Levi Ackerman - CLUE - Secret Gin

The lemonade, that had been welcome. The day had been hot and muggy, the humidity enough to make even Levi loosen his cravat. The cadets had been slaving away all day taking care of the horses who’d been overheating in the stables. So yes, the lemonade stored in the last remaining cool spot in the cellar had been a find that Levi quickly thieved away and locked in his office.

It was the gin that had turned the situation for the worse. He’d barely even noticed at first, the Cheshire grin on her face was no different from usual and he’d quickly dismissed it as her usual mischievous nature. Especially when the strange aftertaste to the lemonade had been replaced with something smoother, lighter.

It was only when she placed the empty green bottle on his shelf that he saw the laughing shine in her eyes that told him he was in trouble. His pen and paperwork had long been shut in a drawer. Because only when they were safely away and his desk clear could he pull her atop it and begin kissing the daylights out of her, pressing his weight down on her as if to leave an impression of what she’d done. But at least he could taste the gin on her lips too, hidden behind the sweetness of the lemonade. He ran his hands over the sides of her ribs, feeling her squirm underneath him, knowing it tickled. But she deserved it and he wasn’t about to let her off easy.

He pulled her shirt over her head and pressed a kiss under her jaw before ducking down to capture a nipple in his mouth, kneading the other firmly in his hand in a way that would be bruised tomorrow. She always bruised so easily, she came back from missions looking like death, but as long as it was under her uniform Levi had her blessing to do as he wished. He felt that she liked them, she liked being marked by him, carrying proof that she was his.

Her skin was so warm, she reacted so easily to him. He barely had to touch her before he could smell the difference on her skin, could see the goosebumps. Her hips bucked up into him and he knew she wasn’t aware of it, she just responded so well to everything he did. He felt her hands move down his back but his hands were quick to slam them above her head. “Know your place.” He growled, only getting harder at the ridiculous gasp that left her lips at his manhandling.

“You’re always horny when you drink.” She managed to get out, neck elongated in a way that begged him to grate his teeth along it.

“And whose fault is that.” He murmured back, pushing his hands down her pants and thumbing along her clit to make a point, holding back a shiver as he felt just how wet she was. It didn’t take much more to push him over the edge and she was soon naked on his desk, Levi’s cock sheathed to the hilt inside her.

“This what you wanted?” He asked between thrusts, “me to fuck you hard like a whore?”

“Fuck Levi, yes!” She moaned, her back arching off the desk, arms thrown over her head to grasp the desk in an attempt to ground herself to reality.

Well, Levi wasn’t about to let her get away any time soon.       

Levi Ackerman Lemon - Behind the Rain - Request

*Hides in shame* Hi everyone… I know it’s been forever….

I have reasons thought! Classes and vacations and internet and moving and working… it’s been a busy few months.

However, here is a request that I thoroughly enjoyed working on! Hope I did it justice, and enjoy!

                Levi was known for demanding the very best of his soldiers. He was always watching, evaluating, deeming who could be relied on in a time of need. As a result, he was good at reading those around him. Eren Jager was dedicated to the point of stupidity. Hanji was curious to the point of recklessness. Armin was cautious to the point of inaction. But Reina Leon… he had yet to fully understand her.

                At first, he deemed her a fool, leaving her dark hair so long that he would consider it a hazard during battle. Then he noticed the dark circles under her eyes, dark enough to be seen through her tanned skin, and wondered if maybe she feared this war enough to lose sleep over it. She was taller than he was, long legs that would be well matched to 3DMG. But somehow, he could never picture her in battle, despite how many times he had seen her. To him, she looked out of place. Her eyes were wide and innocent, not looking angry even if they were narrowed and focused. Her lips were plump and turned down in the corners, but even this frown was softened by those doe like eyes.

                He had interacted with her on occasion, harshly, seriously, even politely, but her exterior had not cracked, as she responded with the bare minimal required before going back to her task. Seeing as he could not break her this way, he resorted to watching her on the battlefield, keeping her in the very corner of his vision. He even admitted to himself that he enjoyed watching her fight, stressful though it may be. Her movements were odd, like the bending limbs of a willow tree in a storm. Her feet landed where he would never have placed them, her arms reaching where he never would have gambled, but she always managed to pull it off. Her long lean limbs making her fast, and agile, but lacking in strength potential. She was tactical, her mind moving at the speed of her swords, but in a way that Levi could never quite understand.
                She'd stood up to him the first time he’d ever ordered her around. He’d not even thought about it, expecting her to respond like any other soldier, but she hadn’t, not in the slightest. And it hadn’t been with an angry fury either, it had been distanced, calm and collected. Like she'd already had every weapon in her arsenal ready to fire at him, every word on her tongue that would infuriate him. And to do it in such a dignified manner, like she was right for arguing with him, it had only confounded him more. That she believed with such conviction that her place was on equal standing with his, he hadn’t even had the forethought to dissuade her. With her skill and her fierce independence, and the way she claimed and earned her place, Levi had no reason to ever doubt that she belonged there. 

                She confused him. A chess piece in his army that he could never plan for, a wild card. And thus, she put him on edge.

                Reina was not entirely ignorant of Levi’s perceptions of her, but she was rather indifferent to it. Or at least, she always endeavoured to be. Almost from birth she had been taught to guard herself, her thoughts, and her emotions. Concealing her true thoughts behind her carefully constructed wall, watching when others would act rashly, planning when others would lose.

                Around her, people were training. Captain Mike was sparring with a recruit, holding back his throws to avoid beating the poor boy senseless. Olou was slouching nearby, casting his haughty glances over his surroundings. Reina avoided her eyes, she wanted to avoid contact with him, holding grudges back from the time he had attempted to flirt with her when she first arrived. He had no thought for her, no respect for her strength or her dignity, and that was not something she forgave lightly. Although, he was not alone in this regard. For many years in her childhood she had seen the women around her bow to the abuse of men. Although she had long since learned to master her aversions, there was always an underlying reluctance to engage with one.

                Which led to her avoidance of Levi. Although, if she had to think about it, she would have to admit that she was more at ease with him than any other man. Something in his gaze told her of the words he did not say, an underserved age within them that reflected only that of her own. There was also an honesty in his being, whether it was his brash words or his unwavering leadership, he refused to betray who he was and Reina sometimes found herself thinking it admirable.

                Still, she was not one to admit the weakness of the distraction he caused her. She blamed it on his pestering, the way his analytical eyes followed her on the battlefield, and her responding actions were simply to put herself as far from his line of sight as possible.

                She lowered her gaze as the man himself stepped to the training grounds. “Reina.” His voice echoed moments later, only a step away from her.

                “Captain.” She replied, still surveying the others.

                “Are you so weak that you must stand back and watch?” Reina couldn’t stop her eyes from angrily moving to his, chastising herself for falling for his trick to get a reaction from her.

                “Taking a step back to observe is often the best way to take one forward.” She replied flatly, enjoying the flicker of annoyance in his eyes at the lack of emotion in her words.

                “I disagree.” He unsheathed one of the swords at his waist. Reina barely had time to unsheathe her own as his swung to her throat. He kept the pressure on his blade, and she felt a strange surge of pride that he was not underestimating her. “I believe,” he continued, quietly, “that sometimes a new challenge can test you in ways you never imagined.”

                There was a double meaning in his words, Reina was sure, but she had no time to ponder it as his other sword came slashing at her side.

                Levi was focused, focused enough that he didn’t notice the others stopping to watch the fight, backing off to avoid the powerful swing of steel. Just as she couldn’t let up for a second lest his strong swings break past her own, his own mind had to stay intent to prepare for her unconventional moves. He saw her heel twist to the left, but let his swords hang in the air for a moment longer than usual, a bold decision but a good one, as somehow she managed to throw her body to the right, her second sword coming down on him from above. He tried to unbalance her, but her feet somehow remained stable, one only balanced on the edge of a pinky toe. He attacked again and again, searching for her centre of gravity, for the part of her body that indicated her movements, the parts that would give him advanced knowledge of her plan.

