nine [nsfw]

You grab your belongings as fast as you possibly can and nearly trip over your own feet as you head to the elevator. Levi is already ahead of you, his jacket over his shoulders and suitcase in hand.

The two of you head into the elevator, and as soon as the doors shut, Levi's free hand moves to cup your cheek and he pulls you in. You kiss him back, arms going around his shoulders.

It's not as furious as your kiss in the office had been; it's a bit slower and more methodical. Almost like Levi's trying to slow your pace down a bit.

"You've got a thing for elevators?" you tease when the elevator dings and he pulls away.

Levi turns away from you, scoffing. "No. They're disgusting."

"Then what was that two weeks ago?" you push, following him out into the main lobby. Levi opens the door and you follow him out of the building and down the sidewalk to where he's parked his car. "You didn't seem to care when we were in the Garrison building," you add, trying to dig some sort of admission out of him. "And those ones were nastier than ours."

"They're a bunch of pigs," Levi grumbles, fishing his keys out of his jacket pocket. "Their janitors are shit and none of them know how to clean."

You laugh. Levi clicks the button on his keys and the lights on his car flash to indicate it's unlocked. You wait for him to say something else, but he doesn't- he's stalling, you realize- so you open the door to the passenger seat and hop inside. Levi jams his keys into place, twists them, and the car comes to life. "So?" you prompt.

Levi clicks his seatbelt into place. "So what?" he says.

You sigh to yourself. Alright, so he's not going to answer your questions after all. "And you say I'm a piece of work," you mutter, crossing your arms and turning your head to glare out the window.

A hand tangles into your hair. You cry out something in protest, but Levi's already got a tight grip. He forcefully turns your head towards him, and your mouth slips open at his sudden aggression.

"I've always known the Garrison are full of lazy assholes," Levi says, eyes narrowed, "but Rod's been too blind to see that for years, and they've always been careful enough not to get caught. Until," he murmurs, his voice dropping, "you came along. I wanted to fucking kiss you right then and there when you called him out."

Your voice is strangled when you choke out, "oh."

His grip loosens in your hair. "That good enough for you or you going to keep complaining?"

You try to regain your composure, and you muster up, "I suppose that'll do."

Levi rolls his eyes, and his fingertips move down to the base of your skull. "Good. Get your seatbelt on and let's go."

He lets go, and you reach across your body to grab the buckle and fumble it into place. Levi puts his hand behind your seat and turns to look over his shoulder as he reverses, and this time, you stare at him shamelessly. The top buttons of his shirt are still undone. You can't wait to get him out of it.

The car ride is much too long. You can feel your underwear sticking to you uncomfortably- you're so painfully horny that you have to physically restrain yourself from sticking your hand down your tights. You've got to wait, you've got to keep a handle on yourself.

Levi pulls into the parking lot for your apartment building, and you throw yourself out of the car, adrenaline running through your veins. Levi follows you into the building as you thumb in your code to open the main door, then press the button for the elevator. The doors open and an elderly lady wanders out, smiling at you.

You and Levi step inside, and when the door's closed, you turn to face him. "You remember what floor I'm on?"

He glares at you. "Press the damn button, Red."

You roll your eyes and press the button for the eighth floor. The elevator starts to rise. You turn back to Levi, smirking. "You're eager," you tease.

"I'm eager?" Levi repeats lowly. He extends his hand, pressing his palm against your thigh. You freeze up like a statue as his hand rotates and his fingers press against the inside of your leg, under your dress. "Then what does that make you?" he whispers, letting his fingers rise.

"I'm not- fuck," you whisper, nearly whimpering as the pads of Levi's fingers press against your pussy. 

"That's what I thought." Levi slowly drags his finger along the crotch of your tights, and you fight the urge to squeeze your legs shut around his hand. "You asked if I'd been waiting for this," he continues, his voice quiet, "but I think you're more excited for this than I am."

Your legs are quivering. His touch is too light, too little, not enough. "You- are you going to tease me all night, or are you going to fuck me?" you manage.

God, if he decided to fuck you right there on the floor of the elevator, you'd take it, hell, you'd beg for it at this point, because everything is shaking and your brain is rotting with lust-

Levi's finger presses up against your cunt, and you can't hide your gasp. "We'll see."

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. Levi steps out first, his hand dropping from your legs, and you stagger forwards. He waits for you to slip by him and then follows you down the hallway to your room. The key feels heavy in your hand as you stab it into the lock, then twist the door open. 

You shove the door open and stumble inside. As soon as you and Levi are both in your apartment, you knock the door shut with your foot and grab Levi's shoulders. You lean in and kiss him hungrily, trying to convey your cravings to him with your actions instead of your words.

Levi's mouth opens, and you slip your tongue into his mouth. He grabs your blazer and pushes it off your shoulders, and you shake your arms to help it fall off of you and to the ground. You knock your heels against the wall, kicking your feet out of your shoes.

