Lonely Nights (RIVAMIKA)

Lonely Nights

Levi gulped, a bead of sweat rolled down his temple as his widened eyes stayed glued to what was displayed on the ground.

Mikasa's satchel was left in the common chamber of the boat; a simple rock of the boat had caused it to fall over on the floor beside Levi as he sat at the table drinking his chamomile tea. The man placed his teacup carefully on its saucer before squatting to the floor to carefully make out what had spilled out of the peculiar envelope in her bag. The envelope didn't have writing or markings on; it seemed a bit secretive. But that wasn't what caught him off guard.

It was the pile of condom packets spilled across the floor by his feet that took him by surprise.

He raised his brows and scoffed to himself. It was fine. She is a grown-ass woman, he thought. She was an attractive woman, and no sane man could deny the appeal of Mikasa Ackerman. Her sex life was none of his damn business. But to be frank, Levi was a little relieved that the brat was being responsible. But... What the hell? He couldn't help but wonder who the hell was sleeping with Mikasa Ackerman.

Jaeger? Kirstein?

No, those two are dumbasses.

Either way, someone is a lucky bastard.

He cocked a brow and shook his head of his thoughts. The sudden tightness in his pants was a nuisance, and he leaned forward to pick up the remnants of Mikasa's belongings, stuffing it back into the satchel.

Levi halted once again, his hands froze as he began to process this even more. He and Mikasa were on a journey back to Marley completely alone. No one else, besides Onyankapon who was manning the boat. Unless she has a thing for that man...

No — what the hell? Why does she have these?

He gulped.

...Is it for me?

Suddenly images of Mikasa's unclad body flashed in his mind; at least, what he'd always imagined it to be. His palms began to sweat imagining her creamy skin and hourglass form in his grasp; he'd always noticed the build of attraction whenever they'd help each other dress and gear up for missions and expeditions, much more when they'd spar. It was an undeniable painful attraction that the captain had always tried to kill off by occupying his mind with other things or of the impending war they had to deal with.

But there he was, kneeling on the wooden floor of the boat staring at the damn condoms... His thoughts filled with detailed imagination of what it'd be like to fuck Mikasa for a night.

He slapped a palm to his forehead to snap out of it, leaving a deserved red mark in its trace. Levi, what the fuck are you thinking? He slumped to the ground and ran his stressed hand through his hair. His breaths suddenly turned shallow and his skin burned hot at the thought. It was always shitty to get so hot and bothered with no way to get this tension out of him, other than in the lone privacy of his room.

Levi had almost finished picking up the last of the condoms when he heard the door suddenly swing open behind him.

"Captain, have you seen my—"

His head shot backwards at Mikasa as he stood quickly to his feet. Levi's face turned opaque-red as he looked to Mikasa, whose eyes darted to the open bag in her captain's hands — he felt as if he'd been caught. He had no words to offer to console the moment.

"Captain? Were you looking through my belongings...?" Mikasa asked without emotion on her face.

All he did was close the flap of the bag and toss the bag onto the table in between them. "Your shitty bag spilled all over the floor." He turned his reddened face away and made a waving motion as if to shoo her away. "I think I got everything for you."