It's complicated: Levi x Petra Lemon

Chapter 4: Sweet lovin'

Warning. Extreme graphic content swearing and smut. Rated R
This is the longest I've ever written heh enjoy

Before she could say a word, he slipped his hand around her hips, pulling her forward, and passionately put his lips forcefully. She immediately gave in, with her body pressed up against his, grabbing his shirt. They kissed for a good thirty seconds before Petra broke away, gently shoving her Captain. Levi cocked his head and looked her.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's just...I mean...shouldn't we talk about this first?" she looked at him, with a little bit of doubt setting into her features.

"Mm...no..." was all Levi said before crashing his mouth against hers again.

"Mmf! Wait...!" Petra tried to speak in between kisses, but his mouth wouldn't release her.

"I don't want to talk..." he whispered, before kissing her hard once again.

Petra was again lost in his kiss. How in the hell did he manage to lure her in so easily? He was like a drug that was so easily addicting...like a sweet, sweet addiction. She continued to kiss him as his hands wandered down to her hips, where he slipped his hands underneath her shirt and began to gently rub his fingertips against her skin. Her hangover was slowly disappearing by the second as pure lust took over.

Petra let out a small gasp as Levi continued to touch her weak spots.

"Just as I thought..." he murmured.

Petra couldn't take this. He was already making her crazy.

"Just...mm! Just wait!" she shoved him away.

"What the fuck is it now?" Levi sighed heavily.

"We just...We are talking about this first! Don't be a dick, Heichou!" Petra blurted out.

"A dick, huh?" Levi only blinked. "Okay fine. So let's talk." He looked at her expectantly, his facial features a bit softer, and the look in his eyes could even pass as...gentle

Petra swallowed hard, trying to figure out what she wanted to say to him...what she should say to him. But all she kept doing was getting lost in his eyes, which kept staying on her. What was she supposed to be talking about again...?

"Well...?" Levi crossed his arms over his chest.

He looked so fucking good right now....

Petra felt her face get hot. Did she really just think that? She felt Levi's hand cup her lower back, pulling her into him again.

"I have this feeling..." he said softy, keeping his eyes solely on hers. "That you really don't want to talk either..."

Their faces were extremely close now, and she could feel his breath on her cheek once more. The morning dawn streamed in sunlight and she closed her eyes.

"So which is it?" Levi put his mouth near hers, so close that their lips almost brushed against each other's.

"No...talking..." she whispered as Levi pressed his lips against hers once again.

He moved his hands to her hips again, slowly drifting up her shirt and continued where he left off, rubbing his fingertips into her hips, slowly and gently. They continued to kiss, getting heavier by the second. Petra tried to hold in any moaning that tried to escape her lips as Levi continued to touch her body. It was a little embarrassing that something as simple as a touch could make one so crazy, but she continued to let him feel her up, and tried not to make too much noise.

Levi's kisses began to get more aggressive, as he slipped his tongue into her mouth again, causing her to grunt and grip his shirt a bit tighter. His hands wandered farther up her shirt, where he grabbed at her waist, right where her curves were, and rubbed. As their tongues continued to clash, Levi had been slowly backing her towards the bed, where Petra stopped as soon as her backside hit the bed post.