Saturday, 16 August 2014

Levi Ackerman Lemon - Phantom Justice

Another one?! I know, I put a Levi lemon up barely two hours ago, but I found another picture and couldn't stop myself! :P
Here's to Levi! Humanities Sexiest soldier! oh no... ! feel like that's another prompt... here we go again!
read, comment and enjoy!
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                If there was one thing you loved, it was Levi’s face in the morning. Before he woke up and his face settled into its scowl, before his eyes opened and they pierced you with anger, before his lips parted and various insults went flying. You loved him, with all his faults, but you couldn’t help love him like this. Calm, serene, youthful. This was the Levi you would have known if the Titan’s never existed. Thinking that, you frowned. Would you love him the same then? If those angry eyes didn't lighten when he saw you. If he didn’t curse in that low furious voice before throwing you into the sheets. If he didn’t look to you for comfort when everything else had gone wrong. Would you still love him, if he wasn’t your Levi?
                There was a certain warmth you took when you realised that Levi loved you. You were nothing special, a soldier, just like all the others. But out of all of them, through genius Hanji, protégé Mikasa, beautiful Christa and caring Petra, Levi had seen you. What was that saying?
                Nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone.
                Looking at him, you couldn’t help remember how you ended up in this bed. Remembering that, you couldn’t help the pool of desire that settled itself at your core. Levi was a light sleeper, so you had to be careful, but he had been working so hard lately that you were loath to wake him. Laying on your back, your hand drifted over your chest, light touches and flicks that hardened your nipples to standing peaks. You rolled them between your fingers, closing your eyes to see Levi’s smirking face from the night before. Your fingers echoed his, and a faint breath passed your lips that whispered your lover’s name.
                Your free hand ghosted down your body, past your ribs and hipbones, until they dipped tantalizingly at your core. They flinched back as you bit your lip to stop the cry that would have woken the man next to you.
                There was something deliciously erotic about this whole situation, about touching yourself as your lover lay beside you, unaware that you were imagining him. Picturing him hovering beside you, as his fingers rubbed your outer lips. Your fingers pinched the small bundle of nerves, feeling it harden as it pressed between your nimble fingers. Your back arched and you stopped yourself again. This was torment, staying quiet and still weren’t you specialties, especially when your mind was swimming in delectable images of Levi pleasuring you. You slowed your breathing until it was quiet, and then you let your fingers dip into you. Your teeth pulled harshly on your lower lip to prevent the moans as your own fingers curled inside you, twisting and pressing. As your fingers moved faster, you barely noticed the cries leaving your throat, barely registered the name of your lover floating in the air. You were too busy flying in a haze of ecstasy to recognise the hand slithering past your thighs as it encased you own.
                Your eyes flew open as you saw a very awake, and very aroused Levi hovered beside you. His hand lay on top of yours, pressing down harder and making you cry out. “Ah, Levi!”
                His fingers joined yours, and he made a pace that outstripped yours and left you gasping. He guided your fingers into you, stretching you and pushing you to a bliss that you couldn’t reach on your own He pressed a soft, amused kiss to your collarbone before his tongue leisurely stretched out and wrapped around your free nipple.
                “Oh God!” You back arched, craving more attention which he gladly gave you. He sucked at you, pulling at your nipples like a new-born as he continued to dominate you. You had surrendered completely, giving him everything you were. In return, he took you to the peak of bliss, the pinnacle of ecstasy and pushed you from the top, watching you as you unravelled. Your gaze only then the noticed movement of his other hand. Wrapped around his stiff cock, he roughly jerked and pulled at himself, dragging him down to the river of passion you were sinking in. He had woken up to the sight of his gorgeous lover crying his name in a broken voice. He had seen your nimble fingers curling into your heat, pulling at your nipples. He had seen your lips parted and your eyes unseeing as you imagined him above you. His name hung in the air, cried in your complete and utter need for him to rush you to release. He could only appreciate the sight for a moment before he dived in to join you.
                His fingers moved faster now, his tongue thrummed against you, and then, as you were on the brink of the chasm, he pulled you back, completely stopping his movements. You opened your eyes and let out an indignant cry, a cry that merged out of control when he sheathed himself inside you. You fell from that chasm, and kept falling as he thrust into you with rough, calculated thrusts. He could feel you orgasm at it clutched at his cock, threatening to pull him under but he resisted. He would watch this time, as he built you up. He fastened your wrists above your head in his iron grip, giving you a scalding look that said, this orgasm belongs to me. Only he had the power to make you tumble in the fiery throws of ecstasy. He thrusts hard, circling his hips and slamming back into you before you could recover. Your cries are loud, begging for release, a release he is only too happy to give.
                His eyes swam with vibrant colours and all he could see is you as he groans and slams himself to his climax. His lips bury in your neck as he bucks himself into you, drawing out the zinging pleasure that runs throughout you both. You meets his insistent lips with your own and apologise, though you know he was perfectly ok waking up like this, “sorry I woke you up.”
                He growled against your lips, “That was so sexy.” His lips moved against yours, clashing and fighting in a primal need that still captured his body.
                The mere thought of you as you pleasured yourself for him sent his blood rushing, and you felt the hardening on your stomach. Wetness pooled as you thought of his hardened cock taking you again, and you crashed your lips with his.
                Sure, maybe a kind and gentle Levi would be a nice sight to see. A Levi that had never fought Titans, who grew up as a normal person should, but damn it all if you were about to give up the ruthless, callous man above you. You would take this Levi any day, but your mind was pulled back to the present as his eyes gleamed, and you knew that he wasn’t done taking you.


    

Levi Ackerman lemon - A Lost and Lonely Love

found this picture, had to write something!
Read comment Enjoy!
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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.”         

