tw: levi's mum is dying so, be warned for a little angst
"beneath it all, I think she just worries about me, about what I’ll do when she...”
You shift uncomfortably in your seat; your arm draped loosely across your stomach. Levi sits opposite you, his expression as narrow as it always is, pout causing his lip to curl downward ever-so-slightly. His posture mirrors your own with his back slouched against the chair, bottom sinking down into the cushion. The old leather peels, wrinkles set into the skin.
“So,” You clear your throat, your fingers beginning to clutch at your jumper, that arm getting a little tighter as you subconsciously hug yourself. “Before we do this, we should go over some ground rules.” Swallowing, you adjust yourself in your seat, leaning forward, bringing your legs a little closer – but you only seem to end up in the same position you began in.
“Only fair.” His tea only fills half of the mug, the bag sitting on the edge of the saucer beneath. There’s a small pool of liquid sitting under the cup that dribbled from the bag – you know it bothers him. Levi notices your eyes lingering over the beverage. He doesn’t comment on it.
“What about affection?” You push the question through your teeth, mentally cringing as you watch his eyes narrow.
“What about it?” His tone is colder than before, but the fact he’s willing to entertain you can only mean he’s willing to discuss this further.
“Well, we aren’t gonna sell this if we’re sat ten feet apart.”
It’s Levi’s turn to uncomfortably writhe within the sofa cushion, his hands clenching into fists.
“Well, no shit.” The hard exterior deflects any source of self-doubt and judgment. “You’ll have to stay close, wrap your arm in mine, just...” He swallows. “Make it look natural.”
“Right, natural.” This was anything but.
“My mother - she’s weak, but she’s not stupid. I don’t think she believed me when I told her I was seeing someone – she’s likely going to catch on if we slip up.”
You scoff. “So, no pressure.”
“No pressure.” Levi nods slightly, black hairs of his fringe rousing as he combs a clammy hand through the side of his undercut.
“What’s she like, your mum?” You’re hesitant to ask – I mean, who’d ask about a friend’s dying mother? You almost retract the question when he looks to you in silence, though as you begin to part your lips, he’s clearing his throat.
“Strong. Kind. But, beneath it all, I think she just worries about me, about what I’ll do when she...” He trails off, and once again any eye contact has been released. Levi looks down to the now cold cup on the edge of the coffee table, and wonders why he’d felt unable to drink the tea he’d paid for. Why did he feel so ill?
“I’ll try my best, Levi.” Your words of reassurance do penetrate his skin, though he’s unsure if he’s able to feel your warmth. You don’t speak for a few minutes, instead allowing the ambient drone of the espresso machine and chimes of mugs and saucers fill the air between you. It wasn’t nice, but it was calm, and that you were grateful for.
“Can I just ask one thing?” Your voice is almost lost in the sound of laughter from the table beside you.
“Sure.” Levi’s gaze meets yours once more.
“Why me? Out of everyone you could’ve asked, why did you ask me?”
Levi’s responses haven’t been the fastest, evidence to his current decline in mental ability. His mother’s condition has been a burning concern at the back of his mind for so long, but with a quick decline and terminal diagnosis, that burning has become an outright fire. His mind is unable to think about anything other than his mum, the most consistent person in his life, and how great a loss he will feel. It feels morbid, how he’s grieving her before she’s even dead, how he feels as though he just wants to get it over with.
“I trust you.” Levi triumphs against the inner turmoil and forces the words through his mouth. His filter lacks more than ever at the moment and that brutal honesty has upset most of his friends, even causing irreversible damage with a few. But you, you’re patient with him. He should definitely apologise to you regarding his actions over the past month – he's harsher and much less patient. But he knows that you’ll wait for him to be ready, you’ll be there at the finish line. That’s something he cannot fault.
“Thank you, for this.” He speaks again, and although he feels the weight of the world upon his shoulders, you’re able to help lighten that load.
he's tired, but he agreed to go with you to the beach. peacefully sat on a blanket sprawled over the golden sand, you both marvelled at the beautiful view of the ocean.
clear sky and perfectly still water, it felt heavenly and looked like a mirror. the blue water reflecting the state of Levi's soul - calm, content, the softness of your hand sooting his mind and pushing him into a pool of tranquility.
levi lets you rest your head on his shoulder, he can hear your breaths mixing with the melody of the wind - a symphony of happiness, his own personal heaven.
he follows your finger as you point at the stray cat, interested in your snacks, it made its way over to your blanket and let out a heart warming purr as you stroked its ginger fur.
