What More Could I Want (Book #1) AOT Fanfiction *COMPLETED*

Final Night

Tomorrow night, everything can change. I have to talk to Levi. 

I haven't said more than five words to him since I struck him. It's weird to spend weeks without talking to him. I know it's just me being immature but he has also held the grudge. Even so, I will not break tradition. Before every trip outside the wall, we spend the night together. Our fate is unknown and it's like saying goodbye before it's necessary. 

We haven't slept in the same bed since we fought so I have to leave my office and go to his room. There's a soft light coming from under the door so I already can tell he's working at his desk. I don't bother knocking. When I go in, he's coming out of the bathroom with a bucket. I raise an eyebrow as I close the door behind me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to milk the cows out back for breakfast in the morning." He sets the bucket in the middle of the room and looks up at the ceiling. "There's been this annoying leak."

"The cellars leak as well. It floods with water every time it rains. It's a good thing we don't have to keep Eren down there anymore."

"Yeah, the brat proved himself at his recent trial that he can still be trusted to be treated like a normal soldier."

Once a month, we have a trial with Darius, the commanders, and Eren. I have to give his monthly report and we keep updating our Commander-in-Chief to ensure Eren is living up to his duties. He has done a lot for humanity so he is expected to keep it up. As long as he does well, they will not execute him. I predicted this a long time ago. They will use Eren as long as he is good for something. Once that runs out, they get rid of him. It's disgusting how our government works. 

We continue talking about Eren and how useful he's been over the years and also how everyone is still placing a lot of pressure on him. It's as if nothing is wrong. I like it but I hate beating around the bush. I never want to die, knowing I never got to say what I truly wanted to, to the man I love. "Levi..."

"Hm?"

"I always swore that you would only die by my hands."

"Yes, you did."

"But I never asked the same in return from you."

"Never questioned it."

"The reason I'm bringing it up is that I want to change that. When it comes down to it, I want to only die by your hands."

"Is that what you really want?"

"I'm surprised you asked it of me. You are a clean freak. These hands have done things I don't dare to mention or even think about. Besides that, I have blood on my hands that you probably don't even know about and-"

He crosses the room and stands until I'm pressed against the door. He takes my hand and places it on his cheek, holding tight. I want to pull away but he has surrounded me. My body knows exactly where I need to be. Right here with him. So I can't move. His face is very close to mine. I can feel this cool breeze above my lips every time he exhales sharply. "You aren't dirty to me... In my eyes, you are the purest out there."

"Levi..."

He kisses me and my words fall away. It begins slow and soft, comforting in ways that promises can never be. His hand rests under my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek as our breaths mingle. I run my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there is absolutely no space left between us and I can feel the beating of his heart against mine. He's alive. I want to keep it that way for a long time. Our bodies fit together as if we were made to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. With a chuckle, he lifts me right off my feet, carrying me toward the bed, letting me fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. We lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for us to feel safe with one another. 

Then before I know how it happened we are naked and our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops the kisses and begins watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. 

I have my nails digging into his bare, skin just to bear with the amount of lust and pleasure being rushed through my body. My head is a mess and I can't even think straight. He thrusts harder and faster, keeping a hold on the headboard behind us. I twitch and wrap around him. The last thing I remember saying is his name before I exploded. I climaxed, harder than ever before. It wasn't long before he followed behind. Neither of us speaks. We just use the silence to catch our breath and regain some common sense. Please, if there is a God, let this man live to serve humanity even when I can't.