   

Levi Ackerman one shot - The Trouble with Ignorance

So my first Levi one shot, I feel like I'll be writing more for him, so if this one isn't up to standards just keep your eyes out. I really tried to capture Levi's personality in this one, because he's such a complicated, dimensional character.
So read, comment, and enjoy!
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                Your name was Lina. You were new to the Scouts, you had originally joined the Rose garrison as a guardian of the wall, but that hadn’t turned out too well. You discovered that you didn’t sit well with walls, rules, hypocrites. You talked back to your commanders, and your comments were always true which only infuriated them more. In the end, the garrison did something unprecedented, they shipped you off to the Scouts.
                Everyone here was nice enough, you’d only arrived that morning. You’d met Commander Ervin who only seemed amused at your account of the move. Hanji was… eccentric, but friendly. She offered you a tour of the lab which you were going to take her up on. She seemed surprised, but ecstatically so. Christa and Ymir were strange, in each other’s confidence to a point where you doubted there was anything that could separate them. The same was with Mikasa, Eren, and Armin. Armin was a nice enough kid, you weren’t sure he had enough guts to survive out here, but his brain was fantastic.
                The other cadets had milled around you, pussy-footing their way by until you got up and punched one in the face. After that, the ice was completely broken and you all got along famously. Somehow, you had no idea how it came to this, all of you were sat in a room playing the old fashioned truth or dare.
                “Lina! Truth or dare?” Eren asked. You pondered for a second before answering, “Dare.” Truths were boring, you wanted a little fun. Besides, what better way to fit in with your comrades than to make a complete fool of yourself?
                Eren smiled, “what about…”
                “Eren!” Another one yelled out, you tried to remember his name… John? Jim? Jean, that was it.
                “She’s new.” He said, an evil smirk sliding onto his face. A second later, most of the other people shared the same face. “If I may?” Jean asked Eren, and when he got the gesture to continue, Jean turned to you, “You have to steal Captain Levi’s cravat.”  
                A hushed silence fell over the room, everyone stared at you. “What?” you asked, a curious grin on your face, “is this Captain Levi some huge giant who’s going to rip me to pieces.”
                One of them snickered before Jean elbowed him, “definitely not.”
                You were still apprehensive, but grinning, “Am I going to get court marshalled for this?”
                “Only if you get caught.” Ymir said. She seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly, they all did. Ok, if this is how they wanted to play it, you’d bite. “Ok, I’ll do it. Where is he?”
                They were silent for a second as they realised that you’d called their bluff. “N-no Lina. You really don’t have to.” Jean said, his face turning closer to panic for a brief second. “It was just a joke, you haven’t met Levi yet.”
                “No.” You countered, enjoying yourself at the worried expressions, “you dared me, so I’ll do it. If you don’t tell me where he is then I’ll just have to go find him myself.”
                In the end, they hadn’t known where Captain Levi would be, so you left them to find him. You figured you’d start with squad-leader Hanji. You knew where her lab was at least, it was worth a shot. “Squad-leader Hanji?” You called, “Hanji? It’s me, Lina.” Your voice echoed through the room, and you saw a spatter of movement before the woman was in front of you.
                “You’re back already? It’s so exciting that you’re so interested in my experiments!”
                “No wait Hanji,” You said, stopping her before she could get too far off track. She turned to you with a confused look on her face, “I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of a, what was his name… god I’m awful with names…” You tapped your foot as you racked your brain. You gave up and asked on a whim, “is there a guy around here who wears a cravat?”
                Hanji’s face stretched into an untrustworthy grin, “Oh you mean Captain Levi?”
                “Yes!” You said, thankful that she had understood. “Could you point me in his general direction?”
                Hanji’s grin grew wider, “why?” she drawled.
                Her narrowed cat eyes were beginning to make you nervous but you stilled your resolve. “I have to take his cravat.”
                She paused for a second, then her grin turned manic, “Excellent. He’s this way, come on.” She grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the cafeteria. “The captain’s and the commander should be starting to eat around now, I should be there myself, it’s a good thing you came and got me.” She grinned. She was bubbling with excitement, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were out of the loop somehow, who was this Captain Levi?
                “Squad-leader Hanji, present.” Hanji said, saluting at the door to the cafeteria. “And Cadet Lina.” She added, pulling you into the doorway. Unsure, you copied the salute. Everyone was staring at you, why were they all staring at you? You wished Hanji wasn’t blocking the exit to the door…. She pushed you forward and walked beside you. “I thought Lina should join us, she doesn’t know the Captain’s as well as the other cadets, I thought she could use this time to bond with everyone.” Hanji sounded cheery, and in other circumstances you would have thought she was just being nice. But you knew, you knew from the way her eyes kept darting to you that she was planning something. She grabbed your food before you had a chance and you trailed after her.
                “This is Captain Mike.” She said, as she walked past him.
                “Er… Hello.” You said quickly, giving a brief nervous wave before hurrying to catch up with Hanji.
                Hanji dropped your food onto a table and sat down, giving you no choice but to sit beside her. She continued to chatter on about different people you hadn’t met yet, giving you the opportunity to look at the person she had sat you opposite from. His build was slighter than the others, but still probably as muscled. His eyes were focused, his face set in a scowl. It was then you noticed the cravat. Oh no…. “And this is Captain Levi.” Hanji finished cheerily as she dug into her food, casting a sly glance at you from the corner of her eye.
                “It’s nice to meet you Captain.” You said, pressing your fist to your heart in salute. He said nothing and continued eating. Naturally, this stepped on your fuse, the same fuse that got you ‘transferred’ from the Rose.
                “Hey, I was trying to be nice, the least you could give me is a nod.” The room was silent as he raised burning eyes to you, but at this point, you didn’t care. In your opinion, first opinions matter. They matter a lot. You were going to show this Captain Levi that you were no one to treat like dirt, and you were going to start now.
                “Glare at me all you want, someone looking at me doesn’t exactly scare me.” You said, your eyes biting back at his.
                “What’s she doing?” Someone whispered to Hanji.
                “She’s from the mountain towns, she’s never seen or heard of him before.” Hanji whispered back, glee in her voice.
                “So I’ve never heard of you, I suppose you’re some big shot who’s killed a load of Titans.” You said, your voice only getting bolder, “That doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve respect. I am a human being and I would die to protect my comrades, Captain. I know it’s not much, I haven’t made my mark on the world yet like you obviously have, but I think I at least deserve a hello!”
                You fell silent, your point being made. You watched him for response but when you received none you scoffed and turned to leave. You were halfway to the door when you heard his voice.
                “You think you can just insult me and walk away?” His voice was angry, very angry.
