Saturday, 20 December 2014

Levi Ackerman one shot - Just a Little Secret


                “Jean!”
                He looked away from his lunch to glance over his shoulder
                “Brittany?”
                She clambered into the chair beside him, gulping down his water as she caught her breath. The other cadets watched her, they’d seen her hanging around Jean in training camp, but had barely seen her since they all came to the survey corps.
                “Where’ve you been?” Jean asked, sliding his food towards her, it was obvious she needed it. His mother had taken her in when they lived in Trost, and over that time, Jean had formed a bond with the strange girl who used to scavenge in his dumpster.
                “I swear, he hates me.” She said through bites of sandwich.
                The cadets looked at each other warily, “… who?”
                Brittany looked around, then leaned forward and whispered, “Levi.”
                “Oh don’t worry, he hates everyone.”
                “No you don’t understand! I’m constantly doing chores, or running errands, or passing messages, he’s always got jobs for me!”
                “Cadet!”
                Brittany grimaced as she heard the voice. He hadn’t said a name, but she knew he was calling her. She stood, and saluted. “Heichou.”
                “Stables. Now.”
                “Yes sir.” She gave a parting glance to Jean and ran out of the cafeteria. Jean looked at Levi, who had a smirk on his face, as he turned to go back to his office. Brittany was right, he was up to something.

***

                “Brit?” Jean called out warily. It had been hours since the cafeteria and she hadn’t come back. Naturally, he’d come out to look for her, but the stables were dark and the only sound was the occasional whinny of a horse.
                “Where’d she go?” He muttered under his breath, turning to walk back inside. Poor girl had probably been given another job by Levi.

***

                “Hanji!” Jean called. “Have you seen Brittany?”
                “Hmm.” Hanji mused, “she was walking away with Levi a little while ago, why?”
                “Levi keeps giving her shit to do, he made her clean the stables three days ago and I haven’t seen her since-”
                His words broke off as Hanji’s eyes sparkled. “What if they’re having a secret affair?”
                “I really don’t think-”
                “We have to set up surveillance. You find Brittany and follow her, I’ll do the same with Shorty, and then we’ll catch them in the act!”
                Jean sighed, “oh boy.”

***

                “AH HAH! We caught you!” Hanji burst into Levi’s room, Jean trailing cautiously behind her. If this went badly, he’d like Corporal Levi to not recognise that he was there at all.
                Levi looked up at them, eyes narrowing in a glare. “What are you doing?”
                “I- but you- you’re supposed to be kissing Brittany!” Hanji glowered, obviously disappointed.
                Brittany was in the chair in front of Levi’s desk, and seemed to shrink under Hanji’s expectant gaze, Jean felt sorry for her. Levi was never going to let up now.
                “Cadet,” Levi said, “Tell this idiot why you are here.”
                “I er… fell asleep and didn’t finish my chores…” She rubbed the back of her neck. “Corporal was just reprimanding me.”
                “Oh.” Hanji seemed to deflate, trudging out of the room in disappointment.
                The door clicked shut and Levi stood, casually making his way to the chair Brittany sat in. He leaned over, bracing his hand on the top of the chair and his other on the arm. She could feel his angry gaze penetrating her, but looked back at him anyway.
                “I was reprimanding you?”
                She chuckled, “I thought you’d like the idea.”
                Her hand raised up his chest, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. He shivered, her hands were always so cold.
                “The door isn’t locked.” He said, his voice level as if her touch had no effect on his whatsoever.
                Brittany chuckled, knowing exactly what his words meant. Hanji might come back. “Well,” She began, leaning up and lightly kissing the edge of his jaw, “you’d better reprimand me quickly then.”
                Levi growled from the base of his throat, turning his head sharply and pressing his mouth hungrily against hers.
                Damn Cadet.

