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.
