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Levi is cutting her hair when Erwin walks in the room.
Snick, snick.
The flat of the razor rasps against the back of her neck, motions of her wrist deft with practice, other hand pulling the skin taut. The long portion of Levi’s undercut is gathered and pinned up at the crown of her head, but not with any elegance, like Erwin pins her own hair up. This is a crude approximation, purely for the sake of practicality. Levi’s ink black hair spills over her eyes, head bent down in order to shave up, up, up, wrist flicking in small strokes. Erwin pauses, standing in the door and drinking in the sight that Levi makes. Levi is short, a petite woman with broad shoulders and muscular limbs, and possibly the most sublime being that Erwin has ever seen. Erwin delights in these stolen glances, the times when she can just look her fill of the other woman, basking in Levi's presence, unnoticed. Erwin sees the muscles in Levi’s back shifting through her shirt as she rasps the razor across her nape, cutting the hair so close that it looks like a shadow on her skin, though Erwin knows that in a day or so it’ll grow out into short, soft looking bristles. Erwin wonders if Levi’s neck ever gets cold, as naked and bare as it is. Her fingers itch to stroke, to caress, like they do almost every day since Levi was recruited.
The straight razor is a sharp, masculine thing, all smooth strong blade and polished ivory handle. It looks so large, held in Levi’s petite hands like that. Erwin thinks Levi might have stolen it.
“If you’re just gonna stand there like a fool, Blondie, close the door behind you, shit.”
Levi’s low, quiet voice rings out in the room, making Erwin start and close the door to the wash-room behind her, cheeks flaming. How funny it is, that Levi is the only one that can evoke these types of reactions from her. She is Commander Smith of the Survey Corps, is an imposing woman physically with a commanding presence to boot; When she speaks, people pay attention. She has killed tens more titans than most people would see in their lives. She’s famous for her level head, for her logic, for her composure in any situation. Nile, commander of the Military Police, had once joked that the day anyone can crack through Erwin’s calm and collected demeanor would be the day that the walls started dancing. Yet somehow, this foul mouthed, short tempered underground thug of a girl who barely reaches to her shoulder has the audacity to evoke a blush from her cheeks. “Oi, did you hear me? Or are your ears too clogged up with titan shit? Close the fuckin’ door, fuckhead. There’s a draft.” Levi says, terse. Maybe her neck is cold. If anyone else had spoken to their commanding officer like Levi they would be punished for insubordination and disrespect, but Erwin rather likes her blunt, flat tone, born of the coarse drawl of the underground.
“My apologies,” Erwin says, grateful that her voice holds steady, at least. “I didn’t mean to startle, Levi.”
“If you had startled me, this would be in your throat right now.” Levi looks up, peering through her hair to meet Erwin’s eyes in the mirror. Dull gunmetal eyes seem to glimmer with a bit of humor, expressionless as they usually are. “Is being commander so fuckin’ boring that watching me cut my hair is entertaining for you?” Levi drawls, setting the razor down and brushing hair off her shoulders and out of her collar. Levi unpins her hair, letting it fall down over the shaved back of her head, a hypnotizing curtain of black. Erwin saw a clumsy merchant in Sina spill a barrel of oil, once. The oil had shifted colors in the sunlight, mesmerizing as it ran over the cobblestones and seeped into Erwin’s shoes, so pretty that she was loath to keep walking down the street. Levi’s hair, Erwin thinks, could be that same beautiful rainbow if the light caught it just right.
“Oi, oi. Smith.” Levi turns, lips flat. “I ain’t that pretty, and I sure as shit aren’t prancing around on a stage for you to ogle like a fucking dumbass. ‘Less you want that stupid golden mane of yours chopped, then scram.” She gestures with the blade, then turns back to her task, a clear dismissal.
“What’s wrong with my hair?” Erwin frowns, taking a lock of it between her fingers and looking at it quizzically. The golden blonde hairs, slightly wavy, feel fine against her fingers, clean and free of tangles. Erwin remembers her father plaiting her long hair by the fire before bed when she was a child, a book balanced on his knee. It’s pretty hair, whether it’s in an elegant formal bun, or hanging loosely tied like it is now, falling to just above mid-back. Certainly deserving of Levi’s nickname for her.
