S'il Vous Plait Rappelez Moi ( Please, Remember Me )

V. Respect and Emotion

Levi slowly opened his eyes.

Ugh, what time is it?

He noticed a ray of sunlight seeping through the slightly parted curtains. So, it must be morning. And since when did he last sleep like that? It was the most refreshing thing, he even had this nice dream wherein he was trying to hug a large and extremely soft and fragrant pillow. It seemed to try to escape him, so he unleashed his awakened Ackerman prowess to not let it go. It struggled, but to no avail. It gave up after a few attempts and finally bent down to his will. It surrendered and took this chance to crush it against him, falling deeply into the world of slumber.

Ah! What a great day. He felt so energized and decided to start his schedule when he realized that his room looked totally different. The wallpaper was cream instead of white. There was a slight aroma of lavender lingering on the air, and there was a grand piano in the middle. Wait, a grand piano?

He nervously shifted and felt an uncomfortable, yet satisfying weight on top of him. He swallowed involuntarily, looked and saw, in complete surprise and confusion, a breathtakingly beautiful form asleep on top of him, her head resting gently on his chest.

And not just any girl. How in the world did Petra get on top of him?!

And then, he remembered about his dream of a pillow he successfully defeated and caught.

Levi's eyes widened with shock. Was that even a dream? Was that Petra he tried to straddle?

He gulped and tried to move, and found both his arms possessively wrapped around her narrow waist. Not only that, he noticed that her clothes were different from last night. What became of her jade turtle neck and white pants? Why was she now dressed in that most revealing way, with that shorts and that tank top? Levi shifted and felt the full blast of her well - endowedness against his hard chest. Then, he felt something else in his body harden.

Levi's sins just tripled at the realization. They, no, she, was in grave danger.

From his desire.

It didn't help much when he tried to shake her arms in an attempt to wake her up and his hands just glided on her soft, smooth skin.

God, I have to wake her up, before I do something irrevocable to her.

Petra softly moaned in her sleep, not in the least bit disturbed, and Levi finally lost his remaining restraint on himself.

He quickly shifted their positions with wildly beating heart, and managed to get her beneath him. Her hair spilled, creating the illusion of molten amber, and Levi's desire for her doubled. He glided his hands over her smooth thighs and parted them, placing them over his hard legs. He lowered his face, and when it was just inches away from hers, he felt her warm breath gracing his skin. He was gently caressing her legs and arms, need growing hot inside him. He slightly lifted her thighs and crushed himself even closer to her. He put his lips closer to hers, his heart in a complete disarray of emotions,...