sensual // levi ackerman

tension

Something in his glistening eyes made you swallow thickly and forced you to avoid his gaze again. „Getting shy now, are we?", amusement laced his almost poisonous voice. You knew how further playing with your superior might break down even more of his stone cold highly professional attitude and something in you yearned for exactly that to happen. You could barely hold in your smile starting to spread, as you steadied yourself and looked back into his beautiful grey eyes, hoping to find more reactions.
„Me? Getting shy? Oh captain, you know that won't be happening anytime soon. And what do you mean by not going easy on me this time? I know for a fact, that it frustrated you a great deal. Your eyes speak volumes, sir."
You saw a faint hint of anger flare up in his otherwise blank eyes. Despite his calm and collected exterior, you knew he was boiling on the inside, making a satisfied feeling spread in your stomach.

„I'd advise you to hold your tongue a bit, when speaking to superiors.", he just said in a dry manner, further proving your point on him being mad. But something about his words did make you grow quite nervous. Realisation that you were just as much of an open book to him as he was to you, quickly hit as you couldn't stop yourself from shuddering as he stood up and walked around his desk, straightening out his neat black suit pants. He casually let one of his hands support his bodyweight on the mahogany desk, as he raised an eyebrow at you in a challenging manner. He wanted to see how far you'd go with your talking back, oddly fascinated by your disrespectful, yet playful attitude. Everything inside him screamed for him to stay professional, to just give you kitchen duty or something for disrespecting him, your superior, and dismissing you immediately. He would never admit to it, but he found it amusing, how you didn't shy away from authority, an irritating gut feeling pushing him to keep going.

What he'd say next surprised himself equally as much as it did you.
„About our sparring tomorrow..", he started, immediately catching your attention, making you turn around to him again, even thought you were just in the process of walking to the door. „Do you perhaps want to bet on who tomorrow's win will belong to, cadet?", he continued, satisfied with your change of facial expression. Your eyes slightly narrowing, you cautiously fixated him. „Even after just a week of being in your squad, you know me well enough to know I can't possibly say no to that.... So what are we betting on, captain?", you said, struggling to regain your inner composure. You desperately hoped for him to not notice your nervousness. Levi kept his monotone, blank, but all in all pretty much unreadable expression as he walked over to you.

Almost immediately, he regretted his decision of asking that. He was acting on impulse, pretty much completely disregarding his usual professionalism. It was infact true, he was incredibly frustrated when he was laying on the ground, defeated by a new soldier. Your glistening eyes, your slightly messy hair and big smile on your face had made it worth it for him thought. Something about you was incredibly captivating to him.
„If i win; which I will, you'll do my paperwork for a week. And if you win-" he trailed off as you took over. „When I win, you'll free me from stable duty for a month." Levi rolled his eyes. „That's a bit much, don't you think? I'm your superior after all... how about I'll just grant you a couple of days off?"
You just nodded, pretty content with the bet you've just made.

„So it's settled?", he asked, raising his eyebrows and holding his hand out for you to shake. You just give him a nod and hesitantly took the offer, taking his hand in yours, shaking it as settlement for the bet. As you let go, your eyes met his silver orbs, which had beautiful dark grey sprinkles in them, as you've just noticed. Desperately searching for any emotions of his, deeply hidden inside his eyes, your golden ones never left his, until he was the one to look away.

„Is that it, captain?", you asked, desperate to leave his office, excitement for the following day flowing through your veins. „Almost.", he started, as he walked back to his desk. The immediate change of his attitude was painfully obvious to you. „this little bet will stay between us. I don't want to get in trouble with commander Erwin.... and i assume you don't either. Dismissed.", he spoke, letting himself sink back into his chair. Face stripped of all emotion, resuming to his usual resting, monotonous expression yet again.