“You really should cut your hair.”
“Why?”
Levi scoffs. “A titan could pull it, dumbass.” Levi spins the razor around her finger, thinking. “Y’know, every time we’re riding out on an expedition and your fuckin’... ponytail… goes flying out, I’m always scared that it’s gonna hit me in the face. Luckily I ride beside you, but damn, don’t I feel sorry for the poor bastard behind you. Or that one day a titan is gonna reach out, grab, and poof!” Levi fans out her fingers, “No more Commander Smith.” Levi curls her lip, disdain written all over her face. “What a stupid, shitty way to die.”
“You know, Levi,” Erwin says, making herself comfortable against the wall by the door, watching as Levi fastidiously cleans the hair from the sink and from herself, taking the time to wipe down the counters and shake out her shirt, toeing the fallen hairs into a neat little pile at her feet. Levi isn’t anywhere near done, Erwin can tell. Levi’s bangs almost tickle her nose, and Erwin can see how Levi scrunches up her face cutely at the irritating feeling, blowing air up to keep them out of her face. Still she pauses, taking the time to ensure that the counters and razor are spotless before continuing. “The dress and grooming code code for the Survey Corps, as written by the brass, actually mandates that women serving in the Survey Corps wear their hair no longer than shoulder blade length, and no shorter than chin length.”
“Look at that, some shit that’s not my fuckin’ problem,” Levi sneers, taking a section of her hair between two fingers and slicing it just above them. Erwin shivers, remembering how the blade of the razor cutting through the fine hair had earlier been the blades of the vertical maneuvering gear cutting through the nape of a titan. Blood had sprayed up into the air, coating Levi’s face in the steaming scarlet liquid. Amidst the screaming of the recruits and the whistling of gas canisters, even as Erwin was shouting commands, she thought that Levi had never been as beautiful as she was then, riding the falling corpse gracefully to the ground, blood painting her skin, hair, and clothes a vivid red.
“I could technically write you up for this, you know,” Erwin continues, frowning as hair that was already short, barely covering the shaved back became even shorter. How would her hair look if it grows long? Erwin mused to herself. Would it remain pin straight, an uninterrupted night flow, or would it kink at the ends? Perhaps gentle waves would frame that small face, those perpetually displeased, delicate features. Yes, Erwin can imagine it, gathering up that glossy black hair and gently pulling, tugging until Levi’s eyes glaze over and a flush paints those high cheekbones, until her mouth falls open in a gasp.
“Whatever, Smith.” Levi dismisses, turning towards Erwin and twisting her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of her handiwork. Erwin’s eyes follow the long line of her neck, down to the glimpse of a slim collarbone visible through the gap in her shirt. It’s a simple, light grey men’s uniform shirt, chosen and tailored for Levi’s broad shoulders. If Erwin stares hard enough, maybe she could see the soft swell of a breast underneath the thin fabric, beneath where the chest strap would press. Levi’s chest seems too flat to require the uncomfortable, heavy support garment that Erwin does, but almost all women in the corps bind their breasts with cloth strips or wear tight undershirts, if only for comfort during gear usage. Still, Erwin can imagine the shadow of a dusky nipple under the shirt, can imagine how the stiff peak would indent the fabric, hardened with arousal. “Besides, you’re just asking for trouble with those long locks of yours. Aren’t those against regulation, too?” Erwin tears her gaze away from Levi’s chest, jerking her eyes up. Levi had turned her head around at some undetermined point, satisfied with her haircut. The smaller woman now leaned back in a mirror image of Erwin, hands braced against the sink behind her, posture casual. As usual, the look on Levi’s face reveals nothing of her thoughts or emotions, even though Erwin knows that she must have seen her attempt to bore holes through her shirt with just the power of her eyes.