                For Reina, she was analysing him as well. But she had seen him many times, she knew how he would both act and react. But this meant that she also knew she was overpowered. Levi was not the named the strongest because of his temper, he was stronger than she was and they both knew it. Her only chance was to continue fighting the way she knew how, and keep the trust in herself that it would be enough.

                Their fight never came to a proper end, as Levi stepped back in the middle of a swing. “You fight well.” He said, sheathing his swords, “But there are always ways to improve.” Reina barely managed to hold her tongue, biting back the retort that threatened to fly out. It was always difficult with Levi, much more so than with someone like Erwin.

                And Levi almost smiled, because there was finally a fire in her eyes, which were now piercing in a way he had never seen them before. There was that fearlessness that he had only rarely observed, and only from afar. The sun peaked through the clouds overhead, just for a moment, but it lit her hair and exposed reddish gold strands that had before remained hidden, and Levi felt that he had never seen her more exposed, and this glimpse at her raw being was probably the most vulnerable he had ever seen her. He had finally broken the surface, and now he was only emboldened to keep digging.

                Reina saw the change in his eyes, and automatically brought her mask back, calming herself back to a neutral state. She excused herself from his presence, and deftly manoeuvered around the crowd of people who had gathered to watch the spar. Levi watched her go.

                Reina avoided crowds after that, desiring to blend into the background like the way she once had. Levi and his fight with her had brought her to the front of many people’s attentions, but she knew that eventually it would die down. Assuming, of course, that Levi did not pull a stunt like that again. Thinking of him brought back an image of his curious eyes as they watched her, closer than she had ever seen them. The flint grey had seemed somehow warmer than usual, as if he recognised her attempts and knew what she was doing. It reminded her of that strange similarity they shared. The façade they both put up, her to protect herself, and him to hold the mantel that the world had placed on him. It was as if he saw a unity between them, and frankly, it made her uncomfortable.

                It was something she had never considered, she had made her peace with her self-induced isolation. She was raised to be resilient, unfaltering, unfailing, and not what Levi was turning her into. There were times during their spar that his skin had brushed against her own, and even the memory of it made her stomach roll with revulsion. There had been sweat forming at his hairline, a fact Reina was sure that only she, with her complete avoidance of physical contact, would notice. But there had been a moment where she had seen the strong set of his shoulders, the sharpness of his jaw, and had been curious to see what it would be like to run her hand along it.

                It was raining. The patter was heavy on the roofs, and everyone was thanking the clouds that they had decided to unload at night when they would not be forced outside to train. They had taken refuge in their beds, lest a patrolling Levi find them and order them out for his own amusement. Levi was almost hoping for someone to be bending the curfew, just to break the boredom of his route around the base. Then he was thanking that he had not encountered anyone else, because then he may not have encountered Reina. She was in a hallway, but he leaned against the doorway leading to it, hearing a faint humming from inside.  

                She hadn’t seen him yet, her gaze was focused on the sky, where she could see the rain over the outline of the moon. She wasn’t sure where her love of rain had come from, but it always calmed her. Things seemed so clear when it was raining, so simple, as if the rain washed away any confounding factors that confused her.

                The faint clearing of a throat snapped her out of her revere and she was at a loss of what to say when she saw Levi leaning against the doorway behind her.

                “What are you doing here?” All rank and propriety was lost as she looked at him.

                “Doing rounds.” He answered simply, his tone honest and open, “you?”

                “Couldn’t sleep.” She said, intonation rising at the end, just enough to convey her confusion at his presence. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything, simply walking over to stand next to her, following where her gaze had been to look at the rain.

                “It’s nice.” He said, nodding at the view.

                “Yeah.” She agreed, turning her head to look. There was a rare comfortable silence between them, until eventually, he spoke again.

                “I always liked the smell of rain.”

                “Petrichor.” She said, almost without thinking, continuing on when he turned his confused gaze on her, “that’s the smell, it’s called petrichor.”   

                He hummed in acknowledgement, testing the word on his lips.

                And that was how they spent the rest of the night, parting ways when hints of the sun began to bleed over the horizon, nothing remaining of the night other than memories and a newfound comfort in the presence of the other.

               

                It was the smell in the air that stirred Levi from his desk. The murmur of petrichor on his lips that caused him to stand from his paperwork and make his way to a room he had never before entered. She was awake, despite the hour, just as he knew she would be.

                “It’s raining again.” He said as he entered.

                “Thanks for the astounding observation Captain.” She replied, this time having been aware of his presence, almost having expected it, as if he was something that came along with the rain in the same way that distinct smell did. She wasn’t looking at him, so she missed the fleeting expression that tugged at his lips. Halfway between surprise and laughter, the sarcastic comment so unexpected that it caught him off guard in a way that no titan ever had.

                He was stood next to her again, but his mind was on the wistful look in her eyes, and how he wanted to get rid of it, finding a way to bring back the fire he had seen before. Reina, too, was not truly watching the rain, but was too aware of the man beside her, of the way his breathing was in time with her own. His jaw was illuminated by moonlight, and she found corner of her eye focusing on it more than she should have. But her hands stayed firmly at her sides, closed in tight fists, years of conditioning and twisted teachings keeping them there.

                “Hey.” Levi’s voice broke the silence, and she saw he was looking at her hands. “you ok Reina?” His voice was low, and as rough as it always was, but she didn’t think he’d ever said her first name before. He stretched out a hand to touch hers, but she jerked it back before he could. Not to be beaten, Levi’s arm darted like a snake, his thin fingers wrapping around her wrist and pulling her hand to him. He could see her obvious discomfort at the contact, but he only kept his hand on hers and burned his gaze into her. “You’re fine.” He said, so full of conviction that Reina almost found herself believing him. But then he reached with his other hand and her stomach twisted again, but he only yanked her arm closer, tugging the rest of her with it. There was still distance between them, but less than before. Reina could smell mint coming from his breath. “You’re ok.” He repeated, his voice commanding and she found herself nodding as the twisting actually receded, meek as if it had misbehaved.

                His other hand reached forward again, carefully unfolding her fingers from the fist. Then the other hand. His touch was warm, his fingers nimble despite their calloused roughness. There was a tickle on her wrist as his fingers brushed the sensitive skin.

                “How you feeling?” he asked, and this time she caught the double meaning, how could she not when his eyes had so obviously dipped to her lips?

                She could barely answer, feeling lightheaded in a way that had nothing to do with air and everything to do with nervous anticipation. “I’m ok.” She whispered back, two words that were so innocent and conversational is they were spoken any other way, in any other context. But here, with just the two of them in the dark, the silvery moonlight washing over them, the pattering of rain that prevented any silence from falling between them, there was something more than innocence remaining here.

                His hand raised and brushed through the hair by her ear, watching her response with careful eyes. When he saw the way she tilted, just a breath, to lean into his hand, he knew that there was no doubt left. Curling his hand to cup her neck, he brought her lips to his and sealed his mouth gently on hers. He didn’t move, not at first, letting her get used to the foreign feeling. Then he pressed gently, just sliding his lips along hers, caressing them like soft petals.

                Reina appreciated his slowness, the soft way he handled her like she was something to be cherished. It let her appreciated the warmth that was sparking from her lips down into her fingertips, fingertips that were still immobile at her sides, unsure what to do. Levi didn’t seem to mind her hesitance, taking his time, giving her the time she needed, waiting until she was ready to progress past the gentle kisses.

                His one hand was still cupping her throat, and it was when he felt the faint vibration of an inaudible moan that he progressed, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip. He pulled away, his lips lowering to her bare shoulder and placing the barest of kisses there, noting the goosebumps that rose at his touch. Gently grasping her hand, he led her backwards towards her bed. It had been looming ominously in her mind, but as she lay there on her side, face to face with Levi, his forehead touching hers, there was no fear left in her. His eyes were deep, a darker grey than she remembered. She realised that once again, he was waiting for her to show that she was ready to continue.