                “I see why they kicked her to us instead of keeping her in the Rose.” Hanji whispered, her eyes still alight.
                “I will see your blood against the wall by the time we are through!” He roared, and you could hear fast footfalls heading your way. You calmed yourself and listened, hearing them get louder until you dropped to the ground to avoid the kick aimed at your head. You sprang back to your feet, narrowly avoiding the punch, then ducking the elbow. You let your mind go and fought on instinct, the way you were taught in the mountains. Levi’s attacks only grew faster and harder to dodge as he grew angrier and angrier. He managed to land a few, you managed to dodge a few, but most of them skimmed by their intended target, allowing you to keep up. You deflected his hits to less important parts of your body, they had less impact and you didn’t have to move as much to dodge. You backed up, and with a brief glance behind you, you threw yourself backwards and then pushed yourself forwards off the wall. You launched over Levi and almost lost balance when you landed on a table you weren’t expecting. Levi turned and obviously wasn’t expecting the table either. You used his brief confusion to drop to your knees and let your fist fly to a solid collision with his nose. You brought back your fist but he didn’t move, his face stayed to the side with his hair shading his eyes.
                You hopped down from the table and through the adrenaline you noticed the cravat had come loose. With quick fingers you snatched it and stuffed it in your pocket before anyone could notice what you were up to. Then, you raised your fist to your heart and bowed to Levi.
                “A worthy opponent, thank you for the fight.” You bowed to the other people in the cafeteria who stared dumbstruck at you, “I apologise for interrupting your meal. I will accept the punishment handed to me for my actions.” With that you walked from the cafeteria and as soon as you were sure they couldn’t hear your footsteps anymore, you raced back to the dorm.
                “Lina, where’d you go-oh my god what happened to you?” Jean screeched. Looking down you saw you were a mess. Your uniform was crumpled, your hair was falling out of your ponytail in places, and you could feel a cut on your cheek dribbling blood down your face. Nevertheless, you grinned like a fool and waved the cravat. “I got it.” You said, laughing at the looks on their faces. Looking at it again, you noticed several specks of blood on it, and decided on a plan of action.
                “Later guys, I’m heading off to bed.” You said with a wave to the other cadets you left the room.
                The next day you knocked on the door to Captain Levi’s office. “Come in.” you heard, and before you could doubt yourself, you did. His eyes froze when he saw it was you. His eyes flicked over you, from the way your hair was pulled back showing a dark bruise spreading back into your hairline. The way your chin was held high, ignoring the blue and purple patch that coated half of your jaw and stretched down to slowly fade on your neck. Your hand was held in a salute over your fist and he could see the split red skin of your knuckles, and the spattering of bruises that coated your forearm where you had blocked his punches the day before. You were a good fighter, and had diverted his attacks from their intended targets, but you had paid a price for it.
                “Please sir, I’ve come to make amends, I know I was out of line. It’s true that my temper has always gotten the better of me, and I know you’re not the awful person I made you sound like yesterday, you can’t be if everyone looks up to you as much as they do. But sir you have to understand why I was so insulted.”
                He didn’t look away from you for a second. “Go on.”
                You gulped, he was giving you a chance to speak, this was good. “Well sir, it’s pretty much like I said yesterday, I would die for you, I would die for anyone here. It’s my duty as a soldier to give my life for my comrades and I promise you, I will do that to the end, our lives are lived out on a battlefield, and there, we’re all just people. Some might be better fighters than others, some might be better strategists, but we’re all just people. We are all equal when we’re fighting titans. And if that’s the case sir, then why should I treat people differently when we’re not fighting? If they are willing to give their life for me, then shouldn’t I respect that person? Don’t they deserve that?” You looked at him and sighed, “I deserve that captain. If I am going to die for you, I deserve a hello.”
                He didn’t move, and then you reached into your pocket in a last ditch effort to make things right. “I noticed yesterday that every part of your uniform was, well, pretty much perfect. In the jump I must have bled on your cravat, so I took it and washed the blood out of it.” You held it out to him, “good as new.” You said hopefully, with a hesitant smile.
                He took the peace offering, “the corners are crumpled.” He said nothing else but you knew you were saved, he had accepted your apology. “Anything else?” He barked.
                “No sir.” You said, and with a hurried salute you left his office.
                “How’d it go?” You jumped, putting a hand to your heart to slow its racing. “Squad-leader Hanji, you almost scared me to death. And I think it’s ok, he only seemed mostly angry, not entirely angry like yesterday.”
                Hanji laughed, “You’re lucky you escaped with your life after the stunt you pulled yesterday. You’re a good fighter, very fast.”
                “You have to be in the mountains, we don’t have any garrison stations up there.”
                “You’re kidding right?” Hanji looked at you. “I know they’re small villages, but the city doesn’t give you any protection from Titans?”
                You shook you head, “we fight them ourselves. Luckily the 15 metre and taller don’t seem to like it in the mountains, but the others, we deal with them or we die.”
                “Why don’t you just move into the city?” A voice came from behind you. You stopped walking and turned to Levi. “Because that’s the only place to mine the metal for the Titan fighting blades.” You said calmly, catching the fraction of a second where his mask broke and innocent confusion took its place. He began to walk away and Hanji’s expression clearly said to not push your luck but you called out anyway, “Captain Levi, may I spar with you after dinner?” His eyes flashed back to you, and he continued walking until you thought you had imagined it. Just when you gave up his voice called through the hallway, “don’t be late.”
                After dinner you raced towards the training ground to meet with Levi. He was already there, as you expected.
                You saluted, “thank you for agreeing to spar with me sir.” He waved his hand, “just hurry up.” You assumed fighting position and then dropped it when he flew away.
                “We’re sparring with our 3DMG?” you asked.
                “Obviously.” He said, flying down at you. You barely had time to whip out your blades and block him, and then he darted away. Hesitantly you joined him in the air and he seemed to notice your nervousness.
                “You… you can use the manoeuvre gear right?” He asked, slightly shocked. From your skill with fighting yesterday he just assumed you would be good at this.
                “Not really sir, when I was back in my village I fought a military guardsman of the Kingsguard, so they threw me in the training camp to ‘teach me a lesson’, but it was already half over, I never really grasped the basics of the gear sir.” You said, fearing how he would respond.
                “You said you fought Titan’s in your village.”
                “Well yeah, but it’s not like the city’s going to give us all manoeuvre gear, that’s a lot of money to waste on a small mountain village. We’ve got enough trees up there that if we climb high enough we can jump down on the Titans when they pass us.”
                “And if they see you?” Levi prodded, still astounded that the city was treating her village this way.