"greedy for snacks, aren't you" you laugh gently as you pull out a piece of tuna from your sandwich and watch it get devoured by the small pet. Levi chuckes, mumbling out a "can't figure who it reminds me of"
you stick out your tongue at him jokingly and it makes him want to cup your face and kiss you. but his train of thought gets interrupted by the cat that's now rubbing it's head over levi's calf.
"cupcake" he mumbled, scratching the animal behind its ear. "oh, you named it?" you point out, surprised. testing the waters a little bit further, you add "you know, that means we have to keep it now"
"maybe" he says, eyes not leaving the cat that's happily giving its best performance with a consonance of continuous purrs.
"cupcake, you're sweet just like my girl"
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give me 3 words and a character and I'll write you a short drabble ☁️
He's is no believing it at first. You even have to show him the two pregnancy tests before he accepts fully the news.
You can see shock and awe in his eyes as he looks down at your belly and places his hand on it carefully. There is no bump but yet he tries to feel it.
"There is really... another human creating at this very moment inside you?"
Levi is very anxious because he believes that he won't be a good father as he don't know how to act with children (please, tell him that he will be a wonderful dad)
Man is addict with your belly; nobody dares to touch it without his authorization. He gives the nastiest glances to your male friends who looks too long at your stomach.
Leaves a hundred kisses on your bump while cuddling you.
He's going to take care of you during your morning sickness, making sure you have food, medicine and your favorite movie put on the TV before he goes to work.
Sometimes, he even skips work when your sickness is very bad.
Levi gets SO emotional when he feels the first tiny kick, proof that there is a real alive baby inside you.
Judges your new food tastes but knows all of them and when you like to eat them. He runs to the market before you throw a tantrum because your favorite ice cream's box is empty.
He's going buy you cute dresses and shirts to highlight your adorable round belly, praising it whenever he can.
"Look at that adorable belly with our baby inside... You are already doing an amazing job, mama."
Secretly wants a girl. He says boys are troublesome.
When you are in the last week of pregnancy, he is all ready, all the stuff packed and he's comforting you about giving birth every day if you need it.
Once at the hospital, he insists to stay beside you during all the childbirth process.
"Let's go, sweetheart. We are almost there. Soon we will have our baby in our arms..."
Levi sheds a tear as the nurse shows you the tiny newborn in her arms. For him, this child has already won his heart with just one look.
a/n: hey guys .. i’m back with an au. i hope you guys are doing okay. i needed to take a break to focus on school for a while but i’m here again. also tips are on for all of my content so don’t be afraid to leave one. REQUESTS ARE BACK ON!!!!1!1!1!1!1
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WRITER! LEVI who is surprised when you arrive on his doorstep, your body dressed in a pretty pink sweatsuit. your hair is curled and flows down in pretty, bouncy curls. you tell him that you’re the new assistant sent by the company to help him. at first he doesn’t think anything of it and allows you into his house.
WRITER! LEVI who feels odd as he watches you run around his house just doing anything to busy yourself. cleaning his room, cleaning the bathroom, sweeping the floor, washing the dishes etc.
WRITER! LEVI who catches you in his room reading one his novels. it has your cheeks warming as you read the lewd words strewn across the page, brown eyes growing wide when you hear a throat clear behind you. who can’t help but smirk as you stumble over your words and tell him that’s it’s not what it looks like. you look downright adorable as you try to explain yourself, big doe eyes barely able to meet his hungry ones.
WRITER! LEVI who sometimes will put a blanket over you when you fall asleep waiting at his desk. and every time he always thinks how peaceful and beautiful you look asleep. and maybe he sneaks some gentle touches to your face. he’s not creepy .. you’re just beautiful.
WRITER! LEVI who one day comes home absolutely pissed. he’s been getting pandered and pestered to write another book by every single person he meets .. it’s frustrating and quite annoying to him. he angrily stomps to his kitchen before pouring himself a glass of wine. it’s only after finishing it does he realize you’re standing there, watching him.
