fingers circling his nipples, while his own hands gripped the bars of the bed's headboard. She pinched him suddenly and he jumped a little. She lowered her head to his neck smiling and kissed and licked her way slowly, slowly down. His breathing started to strain as her hands roamed free in his hair, down his neck, nails scraping his back, to finally skimming his stomach, hip and inner thigh, but never down to the place he craved her touch the most. Her eyes slid up his body, looking at her handiwork, and he met her eyes. His stomach flipped.
But her hands were there then, the place she had avoided until now, and she pumped him, once, twice. Black silk hair spilled onto his thigh as slid further down the bed. She thumbed the bit of precum that had formed at his tip. Her eyes held a strange glitter, and he watched hood eyed in lust as she removed her hand from his body, to put her fingers in her mouth. She licked and sucked her fingers, moistening them further, scissoring them before his eyes to show of the wet strings of saliva between her fingers, before letting her hand run down her body to finally disappear into her own panties. His breath caught as he watched her pleasure herself, all the while torturing him with his raging hard erection by not finishing the job. But before he could voice his desire to see exactly what that hand was busy doing, she moved her mouth down to his base to lick u-
"Stop! Not with your mouth." Levi exclaimed, simultaneously furious at himself for stopping her, yet desperate for her too. "Let me have you," he said, voice slightly hoarse "I want to be in you when I come."
"Why the hurry?", she whispered tilting her head, licking his member with her tongue ignoring his protest, starting from the base to the very tip where she spread liquid that had collected. She blew softly on his erection before meeting his eyes again. "We have time" she said playfully, "Let me spoil you." Laughing lightly at the look on his face, she took her fingers away from her panties and was about to place them on his defined stomach. But he caught her hand and catching her eye, slipped her fingers into his mouth, sucking them in a parody of her earlier show. His other hand slipped down her back in a slow drag, causing her to push out her breasts. Her lips parted and she shifted uncomfortably, turned on more than ever before. Further, he pushed his hand, sneaking into her panties to feel the warm wet folds of her pussy begging to be touched.
"You weren't supposed to move" she murmured as she pinned his wrists back up to the headboard like before, but moving up to acquiesce him anyways. She kissed his neck, feeling the rapid pulse before laving that too. He barely repressed the shiver he had in response. But the sense that if he didn't hurry it would all end wouldn't shake its hold on his mind. Unnatural? Yes, something about all this was unnatural, he knew. She was un-
Her wet sex sank down on him, and he was lost. The feeling of being in her was all he could concentrate on, the movement of her hips was a dance only for him. Time was forgotten in her body's vice like grip and lover's touch. He thrust up into her forgetting her threat of punishment, but this time she didn't care. She too was lost in lust, his hard length filling her body, the pace increasing, her behavior more and more wanton. She sobbed his name softly, desperate with heightening need. "Levi Heichou" she sobbed brokenly. Her voice was always quiet he knew, but she cried out his name over and over again, gaining slowly in volume. And like a spell or curse, each time he heard his name utter from her soft lips he too wished he could call out her name like a possessive lover. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly! But he couldn't understand. They were moving faster now, and Levi was getting closer, he was coming closer..
The images were snatches then, of her breasts, her legs, the place where their bodies met, of her eyes, her cold hard eyes.
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Levi woke up slowly. He knew he wasn't exactly surprised that he had dreamt of her. He had seen her before in his dreams, now that he thought about it. Not dreams like this of course, but of those unforgettable eyes of hers. Her accusing eyes, anger so raw it was palpable. During that day in the courtroom filled with confusing emotions and angry fearful people, he had felt the look of someone. He had glanced toward the source without thinking of how strange it was that something would draw his attention in that crowd, and had felt his eyes widen at the rage.
But this kind of dream... Levi ran a hand over his face tiredly. He hadn't had a dream like this in what seemed like forever. This vivid. This sexual. And why was she on top? With the way things were going with her, he would have thought if he had had a fantasy featuring Mikasa, she'd have been chained to a wall, glaring angrily at him. That was until he fingered her pussy so wet she'd be begging for his cock. Maybe even with a collar and ball gag? So why had he been the flustered virgin waiting meekly for her touch? Did.. did he secretly want to be dominated? Impossible, Levi scoffed. She was most certainly a virgin anyway, her age and general disposition of an ice queen made him doubt she knew anything about sex.
Sexual desires aside, there was the issue of Eren hanging over them. Levi was silent for a moment, before muttering a couple curses under his breath and getting out of bed. It was still quite early, but he desperately needed a shower. The smart thing to do, he knew, was to not think about the dream anymore. But the thought of that Mikasa touching herself while thinking of you would be hard to erase out of any man's mind.
