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They were sitting on his living room floor, their schoolwork spread on the wooden center table. They were supposed to be to studying, but it was hard for her to focus. Her thoughts kept drifting away from the text in front of her and to that moment a couple weeks ago when they had been kissing on her bed, taking advantage that both her parents were still at work. She remembered how his mouth had traveled from her mouth down her neck and his hands had slowly unbuttoned her white school shirt and pulled the cup of her bra down to take one of her nipples on his mouth and his hand had reached down to rub her until a sweet current ran through her body and-
“Are you ok?” Levi’s voice pulled her out of her musings, “You look flushed.” He reached to place the palm of his hand against her forehead. “Warm too.”
She slapped his hand away, “I’m ok.”
He looked at her suspiciously but let it go, going back to his notes. At least one of them was able to focus. He had been like that since she met him, there was always a certain type of dedicated focus, a certain level of care, in which he approached everything he did no matter how menial or mundane the task. She mentioned it in passing one time and after some deliberation on his part he simply shrugged and said, “I supposed there is enjoyment in doing things properly.”
There were times he could be a little direct and clumsy with his words, but she supposed that she had grown to like that about him as well (sometimes). It had been sometime since they had found the time to be alone together, there usually was always something that required their attention or there was someone else with them. Mikasa enjoyed having him all to herself, even if they were not doing anything particularly interesting. She liked being in his space like this, to be able to admire his profile, the cute upturn of his nose and the sweet curve of jaw that still held a boyish charm to it. She could feel a warmth spread from her chest to her head and all the way down to the tips of her toes. She wondered if it was normal to want someone this much, to want to share many other boring afternoons like this one with someone. She wondered if he wanted that too.
Then she remembered the way in which he would sometimes look at her. With not just desire but something else, something that she was still not brave enough to name but it would leave her breathless, lightheaded, and little scared but incredibly pleased.
“What is wrong with you? You keep staring you creep.” She frowned at his words.
“I was just thinking,” she started saying as if he had not spoken at all, “that it’s been a while since we’ve been alone. I don’t have to be home, until later… your mom is at work.” She had his full attention now and she could feel her ears burning. “If…if you wanted, we, could you know. Do it.”
He did not say anything for a full minute, just stared at her, and she felt whatever courage she had before start to leave her. She felt embarrassed, and the start of the feeling of rejection was starting to set it. Before she could continue to dwell on her insecurities, she felt him pull her towards him and he was kissing her.
She could feel herself melting into him, her mouth receptive and welcoming against his. It was not long before she was on his lap straddling him and she could feel him pressing against her, and that excited her, making the heat in her lower belly spread and her legs squeeze his hips in anticipation. She felt his hands on her hips and he position himself so he could rub against her center more directly.
“For a second I you were going to say no.” She said when she broke their kiss to catch her breath. He gave her a funny look, “I don’t think there is anyone with blood running through their veins who would say no to you.”
He drowned her giggle in another kiss, and her hands started to unbutton his shirt, his skin warm and inviting under her fingertips. Her hands reach down to his pants, and that when he stopped her and asked, “Are we really doing this?”
“I want to.”
He pulled her up and into his room, as soon as his door closed, he was on her, his lips, his hands, he was everywhere. He helped her rid her of her shirt and Mikasa let her school skirt fall down her legs, leaving her in just her undergarments. This is when he took a step back to look at her, and she could feel some nervousness starting to set in. They had fooled around before and he had seen her, but never like this.
He suddenly looked like he could not decide where to put his hands first. He finally settled with grabbing her by her waist and pulling her to him. She could feel his hands caress her hips, her bottom, and up her back until he reached her back and unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts to him. She heard Levi let out a shaky breath and gently started guiding her towards his bed. He settled over her and their lips met again, gentle at first and then more demanding. She broke away to catch her breath, and his lips moved to her neck, where he latched on to that sweet spot that made her moan and push into him. She knew he was going to have a mark to cover later.
His trail of love bites continued down her chest, where he took his time kissing and licking her breast until she was pushing her hips up, trying to increase the friction between their bodies, her core aching for something else. His hand reached down between them, one of his fingers brushing gently against her slit, feeling how her arousal had damped her underwear. Her pushed her underwear to the side and started touching her how he had learned she liked best. He started with gentle touches, and then applied more pressure until she was moving against him, and she felt how he penetrated her with one of his fingers. Mikasa could not hold back a moan has she felt him take his middle finger out so that he could push in his index finger to coat it with her fluids. She was slick enough now that he was able to push in both his digits into her with ease. He continued to move his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing against her clit. She felt his fingers curl inside her she felt herself tighten, her toes starting to curl against the mattress. He hit that spot again and it was enough for the tension to finally brake.