“As commander, I am held to a higher standard, Levi,” Erwin says stiffly, although she can feel the heat on her cheeks as Levi continues to look at her, eyes flat and gaze calm. If she was phased at all by her commanding officer’s ogling, she didn’t show it. “It’s important that I conduct and present myself sufficiently. The brass wants to know that a woman in charge of the Survey Corps, not an oddly shaped man.” Not for the first time, and not for the last, frustration tries to creep into Erwin’s tone. Curse her father for giving her a man’s name, curse how she towers over most women, and even some of the men. Curse the brass for making her perform like an exotic Sina show monkey dancing for coins at their meetings, the constant expectation of her to be elegantly feminine, rouging her lips and cheeks, lining her eyes and powdering her skin while Nile can just roll out of bed and come in without even combing his hair.
Levi scoffs, turning back to the mirror. “If they want to know you’re a woman so bad, just unbutton your shirt at the next meeting. Hell, lift up your skirts, give the fuckers a little tease.” Levi wiggles her hips a bit, mocking. Erwin couldn’t stop her gaze from falling to Levi’s shapely backside even if she tried.
“Maybe you should have done that when you joined the corps,” Erwin chuckles. When I caught you. “The first time I met you, I thought you were a teenage boy,” Erwin says, not intending to provoke or offend, just stating a fact. “It wasn’t until you refused to bathe with the other men after training that it registered.” As commander, Erwin had her own room with an attached bathroom, the one luxury of high rank that she allowed herself to enjoy. She didn’t hesitate to join her subordinates in the exhaustive daily training, the mess hall, or the gear checks, but having that privacy was sacred.
***
“Levi, what are you doing?”
Levi looked up from where they held their towel and soap, pausing at the doorway to the women’s washroom. “I’m going to shower. Maybe you unhygienic fucks like to be covered in mud, shit, and sweat after training, but excuse me for having standards,” Levi drawled, fixing Erwin with an unimpressed glare.
“Shouldn’t you shower with the men?” Erwin asked, trying to be tactful. Maybe Levi didn’t see the sign on the door? Perhaps sex separation wasn’t a custom in the underground city. Makes sense, what with the scarcity of clean water.
“That would make things a bit awkward, don’t you think?” Levi opened the door and slipped through, closing it in Erwin’s face. Erwin floundered for a minute, wondering if she should enter and drag Levi out, before it dawned.
“Levi is a woman?”
***
Levi smirks, just a tiny bit. “Blondie, you ain’t the first, and you ain’t the last. Fuck, that’s what made me such a good thief,” she states without pride, without boasting. The hired assassinations go unmentioned. “Those shitty MP pigs can’t try to find you if they don’t even know your gender or your age. Hell, I could even sign my name, ‘cause no shit-for-brains MP is going to think that ‘Levi’ is a woman, or my real name.” Levi sets the scissors down that she had been using to trim her bangs, turning back around to face Erwin. Erwin hadn’t even noticed when or how Levi had procured the scissors, or even that she resumed the haircut. Levi’s bangs now flutter against the tops of her cheekbones, framing her piercing eyes, eyes that are now fixed on Erwin. “I’m a woman, though. Don’t got a cock, and if you want, I can even pull down my pants to prove it.”
“Yes, well,” Erwin clears her throat. “That’s not necessary, Levi.”
Levi’s face is still mostly unreadable, eyebrows only slightly raised. Erwin fights the urge to squirm under that heady gaze, crossing her arms as though they will offer protection from what Levi makes her feel.
“Never was fond of cock, myself.” Levi says, eyes going half lidded. “Women are much nicer, much prettier… much smarter. Better eyebrows.”
“Ah…” Erwin loses the fight not to squirm. “Me too.” she admits quietly.
“Pardon? Mind repeating, I didn’t get that.” Levi knows exactly what Erwin meant, what she said, but she raises a brow anyway.
“I don’t… I don’t like men.”
Levi’s definitely smirking now as Erwin flushes prettily. She avoids looking at Levi, avoids Levi’s amused look. On anyone else, the expression would be lukewarm at best. On Levi though, this is the longest expression of positive emotion Erwin has ever seen from her, even if it is at Erwin’s own expense.
