Lady execution Levi Ackerman x OC (ENG) 18+

Chapter LVIII. If I could fly I would give you the sky

The edge of the coastal city of Paradis Island August 4th, 853

"Is that really my scout cloak you're wiping yourself in?" He asked as she climbed out of the stream soaking wet, wrapping a piece of green cloth around her body.

"Sorry, I forgot to take a towel on this trip, I'm doing what I can," she stated ironically and carefully walked through the branches back to him.

"You're doing so well. I always thought you don't like being in the wild nature,"

"I don't. There's not much to eat here, the water is freezing and I'm still cold," she sat down next to him and placed the bowl in which she had prepared the same mixture for washing. The scent of herbs from her hair wafted around as she got close enough to unwrap his bandages. "Can I wash your hair?" She asked in a gentle voice, to which he nodded and let her comb her fingers through individual strands, stuck together with dirt and blood. She scooped up the herbal mixture by her fingers and gently massaged it into his hair, after which he relaxed and closed his eyes. He could feel her nails, massage his scalp and comb his hair back to get all the dirt out of it. She pulled his hair, forcing him to bend his head so that she could rinse it, and the water began to run down his body. His eyes were still closed because he was sincerely enjoying her care, so he didn't even notice when she moved over his body and sat on his lap. That's why he opened his eyes when he felt the weight of her body on his and stared at her face, over which still wet, scarlet hair was falling. Her eyes without any make-up shone like diamonds, tracing his body, which she washed with a piece of cloth. He watched her skin, on which the drops of water still glistened, also his cloak with wings of freedom, which was falling slightly from her body. She pulled away from him and turned to wet the cloth again when Levi instinctively grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him in surprise. "Does something hurt you?" She asked carefully and Levi nodded. "What?" She lifted her head to the side curiously and Levi moved her palm to his chest where he placed it.

"Here," he answered her in a low voice, still looking into her eyes with that typically tired look of his. Theia's gaze drifted lower and she brought her lips closer to where he was pointing. She moved her own hand, which Levi was still holding, and kissed his skin, after which he closed his eyelids slightly.

"Better?" She asked, her breath warming his skin.

"A little," he replied, to which Theia smiled and moved her lips a millimeter further where she kissed him gently again and then, moving her kisses higher and higher, to his neck, feeling on her palm like his heart started to beat faster. He tilted his head back and exhaled heavily, his eyes still closed. Theia moved closer to him and used her tongue instead of lips to caress his neck as Levi slowly moved his hand to her still wet back where he placed it until Theia stopped and he opened his eyes in confusion to see her looking at him. She raised her hand and caressed his bruised face, along the still fresh stitches that stretched over his mouth, where she also caressed him. She moved her fingers behind his neck where she buried them in his undercut and moved even closer to his face as he watched her every move intently. She gently closed her eyelids and really, really carefully pressed to his lips, which he opened a little. She could clearly feel the harsh stitches and the iron taste of blood, but she didn't stop in the tender caress of his mouth, while she felt him begin to hug her urgently.

"Now, it feels better?" She asked, but she didn't even have time to pull away, because Levi pulled her back to him by force.

"No," he whispered into her mouth and kissed her again. He thought he would go crazy with the feeling of longing for her closeness. "I love you so much," he closed his eyes painfully and held her even tighter. She didn't understand what had happened that she suddenly felt his pain return again. He pressed his face to her chest where he hid from her gaze as if he didn't even want her to look at him.