Tomorrow was another day of cleaning, and Levi was not going to bring these random, inconsequential feelings in the mix. Steeling himself for the cold blast , the last thought that went through his head before the storm of cold hit was if she really would be better on top?
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Levi was waiting for her when she knocked on the room door.
"You're dirty" His eyes were judging.
"Practice ran late. It was either late or dirty, and I'm cleaning anyways." she said eyes straight ahead.
He sighed in aggravation and looked away. After two days of dealing with her rebellious attitude, he still couldn't find a way to truly punish her. Truth be told, he wanted to humiliate her. Not publicly of course. But in this room where she continued to push and push, he wanted to retaliate in kind so hard she'd fall back on her round ass. Sprawled on the floor. Looking up at him.
Levi internally grimaced. He hated the effect she had on him, bringing up the mean young wild boy he used to be. This side of him that he thought he left behind in a life long past in a world he wanted to forget.
"Its only my jacket and shirt that's dirty. I have a camisole underneath."
The thought of her down on the floor, at his feet in nothing but a thin red silk camisole slid into mind. Thin enough so that her hard nipples were obvious to his eyes, pressing hard against the fabric begging to be touched.
He frowned. "Your pants are dirty too.", he observed.
"They're stained not caked with dirt. It won't m- I mean they're fine for cleaning sir."
"Fine" he said, eyes on her.
She crouched and took off her shoes. If she was hoping he would turn back in to the room and wait, she was having to such luck. She made the mistake of looking up to meet his eyes as she placed her boots on the mat. She glanced away just as quick. Something in his straight gaze was made her embarrassed, and as soon as she realized she was aggravated by her reaction.
She looked up suddenly, and Levi was no fool. Her body language screamed confrontation, even if her face was cut from stone.
"Why haven't I been able to speak or even see Eren since the day we got here?"
"Ask youself that question. You fucked up now you pay the price-", Levi replied dismissively.
"No", she said in a quiet fury he was beginning to associate with her. It wasn't silent, but quiet, like the first damp winds that come just before the storm. By then its too late.
"Even before this mess happened I never saw him. I am not being paranoid, or hysterical or nonsensical. Barely anyone has seen him. It took me ages to find out where he even slept. He's been treated as a monster, an experiment, a hero, a tool to be used?!" Mikasa spat out, unchactarcteristically ranting, then took a breath and noticing Levi's eyes watching her carefully she continued in a more controlled manner "I don't know what Eren's thinking right now, but the reassurance of family surely isn't something that you need to prevent! Why haven't you let me see him?"
"If you had properly asked, you would have been able to see Eren. He wasn't being barred from visitors."
"I did ask! I explained who I was to Eren perfectly clearly to your guardsmen, but none would allow me into the basements."
"You weren't being barred from Eren, it was the basement area in general. If we were going to put the man power into keeping watch on the basements then might as well put a couple more important things there. And if you came directly to me I could have arranged for you to be able to bypass the guards. You can't expect my men to explain your problems to me for your sake. Surely you would agree"
Actually each officer had come to him the next day with a description of her and what had happened. But he had wanted to hear it from her himself. Hanji had overheard and had questioned him also about his decision. Not that she didn't think he was right, her precious records and tools were stored in the basement as if she'd let anybody near them without permission. But the fact that he hadn't made any effort to clue her in, that she had to formally request permission from him, that was the part that was questionable.
Unbeknownst to Hanji (because if she knew he'd never get away without giving a full explanation which would be prove to be more embarrassing) he had actively prevented her from knowing about the need to ask for his approval. He had asked the guards to just turn all visitors down with the explanation of the basement being off limits after hours, no exceptions, and to let him know the next day if anyone had come by.
The reason being all for the Ackerman chit's very sake, irritatingly enough. Eren, in contrast to Mikasa's worries, was fine. The brat was mentally quite solid. While he was a bit of a brooder, Eren wasn't someone to look too deeply into things and seemed like the type to concentrate on the present and what he could do to further his ambitions.
If the kid was a normal brat, he'd probably be much more distrustful after the events of the courtroom, and his continued treatment now. If Eren was normal maybe he'd cry and feel sorry for himself. If he were normal he might even have wanted a visitor to talk things out, especially with Mikasa, someone who was unconditionally on his side. But Eren, as she should well know by now, was not a normal brat. He was crazy. Just as he should be, because that his strong point, and it was probably this trait that drew people to him.
To sum it up, the kid was cracked in a way Levi could appreciate, and coupled with Eren's currently naive faith in humanity and natural goodnatured blockheadedness, the boy would do fine, present and future. The fact Mikasa wanted to see him so badly wasn't just to reassure herself he was OK. It was a sign of lack of faith in the legion scouts and probably more important to her, a sign of lack of faith in Eren.