                “Well we either jump out of the tree or die, sir.”
                “And if you failed, if your village was overrun?”
                You didn’t understand the point he was trying to make, “well I suppose the villagers would all be eaten, and there’d be no one to mine the metal for the swords.”
                “So you’re telling me, that the one weapon we have to fight the titans is mined in a village where people are supposed to jump from trees to kill Titans? Do they even give you swords?”
                “No, all refined metal is kept in the city, we use sharpened rocks from the mine and just kind of, hack into the Titan’s neck until they die. It’s not that bad once you get the hang of it, like I said before, the bigger ones stay out of the mountains.” You were unsure why Levi was asking these questions, and unsure why he looked angrier than usual. You hadn’t said anything to anger him, had you?
                Levi’s mind was racing. The swords were the only think they had to kill the Titans, and now he discovers that the only thing protecting the source of the swords is a bunch of untrained villagers jumping from trees with rocks. How could the city treat the village this way? And then his thoughts turned to you, you had been dumped in training camp and told to survive, how had they let you graduate without making sure you were proficient with MG? And then after all this, you try to fight back, to speak frankly with your commanding officers in the Rose garrison and you get shipped to the Scouts. He understood now why you were so adamant to get his respect, because after everything you’d been through, you had sacrificed for people who treated you like you were nothing, when in fact you had been fighting Titans with nothing but a rock in your hand, just so they could have proper working Titan-killing swords. Frankly, the whole thing was disgusting.
                “Levi?” Your voice snapped him out of his revere. You jolted at the murderous expression on his face and hurriedly corrected yourself, “Captain Levi, sir. I didn’t mean any disrespect sir, I was just worried sir, Captain, Lance Corporal Sir.”    
                He motioned that you should quit your babbling and you shut up immediately. He lowered himself to the ground and you followed.
                “Sir-?” You began when he spoke over you.
                “You want your body to be balanced, you want to be able to hang in mid-air without any stress that you’re going to fall. It needs to be second nature, in a fight you’ll have bigger things to worry about.” He lifted himself slightly off the ground, and you did the same, “I saw you doing this minutes ago so I know you can do it, but you’ve got to catch up to the others. They’ve had a whole year ahead of you, you need to build up the core muscle strength to keep this up for an extended period of time.” Your heart melted a touch as you realised what he was doing. He was teaching you how to use the 3DMG from the very beginning.
                You thought originally that the tutoring was a nice gesture, and would be a good way for you and Levi to erase any final bad blood between you two, but you never figured it would be so exhausting. You collapsed on your bed every night, barely saying a word in passing to your fellow cadets. Every morning you rose before the sun, dressed, and ran laps as a warm up. When the sun rose, Levi would show up and drill you with a new exercise. You’re entire life was consumed with Levi’s teachings, and you had to admit, you didn’t mind. You used to think he was just a miserable bastard, but now you saw he was just brazenly honest, and you appreciated that. Before you knew it, you trusted Levi completely simply because he had never lied to you.
                You hung in mid-air with Levi hanging opposite you barely two feet away. You were nervous, he was so close to just be hanging there. You watched as the wind swayed him, his hair fluttered and his eyes were sharp and focused. Everything was silent, and then he attacked you. He didn’t use his MG as anything more than to hold him up, his position stayed the same as he sent a flurry of punches and kicks at you. Naturally, you ended up upside down.
                “Ah, Levi!” You yelled, only slightly embarrassed that you had failed compared to the mortification you felt when you realised that you were bent over and your ass was pointing directly at his very-close-face.
                “Get yourself upright!” He barked, and somehow you managed it. You barely got a breath in before he was at it again, this time you blocked them. His attacks weren’t overly powerful, they just got you moving, got you used to attacking and defending while being suspended and maintaining you balance. Unfortunately, they technique was harder to master than it was to understand.
                “Get yourself upright!”
                You did so and then stopped him as he was about to attack again, “just explain to me what I should be doing!” You were frantic, it was so hard to get yourself back up when you were hanging upside down, and you didn’t want it to happen again.
                Levi paused before pressing his fingertips to your abdomen. Your stomach fluttered and you prayed he didn’t feel it. It wasn’t that you had a thing for him, it’s just really personal to touch someone’s stomach… right? “Tense here, always tense here. This is your disadvantage, in your village you focused on arm strength above all others to climb those stupid trees. In training camp your focus is on your core. You need to develop it more.” He thrust his palm flat on your stomach and your body involuntarily tensed more than you thought possible. He pushed harder and you tensed more to stop yourself falling backwards.
                “That’s it, now let’s go again!”
                That night when you collapsed onto your bed your friends sat around you.
                “I hate you Jean, this is all your fault.” You mumbled, “You and your stupid dare.”
                He chuckled, “how was I supposed to know this would happen?”
                You groaned, “My whole body hurts.”
                “Yeah, you look like a walking piece of mould.”
                “Jean!” Christa scolded.
                “He’s right!” you wailed, going along with it, “I’m blue and purple and yellow all over!”
                “Do these bruises ever go away?” Ymir mused, poking the one on your forehead. You had gotten that one in your first fight with Levi over a month ago.
                “No! It takes forever!”
                “Downfalls of being raised in the mountains and never seeing the sun.” Jean muttered. He pat your forearm in parting, grinning at the groan you made.
                Eventually your bed was free of visitors, until Hanji burst in. “How’s training going with Levi?” she sang.
                “Fantastic.” You grumbled, grinning after.
                “You’re coming along so well.”
                “How would you know? You’re always in your lab.”
                “Levi was giving a report on your progress to Commander Irvin. But I’ve gotta say, Levi’s really taken a shine to you!” Ignoring your confused look she continued, “I never could have guessed it, considering how the two of you started, but now you’re pretty much inseparable! I haven’t seen Levi this tolerable of anyone since… ever! I think he likes you!”
                “Go dream on your own bed Hanji,” you said, “He’s making sure I don’t die.”
                “Is that denial I hear? Oh my god you have a crush on him too! This is too adorable! There’s going to be little baby Levi’s running around before I know it! Levi and Lina! What should I call you? Lena? No that sounds exactly like your name, it’ll have to be Livi.” she was pleased for about a second until she realised, “no that sounds exactly like his name! You’ll just have to be Linavi. It’s not the best nickname but since your names are so similar-”
                “Woah there Hanji, first off, Levi and I are not a couple. Second, we are not having babies. Third, you can never, ever, call me or him Linavi.” You glared at her to get your point across, but she just burst out laughing.
                “You’re so cute! You’re trying to defend him! You really do like him!” She squealed. Christa ran in the room with Ymir at her heels. “You have a crush on Levi? That’s adorable!”