Erwin pushes up off the wall, standing and brushing off her back from where it was pressed against the stone. “I should, ah… um…”
“No?” Levi muses, mimicking Erwin and standing up. She saunters forward, all prowling, lithe grace. “Look at this all pretty hair of yours, Blondie,” she breathes, looking up at Erwin with hooded eyes. “It’s so blonde, so long.” Levi’s hand threads itself above the where Erwin’s hair is loosely tied back, cradling the back of her skull. “A titan could just…” Levi’s fingers tighten, forcing Erwin’s head back with a gasp. “ Pull it .” Levi purred, hot breath ghosting over Erwin’s exposed throat.
“Lee… Levi,” Erwin sighs, head tipped back and eyes screwed up.
“ Yes ,” Levi hisses, standing on her tiptoes to press a hot, opened-mouth kiss onto Erwin’s neck. As soon as Levi’s lips touch the thin, sensitive skin she gasps, then lets out a breathy moan when Levi begins to lick and suck in earnest, hand still pulling at her hair. “Say my name, Smith.”
“Erwin,” Erwin says, baring her neck more to Levi’s affections. She’s sure that Levi can feel the way she stiffens and tries not to melt when Levi adds teeth to the mix, biting the solid muscle where shoulder meets neck and working her way up. She shudders as Levi stretches to latch onto the pulse point beneath the bolt of her jaw, working the tanned skin there with lips, tongue, and teeth, until blood rises to just beneath the surface in a rosy bloom. “My name is Erwin.” Not many people know her first name, just Mike, Nile, and a handful of others. Marie, Hanji, and the brass, of course. Erwin prefers it that way. Military formalities mean that she is Commander Smith, anyway.
“Erwin,” Levi rumbles, shooting Erwin a glance from beneath her lashes. “Beautiful. Erwin, can I?” Levi rolls the top button of Erwin’s blouse between her finger and her thumb, other hand scratching soothingly where she had pulled Erwin’s hair earlier. Erwin nods her permission and has to bite back a whine when Levi’s hand leaves her hair in order to carefully undo a few buttons, licking up the tendon of Erwin’s throat before softly kissing down her neck, down to the newly exposed skin where she worships the sharp collarbone with stinging nips and soothing licks, kissing down the muscle of Erwin’s chest to where the skin begins to soften, plumped with fatty tissue. Levi’s hand leaves Erwin’s hair and traces down the back of her neck, the calluses on her fingers tough but smooth, a testament to how well Levi takes care of herself. Erwin’s own hands are balled in fists at her side, unsure.
“Erwin,” Erwin feels lips leave her neck and blow cool air over the wet trails that Levi’s kisses left, and she opens her eyes, looking down at Levi. “Erwin, you’ve been fuckin’... staring at me for ages with those eyes… shit, do you have any idea what you do to me? The way you look at me, I can barely stand it. I’m so fucking hot right now, touch me.” Levi’s hips roll against Erwin’s thigh, slowly at first, then gain confidence. Erwin can feel how her shirt collar is balled up in Levi’s hands, can feel the heat between her thighs when she grinds onto Erwin, rubbing herself all over her. “Erwin,” Levi whines. “ Touch me, kiss me, do something, please .”
Erwin’s hesitancy melts away, uncertainties evaporate at the pleading tone of Levi’s voice, at the heavy exhalations through her nose when she presses just the right way against Erwin. Levi’s yelp is muffled by Erwin’s lips on hers as Erwin surges forward, snaking her hands firmly over Levi’s back, down towards that firm, muscular rear. Levi’s lips move against hers in an intoxicating rhythm, fingers continuing their task of unbuttoning Erwin’s blouse, one button at a time. Humanity’s Strongest Soldier only fumbles with her task once, when Erwin kneads at her ass with one hand and drags the other up over her ribs, under her shirt. Levi flinches and starts at the light touch, breaking the heavy kiss.
“Ticklish.” Levi rumbles, voice ragged with lust.
Erwin huffs a laugh and takes a step back, looking Levi over. Levi’s freshly cut hair is mused and her lips are red: slightly kiss swollen. Blush paints the tops of her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her ears, creeping lightly down her neck. Levi’s shirt is untucked at one side, fabric wrinkled where Erwin’s hand had pushed it up. Erwin isn’t faring much better herself. Her face is flushed, her scalp tingles where Levi had grabbed her hair, and her neck is covered in throbbing marks left behind by Levi’s lips and teeth. Erwin’s blouse is half undone and her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing, drawing Levi’s eye. They look like the picture of debauchery, the two of them.
