Never Let You Go ▶A Levi Ackerman X Reader◀

Chapter Seventeen

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Over the next few weeks, I physically train. The beginning was hard work, but as more time passes, it becomes easier. And since Levi is in charge of my training, we spend most of our days​ together. Much to his distaste, people have noticed our level of closeness and have begun to question our relationship. Typically their questions are ignored.

Today Levi is helping me make a new workout routine. I meet him in the weight room. He wears pants, a towel in hand. I wear spandex shorts and a sports bra, my hair pulled back in a ponytail. His eyebrows raise as I enter the room.

I take notice of his lack of upper clothing and I blush. His chest is muscular and chiseled. He also sports an eight-pack, which makes me feel both hot and bothered, and intimidated at the same time.

How can I ever keep up with him? He looks like he's been chiseled out of marble and I look like I eat too many cookies.

"Hey." He says, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Hi, Captain. What's on routine for today?"

He sets his towel down, picking up a long bar. "We'll start with basic stretches. Then we'll move into strength training."

"Okay, I'll follow you."

"Good. Find some space." He uses his commanding tone.

We begin our stretches, and I immediately regret not keeping up more with my physicality.

He comes to a stretch that makes my cheeks grow warm.

"Lie on your back." He says, which I do. "Now, raise your leg. Let's see how flexible you are..."

He grasps onto my ankle, pushing my leg slowly upward towards my shoulder. As it bends too far, I groan in pain. He moves to the other leg. He pushes harder on it, causing me to cry out. He mutters an apology, but I question the sincerity.

He pulls me to my feet and we begin our exercises​. We use the barbell and dumbbells. We do weighted squats, which I feel Levi got some enjoyment out of.

He doesn't push me very hard today.
When we finish and we're both sweating profusely, he undoes the buckle on his belt, before undoing his pants. My eyes widen. He doesn't seem to notice my reaction, as he begins to wipe himself down with his towel.

His pants fall more open as he moves, and I have trouble keeping my eyes up. I watch a bead of sweat roll down his chest. I follow it down to his pants, where it disappears. I nibble my bottom lip, turning around so I'm not facing him.

"You seem hot and bothered." He states.

I don't know whether he's teasing or being serious. I turn around. When I see him with his usual scowlish expression, I feel my cheeks grow warm.

"I'm n-not."

"Your red face and body language tell me otherwise."

"What are you talking about?" I demand, flustered. Am I that easy to read?

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." His voice is low, smooth.

He walks toward me, closing in the remaining space between us. He reaches up, grasping my chin between his fingers. He pulls my face up, forcing me to look at him. I feel heat radiating off of his glistening skin.

He reaches down with his free hand, pulling his belt out of the loops on his pants. I gasp.

Suddenly the door across the room opens and Hanji appears. "There you two are! I expected you to be done by now."

"What is it, Hanji?" Levi asks through gritted teeth, releasing me.

"Commander Erwin needs to speak with you, Captain."

"Where is he?"

"His office."

He leans toward me, his eyes dark.

"This isn't over." He mutters. "Meet me in my office. Don't change."

"Yes, Captain." I respond, slightly afraid as to what might come next.

We depart and I walk up to his office. Along the way I pass a group of guys talking amongst themselves. One of them gives a low whistle when I pass. I overhear one smack him.

"That's Captain Levi's girl. Do you want to die?" I hear a familiar voice cry. I peer over my shoulder, glancing back at Armin. His cheeks are red, his hand grasping onto Jean's shoulder.

I can't help, but smirk. So that's my title now? I like it.

I wait in his office for him to return. He doesn't come in long after me.
As soon as his eyes meet mine, he locks his door. The loud click echoes throughout the otherwise silent room. My eyes widen.

He walks over to me, instructing for me to stand up. I obey, and he grabs my hands. I feel nervous, not knowing what he plans on doing.

What if he wants to sleep with me? He doesn't know I'm a virgin.

He pulls me close to him, his bare chest pressing against mine. I wrap my arms around his torso.

"Can I touch you?" He whispers, his lips inching closer to mine.

"Yes, C-captain." I stammer.

Our lips touch, and he pulls me closer, his movements both eager and gentle. The kiss quickly grows heated. He reaches down, grabbing my thighs, pulling me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. He steps forward, placing me firmly on his desk.

His tongue slips into my mouth and his hands slide down my body. I sigh against his lips, his touch leaving goosebumps along my skin. His hand rubs me outside of my tight, spandex shorts. I moan softly against his lips.

He moves his hand up, sliding it down into my shorts and panties. The sudden contact only fuels my desire for him. His thumb draws circles around my clit, his middle finger sliding into my narrow space.

"You're a virgin." He states, pulling away from my lips.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you..."

"There's no need to apologise. That makes two of us."

"You're a virgin, too?" He's so gorgeous, I assumed that he'd have lost it a while ago.

"Yes. I haven't had time for relationships. Nor have I desired for one." He's quiet for a moment before adding, "until now, of course."

I blush, leaning in, and kissing his lips again. I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his silky locks. The kiss grows more passionate as he slips another finger in me.

I hear a deep voice calling his name from somewhere nearby.
Suddenly, he pulls away, cursing loudly. Before I can ask what was wrong, he grabs his jacket off the hook.

"I have to leave for a meeting with General Pyxis. I'm sorry to leave you like this. I lost track of time."

I feel disappointed and unsatisfied, but I know he has work.

I peer down, nodding. I notice the tent in his pants. That'll be hard to hide.

"It's fine, Levi. I understand."

I climb off of his desk. He leans in, taking my chin between his fingers, kissing me for a long moment. Then he turns, slipping his fingers into his mouth, and he leaves the room.