                You collapsed back on your bed, this was just perfect.
                The next morning you woke as usual, and were putting your boots on when Hanji burst into the room. “Lina, come on, some villagers are in trouble, Commander’s asked us to join the rescue party.” You nodded and burst into action. You thought about going to tell Levi but then obviously, he would already know. You swung yourself up onto your horse and joined the rest of the group, Levi among them.
                As soon as he saw you he stopped whatever he was saying to the Commander. “What are you doing here? You’re not proficient with the 3DMG yet.”
                “I was told to come here.” You said.
                “She’s right, I sent for her.” Commander Irvin said, “She has more knowledge of the area than we do.” This struck a chord with you, the only place you would know better than the survey corps… was the mountain region.
                “Your village will soon be under siege from numerous titans, we are going to stop them.” Irvin said, closely watching your face for any sign of hesitance or weakness. You nodded, this was your home, and you would save it.
                You all rode hard, and then you joined Irvin at the point of the formation. You led them through a thin mountain pass, “Titans can’t get through here, it’s too narrow, it cuts through the mountain to the village while they have to go around. Hopefully it’ll give us the advantage.”
                Then you felt the footsteps. You charged through the pass to the other side, and saw wave upon wave of Titans.
                “Lina, wait.” Irvin said, as he could tell you were ready to jump from your horse already. “Squad Levi, take the right. Hanji, you and your men take the left. The bulk of our force will be in the middle.” He continued and you paid rapt attention, and as soon as he was done you were in the air with Levi. No matter how many Titans you killed, there always seemed to be more. The squads were pushed back into the forest surrounding your home and then you saw Levi. All of the Scouts were not used to fighting in this environment. A lot of the trees were unsuitable for 3DMG, and there was not as much space to manoeuvre, they were having trouble. You saw leaves shudder and looked back to Levi. A Titan was walking behind him, completely hidden from his view. The Titan reached out, and before you could think you had forced yourself in its path, and it caught you instead.
                “Aghhh!” You yelled as its fist tightened around you. “Levi kill it!” Seconds later, it collapsed on the ground and you freed yourself from its crushing fingers. You coughed, and then looked up to Levi. “Thanks.” You said, trying to ignore his furious expression.
                “What were you thinking?”
                “Well you didn’t have time to turn around! I just bought you a few seconds, I knew you’d kill it.”
                “Che. Come on, they’ve called a regroup.” He walked up and wrapped an arm around your waist before hauling you into the sky.
                “Levi? I can move by myself you know!” Did he really think you were so helpless?
                “Not with that crushed MG you can’t.” he growled back. Glancing down you saw that most of your gear was crumpled from the Titans grip.
                “At least my blades are ok.” You said, ignoring the glower. He dumped you on a tree branch while Irvin spoke.
                “Our numbers are greatly diminished, and we’ve been pushed back further than I would have liked.” He was right, pretty soon you would be clear of the forest and your village would be there ready for the taking. Levi moved efficiently, taking your blades and restocking his supply with them.
                “What are you doing?”
                “You can’t fight the Titans without MG, the swords are better placed with someone else now.” Irvin said. They all turned back to their discussion and your blood began to boil. You had lived in these mountains all these years, you had fought Titans without MG before, and you would do it again. You watched as the remaining Scouts prepared themselves. Hanji and Levi had shared the rest of your blades, and were now stood next to each other in the line, awaiting the Titans. Slowly, you crept to your feet. You wrapped your palms in strips of your ripped jacket, and when the Titans were almost in range you ran forward. Darting between Hanji and Levi, you took one blade from each of their stocks and jumped off the branch, into the open air.
                “Lina!” Levi yelled, before you landed on the shoulder of a Titan and sliced its neck. Landing safely on another branch you looked back at them in challenge. The rest of the battle passed in a blur. You were aware that Levi was always around you, ready to jump in and save you but you were determined to prove that you could take care of yourself. You turned to fight again but saw that everything was silent, all of the Titans were gone! Looking around you saw Levi slowly approaching you, also flashing his eyes around to ensure that no Titans had gone unnoticed.
                “What were you thinking?” He snarled. You could tell that he was furious with you, but at this point you didn’t care.
                “I was thinking that I had to help save my family.” You bit back, voice steady and unwavering. “I was thinking that this is my home! And besides, what do you care? You’d be happy to get your free time back. You hate teaching me and babysitting me-”
                You were cut off by his harsh lips forcing themselves on yours. He forced you back against the tree trunk and melded his body to you. The rough bark dug into the back of your neck and pulled at the tangles in your hair, but at that moment the only thing you could think about was Levi and the way his bruising hands dominated you.
                “Don’t think you know everything, cadet.” He growled, before lurching away to the village with his 3DMG.
                You stayed where you were, touching your lips to make sure it was all real. “Levi.” You whispered, but he was much too far to hear you. The stubborn man had stranded you in the treetops without any gear, you would have to get to the village on foot. Typical.
                You made it there, finally, and were crushed into a hug by your family.
                “Oh Lina! We’ve missed you so much!” Your mother said, crushing you to her in a hug.
                “It’s fine mum, I’m well looked after there.” You placated her, but didn’t expect her next words.
                “Oh we know, your boyfriend is a lovely man! A bit surly, but he seems very much in love with you dear.”
                You spluttered, your boyfriend? You were about to retort when you felt a presence next to you. Levi smirked down at you, “Squad Leader Hanji took the liberty of reassuring your family of your well-being.” He said, ignoring your paling face. You could tell from his smirk, and Hanji’s massive grin, that she had obviously exaggerated several points, and Levi found them hilarious.
                “Yes dear, soon to be fiancé she said. Oh she’s a lovely woman, Hanji dear, you must come around more often!”
                “Oh I will.” Hanji said, obviously enjoying herself.
                “So will you have the wedding here? I can’t imagine you’d have them in the barracks.” Your mother continued to gush to Hanji, who entertained her ideas and soon they were planning your wedding and thinking of baby names.
                “After you joined the corps I never thought I’d have a grandchild! Oh this is amazing!” Your mother seemed to have completely forgotten that you weren’t pregnant, or married, or even engaged. Levi looped an arm around your shoulders and led you to a secluded side of a barn.
                “I can’t believe they’re planning my baby’s names.” You grumbled, but Levi only chuckled. Your complete humiliation seemed to have lightened his mood. “Seriously Levi! I’m not even pregnant!”
                You felt your head jerk back as you were pushed against the barn wall, Levi’s body flush against your own. His head bent down until his lips were barely brushing your own.
                “Would you like me to fix that?”  