                Shyly, nervously, she nudged her nose against his. Within moments he had leaned up so he towered over her, rolling her onto her back as he recaptured her lips. His tongue was bolder this time, slipping inside her mouth to stroke against her own. The muscles of his arm were tense as he held himself above her, rolling slightly to slip one of his legs between hers, just gently brushing against her inner thigh. She noticed immediately, but was more involved with the mouth that was now burning hot against her own, the tongue that was moving in bold strokes. His hands came up to slip against the skin of her ribcage, and Reina found herself arching into his touch.

                Her own fingers came to rest at his shoulders, clutching at him gently, but firmly, like a life raft to tether her as she lost herself in this unexplored ocean. His mouth trailed to the corner of her lips, her jaw, the line of her collarbone, but no further as he met her gaze again. Something about it comforted her, wrapping her up in the darkness of his eyes, pulling her down to sink within them. The hand on her ribs was moving in small circles, rubbing warmth in her chilly skin. Gently, he slid his hand out and it joined the other, thumbing over her hipbones. They moved down, inch by inch, until her pyjama bottoms were crumpled at the bottom of the bed, neither of the reaching to retrieve them.

                Levi knew what he was doing. He’d been watching her enough in her fights to know just how deep her aversion to touch ran. And he knew her personality well enough to know that it was more than the issue of cleanliness that she claimed it was, because he was well practiced at recognising his own excuses. He was taking his time, taking only what she was willing to give him, he would not be the one to damage her beyond repair by going too far.                       

                Reina felt his body shift as he took off his uniform pants and shirt, leaving him in just his underwear, and found a strange longing forming within her, and she trusted him to show her what it was for. He resumed his place above her, his bare chest now able to feel the way her nipples were puckering beneath her thin nightshirt. It was desire that made him duck his head and capture one between his teeth, biting gently at the bud until he heard a shaky but breathy moan from her lips that went straight to his groin. He fastened his lips harder around it, breathing in through his mouth as he sucked. The feeling was probably muted, though the fabric was thin, but even so her back was arching beyond her control as a feeling like no other coursed through her veins. A feeling that was only bested by the hand that squeezed firmly at her inner thigh before moving to her core.

                His movements were direct, and Reina was thankful. Not only because it allowed her insight as to what his intentions were and she could prepare herself, but that it hinted that his desire was growing with hers, like he wanted her.

                His fingers stroked her through her underwear, feeling her wetness grow with every motion. Then his deft fingers were pushing the fabric aside and firmly pressing at his opening until one finger slipped inside her. She gasped at the foreign feeling, and Levi timed a bite at her breast that pulled a raw groan from her open lips. His hips bucked against her thigh, and he felt a twinge of relief at the pressure. As his index began pumping within her, the pad of his thumb was solid against her fleshy clitoris, and the following moan was louder than any of its predecessors. He soon pushed his middle finger to join his index, and he raised his lips to hers wanting to swallow every noise that escaped them.

                It was when he withdrew his fingers that Reina’s nervousness returned, because she knew what was next. But his forehead was pressing against hers and his eyes were all stormy and reassuring, and she found herself whispering “I’m ok” as his tip brushed against her. Her hands, which had drifted to his back, now found themselves brushing through his hair as their lips worked together, tongues tangling in prequel to how they would soon be joined below.

                He thrust inside in one smooth motion, as fluid here as he was on the battlefield. He didn’t let up kissing her, if anything he kissed her harder as he held his hips steady, though they were quivering to move. “Reina,” he murmured against her mouth, “Can I-”

                “I trust you.” She cut off his question, not sure how she had chosen her response. But she did, she trusted this man above her, who had treated her with nothing but respect. She trusted him to take care of her in a place where she had previously felt uncomfortable.

                His hips pulled out and then thrust back into hers, not hard, but not entirely gentle. With every thrust his speed and power picked up, and Reina found herself blushing. But it was not at the way his slim hips were almost pistoning into her, or the way that her own were angling up to him, it was at the way she felt the bed moving underneath them as the force of their passion was enough to move it. His hand came down and brought one of her legs up to wrap around his hip, and their resounding sighs tangled in the air as the new depth granted them both a greater satisfaction. The hand didn’t return to join the other in holding his weight above her. It almost made it, stopping to tweak at a nipple that was still peaking through the shirt, before darting back down and pinching her clit, rolling it between her fingers.

                Her head tilted back at this, and his lips found themselves latched to the hollow of her throat. He could feel the vibrations growing as her impending orgasm drew nearer, and knew that she was biting her lower lip to conceal the noise, the lower lip that was plump and wet with his attention. And she was so warm and wet and tight that he found himself groaning too, though quietly. His fingers were working fast against her, forcing her to rise faster than him, determined to make her finish before she squeezed his end out of him.

                And it was with these thoughts that he felt her inner walls twitching. He drew out quickly, not sure if he could have lasted within her as she orgasmed, but continuing with her clit to watch her climax unfurl, wave after wave as she clutched at the blankets around her, head thrown backwards and back arching off the bed. The image burned in his memory, the sight of her completely raw and bared for him, open to his eyes in a way he’d never even imagine she would be. It was enough to make him recapture her lips, biting at her deliciously plump lower lip as he pulled his hand away from her to work at finishing himself. It barely took any time at all, with the amount of lubrication he still had from her, and the way her body was still writhing underneath him.

                He wiped his hand delicately on the sheets, gripping her and pulling her to stand with him. She was shaky on post-orgasm legs, but she caught herself. “Where are we going?” She put on her pyjama bottoms again as Levi redressed himself as well.

                “To sleep somewhere clean.”

                The intention was obvious, and Reina found herself blushing even more at the idea that they were heading to Levi’s quarters.

                “What about in the morning?” She asked, as he tossed her clean clothes to sleep in from his dresser. People would see, rumours would spread, Hanji would be unbearable-

                “Hey.” He cut off her quickening thoughts, “you ok?”

                And that was all it took, she took a big breath, feeling her heart beat slow and her fingers unclench as she smiled open and honestly at the man before her.

                “Yeah, I’m ok.”         

Levi Ackerman Lemon - Eyes that See - Request

A Levi request, took a little longer than expected (Super sorry... blame my advanced cognitive neuroscience class) but we made it! Hope I did it justice for ya.

If anyone else is interested in a request just head over to my request page and take a look.

Enjoy! 

                “Pass me that map.”

                Akame hummed at the ‘order’, and handed over the map on the table beside her. Levi grunted in thanks before going back to being completely absorbed in his work. She was pretty sure he was working on planning their next trip outside the walls but couldn’t be sure as he hadn’t spoken in hours. Ever since he’d sat down at his desk with the new pile of papers he hadn’t said a word. But this was nothing new, Levi was nothing if not dedicated.

                Their pairing was an odd one, Akame had to admit that. Levi was still Levi, carrying the label of her boyfriend did not lessen the brashness. His curt words still stung sometimes, but if she admitted it to herself, that was why she had been so comfortable in the relationship. The insults, the treatment, although very much diluted it reminded her of her past and where she came from. After so many years in such a place, Akame hadn’t been sure how to react to anything else. Levi had been her source of comfort, so much better than where she had been, but still enough to ease her anxiety.

                She looked at the man, his eyes sharp and focused like always, not even blinking as his hair fell into them while he bent over the map. She had the urge to brush the strands back, but knew that Levi would be furious if she distracted him. There were rules for being in Levi’s office while he was working, and Akame had no doubt that he would throw her out if she broke them, girlfriend or not.

                So she settled back into the chair and closed her eyes, subconsciously matching her breathing to Levi’s and drifting off to sleep.