They step forward into a kiss, gentle and tender, but no less passionate. Levi resumes her task, unfastening the last button, and Erwin lets the garment drop from her shoulders and onto the floor with a soft ‘whump’. Levi smooths her warm palms over the cup of Erwin’s bra, and back again. Erwin shivers at the touch, letting out a soft noise of pleasure. No soldier in the Survey Corps has soft hands, none of them have that luxury, but Levi’s hands feel nice all the same.
“Is this ok?” Levi asks, fingers toying with the clasp at the back, wiggling fingers underneath and around Erwin’s shoulder blades, tracing the band and the straps.
“Yeah,” Erwin says, rolling her shoulders. “Go ahead.”
Levi undos the hooks, letting the band fall open. The cups stay loosely on until Levi slips the straps off Erwin’s arms, kissing the angry red marks on her shoulder as an apology. The bra falls to the floor, and Erwin kicks it away, relishing her freedom from the restrictive garment.
“Hate these fucking things,” Levi mutters, placing a soft kiss on a particularly deep indent. “‘S why I never fuckin’ wear ‘em.”
“Do you even need to?”
“Nope.” Levi flashes her a quick smile, just a seductive quirk of the lips as she steps back, admiring all the newly bared skin. Erwin resists the urge to cross her arms and shivers, the cool air hitting her overheated skin and causing her nipples to harden even further. Levi’s eyes flash, half lidded, as her tongue darts out to lick her lips.
“I can’t be the only one here, what about you?” Erwin asks, eyeing Levi’s chest with interest, now that she was allowed to look and speculate. A little self consciousness begins to creep up in Erwin’s mind as Levi continues to stare, blinking slowly. It’s quickly extinguished however when Levi licks her lips again, looking like she wants to devour Erwin whole.
“What? Oh, huh.” Levi looks down at herself and makes quick work of the buttons on her uniform shirt, dropping it to the floor without fanfare. She unwinds the strip of cloth from around her chest, rolling it up in her hands and tossing it somewhere off to the side. Erwin feels a glow of pride at how the normally obsessively neat Levi is acting, all because of her. The same person who cleans her blades on the battlefield between titan kills, who wipes her mouth after every other bite, is now leaving clothes in a wrinkled mess on the floor, too lost in the moment to care.
For a moment they pause and drink each other in, looking at what the other was hiding beneath their clothes. Levi does indeed have breasts, Erwin thinks, small perky things with puffy nipples, far pinker than Erwin would have thought. Levi’s pectorals and abs ripple, each muscle clearly defined as though carved from marble, strong and lean. Levi’s biceps are thick and shoulders are solid with muscle, but her skin looks soft, between various silver scars and the abrasions left by the gear harness. Levi looks beautiful, lithe, perfect .
Levi is far less eloquent in her observations. “Shit, Erwin, your tits are fantastic.”
Erwin laughs, the spell broken. She flashes Levi a flirty smile and hooks her fingers in Levi’s belt loops, tugging her forward. “Yours are far nicer, Levi.” Erwin places her hands on Levi’s chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers and how Levi’s nipples pebble against her palm. “Two perfect little handfuls, right here for me to squeeze.” She does so, gently, delighting in how Levi gasps. Levi arches her back, not shy about how she presses her breasts into Erwin’s hands, demanding more stimulation. Erwin is learning more and more about the foul mouthed captain than she had ever known existed. Levi is a thug, a criminal, a thief, assassin, pawn, subordinate, captain, object of admiration, lover. Foul mouthed, volatile, irascible, crude, and ill-tempered, bitchy, strong, clever, fast. Fastidious, clean, caring, passionate, and oh so sensitive .
