A Shitty Love

7.1

Sorry for the wait again, thanks for sticking with me! Have this little bit while I fabricate more of this fic! Enjoy!!

Simone lingered uncertainly in her bedroom doorway, staring at Levi as he sat with one leg crossed over the other in the armchair, reading on her tablet. She didn't want to interrupt his silent enjoyment, but he was desperately needed. Should she just brazenly ask? "Yes, he would not want me to 'shit around the fucking bush'," she assured herself. She had to make her desire known.

"Levi?" she asked lightly. He grunted and did not look up from his newest literary discovery. "I need you to . . . do it again."

He lifted his eyes to her and saw she only wore the towel wrap. "Why? You were satisfied before I was dumped into your life. You'll manage without my 'special touch'."

"But it feels so good when you do it! You're so firm and you can go for so long! I can't get the same feeling with just my hands.

Levi considered it blankly for a moment. "Fine. But don't ask me to go as hard this time."

Simone clapped excitedly and hurried into position. Levi pressed her down until her body made a chubby right angle. He let the warm fluid coat his hand and rubbed it on, saturating her.

"Are you ready?"

Simone responded with a shaky "Mm-hm!"

He plunged his fingers deep and a thick frothy liquid formed almost immediately around them. Massaging smoothly, she was soon worked into state of limp pleasure as she moaned lightly at his touch.

"You're so damn noisy," he said after five minutes.

"It's your fault for touching me so nicely. The least you can do is scratch the itch you've given me."

"Hey, stop squirming, you're making this fucking difficult," he said and dug at her harder.

"I . . . can't . . . heeelp . . . iiiiiiit . . .. Harrrrderrrr," she said thickly.

"Ugh, I've told you about using that voice," he growled in her ear.

"So sorry, Levi," she whispered through her delighted smile.

He accepted her apology and in return rubbed her with renewed intensity. She tried to stifle the pleased groan for fear that he'd stop his heavenly work. Plop. Plop. Plop. The foam dripping off her by the dollop went unnoticed in the midst of Levi's mind-numbing touch.

"Is this enough for you?"

"No, not yet, keep going!" she said quietly, knowing her expression was one of pure bliss.

He continued to raise the speed of his fingers with the crescendo of her hums as his ambiance. "You're too damn hard to please," he said as his fervid pace reached its peak and a small shiver traveled down Simone's spine.

"Mmmmm!" she cried out finally. Levi lessened his pressure on her and let the initial foam flow away from her. He swirled the fresh, thicker substance on her and kneaded it slowly, sinking in as far as he could. Once she was properly soaked, he let that run off of her too.

Simone sighed wistfully and rose back to her full height. Levi tossed her a towel. "Clean up this mess." She wrapped it around her soaking tresses; her hair washing was complete.

"Hmph. You wipe it up, you're the freeloading fugitive."

"I've been tidying this place more than a guest should, already," he said, situating himself back into his seat.

"You've only been here for two weeks. It's not like my home is filthy! Your standards are just way too high. It's water, it'll dry. We're supposed to be cleaning up today anyway-I see no reason to start early. Or maybe you're too interested in that book to put it down?" Simone said hopefully.

"Of course not, this is just studying material. And don't take too long on your hair, brat. You'll need your strength for this," he said. Simone could see he was serious. She huffed and resigned herself to the chores ahead of her with thoughts full of surliness at her sodden curls for not doing themselves and Levi for insisting she toil with him.

A couple of hours later, she left the bathroom with a rustling mass of hair laying on her back, each dark strand uniformly straight. Her mane tickled the base of her backbone as she walked over to Levi. He beheld her new 'do and said, "I assume you're going to tie all that up somehow? Or shall I use your head instead of the broom?"

"You're not funny. Sorry Levi, but we're gonna have to pause the cleaning. I have to go to work to see what they've dug up on Eren's spinal fluid."

"Do I have to go?"

"No."

"Well, I'm not pausing anything. You're bothersome, so I'll probably be faster without you here," he said, pulling on her cleaning gloves with a sharp snap for each. "Bye."

"You can't tell me 'bye' like that! This is my home, midget. I'll take my bleach and ammonia with me," she threatened.

"You won't make it far, shitty fat ass."

Simone snorted derisively as she walked out the door, but silently agreed with him; she had seen Levi lift twice his weight without the slightest sign strain when they'd first met. He could probably chase her down and carry her back into the apartment, cleaning materials and all.