               

                Although Levi was there to ease her anxiety when she was awake, there was nothing to comfort her in sleep. Once again, she felt the dreams seeping in and clouding her previously calm thoughts. But they were not dreams, but memories. Memories of her parents saying goodbye, of her little sister’s small hand clasped around her own. The poor girl never understood, she was too small, too weak. But their parents had needed the money and there was nothing else to sell. The camp had apparently paid a good price for them, and Akame sometimes wondering how much it was, just how much her life was worth. Akame could still feel the lashes, the pain of failure. She’d tried so hard to keep the attention on herself, hoping that they would ignore her sister, but it was not enough.

                They hadn’t even let her see the body, not even to say goodbye.      

                They had worked Akame hard, harder than all of the others because they could see the raw potential in her. And they were right, Akame advanced past the others, and for a brief part of her life assassin work was all she knew, all she was allowed to know. The few friends she had there were as broken and twisted as she was, everyone else avoided her red eyes that unsettled them so much. Those had been dark times, even now the thought of them made her shiver. She could feel the revulsion crawl under her skin at the thought of the person she had been then, at who she was on the road to becoming.

                She didn’t remember what spurred her rebellion, but one day she found herself hiding from the guards and running away. The underground wasn’t exactly safe, but to her it was freedom. Ironically, there was no way she would have made it out without the skills they had taught her.

               

                “Akame.”

                She startled awake, sitting up in the chair and feeling her neck crack from the way she’d slid down the chair. Levi was standing beside his desk, fingertips pushing the papers to line up with the edge. “Time to go.”

                “Go? Where?” Her mind was sluggishly trying to catch up and unless she was mistaken she saw the flicker of an amused smirk before reality came back.

                “The meeting, with all of the captains.”

                “Right. That meeting.” Akame stood and followed Levi out of the room, heading towards a meeting they both knew would probably just tell them everything they already knew about their current situation with the Titans.

  

                ***

                They’d been wrong. The meeting was about a trip outside the walls. A small scouting party, it shouldn’t be something that had such a big effect on them. They’d done this many times before. But this time, they would be accompanied by new recruits, and it had Levi in a rage.

                “What is he thinking? They’re not nearly ready enough to go outside!”

                He was pacing around his office with long purposeful strides, hands gripping his hair. Akame was sat in her chair, quiet. She knew there was no way to change the mission details, she knew that the scouts were running low on men, why else would such new recruits be sent out with her and Levi? But she could understand why Levi was having such an issue with it, the likelihood of these new scouts coming back from the mission was low, and wasting life was the one thing Levi hated most.

                “Levi, there’s nothing we can do.” She tried to keep her voice calm, not wanting to further enrage him when he was already so furious. But it seemed to have the opposite effect, his scathing eyes turned on her and for once she couldn’t find comfort in them.

***

The mission was over.

They’d done what they needed to do.

Only she and Levi had made it back.

Levi had been silent the entire time, he hadn’t been himself. She’d practically had to tear him away from the corpses to get him to turn back, or else neither of them would have made it back at all. But since then, he’d refused to look at her. She’d followed him to his office like usual, thinking that he just needed time, but then he’d slammed the door in her face.

So she was currently stood outside it, heart clenched in a vice. He’d never shunned her before, at least not like this. He was a little mean and sarcastic by nature, but he was never cruel. Hesitantly, she knocked. “Levi?”

There was nothing. But she wasn’t about to let him sit and fester in whatever he was feeling now. “Levi I’m not leaving.”

She heard a dull thud, and then his loud footsteps towards the door as it was wrenched open.

“Get lost.”

“No. I’m not leaving you like this-”

“Why not, that’s what you’re good at isn’t it? Leaving people behind?” He opened the door fully and took a steps towards her, walking her back until she was pressed against the wall and there was nowhere left to turn. She could feel his breath on her face, but there were none of the feelings that usually accompanied it. “Your sister, your ‘friends’, those new recruits, you’ve left every single one of them to die, to save your own skin!”

Akame couldn’t find the words, the madness in his eyes stole them from her. She could feel herself curling in, trying to protect herself. Her hands flew to her ears to block out his words but he grabbed her wrists and held them down.

“You’ve left everyone you ever knew to die, and today was no different! I wanted to go back, we could have saved them! But you, you left them! You’re a monster!”

He let go of her, his breathing laboured, and with one last glance turned back to his office.

Akame felt the silent tears brim and trickle over her cheeks, “I’m a person.” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Levi or herself, but he chose to reply anyway.

“You are what they made you, and nothing more.”

His door slammed shut and Akame felt her legs collapse from under her, sliding down the wall to finally curl into herself, trying to hold the pieces of herself that were finally breaking apart.

***

Levi took two days to calm down.

Then another day to think over everything he’d said.

Then another day to feel shitty about everything.

And then finally, he found himself stood outside Akame’s door, with no plan in mind, and no idea of what to say. He raised his hand to knock, but let it fall back down. What was he even doing here? He’d spent days waiting for her to show up at his door and yell at him, insult him, break up with him, something! But when she didn’t show, that was somehow worse. Maybe she couldn’t even bear to look at him. In one angry moment he may have lost her forever.

He sighed, resting his forehead against her door, straining his ears for any sign that she was inside. And then he heard her, he pressed his ear to the wood to confirm, and he heard her again. Not thinking, he opened the door and walked in. After a moment his eyes adjusted to the dim light and he saw her sitting on her bed, knees curled up to her chest, and a glistening streak of tears down her cheek.

“Akame…” he breathed out her name at the sight of her, his breath catching in his throat as her head turned and her teary eyes snapped to meet his. He gaze lowered to her throat as she swallowed, then up to her lips as she spoke,

“What do you want.” Her voice was dull and lifeless, just as he remembered it being when she’d first arrived. He’d heard that voice many times since then, but it’d never been aimed directly at him. But what was he supposed to say, after everything he’d said before, how could he atone for that?

“I came to see you.” She flinched at his words, trying to hide it behind a sniffle but Levi’s sharp eyes caught the movement.

“Why would you want to see me?” She asked, letting out a broken sob, “I’m just a monster, remember?”

And at this, Levi couldn’t remain by the door any longer, he stepped forward to the side of her bed and kneeled down, grasping one of her hands in both of his as he looked up at her, “Don’t say that Akame”

She looked away, determinedly avoiding his gaze, but she didn’t pull her hand back which sparked hope in him yet. “I’m a person.” Her voice was small, but clear in the silent room, “and you can’t tell me I’m not.”

Levi moved up, sitting gently on the bed beside her, tracing his thumb over her cheekbone and wiping away one trail of tears, “I know you are. You went through all that shit and you still somehow came out a better person than anyone of the dumbasses here.” He gave her a wry smile, and was rewarded with a reluctant giggle, her cheek lifting under his hand.

“I’m sorry I said those things, I, I was just so angry that we’d lost them and-”

“I know.” Her palm was resting on his, smoothing circles into the calloused skin. She knew him inside and out, because they’d both been through so much, they were the only people who understood one another. And that’s what allowed them to find solace in each other, they were both broken and dark and twisted at their cores, but were fighting to be like the people they admired.

And then their faces were closer than before, Levi could count her eyelashes around the no longer dewy eyes. Slowly, he tilted his face, waiting for her permission.

He counted the beats, feeling her breath coat over his lips, and then, as he felt that he’d made the wrong move and was about to pull away, he felt her lips press against his.

The weight that he felt lifted from his chest in that moment was indescribable. After everything he’d done, she always understood. Once again, showing that she truly was the better person of the two.

Akame felt a familiar warmth grow in her stomach as Levi’s lips ghosted slowly over hers in the lightest of touches, slowly coaxing her lips apart. Then his tongue was slipping to stroke languidly against her own and a pitiful whine bubbled from her throat.

Immediately she pulled away, turning her head to hide behind her dark hair. She and Levi had been together before, but this was a whole new level. Never before had it felt so intimate, like they were baring their souls to one another, completely immersed in the moment. Levi wasn’t generally a take-it-slow kind of guy, and Akame had always admired and agreed with that tactic, but this was something else entirely. This was proof that no matter what a person says, how they feel doesn’t change in an instant. This was proof that when something is right, it doesn’t matter just how fucked up everything else was.

