Levi Ackerman lemon - A Lost and Lonely Love

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                Shannon raced through the hallways, ignoring the stab of her still injured ribs. Soldiers hastily jumped out of her way, they knew where she was going. She rounded a corner and stopped in front of a simple, unmarked door. A door that everyone knew, a door that was treated with great respect. But she didn’t have time for that. She pounded the side of her fist against the wood, “Levi, Levi it’s me. Let me in.”

                There was no sound of movement beyond the door and her fingers fumbled to fish out the right key and turn the lock. Her heart broke as she saw beyond the door. She quietly closed it behind her and locked it, and then looked back to the man. He was sat on the edge of the bed, body hunched over as the unimaginable weight pushed down on his shoulders. His head lifted to meet her heartbroken gaze. The clash of iron and fury in his eyes had shattered, and a lost and lonely boy looked back at her. Not being able to stop herself, Shannon rushed to the bed and clambered behind Levi. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her cheek against his back. “Oh Levi.” She breathed out, “I’m so sorry.”

                She felt his body tense at her words, remembering the faces of his friends. Stern and serious Gunther with his strange pointed haircut. Clumsy but outspoken Olou who always tried to emulate his Captain. Blunt and serious Eld who knew what it meant to be a great soldier. And dear, sweet, kind Petra who had watched out for him. All of them, gone. He hadn’t been around to save them.

                “What kind of Captain am I,” he asked, “if I can’t save my own friends?”

                Shannon turned Levi to look at her, “don’t you dare Levi. They died for the cause they believe in.”

                “I should have been there.” He said, refusing to meet her eyes.

                “You never know what’s going to happen,” She said, echoing the words he had said so often, “honour their memories with your strength, and fight for them.” She forced his head up and leaned her forehead against his, “remember them.”

                At her words, he crumbled. Every wall, every barrier, they all came crashing down in a wave around them. He clutched at her, pulling her body to his and engulfed her in an embrace. She slowly ran her fingers through his hair, humming a soft lullaby as one would to a child. Levi needed her, more than he needed anything else. She was what he held onto when everything else faded away, she was always there, always there for him.

                “Don’t die.” He murmured.

                “I promise.” She whispered back.

                She felt his head tilt until his lips pressed softly against her own. Their movements were slow and exaggerated. He was unsure of himself, unsure of who was left, unsure of the blame and guilt he felt. Again and again their lips met in the fluttering of wings, and the soft breeze of summer. He felt the emptiness leave him, a faint pinprick of warmth radiated inside him, scattering the darkness that ebbed in his mind.

                He slowly pushed her back into the mattress, and she went willingly. Levi needed something hold onto, something to ground himself, and she would play that part.

                Their movements were unhurried, fingers brushed skin as clothes were removed, flesh met flesh as they clung to each other. Her fingers linked loosely behind his shoulders as he rolled above her, careful not to press on the still injured soldier. Their lips met again, Levi dipping to her, revelling in the warmth they gave each other. His hands caught at her waist and sunk himself into her heat, the rest of their bodies colliding as she arched her back in pleasure.

                The pace was slow, at first, As Levi lost himself in the love and trust for the woman beneath him. She rolled her hips against his, a knot building and tightening in her stomach. He released her lips, and shivered at the dangerously erotic, breathy moans that he had previously muffled.

                “Levi, Levi.” He buried himself in her neck, his breath harsh as he felt her tightening around him. Her hands splayed out on his back, pushing down on him as she tried to control the rising climax within her. She could feel him twitching, and knew that he was close, just as close as she was. He kept thrusting into her, as if he could lose himself there, forget the pain and sadness he dealt with and just be content in the warm protection she offered.

                “Let go, Levi.” She managed to whisper, before her throat closed and her eyes clouded over. He couldn’t stop himself as he released into her, feeling her clamp down on him as her muscles continued to spasm in ecstasy. When the moment ended and the woman relaxed in his arms, he rolled to lay beside her, pulling her close to his side. Lips pressed softly to his shoulder, before she whispered, “I love you,” and let exhaustion pull her under.

                He tightened his arms around her and buried his face against her. She was still here, still stood by him. As long as she was there, he would fight to protect her, and come home to her.  

                “I love you too.”