                        

Friday, 15 August 2014

BBC Sherlock Holmes one shot - Smudges of Charcoal

My first BBC Sherlock attempt, he's a difficult one but I think I did ok.
As ever, read, comment and enjoy!
.x.Hidden.x.Winter.x.



                “Sherlock you can’t MAKE her!” John exclaimed for the umpteenth time, obviously frustrated with his sociopath flatmate.
                “She needs this scan.” He answered back.
                “She needs it? Her? Please Sherlock don’t pretend you’re thinking about her welfare, you’re the one who wants this scan.”
                “The investigation cannot progress without the data from the scan.”
                “Well it doesn’t look like the scan is going to happen, so find a way around it Sherlock, use that brain of yours!”
                Sherlock pulled at his hair staring aimlessly to try and think of another option. He still wore his coat from having just come back from visiting Lestrade. He threw himself onto the sofa, then stood back up and continued pacing around the flat.
                “John you’re a medical man, persuade her!”
                “Are you insane?! You want me to make a frightened young girl undergo an invasive procedure just so you can satisfy your morbid curiosity? No, Sherlock. No.”
                He turned to the doctor, “It’s not my morbid curiosity. The rest of the case depends on the scar that resides inside that girl. The only way to see it is that specific ultrasound. It HAS to happen John!”
                “Well leave me out of it, I’ll have nothing to do with it.”
                Sherlock ran his fingers through his hair again, frustrated with the turn of events. He cast a scathing glance at his messy apartment. Paper covered the walls outlining the case he was working on, there was just one big empty hole in the middle, the last clue. With that clue he would have the whole thing unraveled, he would win. He just needed this ONE more clue.
                And that girl was standing in his way.
*
                Half an hour later he was stood at a door. He rapped at the wood and waited. With a creak, it opened slightly. He saw bright blue eyes and straight dark brown hair. A gold chain danced in front of her eyes as it held the door closed.
                “Mr. Holmes?” She said.
                “Yes, may I come in?”
                She seemed taken aback, but closed the door and removed the chain. Holding the door wide, she wordlessly invited Sherlock into her house.
                He looked around, analysing everything. Her flat was barely furnished. There was a cheap table and chairs, bistro style. There was an orchid placed in a clear vase in the centre of the table. They were placed to look out of the window which was quite large considering the size of the rest of the place. His shoes tapped on the floor and then he saw her trainers placed by the door. He silently removed his own shoes and placed them next to hers. There was nothing on the walls, they lay barren with the white walls stretching from floor to ceiling. There was a rug in the middle of the room.
                Her kitchen and bathroom followed the same pattern, bare, clean surfaces, nothing to show. Her bedroom was an entire new story. Papers littered the walls, drawings of everything. Streetlamps, benches, busses, faces.
                Sherlock turned to her, “photographic memory?”
                She nodded and he grinned, she was getting more interesting with every rock he overturned.
                He started to go through each picture while he completed his mental process of her.
                “Your family is all dead, you moved to London with your last savings to try and get a fresh start. Because of complex circumstances you have no degree to your name and this keeps you down at lower levels of work. However, your photographic memory and heightened intelligence make it hard to cope so you spend your time drawing everything. It releases the pressure, your beautiful memory demands to be used. The rings under your eyes suggest insomnia but I disagree, you choose not to sleep. Something happened, nightmares maybe? Your house is bare, you are prepared to run at a moment’s notice. None of these pictures are you, you have grown accustomed to leaving no trace of yourself behind, you have ran from dangers before.” He spoke more to himself, but then it dawned on him.
                “You’ve met these people before. That’s how your family died, isn’t it? You moved to London to escape them but they followed you here. You draw everything so that in the case of your death, someone like me could come here and put the pictures together and solve it. You don’t sleep because you are waiting for them to find you.”
                He looked her in the eyes, blue meet blue as his eyes sought answers from her.
                “Correct on all accounts, Mr. Holmes. I am impressed.” She said, her eyes not wavering.
                “There is one thing I don’t understand, and that is why-”
                “Why I won’t go through with the procedure.” She finished his sentence, and then glanced away from his unblinking stare.
                There was a long silence until Sherlock’s phone beeped.
                “I have to go.” He said. She nodded.
                “I will be back tonight.” She opened her mouth to protest, “you need some sleep.” He said, putting her argument to rest.
*
                “Complete waste of my time.” Sherlock mumbled to himself as he knocked on her door.
                She was there in a t-shirt and sweatpants, her hair messy and dripping onto her shoulders, obviously just finished a shower. Once again she wordlessly opened the door and let him pass, her bare feet padding after him. He sat on the bistro chair and looked around, not a single thing was different from earlier. She barely spoke to him, a fact that he was comfortable with. People nowadays were so obsessed to fill any silence with mindless babble, this was refreshing.
                This became a routine of theirs, he would go every morning and they would drink a cup of tea together, sat at her bistro chairs and staring out of the large window. He would then leave and go about his day, and then come back in the evening, leaving just before she fell asleep.
                One ordinary evening, she answered her door to let him in, and then walked back to her living room. It was drastically different from his visit that morning, sheets of paper littered the floor around where she was laying on the carpet. He didn’t speak, he knew how annoying it was when someone interrupted his work. He sat on one of the cheap bistro chairs and watched her.
                Her dark hair swept over her shoulder and brushed the floor but she didn’t seem to notice or care. Her thin fingers were coated in black charcoal, as were marks on her cheeks from where she had brushed hair out of her face. She bit her lip as she drew the charcoal across the page in light strokes. Sherlock stopped for a moment when he looked at the pictures. They were all him.
His hands as they brushed her table.
His face as he looked at her pictures on the wall.
A partial view of his face. The chain across the middle showed that it was her view of him when he first knocked on her door.
His eyes as they burned for answers.
Picture upon picture of him, and this was what gave him the most information about her. She was hiding something, the reason that she wouldn’t get the scan. For her to be drawing so much meant that she was worried that he was close to the answer. But then again, she wasn’t hiding what she was doing, which meant that she had accepted that he would find out.
Perfect.
Hours later she put down the pencil.
“You haven’t eaten.” He commentated.
“Neither have you.” She remarked.
“I don’t eat when I’m working.”
“Neither do I.”
His mouth tilted up in a grin as he followed her into the kitchen. She flicked the kettle and placed a teabag in a cup. He shook his head as she offered one to him.
“Why don’t you do the scan?” He asked moments later.
Still turned away she lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip before placing it back on the counter.
“They won’t let me.” She answered.
This stunned him into silence. He had considered this possibility for the briefest of seconds before dismissing it. There were only two reasons that were possible. First, she was pregnant, but considering the state of flight she was in that was highly unlikely. The only remaining option…
“You’re a virgin.” He said.
Her cheeks tinted the lightest pink but her skin was pale enough for him to notice. Based on her appearance he had not even considered this a possible option, surely she had had romantic encounters in her past.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, moving towards her. She turned towards him, eyes memorising every plane of light, every shadow as it crossed his face as he neared her.
His hands skimmed her arms to rest at the base of her jaw.
“I could have helped you fix this a long time ago.”           
               


Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Sasuke Uchiha one shot - Shallow pools and Moonlight's Filter

Hey everyone! This was kind of impulsive, my mind must have been filled with Sasuke from working on the one shot I posted earlier that it made this one all by itself. Sasuke's always a difficult character for me so I'm still working on his personality, and once again, pretend he never left the village.
So read, comment, and Enjoy!
.x.Hidden.x.Winter.x.



                “Hey Tenten, how’s it going?” You said coolly, leaning against a post as you watched your friend walk past. She turned upon hearing her name, and ran to hug you.
                “What are you doing here?” She asked.
                “I’m here to pick up some scrolls from your hokage,” You gushed, “I’m here for few days.”
                “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure miss! I am Rock Lee!” A boy in a green jumpsuit stood beside Tenten, with an outstretched hand. You shook it with an amused grin.
                “Lee, Neji, this is Kara. She’s from the Sand village.”
                “Kara, come on!” You looked to see your teammates beckoning you and with a quick hug to Tenten you ran after them.
                “We’ll meet up later yeah?” You called back to your friend.

***

Later you had arranged to meet up with Tenten on the training grounds, and you were excited to see any new moves she had learned. You were waiting for her, and to entertain yourself you watched others. Your eyes landed on a man training by himself, a man with pale luminous skin and dark hair. He trained hard, and his breathing was heavy. Sweat drips clung to his forehead and ran down his bare back.
                “Ready?” Tenten asked, bounding to your side.
                “In a minute,” you said, still watching the man. Tenten followed your gaze and smirked.
                “See something you like.”
                “Oh I do indeed. Who is that?”
                “Sasuke Uchiha.”
                “Uchiha? As in Uchiha massacre survivor?”
                “The very same.” Tenten replied.
                You whistled, and then let out a low groan as he performed a move which tensed all of his shoulder muscles.
                “He single?” You asked.
                “I would assume so, he’s never had a girlfriend.”
                “Never?” Your voice was incredulous, how had this guy remained single, he had to have a trail of girls after him, unless… “Is he gay?”
                Tenten laughed loudly, “he might be. But come on, I thought we were going to spar!”
                Reluctantly, you tore your eyes from the Uchiha and focused on fighting Tenten, but the back of your mind you couldn’t escape the image of his rippling back.

***
                The next day you went to the training grounds again, and there he was, training by himself. You watched for a moment, before cursing Tenten for being late and not being here to stop your impulsiveness. You walked over and stood behind him, getting one last look at that back before you spoke. “Are you gay?”
                He turned instantly and you blocked the kunai sent at you. “What?” He asked through gritted teeth. Your mind formed a response, and you could hear yourself talking, but your eyes were busy roving his pectorals.
                “I heard you’ve never had a girlfriend, or even seemed interested. I thought maybe you needed to talk to someone about the possibility of being gay.”
                “I’m not gay.” He seethed, eyes narrowing in anger.
                “It’s totally ok if you are. Well, honestly I’d prefer you weren’t because you are one fine piece of ass my friend, I’m Kara by the way.”
                “I’m busy.” He said, obviously telling you to get lost.
                “I can see that, fighting an imaginary enemy, all by yourself. Is that even classed as real training? Don’t you want an opponent? Come on, I’ll fight you, I’ve been after a good rumble for a while.”
                Sasuke’s fists tightened, knuckles cracking under the pressure. He supposed fighting you wouldn’t be so bad, he’d get to punch that smug face of yours.
                You assumed a fighting position and he did the same. This would be an exciting fight, neither of you knew the strengths of the other, you were completely blind.
                It was at this point that Tenten arrived and noticed that you were fighting Sasuke. She sighed and watched, knowing preventing the fight was inevitable. Sasuke was hot and you were shallow, there was no way you were giving up on this. She watched as Sasuke lunged and you moved out of the way. Sasuke was known for speed, but speed was your speciality. Strength would be your weakness against him, he was several inches taller, bigger built, and heavily muscled whereas you kept your body lithe and light. As long as you kept yourself out of his hold… and he’d caught you.
                Your back was flush to his front and he had his arm locked around your neck, but he wasn’t squeezing.
                “How’s this?” You asked, delicately pressing your hips back against him, “Ever been this close to a girl before?” He thrust you away and you lightly caught your footing. Angrily, he began again. Soon enough, he had you pinned on the ground.
                “You sure you’re gay?” You murmured, “This is a position for a man who likes his women.” Grinning at his furious expression you bucked him up and slithered out of his hold.
                You saw Tenten out of the corner of your eye and stood up out of fighting stance, “It was fun fighting with you Sasuke but I’ve got plans. Come find me if you ever want to have that chat,” you said slyly, waving at him without looking back as you walked to Tenten.
                “You let him pin you twice.” She said accusingly.
                You shrugged, “he wasn’t really fighting and neither was I. And I can’t just let him live without ever being close to a girl, how does he know he doesn’t like women if he never tries one?”
                Tenten shook her head, you were impossible.