His thumb caressed her lower lip, giving her a rare small smile as he kissed her again, slowly and deeply as if he had all the time in the world.

Her hands fell on his chest, fisting in his shirt, and then a moment later pulling on in gently yet insistently, telling him exactly what she wanted. Levi fisted his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside and reclaiming her lips, the pressure slowly building as their mouths met more insistently.

He leaned back, pulling her atop him, his hands wandering to her waist and rubbing her thumbs over her hipbones. He groaned underneath her, as he felt her thankful weight press down on him, her warmth encompassing him.

But even as they parted for breath Levi darted back in and latched his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own. Again, he felt her keen, the vibrations against his puckered lips sending heat straight to his lower regions which were steadily hardening for feel of her.

Hooking a leg around her, he rolled them over, looking at her as she now lay below him. Her red eyes were darkened like wine in a familiar lust, her dark hair spread out in a halo, her lips parted and glistening ready for him. She met him halfway, her back arching to press her body against him, inviting his hands to crawl up her back squeezing at her shoulder blades before lifting her shirt off completely.

She had been ready for bed, so there was no bra, which meant that Levi’s path was uninterrupted.

Levi’s lips ducked to press a light kiss to the already forming bruise on her collarbone, before lowering to admire the top of her breasts. Her back arched even more, her hands curling in his hair to guide him lower. He smirked against her skin, lowering agonizingly slowly down, kissing around the perking bud.

“Levi, quit it ahh-” Her admonishment was cut short as his teeth closed around her nipple, sucking in a pulsing rhythm. Her groans only grew louder as he began rolling his hips against her, grinding his heat into her.  

For Levi, every touch of her was like a thankful caress. The past few days he’d expected to never be able to hold her like this again, he’d been tearing through his memories to get a glimpse of what this felt like, because he thought that memories would be all he had left.

But she was here, moaning underneath him as his hands went automatically to their stations, running over her ribs, pressing down on her skin above her hipbones, caressing lower and lower until he heard her frustrated groan.

“Fuck, Levi just –“

He enjoyed cutting off her words. He had to admit, it sent his blood south when he saw her unable to even speak because of what he was doing. His fingers were pressing hard against her folds, his hand stuffed under her clothes and surrounded by her warmth.

His lips surged up, smothering her moans as he kissed her hard, dragging his teeth along her lower lip and sucking hard against it.

Ignoring her whimpers of protest he tore his hand away from her core and fumbled with his remaining clothes, throwing them on the ground and for once not caring where they landed. Hers were soon to follow, his hands leaving searing trails where they’d passed over her skin.

She had scars, of course she did, it was impossible to live in this life and not have them, but Levi ran his calloused fingertips over every single one of them in his fevered touches, thanking god for the inner strength of the girl beneath him.   

He didn’t apologise again, but he didn’t need to. There was a moment as he locked his eyes with hers, as his tip pressed frustratingly against her dripping folds, and he knew that was all the two of them needed. He threw her legs tight around his hips and plunged deep into her, a groan rolling low in his throat as she clenched around him

And Akame, as she always did, grew breathless at the sight of him. It was probably her favourite part of sex, not the climax, not the ways they'd end up in the situation, but the minute he entered her. Every time his expression never failed to tighten the coil in her stomach like nothing else.

It was like he’d forgotten what it felt like to be united with her, so every time she got to see his eyes close in reverence, a curse spat from between his lips, his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed down whatever groans were fighting to come out.

Her admiration came to an end when Levi tossed one of her legs over his shoulder, casually pressing an open mouthed kiss to her calf before ramming back into her. He didn’t rest, and Akame was rolling her hips in time with him, both of their minds searching for solace in the other. The bedsheets were hot between her fingers, giving her no pause from the inferno raging inside her that was gripping her muscles and urging her back to arch higher and higher as their bodies pounding more harshly against one another.

Then Levi was leaning forward, just a touch, just to brace his outstretched hand on the sheets beside her. But it stretched her leg more than she’d been ready for, the new angle taking her completely by surprise as she was so much tighter around him. He felt bigger than before, as if he filled her to the brim and had her bursting at the seams.

Levi’s hair had long since fallen into his eyes, but even that couldn’t hide his dark eyes as he almost blew his load at this new angle. Ramming into her harder, his free hand dove to her clit and rubbed harshly, abusing it the way he knew she craved.

And within seconds she was gone, Levi finishing thankfully a few thrusts after, still thrusting his hips lazily as he came down from his high and noticed that her eyes were still unblinking as tremors continued to run through her.

Finally, she collapsed back to the mattress, her limbs all untangled from Levi just for him to gather her in his arms and tangle them back up. He cheek was pressed against her hair and his thumb was rubbing circles on the skin of her waist, both of them silent as they took breath back into their lungs.

They didn’t say anything else, because they weren’t that type of couple. Theirs was a relationship not many would understand. But it was a relationship that they both needed, and although neither of them would ever admit it, it was a relationship that they both deserved to the end.    

          

Sasuke Uchiha Lemon/Baby Daddy - Unforeseen Wanderings - Request

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 His footfalls were silent, as they had always been. For once, however, he wasn’t hiding, there wasn’t anything he had to hide from now. Everything he did now was just habit, habit from the mess of a life he’d led so far.

                The fourth shinobi war was finally over. People were settling back down in their villages, ready for the prosperous time of peace to wash over them once more. Sasuke thought he would have been grateful for a time like this, but although he was glad the war was over, he wasn’t quite finished yet. There was no way to simply go back to the life he’d had before, he couldn’t just have a house in the Leaf village and live his life there. He’d considered it, had seriously given it thought but it seemed hollow, like something was missing.

                So here he was, touring the world with a new perspective. For once there was no mission, no hidden agenda, for once he could appreciate the beauty of a village. He wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for, just something new, something that would be the line where his new life started. He wanted something that would mark the beginning of his life after the war, something that he could hold onto when times seemed darkest, even if that something was only a memory that would fade with time.

                He’d been travelling a long while now, but currently, he was in Kumogakure. His last visit here hadn’t been on the best terms so even in this time of peace, he kept his wits about him. He had to admit, the Village Hidden by Clouds was breathtaking, the mountain range gave him a sense of comfort, and the mist of clouds gave the place an ethereal, otherworldly look about it. It was fairly cold at this altitude, only further stating its difference from the leaf village. The air was different too; thinner, and somehow purer, untainted.

He allowed himself to walk further into the village, his head down to avoid unwanted attention. He wasn’t afraid, but he wanted to be invisible on this trip. This was his time to find himself again, and he didn’t want any distractions.

                Sunrise came and Sasuke watched from his perch on the cliffs. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever watched a sunrise, or if he had ever done. Already he felt like he was wasting his time but he forced himself to sit still. The world wasn’t at war anymore, he needed to learn to move at a slower pace, to live like everyone else. He took a deep breath to calm himself, to settle the heart that was raring to go. Taking another breath he noticed that something was different. The air that had been clean and pure before was now accompanied by something else. His brow furrowed as he focused on it. Some kind of poison, a gas? Genjutsu?

                “People aren’t usually bored when they watch this sunrise.”

                Sasuke whipped around, his eyes focusing on the girl watching him. She had a soft teasing smile, her green eyes bright and laughing.

                “Mind if I sit with you?” She asked him, seemingly unaffected by his terse nod. Who is she? Did someone send her here?

                “Who do you work for?” He asked, still standing. She had sat down on his ledge, kicking her feet as they dangled over the edge.

                “Currently no one.” She answered, blinking up at him, “what about you?”

                He didn’t answer her question, firing off another one instead, “then why are you here?”

                Damn it what was that smell!

