The Bet

Untitled Part 1

       The bet was something that really should never have happened. Wildly inappropriate, and so unlike the captain. Yet here you are, readying for something your stubborn ass should have backed down from. How could you, though? This is Levi for fuck's sake! Secret fantasy, irritating asshole, and by all reports a virgin. That's a trifecta you don't mind taking on, not at all. Fifteen more minutes and it's time to pay up. You give yourself one final check in the bathroom mirror....

       Fifteen more minutes. Gods is he ever nervous. He doesn't think he's ever been this nervous in his life! He was honestly expecting you to back down. Maybe you won't show. He half hopes you do, and half hopes you don't. He's not even sure what he was thinking, acting so rashly. When you said what you said to him, gave the temptation you gave, it was like he couldn't help himself! And what he offered in return? So, unlike him!

       You are quite a sexy woman; he must confess. He's caught himself checking you out more than he probably should. Your h/l, h/c hair, your e/c eyes, that mouth.... He's going to find out about that tonight, he thinks with a shudder. Time to get dressed. You'll be here soon. Should he bother with clothes?

The Bet:

       It's a warm spring morning, and the garrison is out testing some modifications the science and weaponry division has added to their cannons. You walk from cannon to cannon eyeing the set-up. Dozens of fake titans are set up, some closer in range, some not. You stop at one in particular, tapping the soldier manning it on the shoulder and shaking your head.

       "Move it up ten degrees, soldier," you tell him.

       "Yes ma'am." He's about to do just that when another voice calls out otherwise.

       "Leave it as is. It's going to hit." Levi walks up, gives you a quick glance, then stares back down the firing lane. "It will hit."

       "With all due respect. Captain, this is my squad and I give the orders. At this range, it will miss."

       He turns to look at you then and your eyes lock in a battle of wills. Does he have any clue that look Is making your panties melt? Probably not, but enough. Hot or not, he is not giving counter orders to your soldiers!

       "With all due respect, sergeant, it will hit due to the wind. You raise it, it will fly overhead. Leave it, soldier."

       "Raise it!"

       "Leave it."

       Now he's got you pissed, and your mouth flies open before you can think rationally about what you just said.

       "Bullshit. If you can actually hit the target at this distance and wind speed, I'll suck your fucking dick." You turn on your heel, missing the widening of his eyes. You hear his response though.

       "You'll do more than suck it. Fire that fucking cannon!", he looks on, half hoping it will miss. It doesn't. The target explodes into shrapnel. You stop and slowly turn, eyeing his smug expression with irritation.

       "My quarters. Ten o' clock, sergeant. Such a shame, I was going to counter this bet with some pussy eating if I lost...."

       You turn on your heel and storm off. He turns to the soldier manning the cannon.

       "Tell anyone about this conversation and I'll kick your ass." He knows it's a pointless threat; this is going to spread like wildfire.

Ten O' Clock:

       As the expected knock sounds on his door, he jumps in startlement and a touch of fear. You're actually going to honor the bet, are you? His imagination has been running wild ever since he won this bet. Thoughts ranging from eating you out to shoving your face into his pillow as he fucks you in the ass. That's something he would NEVER do, but the fantasy comes to him anyway like a stealthy assassin, slaying his sensibilities. He actually had to beat off an hour ago because for one, he couldn't stand it anymore, and two; he didn't want to finish too quickly. He wants to make this first foray into sexual favors last.