WRITER! LEVI who’ll lose his composure when you offer to help him with his writers block. the dark haired main immediately throws you over his shoulder to take you to his home office. he’ll pull out a pice of paper, and slams his lips onto yours. the kiss is hot, full of desperation and hunger. you haven’t been kissed in a while, especially not like this. your head grows foggy the deeper the kiss grows, and you can’t help the heat building up in between your thighs when his teeth sink down onto your lip.
WRITER! LEVI who tries to write something, anything. he tries to find inspiration in the way you arch your back to him, the way you moan out to him, trying to memorize and write down each of your reactions to his touch on the stupid paper. but he just can’t .. and ends up crinkling the paper up as he fucks you on the desk.
WRITER! LEVI who’ll say the dirtiest things to you. each word spoken has your insides tingling, in addition to his rough touches it has you melting right in his arms. his voice will be raspy and deep, an undertone of neediness to everything he says to you.
WRITER! LEVI who fucks you hard that night. his fingers dig into your brown skin as he fucks his cock up into you, dark eyes angry as you reach out to him. he’s merciless, hips slamming into yours so fucking hard that it shakes the entire desk. he’s not done after you cum once either and switches to eating that pretty pussy of yours for a couple minutes. after getting you to cum from that, he fucks you once more .. holding your legs down to the points that they begin to burn as his hips press up against yours with each thrust.
WRITER! LEVI who’ll make you breakfast the next morning to apologize for his rash behavior. you give him nothing but a sweet smile, and kind response that melt his heart. after breakfast you offer to wash the dishes and feel him behind you, whispering into your ear how he needs some more “inspiration” from you. you give in and end up getting fucked right over the kitchen sink, brown eyes squeezing out pleasure tears as you cum with a quiet whimper.
WRITER! LEVI who ends up publishing a book that does crazy numbers. his editors and managers blow up his phone the day of the release, absolutely overjoyed that another book of his is going so well already. he just chuckles when they ask where his inspiration came from, looking over at you tidying up the living room with a small smile on his face.
bro, i came up with these insane headcanons for Levi while I was listening to Lana Del Rey.
CW: One is slightly nsfw i guess
Tender!Levi enjoys soft indie music because he can't stand loud sounds. He playfully scolds you when you crank up your heavy rock music
Tender!Levi owns a record player and has an organized shelf with TONS of vinyl, in alphabetical order of course
Tender!Levi he likes deep female vocals because they remind him of his mother. He can't recall what her normal speaking voice sounded like because too often as a child all he remembers is her cries for help. But he remembers her singing voice. How she would hold him to her chest, how he could feel the vibrations of each note as she sang to him.
Tender!Levi loves breasts. But not in a sexual way, more in an admiring way. How amazing his lover's body can be to be able to provide for his offspring. He often stands in amazement as he watches his child fill its tiny belly and fall 10x more in love with his you. it's one of the most beautiful things he's witnessed. How comforting it is for him to nuzzle into your breast. Another reminder for him of his mothers warm embrace in the cold world they had been put in.
Tender!Levi also loves hands and caresses. He loves to trace your palms with his fingertips and up along your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He loves grazing your delicate collarbone, your soft stomach, your curves, and your scars.
Tender!Levi speaking of hands, the man is constantly moisturizing his and keeps a tube of it in his pocket
Tender!Levi also carries chapstick (cherry flavored just for you ;))
Actor Levi doing the wired interview with the fiancé reader? How would that go? Would he be as affectionate on screen?Headcannons pleasê
A/N: I’m living for the Actor AU now that thw show is over 😪 🫶
Warnings: none!
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The two of you were asked to a wired interview together, after recently announcing your engagement
with the end of Attack on Titan, it now gave you both more time to spend with each other and to take a break from work
it was an early friday morning when the two of you got to the studio where you were supposed to record the interview
“Hello, this is Y/N L/N,” You said, looking over to Levi who just smiled at you.
“and this is Levi Ackerman, and this is the Wired autocomplete interview.”
They decide to start off with Levi, his board being the funniest out of the two of you. He’s handed the board and peels off the tape when the camera begins to record.
“Has Levi Ackerman ever jumped out of a plane?” He reads.
“That’s an odd one.” You say chuckling. Levi just smiles awkwardly and shakes his head.
“I don’t recall ever jumping out of a plane…” He said, looking to the side of the screen. “If you were looking for spoilers don’t come to me.” He whispered to the camera. You laugh and lightly hit his shoulder.
