Desire Or Detestment - Levi Ackerman

twelve

3rd day of your deal. Three times more harder. I mean, people always say you got to earn what your given and right now you were definitely earning it from the non stop annoying teasing from your oh so aparently stuck up captain.

How the tables had turned. Really. For a guy who never seemed to be bothered by anything, he sure seemed to be enjoying you squirm and wriggle at the urge to tell him your usual unserious and sarcastic comments.

Yet you held back. You were going to win. You needed to. For your own dignity at this point, if you lost after this you might feel the urge to go bungee jumping off the wall with no gear on.

You heard a loud bang, making you jump, glancing behind you from the bench you had been sitting on one of the benches in the mess hall alone, it being blatently obvious you had came down to eat your breakfast early to try and avoid levi- since what other reason would you have to be up so god damn early.

Levi had walked into the mess hall, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He raises an eyebrow, a small sutle smirk playing on his lips.

He strides over to your table, his movements confident and fluid. As he approaches, he deliberately knocks over a chair, making it clatter loudly on the floor, which had been the culprit of the loud bang that had startled you.

"Ah, sorry about that. Clumsy me." He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as he takes a seat next to you, his thigh brushing against yours.

"How's your meal, runt? Enjoying the... bland flavors of our esteemed chef?" He asks, his eyes glinting with amusement, as he nudges your leg with his own, trying to get a rise out of you.

A small little breath leaves your lips as you grip the spoon tighter in your hand, letting it slip back into the soup you had been eating. Your eyes shifted from levis leg up to his face as he stares back at you.

"Mm yep, so good." You grit out, forcing a smile onto your lips as you keep your gaze locked on his, your whole body tense and your eye feeling like it was about to twitch out from irritation.

Levi lets a low hum slither out from his throat, his lips tugging into a slight smirk, clearly pleased that he's getting under your skin.

He leans forward to the table ever so slightly, his arm moving so that his elbow was pressed down on the hard wooden table, his cheek resting on his fist, his gaze boring into yours.

"You know, for someone who doesnt seem to know when to shut her mouth.. your surprisingly doing quite well.. i thought you would have cracked by now" levis low and playful tone sent shivers down your spine

His hand slipped under the table, sliding onto your thigh and gently wrapped his fingers around it, the four going inbetween your two thighs while his thumb applied a little pressure on your outer thigh.

The sudden touch made your breathing hitch as you slightly glare at him. "I feel- feel like touching shouldnt be allowed while-"

"Whys that? Are you making rules runt?" Levi said, giving you an amused smile as he gently squeezed her thigh.

"Of- .. of course not- it was a-.. a suggestion?" You mutter out, shifting slightly on the stool as you press your thighs together, crushing levis fingers a little.

"A suggestion huh.. i guess i should consider it then hm?" He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he lets out a low, mocking chuckle.

The whole atmosphere was making you feel on edge, as if eyeing something youve been dying to have, if that thing had hands that touched you and an annoying hot gaze that bore into yours.

You let out a small hum. "Id appreciate it captain" you breathed out, the desperation in your voice blatenly obvious.

His eyes stare into yours, the tension between you two practically unbareable as his breathing shifts, his hand slightly twitching between your thighs, taking a sharp breath in he moved his hand away and looked away, finally breaking the uncomfortable- yet hot, staring compitition.