                “I’m travelling, decided it was high time I saw the world and appreciated it for what it was. What about you, what brings you here?”

                He didn’t answer again and kept his eyes trained on her. She laughed under her breath, but it was a sad laugh. Her wavy white hair was illuminated by the sunrise, she brushed at it as strands flew in her face, caught by a stray breeze. “The war really did a number on you didn’t it?” Her voice was soft, like she felt every ounce of his pain and his confusion. Still she kept her eyes fixed on the sunrise, even as he cautiously sat down beside her.

                This is what regular people do. And I can take her out if she turns out to be a spy.

                “I’m Yona.” She said, finally turning and offering her hand to Sasuke.

                He waited a moment, analyzing her warm smile, and looking at the fit of her clothes for concealed weapons. Then, he placed his hand in hers. Her hands were small, much smaller than his, and calloused on her fingertips from years of training or work.

                “I’m Sasuke.” He said, answering one of her questions for the first time.

                Strawberries, it smells like strawberries.

***

                “So how long are you staying here?” She asked. They were walking in the village, well, Sasuke was walking in the village. Yona was following him, walking next to him, talking to him. He wasn’t quite sure why she was doing it but it was enough to put him on edge. Why would she be following him around like this if she wasn’t hired by someone to kill him? He shrugged in answer to her question, looking pointedly away from her but keeping her in his peripheral vision in case she tried anything funny.

                “So you’re wandering too then? What a coincidence. In honour of this occasion I think we should get some breakfast.”

                Sasuke had to stop walking and stare at her, “What are you doing?”

                “Inviting you for breakfast?”

                “Why are you following me?” He needed to know, he couldn’t think of any logical reason for her to be there.

                “I’m not following you, I’m walking with you, there’s a difference.” She cocked her head the tiniest bit to the side, “breakfast?”

                Sasuke followed her into the shop where she began to pour over the options. She was walking with him, side by side, as equals. No wonder he hadn’t recognised it.

***

                “Where do you think you’re going to go next?” She asked him, sipping the tea she was cupping between her hands.

                He shrugged, and she kept chattering on.

                “I was thinking of going to Sand country, and just stop in all the villages along the way.”

                “Hn.” Sasuke grunted, not really listening, but slowly considering what she’d said, “do you know how far that is?”

                She shrugged, “I’ll find my way somehow. I’ve not really got much else planned for the next year anyway.”

                “You’re just going to wander?”

                “Yeah, seems like fun. Wanna come with me?”

                A less dignified version of Sasuke may have spluttered on his own tea, but he somehow managed to swallow calmly. “What if I’m dangerous?” His dark eyes flickered over to hers,

                “Then I’ll just have to knock some sense into you.”

                When the tea was finished, Yona ran off to some ‘important meeting’, and Sasuke returned to the ledge to ponder the strange girl.

                Who was she, really? To be wandering like him, there had to be some kind of backstory, someone she was running from. Honestly, at this point he’d welcome any kind of explanation to satiate his doubting untrusting self.

                He had to find out more about her, about why she was so welcoming. She seemed to know details about the war, had she fought in it, did she know who he was? If so, why on earth would she continue speaking with him, Let alone invite him to travel with her?

                He needed to know more, so there was really only one option when Yona found him there later, still sat on the outcropping of rock.

                “Let’s go.”

***

                “Ah, this is nice isn’t it Sasuke?”

                Yona seemed to have picked up on his reluctance to travel into the larger villages fairly quickly, and so had subtly decided that their travels would consist of visiting the smaller villages, ‘seeing a slice of the real everyday life’ was how she had phrased it. Whatever she was thinking, Sasuke was grateful. He felt more at ease in the outskirts where less people had a chance of recognising him. He needed to come to terms with himself first before he was ready to face everyone else.

                Yona, again, seemed to realise that and didn’t ask him questions about himself. He’d asked about her once but she’d replied “does it matter where I came from? Right now I’m here.” Then she’d smiled that smile at him and he’d almost felt ashamed at prying into her life when she’d granted him such trust. But he was dying to know, any glimpse into her life, he’d take anything.

                Slowly, he felt guilt creep into his gut. What would she think of him if she knew who she was travelling with? She was trusting him when he didn’t deserve it, she deserved to know.

                “I’m a Uchiha.” He said, breaking their silence as they walked. She turned her head in confusion but he was still talking, “I’m originally from the Leaf village but I-”

                She placed her finger on his lips, and stepped closer to him. Only then did Sasuke realise that he’d stopped walking. “I know.”

                What? She knew? How, since when? So many questions ran through his mind but he settled on “why didn’t you say anything?” His lips brushed against the warm skin of her finger, and she slowly dropped her hand to her side.

                One side of her lips pulled up in a small half smile, “because it doesn’t matter.” She turned and kept walking, leaving Sasuke’s mind reeling before he realised she was leaving and ran after her, slowing to her pace when he caught up. She still looked cheerful, as if nothing had changed, and for her maybe it hadn’t. Sasuke, however, was once again feeling like he was missing something. Life couldn’t be that simple, nothing was ever that easy. He’d done things that he had to atone for, he’d made mistakes with devastating consequences, even now he was still running from those in the Leaf who wanted him to come home.

                No, his world had never been that simple, but Yona was one step closer to making it so.

***

                “Sasuke? You ok?”

                Sasuke lurched up, his blankets tumbling around his waist and a kunai grasped tightly in his hand. Yona was at his side, her face calm and tranquil as ever.

                “Hey there, it’s ok. It was just a dream.” The state of his blankets wrapped around his legs told him that he’d been tossing and turning as he was wont to do when memories accursed him while he slept. He was dimly aware of her loosening his grip on his weapon, and then his eyes jerked to her as her fingers traces across his cheekbone. “You’re freezing cold Sasuke.”

                He could feel it, his skin coated with a cold sweat, his bones shivering in a lame attempt to warm him without results. He was well aware of how his gaze must look frantic, of how on edge he was, the cycle of memories still running even in consciousness. One after the other, slamming into him, forcing him to relive the things he’d done, the things he regretted. He could feel them dragging him down, pulling at him, tearing at him-

                Yona pulled him down to her, cradling his head against her chest and calmly stroking his hair. “Go back to sleep Sasuke, I’m watching over you.”      

                Any other time he would have felt like a child, curled up against her side like he was. But now all he could focus on was her steady heartbeat and deep breaths. And even with no knowledge of her actual ability to fight, he fell asleep feeling the safest he could remember.

***

                “You know what I want?”

                “Hm? What would that be?” Sasuke asked, knowing full well that she would continue on whether he asked or not.

                “I want a night in a real bed. I don’t care if it’s small, or cramped, or the most uncomfortable bed in the world. I just want something that’s not the ground.”

                Sasuke chuckled at her complaining, “We could detour to that village to the west? We could get there by nightfall at this rate.”

                She turned to him, beaming. “Really? I was just complaining for the sake of it.” But it was obvious by her excited smile and the way her green eyes were wide and hopeful that this small comfort was something she really wanted.

                Sasuke felt the corner of his lips twitch up, and then he was turning directions to head towards the nearby village. “What are you waiting for?” He called behind him, not looking back at her but knowing that she would soon be scampering after him the same way he had once run after her.

                “What do you mean there’s no rooms?” They were at the last place in the village to book two beds, but their search was apparently in vain.

                “I’m sorry miss, but it’s tourism season, we don’t have two rooms left.” Sasuke’s ears pricked up at this, and he moved from his leaning post on the wall to stand beside Yona.

                “So you have one room left?”

                The man behind the counter nodded, “yes, but it’s only a single bed, it’s a very small room.”

                But it had a bed, and that was good enough. “We’ll take it.”

                They took the key and found their room tucked away in the far corner of the building. The man was right, this room looked more like a converted closet than a bedroom, but Sasuke still saw Yona’s eyes light up at the sight of the bed tucked against the wall and that was good enough for him. The room had a window that looked like it was painted shut, but the pale moonlight filtered through.