You feel Levi smirk into your kiss. "Yeah, and I'm the eager one," he mutters against your lips.

You can feel your cheeks heating up. "Shut up," you mutter, kissing him harder.

Levi's hands circle your shoulders and slide down to your hips. You walk him backwards, intending on bringing you both to your bedroom, but Levi spins you around and pushes you into your couch. The backs of your knees hit the armrest and you fall backwards, hitting the soft cushions with a thump.

He's still standing above you, so you reach upwards and grab the collar of his shirt, then tug him down over top of you. Levi falls, his hands planting next to your head to keep from crashing down on top of you. 

"Levi," you murmur, fingers gliding across what little is exposed of his chest. 

His lips attach to your neck and Levi sucks at your skin- hard. Your eyes flutter shut. Yeah, you're definitely going to have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow. Levi's palm presses against your thigh, and he slides his hand up under your dress. The red dress rises, bundling up around your hips and exposing your lower half to him. 

Levi detaches himself from your neck so that he can shift back and grab your tights, pulling them down. "These are annoying as fuck," he grumbles as he tugs them off your legs.

You grin sheepishly. "Sorry?"

Levi's long fingers latch onto your thong next, and he pulls it down. It gets discarded like your tights. You fight the urge to squirm when Levi eyes your dripping pussy, and he settles his palms back on your thighs to keep your legs open. "Well," Levi says coolly, gaze dragging up your form and your heaving chest to lock eyes with you. "Look at you."

His thumb presses on your clit and you have to do your best not to spasm. "Oh, fuck," you moan in sweet, sweet relief. You've been waiting for this for too long, much too long, and you feel that you're going to come undone much too quickly.

Slowly, Levi slides one finger into you, then two, and your body trembles in pleasure and obvious relief. Nights alone with your hand between your legs just doesn't cut it anymore, not when you've been dreaming of this for months. 

"Such a liar, Red," Levi murmurs, dragging the pads of his fingertips against your walls. "Said you weren't looking forward to this. But you're soaked."

His fingers curl inside you and hit a spot that makes your legs go numb. You choke on whatever words you'd been about to say.

"So tense," he muses, and he kisses your neck as he starts shifting his fingers out and then back in, slow and purposeful. Each stroke is measured; each point of pressure is planned. It's almost like his fingers are flames and they're broiling your insides. 

"Levi," you whisper, but then he bites down on your neck and you whimper.

Thankfully, it doesn't seem like he's planning on teasing you for long, because Levi starts working his fingers at a decent pace. He hits your sensitive spot every time, causing you to curse under your breath. His mouth is practically assaulting the top of your breasts, and you just want to tear the dress off of your body and let him have full access.

It's almost embarrassing how fast your orgasm builds up in you once he adds a third finger. You choke on air as he opens you up, his fingers tearing you apart from the inside.

Holy shit, it feels like you're soaking his hand. You're dizzy with sensation, the three fingers almost too much for you to handle. It's not the thickness, it's the fucking pressure. Levi's hitting every spot, every pressure point, like he's mapped you out and knows exactly what to touch to get you to moan.

"Red," Levi breathes against your collarbone, and you whimper as his thumb presses down on your clit. He draws a torturously slow circle on your clit and you clamp down around him. "C'mon, Red."

You feel it, that burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, the signs that your climax is approaching, and you rake your nails down his back, hissing through your teeth. "Fuck," you choke as he twists his fingers inside of you. "Fuck, Levi, please, I'm- I'm going to-"

His mouth breaks off of your skin just so he can whisper, "so do it, then."

You do. White streaks blind your vision as blissful ecstasy seizes your body, rippling through it like waves. Your orgasm feels heavenly, after so much build up and so much tension. You moan as Levi's fingers work you through your climax, eventually slowing down in time with you as your body relaxes. 

Your head falls back against the couch as you take deep gulps of air, trying to resupply the oxygen to your brain. Your legs had been locked around Levi; you let them relax, falling by his sides.

Levi pulls his fingers out, slick with your cum. "Towel?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Right," you say, and Levi shifts off of you so that you can get up. You try to stand on your shaky legs- holy hell this should not be as difficult as it is- and you head towards your kitchen, fumbling with the paper towel. You toss it to him and he catches the roll with one hand.

You replay your orgasm in your head, letting your eyes flutter shut. You'd been dreaming of that, imagining it for weeks, and it was still better than you ever could've hoped for.

It's not enough, though. 

You open your eyes, looking up to where Levi is by your couch. He's focused on the task at hand, cleaning all of your slick from his fingers. Well, he's always been concerned with cleanliness. You stride towards him, then once you've got his attention, step around him and head for your bedroom.

