One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Feels Right [Knight! Levi | Noble! Reader | Medieval AU!]

A moan was repressed as warm hands encircled your waist and held your hips with their calloused but slender fingers. You breathed heavily and stared into the eyes of the man in front of you as his fingertips etched their shape into your supple skin. A small droplet of sweat slid down his scarred eyebrow as he held back a grunt and his hips trusted upwards.

You gripped his toned shoulders tight, hoping this would never end. When he felt the pleasure building up, he moved a single hand off your hips to pull you closer by the back of your head for an open-mouthed kiss. You could feel his digits tangle in your tresses as he held your neck gently but persistently, as if saying you couldn't part from him before he said so.

When your hips rolled in synch with his and your nails dug into his back, you could feel the small growl of pleasure vibrate in the back of his throat. His chiseled chest moved up and down as he breathed out of his nose and pressed his lips to yours again and again, so many times that even if you tried to count them you wouldn't be able to.

You liked to look into his eyes as you made love, it made you feel safe and somehow actually loved even though you knew he would never love you as you loved him. His cold gunmetal orbs spoke of anything but love.

Maybe, somewhere deep in his heart he held some love for his whore of a mother, who loved him and raised him no matter her circumstances, or for his bastard of a father, that was better off leaving them all alone. Maybe he held love for his niece or his long-gone sister, for the family he barely had the chance to know before they died, maybe for his friends, who also died in battle before their best times came.

But he didn't love you.

Later that night when you lay in bed next to him, playing with the hairs on his chest gently as he hummed tiredly, you felt yourself frown in spite of your circumstances.

"Do you love me, dear?" You questioned absentmindedly and his humming abruptly ceased. His chest still raised and fell, but not as calmly as it did just a second ago. He considered an answer as your naked body lay pressed to his in the dark of the night. He did not think of one.

"And do you?" He inquired instead as your lips stretched out in a sad smile and a hum vibrated in the back of your throat. He lifted his head to look at you, but you refused to meet his cold gaze right then.

"I do." You mumbled softly and his head fell back down on the pillow. A second later, a small soft kiss was placed at the top of your head, which made you sigh in content.

"That's good." He noted softly before closing his eyes and resting a big hand over your small one on his chest. Your fingers ceased their playing as he held them tightly in a gentle hold. You smiled again, this time not a sad smile.

And you hummed in agreement while closing your own eyes.

Yes, indeed. It was good.

...

You watched as the men rode their horses off beyond the boundaries of your safe country. Your husband led the bunch with a sour look on his face and a sword at his side on top of his white horse. When his eyes met yours amongst the crowd he managed an assuring smile, which you returned with the upmost level of sincerity you could find in yourself. It worked because it had been practiced for years before that very moment.

When your eyes walked over the rest of the soldiers, they met his form amongst the many men. His raven hair was tied back as his furry coat protected his broad shoulders and hid his shining armor from sight. His head spun and his gaze calmly walked over the crowd before he met your own gaze. Your breath hitched in your throat as his eyes softened at you. His slight stubble was visible even from where you stood, but so was the warmness in his usually stone-cold eyes. Maybe he thought this was going to be his last fight.