“When did Levi Ackerman start acting?” He reads. He sits back in his chair for a moment before looking at you.
“When did you start acting?” You ask. He shrugs.
“Honestly, I think Attack on Titan is like the biggest acting role I’ve ever gotten.” He said, before you nodded.
“But did you work as an actor before that?” You ask, and he thinks for a moment.
“I was on law and order once, and it was like a jury scene as an extra.” He said with a laugh. Your eyes widened.
“Law and order?” You asked and he nodded.
“ Yeah, my agent was like just take it and I did. I think modeling was what helped the most though.” He said.
“Well you do have a great face.” You reply. He rolls his eyes before he moves to take off the next piece of tape.
“Where does Levi Ackerman live?” He reads. There’s a long pause before he looks at you and then back at the camera.
“Y/n where do we live?” He asks
“Last time I checked we lived in Washington.” You respond sarcastically. He nods, tapping his chin in fake thought
“Right right, that big white house. Mortgage was expensive.” He says raising his brows. The two of you laugh, and he just takes the next piece of tape off.
“Is Levi Ackerman married?” He reads. “Uh no not yet, soon though.” He says, flashing his ring finger. You do the same and the two of you give each other a cheeky look.
“Okay I guess it’s my turn.” You say as they hand you a board. You peel the first tape off. “Is Y/N single?” You read off.
“Yes she is. A date is $6,000, a kiss is an extra $2,000. Overnights are for VIP users.” Levi says. You roll your eyes before you give him a look.
“What if someone says they’re a VIP user?” You ask, he scoffs.
“They can’t be a VIP user, I’m the only VIP user.” Levi says sarcastically.
“Well that solves it.” You say. The next piece of tape comes off. “Can Y/n dance?” You read off.
“No.” You reply. Levi rolls his eyes.
“Yes she can. She chooses not too. But she’s not bad at it.” Levi says with a shrug. You roll your eyes with a chuckle before peeling off the next piece of tape.
“ Is Y/n going to cochella? I actually don’t know yet.” You say ‘as a matter of factly’
“Who’s preforming this year?” Levi asked
“I’m not actually sure. I don’t even know if the line up came out yet.” You say before pulling off the last piece of tape.
“Are Y/n and Levi Ackerman dating?” You read out. You both laugh. “No we’re just good friends.” You say, and he nods.
“Yeah, we just have matching rings but we’re just friends.” Levi said, “We also live together as friends.”
“Yeah, I’m actually dating Zeke.” You say. At that Levi gives you the side eye and shakes his head.
“We’re joking guys she’s not dating Zeke.” Levi said sitting up, staring at the camera. “We were joking.”
You laugh, leaning over your seat to press a kiss to his cheek. He just huffs leaning back with a roll of his eyes when you pull away.
The scene cuts again, this time the two of you without boards and just casually sitting in your chairs. Levi is still in a mood from your comment but it’s all in good spirits.
“Now that, that’s all cleared,” You say with a sigh, looking over to Levi who’s still in his feelings. “I’m glad we could clear the air on some things.” You say, and he nods.
“Thanks for watching, it better be worth it.” Levi said with fake anger. You laugh, the cameraman giving you both the signal that the camera had stopped rolling. Levi sighed stretching a bit into his chair.
“You know I love you right?” You ask, hoping to ease his ‘pain’
“Of course you do, who wouldn’t?” He replies with a smirk.
Fem!Reader (Isabel Magnolia’s sister) x Levi Ackerman in a secret affair.
Not a full day goes by before Levi makes his way into the clinic again, locking the door behind him as soon as he gets in. Like a man on a mission, set on what he wants — the only way he knows how to live, an intensity that consumes you entirely. You turn to look at him from where you’re standing in front of the desk, frowning while he approaches.
“I wasn’t expecting you today,” you’re cut short and breathless when he reaches you, picking you up and landing you on the table in a swift movement. You hear the sound of objects tumbling to the ground, impatient hands moving them away. There’s not even time to giggle before his lips are covering yours, soft and wet and demanding, but you smile against them nevertheless. “What about Furlan and Isabel?”
“I told them I’d meet them at the apartment later, and that I needed to clear my head or another dumb excuse,” he breathes close to your mouth, closed eyes, hiding the heat that lives within them for this short instant.
