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Work and play

Sweat shone on your skin, a show of what you were putting yourself through. You hadn't ventured outside in the two weeks since you'd been home, a fortnight spent working hard and coached all the while by what could only be described as one tough bastard.

"Harder (F/N). Come on."

"I'm doing it as...fuck...hard as I can..."

"Not good enough."

Rolling your eyes, you took a deep breath and pushed, forcing your feet against Levi's hands. You were laid on your back in bed, legs up as he knelt in front of you, applying pressure for you to shove forwards onto. Half an hour, you thought. Half an hour of this and cycle kicks, bringing your knees to your face...it was tiring, physically exhausting and you knew it wouldn't end here, your naps having become less frequent and it felt like every waking moment was spent in some kind of excruciating pose.

Hange had arranged house visits, happy to be allowed out of the hospital walls and she brought equipment, did her checks and tests in your apartment and everything seemed to be in order, the woman impressed by your progress. Eren and Jean came by regularly, as did members of society who felt the need to interrupt by hailing you via intercom, mostly chased away with a grumpy threat.

Levi worked you to the limit, proud of how far you'd come and he kept up your writing too, less mistakes occurring with each day that passed. Silver eyes gleamed as he watched you break through yet another barrier, pain chased away and determination on your flushed features. As was becoming the norm, he smirked and gave a harsher push, sending your thigh back.

"Hey! I wasn't ready for that!"

"I need to see what you're capable of, (F/N). Do my research."

Orbs twinkling in response, you smiled and strengthened your limbs, returning the move as your usual innuendo started up.

"Research, eh?" Another lunge. "By now you'll have a whole book's worth of positions you want to put me in."

"I'm cataloguing, definitely." Levi upped his muscular resistance, met by your solid wall of power. "I must say, I do like to see you spread out, legs in the air."

"How about when you had me on all fours, Levi?"

"Certainly a favourite. We'll do that next. Two more minutes and then I'll throw you down."

"If I let you." Teasing and training at the same time, you gave a sly look and pushed with everything you had, snarl accompanying the move and suddenly your right foot slipped, flying out of Levi's grasp and you kicked him square in the face, man yelping and covering the offended area with his hands. You dropped your screaming limbs, panting with exertion and mouth gaping. "I'm so sorry Levi! Are you ok?" Muffled words came from behind his guard, grumbling yet playful.

"Fuck...I hope so. Jesus..." Removing his palms, he checked them for blood and wrinkled his nose, throbbing pain dull and confirming nothing was broken. "You're doing well, (F/N). That fucking hurt."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to!"

In response to your apology, he collapsed down on top of you, hands either side of your head and mouth close.

"You're lucky."

"Why?"

"If Eren wasn't due round, I'd be putting you through much harder training right now."

"How does that make me lucky?" Cocking a brow, you used what strength remained and wrapped your legs around his body, bringing him further in and he growled, nose bumping with yours. It was becoming urgent, neither of you fully in control of your libidos right now, yet the waiting was exquisite, self imposed torment adding to your determination and you both knew it, used that to create a faster recovery. Picking up where you left off, you tilted up and brushed against soft lips, hips lifting slightly to press into the obvious bulge below. "Do something with that and I'll be lucky."