Once she released his hand from between her legs, she felt him move to reach for something in his nightstand drawer.
‘Oh, right a condom,’ thought Mikasa when she saw the little square in his hand. She saw him take off his boxers and she could feel her nervousness return. She had seen him and touched him before, but now it was going to go inside of her. It suddenly looked more intimidating than it had in the past.
He started pulling her underwear down and she helped him by lifting her hips a little. He was kneeling on the bed between her legs, and he pushed her knees apart a bit more to better position himself. She saw him rolled on the condom on his member and her body started involuntarily tensing up. He started rubbing himself against her then leaned over her to kiss her, using his forearms to keep most of his weight of her.
He felt good against her, and she enjoyed the rhythm his hips set against hers. “Are you ready?” he asked against her lips. All she could do was nod her consent.
He reached down to align himself at her entrance, and she felt has the tip of his member slowly entered her. She tried to breathe and relax her body, but it was difficult to ignore the discomfort of being stretched. He pulled back and then pushed back in a little deeper inside her, his moan of pleasure some letting her know as a sort of consolation that it felt good for him. She pulled her knees towards her chest a little to get some relief, but her own movement pushed him deeper inside.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Mikasa” he groaned into her ear, his hips now pressed against hers, his whole length in her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he stayed still, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.
“Try to relax for me, love” he said, and she felt him give her a sweet peck on the lips, on the tip of her nose, her cheeks all the while whispering sweet nothings into her skin. She started coming back to him and responding to his attentions, the feeling of having him inside still unfamiliar but the discomfort had dulled enough that she felt the need to move.
“Ok, you can try moving now.” She did not have to tell him twice. He pulled out halfway then pushed back in before pulling almost all the way out of her before pushing back inside. She looked downed at their joined bodies and marveled at the novelty of it. It still did not really feel good for her, but with each thrust of his hips she could feel herself becoming more receptive, each time he slid back in it was a little easier.
“Oh, god,” She heard Levi say. His eyes were shut and that in addition to his sweaty forehead and the lovely blush that has spread over his face painted such a pretty for her. Seeing him like this, knowing it was because of her, gave her more confidence to be more proactive with her caresses and her movements.
She tilted her hips to meet him, and he hit a spot inside that had ripped a moan from her throat. He did it again and she could feel something stir inside of her, the promise of something marvelous. She felt his hands at her hips, his grip almost bruising, and he looked at her almost pleadingly.
“I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” he sounded strained and so lovely, and she could not help but wrapped her hands a little tighter around him and said, “Don’t.”
His movements became more frantic and lost rhythm, and when he came, the way her name fell from his lips was the best thing that she had heard in her life. He fell against her, as if all his energy had been drained from his body and she welcomed him, brushing back the hair sticking to his forehead and placing a kiss on his forehead. Mikasa let her hands caress his back soothingly.
When he finally caught his bearings, he pulled away from her and gently pulled his penis out of her body, a soft moan leaving her.
“You bled a little,” he told her as he got up and turned to make a rather shaky trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. She sat up at the edge of his bed and he was right, she had some blood on her thighs. When he came back, he kneeled on the floor in front of her and before she could say anything he spread her knees apart so that he could clean her with a damp towel.
Her shyness suddenly returned at his gesture, and she was almost overwhelmed by his consideration and by how intimate it felt.
“I’m sorry,” he said sitting next to her when he was done cleaning her. “I know wasn’t as good for you as it for me.”
“I liked it.” She said honestly, “It was a little uncomfortable at first, but then it got better. I know it will be even better next time.” That seemed to sooth whatever worries he had and with that they went on to reluctantly put their clothes back on. She had to be home soon.
“I don’t want you to leave.” He sounded almost whiny his arms pulling her close. She could feel her lips pulling into a smile at his words, and she understood. She also wished she could stay with him to continue to bask in the warmth of their newfound physical intimacy, to learn what it was like to fall asleep with him and have him be there when she woke up in the morning.
For now, however, this would do.
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Later, once she was back in her own room, Mikasa took some time to look at the marks he left on her body. Seeing them sent a thrill through her body and she could not find it in herself to feel any amount of regret in her decision to share her body with Levi. She knew they were both young and regardless of how they felt about each other right now, there were little certainties in life. But what she did know was that that moment, that first experienced belonged to them and she would always remember it.