“Erwin,” Levi breathes as Erwin thumbs and rolls her nipples between her fingers, mouth drooping open and chest thrust out, as if offering herself to Erwin, or perhaps begging. Erwin obliges her, ducking her head to take a nipple between her lips and swirl her tongue around the stiff peak, delighting in how Levi moans, breath hitching. Erwin switches sides after a moment, using her fingers to lightly tweak the saliva-wet flesh, gently raking her teeth over the other peak to hear Levi let out a squealing gasp. When she raises her head again Levi shifts forward, kissing a line down from Erwin’s shoulder down to her breasts, mouth open, wet, and hot. Levi doesn’t even have to duck her head much , Erwin notes with a slight laugh, her face is practically already at boob-height.
Erwin shivers at the hot pressure as Levi buries her face between her breasts, letting out a soft groan as she presses a kiss right on Erwin’s sternum. Levi palms at her breasts, weighing them in her hands as she gently fondles the underside, the curve, the dip, before circling her clever fingers over the nipples. Erwin sighs at the contact, but nothing like Levi’s gasps and soft moans.
“Sorry,” Erwin smiles down at Levi, resting her hands on Levi’s sharp hip bones. “I’m not that sensitive there. Not as sensitive as you, at least.”
“‘S ok,” Levi mutters, entranced by the pillowy soft give of the tissue, lightly squeezing and kneading them in her hands, fondling. It makes an obscene sight, Levi’s small, delicate looking fingers and the flesh spilling out around them. Levi puts both her palms on one breast, even with two hands she can’t cup all the tissue. “Feels good though, right?”
“Yeah…” Erwin starts, then trails off as Levi ducks her head to suck a nipple into her mouth. Levi looks up at Erwin, rolling the hardened nub between her lips and teasing at the tip with her tongue. “Oh, Levi,” Erwin moans, hands coming up to rest on Levi’s shoulders. “That feels nice…” Erwin can feel the shape of Levi’s smirk on her skin, and groans when Levi takes the peak between her teeth and lightly bites down, tugging and sending a bolt of delicious sensation right to her insides.
“Thought you might like that,” Levi mumbles, switching her attention to the other breast. “Hair pulling, biting, women, you’re not as boring as you seem, huh?”
“When have I ever seemed boring?” Erwin huffs, rolling her eyes even as she lets out a breathy moan from Levi’s ministrations. Levi’s hand creeps down over her abdomen, tracing the lines of her abs and hips before pausing at the waistband of her pants, stroking the soft skin below her navel, tracing patterns into the fine hair. “That’s fine.” Erwin says in response to Levi’s unspoken question, worrying at her lip with her teeth when Levi releases her nipple, giving it a parting flick with her tongue before sucking and nipping at the start of Erwin’s breast. “Oh,” Erwin gasps as Levi slips her hand beneath her uniform pants, stroking her over her undergarments. Erwin can acutely feel how aroused she is, throbbing in time with her pulse and well on her way to soaking through her undergarments.
“Sina, Rose, and Maria,” Levi groans into Erwin’s breast, fingers rubbing over the damp fabric, so close to touching Erwin where she wants it, but not quite. “God, that’s so fucking hot. Goddamn.”
“Ngghh…” Erwin shivers as Levi withdraws her hand, turning Erwin around with quick steps and backing her against the counter, lips once again meeting.
“Will you,” Levi mumbles between their lips, hands trailing down over Erwin’s ass and thighs. “Will you let me eat you out? Please? Please, Erwin, I want to live between those thighs, wanna taste you, wanna taste that beautiful cunt, wanna make you beg and moan…”
“Yeah,” Erwin breathes, lightheaded at the prospect of Levi’s dark head of hair between her legs. “Yeah, I’d like that…”
“Good,” Levi gets a grip on Erwin’s thighs and pulls up, depositing Erwin on the counter without so much as a grunt of effort. Erwin squirms, shifting until she's sitting on the edge with her legs splayed, hands braced behind her.
“Damn,” Levi groans, brow furrowing. “Should have taken your pants off when we were still standing, shit.”