His eyes follow you until you're at your bedroom door. You turn back to him and raise an eyebrow. "Well, I'm not going to let you fuck me on my couch when I've got a perfectly good bed right here," you say.

Levi's lips twitch. He discards the paper towel and heads towards you, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt. 

You grin and walk backwards into your room. Levi's shirt is opened and off by the time he's at your doorway, and he tosses it to the side as he closes your bedroom door. He pauses in front of you, and you press a hand to his chest. He's lean, but you can feel all of the tightly packed muscle under your fingertips. 

"If you don't take that damn dress off," Levi threatens, reaching for his belt buckle, "I'm going to tear it off of you."

"Hate the dress that much?" you joke, undoing the zipper at the side of your dress.

Levi's eyes are drilling holes into your soul. "The opposite," he mutters, tossing his belt off and to the ground.

The smoldering intensity in his eyes makes your body feel like it's on fire. You undo the zipper and toss off the dress straps, letting it fall to the ground, leaving you in just your bra- you're pretty sure your thong is still somewhere out by the couch.

Hell, you're still so stupidly wet- you can feel it leaking down your thighs. Levi climbs up onto your bed, and you follow, undoing your bra as you go and tossing it off to the side. You're definitely going to have to wash your blankets after this.

Levi shifts his pants and boxers down, and you see how hard he is- curved and at attention. Apparently, he's not about to wait around either. With one quick motion, his socks, pants, and underwear are thrown off the bed. Levi climbs over top of you, lining himself up, one forearm pressed down on either side of your head.

You wrap your hands around his neck, quivering, more ready for this moment than you've ever been for anything in your life. 

The head of his cock presses at your cunt. "Fuck, Red," Levi growls, his voice low.

He pushes in, and the feeling of his thickness breaking you open is fucking heavenly. Your nails dig into his back and you bite your lip, warding off the small spark of pain that appears solely because of how huge he is. Levi's first thrust is slow, letting you adjust after two months of absence. "I'm good, I'm good," you whisper, urging him to start moving.

Levi hisses through his teeth. "Still so fucking tight," he whispers.

His voice alone is making your lower abdomen throb. Slowly, Levi slides himself backwards, then pushes back in. He drops his forehead down to your shoulders and groans- it's clear he's enjoying himself as much as you are. You drags your fingers down his back, biting your lip to hide your moan.

Levi starts up a slow, steady rhythm, shifting his hips back and forth, the slick sound of his cock sliding back and forth inside you filling the room. You push your hips up against him, determined to help him get off. You don't just want to lie here- you want to be the reason he cums, not just because he's got a body underneath him.

Hell, if he gets turned on whenever you're assertive...

You use your arms around his neck for leverage and pull your head up from the pillows so that you can whisper in his ear, "flip over."

Levi's thrusts falter. "Wh- what?" he stammers.

You've caught him off guard, for the first time since you've met him. You gently shove him sideways, and Levi slides out of you and falls to his side. The loss of friction nearly makes you whine and you scamper to climb on top of him, eager to get underway again.

Levi's eyes are wild, darting from your face to your exposed chest and then to your dripping pussy. You settle one hand on his chest, breathing hard, and tighten your knees on his sides, straddling him as best as you can. You reach down with your other hand, grabbing onto his cock, and he groans.

"Well?" Levi hisses through his teeth, his hands finding place on your hips.

You smirk slightly, line him up with your entrance, and sink your hips all the way down.

You and Levi both moan in unison. His cock hits you at a different angle than when he was on top and it sends stars across your vision. Levi's grip on your hips is painfully tight, but you don't call him out for it because you feel way too fucking good. You're filled, you're whole, and Levi looks like he's going to combust below you.

For a second, neither of you move. You adjust your hips, shifting your knees so you're in a more comfortable position. Levi's palms slide up from your hips so that he can cups your tits, one in each palm. You place your hands over top of his, holding him there. The only sound in the room is your and Levi's heavy breathing.

"Fuck," you choke out, laughing weakly.

To your surprise, Levi lets out a chuckle, and he squeezes your chest. "C'mon, Red," he says, his voice strained. You roll your hips forward and he grunts. "Y- Yeah, just like- just like that."

Slowly, you rock your hips back and forth. You slide your hands down Levi's forearms and biceps until you're at his shoulders, scraping your nails against his skin as you pick up the pace. You clench down around him, riding him in earnest, determined to make him feel the same euphoria that you experienced from his fingers alone.

He's cursing underneath you, whispering things under his breath that you can't hear, but you don't know if you could focus on it even if you wanted to. Being on top takes a lot of energy, but it's worth it: the look on his face, the tension in his muscles, the new angles and spots that you're hitting that make you feel like a virgin all over again.