                Sasuke unrolled his mat on the ground, taking up the rest of the floor space. Laying down, he saw Yona still stood in the doorway, watching him.

                “What?”

                “You’re a good guy, you know that right?”

                Her random statement startled him, and it was obvious she could tell. “Letting the lady take the bed, it’s quite chivalrous of you.” She laughed, perching on the edge of the bed and testing its softness. She looked at him again, “thank you Sasuke.”

                There was an underlying voice to her words, like there was a hidden double meaning there but Sasuke couldn’t figure it out. Even as she lay on the bed and covered herself with the blanket he was still pondering. She had been the one to initiate everything, in his eyes, he had done nothing worthy of thanks.

                He turned his head to look at her. The light was dim but her hair was as visible as ever, even though her vibrant green eyes were hidden behind smooth eyelids. He felt a stirring in his gut as he looked at her properly, noting for once how pretty she actually was. Usually he was distracted by her words or that ever-present smile, or even the scent of strawberries that seemed to follow her everywhere.

                He closed his eyes but her sleeping face stayed in his mind, and his thoughts were of her as he drifted off to sleep.     

***

               

                Suna wasn’t quite what Yona expected. Originally she’d picked the destination because it was the furthest from where she had been at the time, and it was the trip there that had excited her. Now that they were here, Yona had to admit she was a little disappointed. Sasuke had agreed at the beginning that he would escort her to Suna, they’d never really talked about what would happen once they got here. So although she wanted to look at the sights and the monuments, Sasuke was always by her side, forcing her to return to the fact that she didn’t want him to leave. She was well aware of how her view of him had changed from the day they had embarked together, and knew that it made everything much more complicated, because she’d received no signs from Sasuke that he felt the same, not that he was an easy person to read when he wanted to hide something.

                Sasuke, unknown to her, was having the same dilemma. Now that he’d fulfilled the task she’d asked of him would she expect him to leave? Was he to go back to wandering aimlessly, searching for something. He wasn’t even sure what he’d been looking for, because at that moment there was nothing else he needed.

They were wandering around Suna, avoiding the topic that loomed between them. Sasuke was on edge, this was the biggest village they’d been in and he feared that something was waiting for him, something dangerous. So when he saw a large group of ninja approaching from ahead, he sidestepped quickly and pulled Yona with him into an alleyway.

Listening quietly he heard footsteps quicken into a run, and he knew they’d seen him. Grasping Yona’s hand he ran, ducking in shadows and making random turns, finally pulling her into an abandoned shop. She stumbled into him, and was quickly silenced by the finger he placed on her lips. He didn’t hear anything, but was still cautious. His life had trained him for these kind of scenarios and led by his instincts he pulled Yona further into the store until they were pressed behind the shop counter against the back wall.

This store obviously hadn’t been used in a long time, the mirrors on the wall had a thin layer of dust, but only enough that the reflection was muted. He could still see that Yona was staring at him from behind, and then he became overly conscious that his hand still clasped hers. Quickly he tried to take it back, but her fingers tightened around his, keeping their hands entwined.

Still watching her through the mirror, he saw her free hand reach up slowly and stroke along his jaw, turning his face to her.

“You ok?” She asked, her voice soft.

He glanced towards the door of the shop, then back to her, “I thought I saw…”

“No one’s coming for you.” She said, knowing where his thoughts were, “You’re safe here.” She was quiet for a moment, as if debating what to say next or if she should say it, “safe with me.”

And the hesitant way her eyes met his, how her fingers tightened shyly around his, Sasuke couldn’t help himself from dipping down and pressing his lips lightly to hers. Neither of them moved, touching only at their hands and lips, but feeling a shiver run through their entire bodies.

When Sasuke pulled away, he didn’t move far, and an impish grin was playing on his lips. Yona’s eyes were open wide as her mind raced from the simple touch. But then Sasuke was reclaiming her lips, his hand releasing hers to cup her face, thumbs pressing under her jaw to angle her face up to meet him. He kissed her again, and again, each touch firmer and more confident than the last, until he felt her lips part under him as an invitation. Brazenly, his tongue darted out to touch hers, twirling around it as he felt her respond in kind. His hands locked under her thighs and lifted her onto the counter, more comfortable kissing her now that she was his height.

Yona wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her hands in his hair as if this was a dream and she feared it would disappear at any moment. But this wasn’t a dream, it couldn’t be, there was no way a dream would feel as good as this. A dream wouldn’t be able to replicate the warmth she felt as his body pressed against hers, or the surprising softness of his unyielding lips as they smothered her own, or the burning heat of his hands as they dipped under her shirt and splayed over her lower back.   

   She tightened her legs, bringing their bodies even closer, an excited shock running to her core when she felt a hardness pressing against her. Her hands drifted to his shirt, tugging at the hem and Sasuke jerked it off in seconds, dropping it on the floor beside him. He crushed his body back to hers, and rolled his hips experimentally into her. She wasn’t expecting it, which was probably why she couldn’t stop any of the moan from leaving her lips. Her cheeks blossomed red at the sound, she’d never imagined she was capable of producing such an erotic sound. But Sasuke only grinned and grew harder, continuing to roll their hips together as he felt her growing hotter and hotter, knowing she was getting wetter for him.

Yona felt his hands at her waist and lifted her arms, quickly getting rid of the burdening dress she was wearing, leaving her in just a skimp of cloth covering her core. She met his eyes, and felt another delicious shiver run through her at the fire that was blazing there. She watched his lips part in a thankful sigh as she finally touched him, smoothing her hands over his chest, tracing over his muscles, and then letting her hands dip further south. She was still watching his face, and she saw his adam’s apple bob as her hand slunk into his waistband, grasping at the hardened length underneath. She could feel herself burning as she stroked him, knowing that she had done this to him. He buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting at the skin there. His hands came up and latched onto her breasts, squeezing the flesh and pinching her nipples between his fingers. Every suck, and every twist of his fingers timed with her strokes, and she found herself stroking him harder and faster, feeling him respond.

He was groaning softly against her neck, “Fuck, Yona, stop – I’m gonna-” His hand wrapped around hers, stopping any movement between them. His breathing was laboured and his eyes closed shut, as if it had taken a great deal of effort to stop her.

“You didn’t really seem like you wanted me to stop.” Yona teased, pressing a light kiss against his collarbone, squeezing him lightly in her hand. His hips bucked involuntarily into her, but he just chuckled, leaning forward and nipping at her ear. His breath was hot against her skin, but nothing compared to the words he whispered, “I don’t think we’re anywhere near being finished yet.”

He squeezed her hand, and she couldn’t help but look down and fix her eyes on the sight below her. His hand wrapped around her own, slowly guiding her up and down his shaft, teasing her. His lips nibbled at the shell of her ear, lowering to kiss the skin before asking, “do you?”

She shook her head immediately, even though it was obvious that neither of them had plans of stopping. Sasuke removed her hand from him, almost regretfully, and bent down to pick up his shirt. He lay it on the counter behind Yona, smoothing it out and then moved back to his original place between her thighs. “For later.” He promised, an almost devilish look in his eyes. He hooked his hands in his pants (which had been shoved down to his thighs) and removed the last of his clothing, his eyes locking on the last piece of clothing between the two of them. Yona watched as his hands moved, almost reverently, to smooth over the skin of her thighs, slowly moving upwards. But he didn’t her panties off as she had expected, at the last second his hand ducked to her core and pressed two fingers against her clothed opening.

Sasuke grinned, and Yona blushed knowing that it was the knowledge of how wet she was that made him do so. His two fingers trailed up, brushing against her clit in the journey to the band. “Up.” She followed the command, lifting herself up as he slid the cloth off, and then they were finally both bare to one another.