“It’s ok,” Erwin says, making quick work of her fly and shimmying until the pants are over her ass, and Levi can pull them off her legs, along with the soft shoes she favors when not in full uniform. She’s left in just her panties, a pretty little scrap of fabric with delicate lace around the edges. They’re not assigned standard, so unlike the utilitarian white cotton briefs that soldiers wear under their pants when in uniform. The cut is more skimpy and the fabric is softer, patterned, riding high on her hips and emphasizing the curve of her ass in the back, a sexy little tease. “What,” Erwin flushes more when Levi raises an eyebrow, looking at the panties, looking at her with naked lust and a bit of amusement. “When I’m not forced to, I like to feel pretty, sometimes.”
“Not bad,” Levi judges, eyeing the growing wet patch with a lick of her lips. “I do want to take them off, though.”
“Go ahead.” Erwin says, feeling bold.
“With my teeth.” Levi adds.
“Oh,” Erwin shudders, a jolt of arousal going through her as Levi drops to her knees, pressing her nose, pressing her lips to the part dark with moisture. Levi hooks her fingers into the waistband, inching them lower until Erwin has to lift her hips to get them up over her ass. Levi meets her gaze, eyes hooded, as she takes the panties between her teeth and tugs them down, down over her legs where they hang from one ankle.
“Damn,” Levi breathes, carding the fingers of one hand through the thick golden curls framing Erwin’s cunt, while the other spreads Erwin’s legs from where they had closed a bit in instinctual shyness. “Make some room for me, sweetheart.” Levi dips her head and mouths at her inner thighs, licks and nibbles at the straining tendon, sucking and kissing rosy marks onto the taut skin . Erwin can feel her cunt throbbing with need, toes curling as the hot, wet, soft blood-warm skin is exposed to the air. She’s so wet and slick that she’s dripping, needy and aching, erect clit peeking out from under its hood, begging for a touch, any touch.
“Le-e-vi…” Erwin moans, digging her heels in for some purchase and rolling her hips, trying to get closer to that elusive mouth. “Get on with it!”
“Hmm?” Levi glances up from where she’s placing soft kisses to her pulse point, normally flat eyes glinting with mischief. They’re actually a light blue , Erwin thinks in a daze, they’re just so light that they look grey from all other angles. “Roger, Commander.” Levi edges closer to the core of the heat, trailing her tongue over the edges of the wet flesh before flattening it and licking a broad stripe up. Erwin moans, feeling the vibrations from Levi’s answering moan resonate through her. Levi makes good on her promise to practically live between Erwin’s thighs, making her chest heave and erupt with moans as Levi’s tongue laps and traces nonsense patterns over flesh, fingers playing with what Levi isn’t currently licking. Erwin has to work hard to not give into the urge to cry out when Levi suddenly stiffens her tongue and shallowly penetrates her with it, thumb rubbing her clit simultaneously. Levi bobs her head, alternating between using her tongue to lick inside, and her lips to mouth at the entrance. Erwin is so lost in the sensation that she starts when fingers tease around the opening with intent, stroking around her cunt. Levi waits until Erwin gives a shaky nod of consent before she slips two slim fingers into the soaking wet heat, Erwin tightening instinctively around it for a moment before relaxing. Levi crooks her fingers, stroking Erwin from the inside, making her buck and cry out, grabbing at Levi’s hair. Erwin jolts and has to clamp her hand over her mouth to muffle a wail when Levi seals her lips around her clit and gives a hard suck, tongue flicking at the exposed nub of nerves.
“Too much?” Levi asks, lifting her head.
“Don’t you stop!” Erwin pants and winds her fingers through Levi’s soft hair, shoving her back down to her task. Levi moans at the rough treatment and resumes the motions of her hand and mouth, kissing, licking, sucking, and stroking her clit as Erwin’s toes curl with pleasure, each action sending a bolt of heat through her, pressure gradually building low in her abdomen. “Levi, Levi, Levi,” Erwin moans as her muscles begin to clench, spasming around Levi’s fingers. “Oh god, keep going, I don’t think I can-”
Levi humms against her clit, and the coil of heat inside of Erwin rises and snaps, head thrown back in a soundless scream and pressing Levi’s face as deep as it can go, more wetness releasing in a gush. Levi doesn’t stop, licking and stroking at her as she comes down from the high, only stopping when Erwin begins to whimper and squirm away from sensitivity. Levi pants, eyes bright as she wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, licks her lips.