You nod and sigh, already crumbling under his hands so easily. There are many things you know by now, about his body as well as your own, all the different ways desire and pleasure can be dragged out and brought to completion. Still, there are some things about the nature of this that you can’t quite figure out, which maybe attests to your lack of experience beyond him: are you supposed to feel your pulse quicken from the sight of him only? Sense his presence like a shift in atmosphere, engulfed by the scent of him from afar? Be consumed by the familiar tugging in your lower abdomen and have heat spreading through your center even before his touch has reached you? Could any man make you feel this way, if not Levi?
It’s been months of this, quick escapades between patients and robberies, secret sessions of stolen kisses and undercover sighs. You’re used to his impatience, the urge he has to reach out and touch after days of carefully crafted indifference. He was never one for physical contact, and you suppose you weren’t, either. You wonder why it feels different, now: is this only the effect that life-long deprivation can cause in people? Is that why you feel addicted to it, while he looks restless and even greedy every time you do this? In spite of your own natures, closeness calls to you, as if you’ve only recently found out that you’ve been starving from the lack of it.
Whatever it may be that causes this, you like it. You like it too much , a scorning voice appears to whisper in your ear. Its insistence makes you pull away, also halting his crumpling hands over your shirt at the sides of your body. It’s only then that you’re able to take a good look at his face, the slight furrowing of his forehead that indicates he’s upset about something.
“Elric withdrew from the deal again, the bastard,” he explains before you even ask. “He said it’s become too risky to conduct business with us, because of those idiots from the Military Police that have been on our asses. As if they’ll ever even come close,” he scoffs. While he speaks, your fingers drift from his nape to the sides of his neck, unconsciously trying to soothe him. You think he likes that — one more idiosyncrasy in your arrangement —, but you never really asked.
That’s a big issue, because Elric is an important client with enough purchasing power to push you closer to the surface with each successful business. His withdrawal is a tough setback, and it also means less money to afford the high-end medicines that Yan requires. Levi has every reason to be disappointed.
He leans in again, making his intentions clear. No more talking . This is what he does: he’s upset, he comes here. He’s particularly satisfied about a deal, he comes here. He’s not feeling anything at all, just drifting through the day and trying to find something to take him out of his numbness, his footsteps lead him to this same awaiting place with open arms and legs. This will never not be a mystery to you: why does he do it? Is it boredom, routine, distraction? And why do you keep letting him in? You can pretend not to know the answer to this last question, even though the truth of it has become increasingly hard to ignore.
His kisses become more pressing, hands working to open the buttons of your shirt, lips falling to your neck — good . He mumbles against your skin, finger drifting to draw patterns on the patches of your body he skillfully exposes. There’s a drunkenness to him that only becomes evident in moments such as these, which makes you think he actually likes this as much as you do. There’s lust in his stance, but also care — right?
You sigh and try to keep up, but the rushing thoughts slow your movements. It’s not that you’re starting to question this; it has more to do with the fact that you haven’t questioned this at all, ever since it started. Things just happened and kept on happening, and you told yourself that it was enough to go with the flow, just following wherever it would lead you. You don’t know what changed, exactly, but something seems to have, as the strong pounding of your chest every time he walks in would indicate; or the way you’ve been struggling to keep your hands to yourself in front of Isabel and Furlan, now, having to be extra careful not to let your excitement show when Levi’s fingers graze your skin or when Levi’s eyes flicker across the room to find yours.
“Aren’t you afraid Furlan will figure it out at this rate? He did say he’s onto us,” you recall the vow Furlan swore to see through only yesterday, trying to sound playful, both arms around Levi’s shoulders. Still holding him close in spite of your unexpected, spiraling doubts, legs opening to accommodate his body. He sighs and rests his forehead over your shoulder, leaning both hands on each side of you over the table. Sensing your hesitancy; frustrated about it? He raises his head to look at a spot beyond you, and you want to kiss his cheek. But you refrain yourself from doing it, because that would be purely affectionate, not at all seductive. Would he like it?
“It took months for him to even start suspecting,” he huffs. He seems tired, as the marks under his eyes would suggest. And he came here. Your heart aches inexplicably just from the sight of him, a disgruntling sensation. “At this rate, we’ll find our ways to the surface long before his slow head figures it out”.
