āRecruit Levi,ā her voice is cool, smooth, but Levi has good ears, she can hear the faint amusement and condescension. āAbove ground, women keep their shirts on.ā A ripple of laughter goes through the assembled men. Levi sneers at the other woman, standing there amidst the other soldiers, perfectly in place and at home where Levi stands out, because sheās a frigid, feral little underground rat.
Levi shrugs off her oversized shirt. None of the womenās fit her shoulders or biceps, and none of the menās were small enough, so Leviās been wearing the smallest menās size while she works on altering a few shirts to fit her. Her torso isnāt naked, Isabel had insisted that Levi wrap her chest in a few thin bandages, so she could be more like the other women. As if Levi cares, but for Isabelās big green eyes she had conceded. Levi turns in a circle, arms held out.
āTits covered. Happy, Blondie?ā
āNot particularly, but carry on.ā Yep, definitely condescending. Levi glares at her. She would prefer to fight bare-chested, sheāll be damned if the bastard pulls out a knife and she ends up dying of an infection because a scrap of fabric got caught in the wound. But she doesnāt argue (more). Sheās not imagining things, she can see how the taller woman is eyeing the wrap with what looks like interest, hungrily devouring where Leviās firm pectorals have a shadow between them, how the serrated muscles on her ribs move and stretch beneath the cloth, how the thin fabric just barely highlights the ever so slight curve of a petite breast, the soft puffy peaks of her nipples. Leviās a fully grown adult woman, despite what people tend to say, and if Smith wants, sheād be quite happy to pull her into an empty room and show her exactly just how mature and developed Leviās body is.
āYou gonna stare at my tits all day, Blondie, or you gonna referee?ā Smith doesnāt even have the grace or good manners to pretend like she wasnāt staring, pointedly keeping her eyes on Leviās chest for a heartbeat longer before raising them, raising a dark brow along with it. Smithās face is strong boned and beautiful, elegant even with her full lips and rosy cheeks, those bright blue eyes, but those brows are too thick for even a man to pull off. Levi hates how they somehow work with her other features, how they make her look even more attractive and imposing.
āHmm? Oh, my mistake, I didnāt realize there was something to stare at.ā The men laugh, and if Levi didnāt have such superb control over her temper (she does, Farlan, she does), she would flush bright red, walk over there and grab Smithās own, grab hard and twist to hear her yelp. She bets Smithās voice would go high, girlish, an utterly humiliating sound escaping her throat that Levi wants to hear so bad that hot rage burns in her stomach. Levi doesnāt, she doesnāt go over there or punch the other woman, or pull her into a vicious, feral-like kiss, she just clenches her fists at her side and glares venomously at the men who dared to laugh. āYou may begin,ā at this the bitch has the audacity to wave her hand airly, like sheās the fucking queen or some shit.
āBitch,ā Levi hisses, and a cool not quite smile settles on the other womanās face.
āPerhaps,ā she agrees, ābut the pot is calling the kettle black, is it not?ā Levi bares her teeth, fuck Smith for thinking that she knows even remotely what the bullshit that came out of her mouth just was.
āAw, Captain, itās not a fair fight,ā the man complains, flexing his arms like it intimidates Levi in the slightest. āLook at her, sheās tiny!ā Itās not false, Levi doesnāt even reach five feet, and she probably doesnāt even weigh half of the man. But Levi saw the way his eyes widened slightly and Smithās had sharpened when she took her shirt off. She may be small, but every inch of her is corded in solid, hard and prominent muscle. Her shoulders are broad, biceps and core thick, so unlike the little waif that he was probably imagining that she would be.
āWould you prefer to forfeit?ā The Captain asks, mild and pleasant. Leviās brow furrows, what is the other woman playing at? Does she want Levi to fight her men? Smithās face is calm, kind looking even, but Levi is very, very good at reading people, no matter how inscrutable they think they are. She can see how her icy blue eyes seem to glint almost coldly, cruel and vindictive. Oh. She wants the man to get his ass kicked, because she canāt do it herself. Oh.
Levi clenches her fists, gnashing her teeth as she glares at Smith with enough force to send grown men running away screaming. The blonde woman merely cocks an eyebrow, meeting Leviās gaze without so much as a flinch.
āIs something the matter, Levi?ā
Yeah, something is the matter. Fuck Smith if she thinks that Levi is just content to be her little attack dog because she doesnāt have the balls to punch the man herself. Fuck her.
āYeah, fuck you. Iām not doing this.ā Levi scoops up her shirt and goes to stalk off, but jeering stops her in her tracks.
I donāt really know where Iām going with this, just a snippet of a wip that I had