*** Extended ending ***

                “Jean!” Hanji whispered.
                He didn’t look up from his sitting position in the hallway outside Levi’s office. Hanji had refused to leave until she got her evidence, and had been stood with her ear to the door for the last ten minutes. She’d laughed when he asked why they were staying, “Like I’d give up that easily!”  
                “Can we go now?” He drawled, because of course he had been pulled into her experiment and been threatened with lab work if he left.
                She waved her hand at him to quiet down as her grin stretched across her face in a way that unnerved Jean. They waited another minute, and then her hand waved again, but a different wave, a ‘come here’ wave.
                Sighing, he heaved himself from the ground and slouched over to the door, pressing his ear against it. “I don’t hear anythi-” And then he heard it, a small gasp. One of those gasps that was pulled from a lovers lips.
                “That’s it, I’m done.” He said, stalking away from the door and trying to scourge his mind of the mental images it had conjured.
                “Jean!” Hanji hissed, motioning that he should re-join her at the door.
                “No! You’re such a perv Hanji!” He could feel the tips of his ears turning red as he stalked away. Hanji watched him go, and then shrugged, putting her ear back to the door. After all, every experiment needed evidence.


Sunday, 7 December 2014

Jean Kirstein one shot - Let me Tighten those for You



                It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it herself, not at all. Kim was strong, independent, and capable. It was just that she’d injured her fingers in training, and now… well it was just hard to get along like this.
                She was running late, and the faster she tried to finish the more she messed up.
                “Hey Kim! Kim where are you!”
                She grit her teeth, just what she needed.
                She heard the click of the handle turning and the door opened, Jean standing in the open doorway. Kim refused to look up, knowing he was laughing at her.
                He leaned against the doorframe, “having trouble?”
                “Go away Kirstein.”
                “You were supposed to meet up with us 15 minutes ago. Everyone’s wondering where you are.”
                “Well tell them to start training without me then!” She growled at him.
                Continuing to ignore him she turned back to her task but her fumbling fingers weren’t getting anything done.
                “How did you dress yourself all these years? Does Eren do it for you?”
                “It’s just these stupid straps! Why do they need so many buckles!?”
                Jean chuckled, pushing off from the door and lazily walked over to her. He admired the focus she put into ignoring him, but she wouldn’t for much longer.
                Her eyes snapped to his when his fingers pulled at the strap on her chest, buckling it into place.
                “Tight enough?”
                “Get lost.”
                “Are you sure? You obviously can’t do it by yourself.” He snickered, his hands drifting down to pull at the straps on her hips, he hooked a finger underneath and pulled on them, forcing her to stumble and press her body lightly against his.
                “You’re a sick-”
                “Just checking they’re tight enough.” He said lightly.
                She was furious that she was in this predicament, and of course it had to be Jean to find her. Shameless, flirting Jean. Dedicated, hardworking, reliable- she shook her head. Now was not a time for thoughts like that. Not when he was smirking at her like that, not when there were only 4 buckles left.
                He didn’t look away, seemingly unaffected by the rage emanating from the girl before him. His hands reached for the lower buckle on her left thigh, she flinched back, jaw tightening. He ignored it, reaching for the strap again and grinning when she didn’t move away. He lifted his hand to deal with the buckle on her upper thigh and that was when she looked away, trying to think of something other than how his deft fingers were so close to her core.
                I’ll get him back for this. When my hands are better I’ll beat him to a pulp and serve him to Corporal Levi for breakfast.
                “How did you get this one so tangled?” He asked as he lowered to his knees. There was a sly edge to his voice, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. He could tell in the way her hands were balled into fists, eyes were narrowed, and her breathing was just barely uneven. Most people would think she was angry, and of course she was, but there was something delicious lurking underneath that anger. He focused on untangling the final strap, his hands resting at the very top of her thigh.
                And when Kim couldn’t hold her breath anymore he stood up, “All done.” That shit-eating grin was back on his face as he stepped close once again. “Just gotta make sure they’re tight enough…” He murmured, his hands running along the lengths of thin leather, following them around to her back, and then down until he was cupping her butt, pressing him against her.
                “I think the others will have gone along by now.” He said.
                And Kim was frustrated, she was done with teasing touches and sneaking glances. Her hands fisted in his hair as she pulled him down to crash his lips onto hers. Immediately his mouth was moving roughly along with hers, nipping and sucking, his hands tightening around her waist.
                “You’d better get these off-” She growled between breathless kisses, “a lot faster than you put them on.”     

                He grinned, “oh don’t worry, I will.”