The girl had to grow up. The sooner the better, for herself, Eren and the Corps.
So he told her so. Or at least he thought he did.
"So I can see Eren tonight?"
Levi sighed. She was just a girl, he shouldn't have even bothered. Waving his hand dismissively, he replied a little scathingly "I'll see what I can do."
Sitting down he reached for his paperwork to while away time as Mikasa cleaned her way across the room. Concentrating at the task at hand, except for the brief but keen instances where he critiqued her handiwork, Levi didn't look up much at all. If he did, maybe he would have recognized the look that sometimes came upon Mikasa's face as she cleaned.
And if he had looked up, maybe it wouldn't have surprised him as much when, the work all done for the day with the room finally spotless, Mikasa came to stand by his chair, arms folded with something to say.
"I know what you meant." At his blank expression she reiterated "I understand what you trying to get at when you lectured me earlier. I've been told it before, although with less bluntness and more kindness", and by people who have known me for years with full knowledge of my history, but she chose to omit that. "I know I will have to change, eventually. Actually I think I have matured", she took in his expression and continued "if only a little bit.", Mikasa turned and started toward the door.
"You won't be getting a thank you though. Your concern was unnecessary." Her utterance of 'concern' was laced with typical condescension, but her body language told a different story.
Despite all what she said, when she reached the door to leave the door, she did a smart salute, and although all he could see was her back, he could have sworn she was smiling.
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**Epilogue**
Mikasa cleared her throat with a soft cough, but Armin heard the message loud and clear.
He shifted down the bench to make room for the finally off-duty Mikasa.
"Eren", she said gravely to the boy on her right, interrupting his argument with Jean, "Are you alright?"
With both eyebrows raised he replied "I'm fine, as you can see."
Expecting to hear a barrage of questions about if he was really ok, what he'd been up to, was he ok, was anybody mean to him, was he ok, was-he-ok, washeok, both Eren and Armin braced themselves for the coming onslaught.
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"Mikasa?", Armin ventured, a little bit confused.
"Thats good. If your fine, then I'm good, Eren."
Mikasa smiled at Eren softly, her gaze warm. Eren, satisfied with her reaction and happy with the lack of questions, returned to his conversation with Jean, smiling also.
"Well then!" Armin, much more aware that Mikasa unusually restrained reaction to Eren, was in fact very unusual, started to smile too.
"Finally done with for the day huh? How's the cleaning process going? I would think you would be near finished by today."
Turning to her stew and loosening her scarf to start eating dinner herself "Your right. I finished today."
"What are you talking about Ackerman. Your with me tomorrow night. Unfortunately."
Surprised at the sudden unwarranted appearance of their Captain, he was greeted with a slew of messy greetings from mouths half full of food. Eren had immediately made to get up to salute, but Mikasa had just had quickly pulled him down.
"I finished cleaning the room sir. It's just as clean as it was originally."
He gave her a blank look "And you would know?"
Mikasa only frowned. Nodding at Eren and motioning those who had gotten up to sit back down, Levi also managed to find a space for himself, wedged right between Mikasa and Eren. Mikasa 'politely' gave him as much space as possible.
The Captain continued on, "Yes, you finished cleaning up the mess you made. But no, you're not anywhere near finished cleaning the room." Levi then began to converse with the eager Eren and the rest of the new Survey Corps recruits.
Mikasa was silent for a few seconds. It wasn't like she had thought she would be getting off that easily, but she had to wonder why he had sat down at all. Deciding to play nice and converse with the man who was in charge of Eren wellbeing, she asked "What will I be doing tomorrow?"
Levi watched as she started to resume eating her now lukewarm meal.
"Nothing special," He drawled in away that had her alarm bells ringing.
Mikasa stopped eating to meet his gaze. It seared through her, and she forgot where she was, who she was with, everything but that heat.
But he moved away, or maybe she had, she had no clue except that the sorcery he cast was over. And it was sorcery. What else could it have been.
Levi got up off the bench, but put a hand on Mikasa's shoulder in uncommon camaraderie, the warm touch unsettling the already on edge woman.
"Tomorrow, you'll just be stripping for me"
Multiple choking noises, food flying, and Levi's hand moved in front of her face just in time. Mikasa went rigid in shock.
Bits of stew unstuck themselves from her scarf and slowly began to slop down her front. Levi had moved just in time to intercept the food that had been spit out of Jean's mouth at hearing her task for tomorrow.
"Stripping and then waxing the floor of course," Levi clarified as he used a napkin to wipe the tiny spec of soup that had landed on his wrist. Ever the gentleman, he had risked getting his hand dirty to spare Mikasa from getting a face full of half chewed stew. Instead her scarf had taken the hit.
Levi, just slightly, smiled.
"It needed a good cleaning anyway"
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