Ashes Of Desire | Levi x Mikasa |

Locked Away

Mikasa 

I didn't know what to say to Levi, it was so sudden. 

"Levi..." I turned around to look into his eyes once more. This wasn't like me to be feeling this way, especially towards my corporal. He stood up and took a step in my direction without hesitation. I flinched when he took his thumb to the side of my face and brushed against the scar on the right side of my cheekbone. 

"How can Eren do this to you." I looked down at my toes.

"It was an accident and you know it."

"Are you sure about that?" I wasn't completely positive that it was but Eren would never intentionally try to kill me. But looking back, Eren wasn't in full control of his titan form at the time so technically, it wasn't Eren. 

"Yes." I whispered so quietly that I wasn't fully sure if he heard me or not. 

"How could you possibly know that?" 

"How? You ask? I've known Eren since I was 10 years old and he saved my life. I was suppose to be sold for prostitution after they killed my parents. But the thing that sickens me the most was the fact that they wanted my mom and not me. They killed her anyway and after realizing that she was probably worth more, they wanted to rape and kill me right then and there but Eren came in and saved my life from it. Ever since the day he wrapped his muffler around my head, I have been so emotional attached to him and the reason is unknown. So yes, I believe he did it by accident. Did you even see the look on his face after the judge stated that he attacked me and left a scar on my face? He was horrified."

"I wasn't concerned about the expression he made nor did I care for what he felt. I was worried about getting through to the judge and the Military Police that he was an assent to our future."

"By beating him to death?"

"Yes, I may have went a little far but if I wouldn't have, the Military Police would've taken and executed him for being a "threat" to man kind. He's better off with the Survey Corps. Be a little grateful why don't you, he could've been dead." I fell onto my knees and held my arms. He was right. Eren wouldn't have been here today, alive and breathing if it weren't for the Survey Corps.

"Gomen..." The sky became gloomy and then dark moments after. 

"It's starting to get cold, I'm going to grab some wood. Stay here, baka." I pouted and crossed my arms. He can't go anywhere without my gas.

"Matae! Levi! The-!" I stopped myself short. I was at the edge of the of the branch, looking down at the ground far far far below me. I looked at Levi in the distance and noticed his gas was just fine. 'I guess he switched gasses with me while I was asleep. Kinda glad I didn't jump because I would've broken a rib or two and the titans would probably get me and it's getting dark.' A chill ran down my spine and I shivered at the thought. My surroundings turned black and I couldn't make out my hands in front of me. It was too dark to see.

"Levi!" My voice echoed throughout the forest. 

"Levi! Where are you?" He couldn't have gone that far,  knowing that it was getting dark. I layed down on my side and tucked my knees to my chest to get warm. I slightly put my arm out to get comfortable and touched something soft. I froze in fear, not knowing what it was I was touching. I sat up slightly and continued to touch the soft fabric. 'Wait...' I grabbed the object closer to me and smelled it. It was Levi's cloak. I sighed in relief and tossed the cape on top of me like a blanket. I was mentally exhausted and I didn't want to sleep until Levi got back but chances are that he's gonna-

"Oi, I'm back." I jumped at his dark voice and looked up. Why would I look up? I couldn't see him anyway. 

"I brought some wood." I stood up and went to grab the sticks from his hands but instead, I tripped over his shoe and fell right on him. Good for me, he couldn't see the face I making. 

"Uh...Uh! G-Gomen!" I tried getting up but he pulled me back down. I sat there in silence, and listened to my heart beat. His hot breath tickled my tender lips.

"Levi..." I whispered. His hand came up and pushed my head down and thats when his lips met mine. My entire body heated and the burning sensation in between my legs became annoying and I wanted to soothe that feeling right away. I kissed him back and pulled his face closer to deepen our kiss. I rubbed against his body and moaned. This feeling was driving me insane. He rolled me over on my back, with him on top of me and smacked his lips on my mine. At this moment, I wanted him to take me. He pulled away and nibbled on my neck.

"Hah! L-levi..." My face flushed and with one touch and it was over, it was always that way with me. I felt electricity in my skin, hormones shutting down of my higher brain and the rise of my animal self. From there on in it was all passion, intense, intoxicating. It was my release, my escape, my drug... not that I was easy, I knew well enough to avoid letting a man lay his hands on me. Yet with chemistry, with real love, too many of my switches were flicked for a reverse gear to be possible. If I was smitten all I could do was go along for the ride and pray my instincts were right. With the no one around, every pretense falls. The facade we show the world melts away and all we want is to fuck each other's brains out. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. 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 and kisses from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's on me again, fucking me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he's gonna have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first.

I was locked away.