Desire Or Detestment - Levi Ackerman

Eighteen

The few days after your and levis encounter in his office had gone by too fast for your liking. 

From training to the occasional run-in of levi pulling you off somewhere private and forced his tongue down your throat- not that you were complaining

At the point of the day when he would- was really the only thing you looked forward to. sure your friends were fun and all, but nothing was better than his slender hands roaming you and making your skin burn from his subtle touching- as well as the sloppy wet, needy kisses he gave you.

you never knew how much of an ego boost it was being able to tell someone was so infatuated with you through them not being able to keep their hands off you- it was exhilarating, to say the least.

of course- not everything was perfect in the sense of, levi wasn't one for talking. And it's not as though you were going back on your word.

Just fun. It was just fun

But leaving straight after was becoming annoying, at least sit and have a cup of tea. It wasn't like you were asking him to confess his love or even admit he liked you- hell, you weren't even asking him for anything.. not verbally anyway.

The same occurrence was about to happen, levi fixing his shirt and chucking yours over at you, which you caught, plopped down in his chair.

"You gonna kick me out again?"

Levi glanced up, staring at you with a blank expression. "What do you mean?"

You slipped your arms through the sleeves of your shirt, starting from the bottom to button the shirt up, eyeing levi slightly. "As in, tell me to leave once im done getting dressed." You move your hands up, pulling your hair out of the back of the shirt. "Or can we actually sit and have a normal conversation?"

"There's nothing to talk about,"

"Isn't there?" You stand, grabbing your cream coloured pants off the edge of the desk, slipping your legs in.

Levi pressed his lips together. "Like what?" he muttered out, now back to being decent. His hands moved to fix the cuffs of his shirt.

"Well- i dunno.. anything? It's not weird to talk afterwards- its not like it's intimate or something"

"Im not scared of being intimate-" 

"You sure?"

Levis eyes narrow, his hands falling to his sides. "Im sure." He gritted out, ignoring your blatent amused look.

A small snort leaves your lips, and you go over, stepping in front of levi. You ignore his deadly glare and move your hands up, innocently fixing the collar of his shirt. "A cup of tea would be nice after i let you use my body.. wouldn't you say?"

Levis throat gives a gruff noise in response, eyeing you. "You make it sound like you're doing me a favour," he breathed out, shifting his weight slightly.

Your eyes moved from his collar up to his eyes. "Am i not?" You spoke, your head tilted. Your eyes flickered down, seeing his lips twitch.

"If i remember correctly, im the one doing you the favour," he stepped closer, his hands moving to slide up your sides. "Am i not?"

Ah. He got you there.

Your feel heat rush to your cheeks as you let out a small hum, nodding your head ever so slightly. "Let's just say we are both doing each other a favour."

Levi leaned more against you, slightly backing the two of you up until your lower back was against his desk, his breath tickling your ear.

"I think i'd rather keep reminding you this was your idea." His voice sent shivers up your spine as he placed a gentle kiss on the skin next to your ear.