“God… Levi…” Erwin sighs, resting back on her elbows as Levi stands up, massaging at her jaw. “God, Levi!”
“Hm?” Levi looks down at herself, at the drops and strands of fluid, proof of Erwin’s climax, decorating the skin of her neck and chin, some even trickling down over her clavicle and between her breasts. “Oh, that.”
“Sorry, Levi,” Erwin blushes heavily and looks down, fully prepared for Levi to wipe herself off with disgust and leave. “I don’t think I meant to do that.”
“Why would you apologize, dumbass?” Levi doesn’t even seem to notice the insult that slipped from her lips, too caught up in staring at Erwin with awe. “I made you come that hard? Shi-it.” Levi undos her belt and drops her pants, stepping out of them. She takes a moment to wipe off her face and neck with someone’s discarded shirt, and Erwin gets a glimpse of the plain white briefs, wet in the center, before Levi shucks them, tosses them off to the side. Levi climbs up onto the counter and swings a leg over Erwin, straddling her. “Fuck, do you even know how hot that was? Besides, you taste great, all sweet ‘n shit.” Levi groans, her hand dropping between her own legs to rub her clit furiously.
“Levi, let me-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Levi pants as Erwin replaces Levi’s fingers with her own, taking over pleasuring the other woman. Levi is so wet that the dark curls between her legs are matted with slick, sliding against Erwin’s palm when Erwin teases fingers over the entrance to Levi’s dripping cunt. Levi lifts her hips, moves back a bit.
“Mmmm, not there,” Levi breathes between the kisses she lays on Erwin’s neck, panting the words softly as she grinds against the heel of Erwins hand. “Just keep your fingers on the outside, okay?”
“Yeah,” Erwin captures Levi’s lips in a kiss, tongues caressing as Levi lets out little hitches of breath, breaking the kiss to tilt her head up, back arching as Erwin rubs in a way she likes. Erwin mostly keeps her hand solid, still and heavy, letting Levi grind against it. Levi rocks back and forth against Erwin’s fingers, undulates her hips as her mouth opens in rapture, brows drawn upward. Levi’s breasts bounce slightly with her movements and Erwin, struck by inspiration, reaches to suck the nipple of one into her mouth. Levi cries out, grabbing at Erwin’s hair as Erwin licks and sucks at her nipple while continuing to rub her clit in small, forceful circles. Levi’s cries increase in volume as she reaches her climax, panting and moaning softly as she continues to rub against Erwin’s hand, fucking herself through the aftershocks.
“Mmm,” Levi hums with satisfaction, looping her arms around Erwin’s neck to share a lazy, sated kiss. They kiss softly, unhurried and relaxed, just enjoying the other’s company in the afterglow. Erwin runs her hands over Levi’s back, over her thighs, over her calves, enjoying the feel of hard muscle and soft skin bisected by stretched scars, the wiry rasp of the hair on Levi’s legs, cataloguing all the textures in her mind. Levi relaxes against Erwin, pillowing her head between soft breasts and letting out a content sigh.
“We can bathe later,” Levi mumbles, rubbing her cheek against smooth, warm skin. “For now, let’s just cuddle.”
Erwin smiles, who knew that Levi was so clingy and affectionate after sex? She scoots back further on the counter, resting her back against the mirror and stretching out her legs, letting them dangle over the edge. Levi sits down on Erwin’s lap, looking sated and relaxed in the aftermath of her pleasure. Erwin thinks privately that she is probably the only person currently alive to see the irascible captain quite like this, lazy, content to just sigh and enjoy the warmth of another person. Erwin winds her arms around Levi to hold her close, and Levi grumbles for a bit, just until she realizes that the embrace brings her even closer to Erwin’s breasts. They sit in peace like that for a few minutes as their sweat dries and their heartbeats slow, coming down from the high.
“Hey, Levi?” Erwin asks suddenly, shyly
“What?” Levi answers, lifting her head with what looked like extreme reluctance.
“Will you cut my hair?”