Yona brought him to her, crushing their lips together as his hand resumed its position, delicately tracing her outer lips, lightly flicking at her hardened clit. It was only when her his began to buck up against him that he relented, sinking his fingers knuckle deep in her and curling them back, his thumb pressing hard in circle motions against her clit. The burning heat in her lower gut was rising, her moans growing louder and louder even as Sasuke smothered them. Her back was arching, breasts pressing against his chest, hands once again fisted in his hair as he dominated her mouth.

“Yona I-” The words caught in his throat but she got the message as his hand was removed and his length pressed against her, coating it in her juices as he slid it along her. Her legs wrapping around his waist was enough of an answer for him, and he sank into her blazing heat, feeling her walls tighten around him.

Yona pulled lightly at his hair, her body readjusting to the intrusion. Not able to stand still any longer Sasuke pushed her back to rest on her hands, leaving her breasts open and vulnerable. His lips fastened around one bud and felt the vibration of a moan in her chest. His tongue flicked and prodded at her, sucking each standing nipple until they glistened with his saliva and each breast was dotted with his marks. Her head was thrown back, the sucking feeling almost relaxing, a drastic contrast to the sharp pleasure she received when Sasuke drew his hips back slowly and hammered them back in. He was fully sheathed within her, she could feel every inch of him. He circled his hips slowly, then repeated the slow draw out and thrust back in. This repeated, and he could feel her breasts jostling against his chest as he briefly claimed her lips once more. “Lie down.” He murmured.

Yona lowered herself to the counter, feeling his shirt beneath her. His scent surrounded her, that familiar sense from their time of travelling together. Who knew that when she stumbled upon him watching that sunset that it would lead to this? His hands clasped around her waist as he straightened up, and his next thrust was accompanied by him pulling her hips down to meet him. She didn’t even try to stop the moan, or the next as he continued thrusting into her. She attempted to move her hips with his but his hands directed her every move, all she could do was lay there and admire the sight above her, and drown in the pleasure he was giving her.

She’d always thought he had the look of a hand-chiseled statue, but he’d never looked so perfect as he did now. Now, with his head tilted back and his lips parted, with his eyes closed and sweat trickling down his temple, he looked perfectly divine.

The raging fire that he had kindled before was back in full force, rising and twisting within her. She found herself throwing her head back and whispering his name like a mantra on her lips, like a plea. Her hands, desperate for anything to ground herself, gripped the other side of the counter above her, and it was the look on Sasuke’s face as he saw her lying beneath him like that, that was what set her coiling insides spasming and tightening around him, was what caused her whisper to become a long drawn out cry. And Sasuke, seeing her unravel beneath him quickened his thrusts, prolonging her pleasure and hastening his own, only too soon falling into her, completely satisfied.

“So, it’s safe to say I’m not leaving anytime soon then.”

***

               

                4 years later, the Rookie 9 stood at the village gates. It was something none of them dared hope for, and all of them, even Naruto, kept silent for fear of jinxing the situation. Scouts had returned earlier that day, they hadn’t even been looking for anything, it had just been a random patrol of the nearby woods. But they knew they had brought back had thrown the Hidden Leaf Village into limbo.

                Sasuke was on his way.

                And he wasn’t alone.  

                The news had set the village on edge, and had rushed the Rookie 9 to the gates to await his arrival.

                Even as the sun wandered higher in the sky, none of them spoke, they barely even dared to move. Not until they all saw the familiar black hair of their once-comrade emerging from the trees. Beside him was a woman, with white hair and striking green eyes. In the woman’s arms was a sleeping toddler.

                Together, the three walked to the gates, stopping short of entering the village. Naruto moved forward in disbelief, his eyes wide and unblinking. “Sasuke?” He questioned, as if the man before him was some form of mirage. His hand landed on the man’s shoulder, and only when he had proof that he was real did Naruto dare to ask, “What are you doing here?”

                Sasuke shuffled awkwardly, glancing at the ground and rubbing the back of his neck. He cast a grateful glance at Yona when she gripped his nervous hand with her own and smiled encouragingly at him. He looked back to Naruto, “I’ve come home.”

                It was safe to say that Naruto was overjoyed that his friend had returned, and for Naruto a celebration meant a trip to Ichiraku ramen, which is where the group ended up. Only then, when everyone had scavenged chairs and was seated together did Sasuke introduce his two companions. “I’d like you all to meet Yona, my wife, and Sarada, our child.”

                It had been pretty obvious what the relations were between the three, but hearing Sasuke say it out loud seemed to hammer the shock home, as eyes darted to Yona’s left hand where her ring lay, to the toddler in her arms, to Sasuke’s black hair that he had undoubtedly passed to his daughter. Congratulations were passed around, but one person couldn’t yet find it in herself to say anything. Sakura moved to sit next to Yona.

                “You must be Sakura,” Yona said, anticipating why the woman had changed seats, “Sasuke’s told me all about you.”

                Sakura was shocked, any words she’d planned to say were lost. “He has?”

                Yona nodded, smiling, “he says you’re an excellent kunoichi, with some of the most talented chakra control he’s ever seen.” Yona paused to brush hair away from Sarada’s eyes. “And he says you are a good friend. From everything he’s told me I must agree, he is lucky to have had someone like you on his team.”

                Sakura blinked quickly, brushing back the faint itching that meant tears were on the way. Quickly changing the topic, she looked at the stirring toddler who was slowly blinking her eyes open. As soon as she saw Sakura she cuddled closer to her mother. Yona laughed, “don’t be shy darling, this is auntie Sakura.”

                Sarada’s big dark eyes blinked slowly at her mother before turning to Sakura, who greeted her. With her chubby little hand, Sarada reached out to run her fingers through Sakura’s pink hair, “pretty.”

                Both women laughed at the child’s actions, and any remaining uncomfortable air between them dissolved.

                “So what’s he like?”

                Yona and Saukra turned to the new voice. Kiba was leaning towards them, his canine eyes mischievous, “what’s Sasuke like as a dad?”

                The question quieted the group, who all looked at Yona for an answer. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her husband’s gaze, and she knew that if he ever blushed he would be doing so now. “He was adorable actually.” She looked fondly at Sasuke whose eyes were clearly begging her to stop her story now to save his manly pride.

                “He was so nervous. He kept running around, picking things up and then putting them back down, he wouldn’t rest for a second. He was constantly cooking in case I wanted any food. You should have seen the amount of time he spent with medical nin, asking every single question he could think of, he’s probably qualified to deliver a baby now.” The group laughed at her tale, but Sasuke was deliberately looking at the ceiling as if he found it to be the most interesting thing around.

                “I was not nervous.” He rebutted, “I was being prepared. There’s a difference.”

                Yona pat his knee affectionately, “of course there is.”

                Sasuke huffed, reaching to take Sarada out of her arms, “I’m finished eating so I’ll hold her.” Yona reached over to get her meal, but Sakura wasn’t watching that. She was watching the way Sasuke held Sarada, breathing in that ‘baby smell’ like he was some old woman. She was watching the way Yona leaned against him when she returned, and the kiss Sasuke placed on her forehead. Lastly, she was watching the slight smile on Sasuke face, and expression she had never seen before. Even though he may have smiled a bit in their times as rookies, he had never looked as content as he did now surrounded by his little family. It was that small smile, probably not even noticeable unless you knew him well, that made her decision for her. Sasuke was finally happy and this woman was the reason, and that was enough to make Sakura welcome her with open arms.

                Sasuke, of course, wasn’t paying attention to any of this. His mind was on the way Yona was chatting with his old teammates, and how she was laughing at Naruto’s over-exaggerated stories and Sakura’s chastising. Holding his little girl, Sasuke bent down and kissed the top of her head, one of his favourite things to do for a very specific reason. Sarada looked a lot like him, and anyone looking at the family would be hard placed to find any of Yona’s features in their child. But perhaps Sasuke’s favourite part of Yona had been passed to their daughter, something like a secret that only he knew, he wasn’t even aware if his wife was aware of it.

                Sarada, like Yona, smelled like strawberries.