And would that be so bad? , you bite your tongue before you say it. Not telling seemed to make sense when this abruptly started. It was never a decision, but something you ended up rolling along with, since it was easier to just keep it between you than to try to explain — hey, we’re casually fucking, is that cool with you?
But time passed — months that seem to hold the same worth of decades. Isabel is not a training girl Levi and Furlan took in anymore, but a steady part of the gang. And you’re not simply Isabel’s sister, but a close addition to the group and a constant part of their plans and ideas. You can’t see yourself parting ways with them, the closest to family you think you’ll ever get. None of you ever dared say the word to each other, almost afraid to jinx it; but it’s true.
So you want to say something about it, but you don’t know what . It’s been a thrilling secret, and maybe you should feel satisfied with that. But you want more , and you’re afraid he’ll keep getting comfortable with less , until whatever this is will just fade into nothing.
“I’m sorry for the deal,” you whisper instead, trying to remind yourself of why he’s here , convince yourself of a satisfying reason. It’s not just sex, but the comfort that exists in it. Deep down, he must know you understand , and that you’re someone he can share his frustrations with — which has happened time and time again, in the form of disgruntled, scattered admissions. You know him, and he knows you; that’s enough, or it has to be.
He doesn’t respond, but his eyes soften, his hand raising to hold your cheek in a way that is almost tender. When he kisses you again, you can feel the vibration of a hum pouring into your tongue, low and sultry, reaching out to spread through your whole body. Languidness takes over the previous rush, your hands bringing his face even closer, wanting to exist in the way your mouths meld together. He bites your bottom lip hard and licks it within a heartbeat, blurring the line between pain and pleasure until you’re unable to tell them apart. Unable to recognize your own voice, needy and breathy, whimpering his name in half agony, half rapture.
His left hand continues to cradle your face affectionately — you can tell yourself that —, tongue meeting yours in a slow dance. Your fingers dig into his hair, then wander down to feel the expanse of his chest, the shape of his muscles, almost cut-open and bleeding from the sharpness they meet in every corner of him. From the ethereal contour of his face to the honed sturdiness of his body, all of him seems to rip you apart and exposed, an incredibly gentle experience in spite of the deadliness. His hands are soft where they touch you, intent and so warm, drifting to rest on your thighs. Kneading, coaxing, thumbs circling the sensitive region of your lap until you’re dizzy and panting with want.
Your shirt is already half open from his previous efforts, enough of your cleavage showing for his eyes to get caught in it, simultaneously glinting and darkening with lust. He kisses his way down your throat and collarbone, his rhythm building into what it was before, desperate and hungry while he ravages your skin and leaves hidden marks on his wake. You almost cry out when his fingers graze your center, at the same time his lips close around your pebbled nipple over your thin undershirt.
So good , you can hear him mutter from time to time, nodding your head in earnest. He’s not much of a talker when you do this, but his occasional words of encouragement and appreciation are enough to make your insides melt. This is good , your mind repeats in a loop, too damn good , your shirt finally falling all the way down from your shoulder while you work to undo the buttons of his, completely intoxicated in him. His scent, the sweep of his tongue against your lips, the flexing of his arms when they pull you impossibly closer. You have all of this memorized by now, even if it feels new in every repetition.
You’re unraveling with every one of his low groans, the spark in his eyes raising too big of a fire that licks you inside and out, an exquisite burning. This is good , and you know him, don’t you? You know the effect he has on your body, the lowness of his voice, the bite of his clever statements as well as the softness hidden behind the harsh way in which he sometimes delivers his words. But you also know why he holds teacups from the top instead of the handle, the story of how hot liquid stained his clothes and scorched his skin when the delicate china snapped, making him too wary to trust it again. You know how he and Furlan met, the kind of childish alliance that only neglected kids can find in each other, growing into an unbreakable fellowship with every passing week, for years, now. You know that he hates his birthday and the way that it coincides with Christmas, reminding him of the kind of homely celebration he will never experience. The smell of death and the ache in his stomach at the small room he was confined to when too little to escape it, as well as the second desertion he was met with in his life when mysterious eyes turned his back on him for the last time.
You bury your head in the crook of his neck and sigh, letting the feeling of his hands on your breasts take over you completely, the familiarity of it all. The dangerous, delicious familiarity.