Levi's hands don't last long on your tits, and he drags his palms down your sides until he's holding onto your waist with bruising pressure. "Shit," he curses, thumbs digging into the skin above your hip bones, "shit- you're too- too fucking-"

Whatever he'd been saying is lost when he groans, loud and unashamed. He rocks his hips up into yours as you come downwards, and it hits a deep spot inside you that makes you cry out. 

"Oh, fuck," you breathe, and Levi pushes his hips up again. His strong thrusts feel like they're catapulting you forward, and you press your palms into his shoulders to keep yourself upright. "Sh- shit," you choke, squeezing your eyes shut.

You can feel it. You can feel another orgasm building up in your core, threatening to swallow you whole. Levi angles his hips slightly and thrusts up again, hitting a deeper spot inside you- fuck you didn't think that was possible- and drawing your next orgasm out at a blinding speed.

"Le-" you can't even get out his name. "I- I might- shit-"

"Shit," he groans, his voice low and pained, "I- Red-"

Levi's body tenses, and his thrusts falter. You feel a wave of heat inside you as Levi cums, head thrown back against the pillows, his teeth sunk deep into his lip. For a moment, you're worried your orgasm is going to escape you, but Levi shoves up hard with what seems to be the last of his energy.

Another wave of pure bliss tears your insides apart, swamping your brain with hot pleasure. Your second orgasm is just as strong as the first, pulsing through the depths of your core. Your arms give out and you collapse against his chest, completely exhausted.

You both remain there for a minute, breathing heavily. All of your energy is spent, and from the sounds of it, so is his. Levi's knees drop flat against the bed and he sighs, long and quiet. His cock is still inside you, limp and spent, but you know that the second you pull out, you're going to make a mess all over Levi and your blankets.

Eventually, Levi's grip lightens up on your hips, and his hands drop to your sides. "You getting up?" he asks.

"Yeah- yeah," you say, and you carefully shift yourself upwards, letting his cock fall out of you, then fall onto the bed beside him. You reach a hand over to your nightstand and grab your box of tissues with shaky hands. "Here," you say, passing it to him.

Levi takes it from you and starts cleaning himself up. You take some too and start dabbing at your thighs. 

Did that really just happen? You still can't entirely believe it. That was even better than the first time you'd fucked: the first time had been sort of hurried and completely driven by lust, while this time was anchored by months of pining and desire.

You smile to yourself, grinning like an idiot up to your ceiling. 

It strikes you that you're completely naked, and now that the sex is over, you feel a bit over exposed. Levi rolls off of the bed and you grab the top blanket, gathering it towards you to cover your chest. Levi walks around the bed towards where he discarded his boxers and pants, and he starts to pull his clothing back on.

You frown. You'd get up, but you don't trust your legs to work right away. "You don't have to leave," you say.

Levi straightens up, pants pulled up to his hips. "What?" he asks with a frown.

There's a moment of silence in which you realize that perhaps you and Levi are reading this situation differently.

"This is just sex," Levi says bluntly, and something seizes in your chest. "That's it."

The euphoria you'd felt being with Levi seems to evaporate into nothing. It's true that everything has been physical, but were you really naïve for hoping that maybe it was something more? All those kisses in the elevators, the intimate moments you've shared with him- yes, it was all physical, but you'd partially hoped there'd been something more.

Okay. That's fine. If sex was all he wanted, then you would have to settle for that. You try to squash the stupid feelings in your chest.

"R- right," you agree, nodding and pulling the blanket closer towards you. 

Levi nods, then bends down to grab his belt. "You're gone in two months anyways," he says as he threads the leather through the buckle. 

You want to argue that you could find a job near here, you could do long distance- but it's becoming increasingly apparent that despite your hopes, Levi just wanted you for the sex. That's it. "Right," you repeat, nodding again. "Yeah, doesn't make much sense anyways."

He grabs his shirt from the floor and pulls it on. You get one last look at his back muscles before they're covered by the material. Your head feels like it's being squashed.

Then, Levi opens your door and leaves.

You listen for his footsteps, trying to process what just happened. You'd been fucked senseless, feeling better than you had in a long time, and now you're trying to ward off the disappointment that's trying to consume your brain.

The footsteps move back towards you and you straighten up. Levi pokes his head in and tosses you something; it lands next to you on the bed.

You pick it up. It's his phone. His personal phone, not his work phone.

"Put your number in that," Levi says, leaning against the door frame. "Can't be making calls for this to my work phone."

The way he says it indicates further hook ups. Alright. You can roll with that. You'd be stupid to turn down more sex. You take his phone, and it's already open to a new contact page. You thumb in your name and number and save it, then toss it back to him.

Levi catches it with one hand. "See you tomorrow," he says gruffly, and then he's gone from your sight.

You listen as the footsteps recede. A pause, probably to get his shoes and coat on. Shuffling. Then a door opens, and then you hear it close. Then there's nothing but silence.

"See you tomorrow," you whisper to your wall.