***

                It was a few days before you saw Sasuke again, and this time it was completely unexpected. You were meditating under the moon, a habit you picked up for whenever you couldn’t sleep, and you saw a shadow. Your eyes were alert, and then you picked out that you knew those shoulders.
                “Sasuke?” You called, and his head turned towards you. “What are you doing out here so late?” He stayed silent, but also did not walk away. You took this as an encouraging sign. “Are you sneaking back from a secret liaison? Who is it, Naruto, Kiba? It’s not Lee is it? I can’t imagine trying to get that jumpsuit off…”
                Your chattering was cut off when his lips crashed onto yours, forcing you quiet. His hands gripped the sides of your neck and his thumbs forced your jaw to tilt up to him. You had to admit, it took you a second to respond but when you realised what was happening, you weren’t about to let the situation pass. Hungrily he attacked your lips and you responded with equal ferocity, neither one of you submitting to the other. He suckled on your lower lip, pulling impatiently.
You parted your lips for him and his tongue danced with yours before trapping it between his teeth and sucking with a pulsing force that ripped a small moan from your throat.
                “I’m. Not. Gay.” His voice was a low rumble between kisses that sent shivers of excitement over your body.
                “I am so glad.” You responded, running your hands up and shrugging off his shirt. As the two of you tumbled onto the grass, your hands reached up, exploring and pressing over the lean delicious muscles on his back that had led to all this. His mouth ducked under your jaw and you tilted your head back for him. You felt him pulling at your neck, and arm flew over your head, pulling at grass in ecstasy. “Oh god Sasuke.” You murmured as you felt his hand slither up your arm and wrap around your wrist, pressing it into the ground. You felt him suck harder, pushed on by your moans, and your body bucked up instinctively, trying to make contact that would quell the growing need. His hips forced you back down and stayed there, grinding into you with delicious friction.
                You threw a leg around his hips and forced him closer, pushing your own body up to meet him. You felt a surge fly through you at the increased closeness, and felt a low groan vibrate against your throat. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, burying your free hand in it and your fingers lightly scratched the base of his scalp. His hips bucked into you, and your body instinctively moved with him, becoming one under a clear lit moon.

***

                The next day you were due to meet with the Hokage, and early in the morning Tenten woke to a loud banging on her door. Opening it with bleary eyes you rushed into her room.
                “Come on Tenten you’ve gotta help me here, I have to meet the hokage in an hour and I can’t go like this!”
                Tenten’s eyes widened and she was instantly awake at the sight of your throat. “What did you do? Fall on a vacuum cleaner? Seriously, who’s the vampire?” Tenten asked.
                “Come on Tenten don’t give me that. I know you get hot and heavy with that Neji guy of yours, you have to have something to hide these with!”
                Tenten rummaged through a drawer, “Neji doesn’t do this, he has this thing called self-control.” she handed you a small bottle of concealer, “This is the best I have, but I don’t think it’ll cover them all the way, whoever it was, they wanted these to last a while. I’ve never seen them this dark.” Tenten inspected your neck with a scientific interest while you quickly applied the coating. “Wait…” Tenten said, “Was this… was this Sasuke?” She took a look at your grin before running her fingers through her hair, “so he’s not gay?”
                “Not in the slightest.” You answered, pride evident in your voice.
                “You’d better keep this quiet, if Ino Sakura and the rest of the fan club find out then they’re going to be coming after you.”
                “Well I can’t keep this quiet if I can’t cover these up!” You were exasperated, they weren’t covering. They were lighter but still visible and obvious to what they were. You turned to your friend in panic before you had an epiphany.
                “Tenten! Let me borrow a shirt! Look at them, they’re perfect! No-one would be able to see a thing!”
                Tenten quickly got on board with the idea and before long you were wearing one of Tenten’s white shirts. You gave her a hug, “you’re my hero, I’ll come find you after!” And then you darted to the window to make it to your meeting in time.

***

                Later that day you were sat at Ichiraku ramen with Naruto, Tenten, Ino, Kiba and their teams. You had met them all and were having a blast, not noticing the black haired shinobi watching you. He walked up and stood behind you and then you felt him. He placed his order with the old man and then you felt his breath in your ear.
                “Nice shirt.”
                “Well you didn’t leave me much choice did you? I can’t just walk around covered in hickies.” You muttered back, aware that Tenten was watching your conversation like a hawk.
                “Why not?” His voice was velvety smooth, seductive, but you forced yourself to stay sitting forward on your stool.
                “Because then the whole world would know you’re not gay and your creepy fan club would be after me.”
                He was quiet, pondering your words before you felt a hand on your shoulder. You were harshly pulled back, Sasuke catching you so you were laying horizontal, butt still on the stool. His lips captured yours and you couldn’t help it as you responded. Both hands curled up to grasp his hair, your lips moving in sync with his as you pressed yourself to him, and then the kiss was over. You looked into his eyes and stayed in the lingering passion for a second longer before he forced you back upright on your stool. He took his food from the old man behind the counter, and with a smirk at you, he walked away.
                Hesitantly you looked back to your other friends in the restaurant who were gaping at you like goldfish. You began to eat your miso quietly, hoping they would come back to life, but it was a long time before any of them were ready to grapple with what they had seen.             

***

                Two days later you were stood at the gates to the Leaf village with your two teammates who were impatiently waiting for you to say your goodbyes. You made no hurry, because someone important still had to show.
                “Uh, don’t you have to go?” Naruto asked tentatively, looking at your angry teammates stood stiffly outside the village walls.
                You shrugged, “I report directly to Kankuro, he’ll understand.” You said your goodbyes, and made Tenten promise to come visit you in Sand country next. You then turned and began to walk to your teammates when someone gripped your hand and spun you into a firm muscular chest.
                “Leaving without a goodbye, I’m insulted.” Sasuke said.
                “You’d better not go back to being gay while I’m gone.” You teased.

                “I can’t help it if I do,” He said, his voice lowering until he was speaking into your ear, “I guess you’ll have to come back and show me the perks of loving a woman.” You grinned and then met him equally with a fast passionate kiss before he let you go. It was hard turning away from him, but your teammates had been waiting long enough. You ran to catch up, finding that they had already started walking, and took one last look back. Sasuke was watching you leave, while Ino and Sakura bombarded him with angry questions. Laughing at the irony, you ran to freedom while he was tormented by his stalkers, and you thanked god that that gorgeous boy was, in fact, not gay.