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There was a certain, unmistakable spark of kinship when they saw each other in their nakedness for the first time. The others stood guard while the two of them were dismissed to be quick about washing their clothes and bodies from the muck and gore. When Marina glanced over and saw Levi nude with his furrowed brows and his hands squeezing water from his overalls, her words slipped - even though they silently agreed not to look or talk,
"We've more in common than we bargained for, it seems."
Levi glanced over, eyes scanning downwards from her pretty eyes to her somewhat flustered smile, to a quick glance at her body and a hurried turn of his head. He simply nodded, busying himself with his laundry and confused as to why he's smiling, too.
From then on she never left his mind. He'd turn his head whenever he thought he caught a whiff of her perfume - she smelled expensive to his untrained nose. Levi liked it a lot, actually. Only 'good' smells he could really compare it to were the cigarettes in the trenches - it was always a good sign if they had cigarettes, meant they could afford a luxury.
Marina was luxurious, especially compared to everyone else he's met since stepping off the train. She's headstrong and blunt, yes, but soft spoken with even softer hands. She radiated an unmistakable presence that he couldn't really place. It's not that she was loud, not that she was a leader, even. She was simply… Marina. He liked Marina.
And she was leagues above him. She seemed untouchable. The two of them were the same age, youngest among the entire group, barely legal bombshell, as Pav described her. Him, not so much. He always felt nervous around him, anxious for the moment he'd see through his clothes somehow and then he'll be a little orphan girl again.
Snapping back to reality, he looked up as Marina's hand sat on his chest. She seemed nervous, like she's only pretending she knows what she's doing.
Her pretty eyes took him in. She could tell he was distracted and overthinking. She was, too. She shifted her weight back a little - even though she's only barely bigger than him, he was so skinny, she was worried she'd bust his bones straddling his lap like this.
Levi's tired eyes met hers as his hands met her thighs, very slowly dragging upwards along the creases in the fabric of her skirt. He's done this before, actually, though so much sober. The first time, he shot a Bremen right before he shot the man next to him in the trenches. That night was a rare night they got to go back to camp, and the man whose life he saved surprised him with a woman in his tent, paid for in advance. She was more intrigued about his 'secret' (as she called it) than anything, the 'secret' that had him shower only once a week, hastily and in the dead of night. She touched him more than he liked, but he didn't want to be a disappointment to the soldier, who's name he didn't even remember. Every time after that? He was too high to remember a damn thing, but he made sure to always take the lead since then, quiet and awaiting orders.
Levi was way too sober right now, but he convinced himself Marina was intoxicating enough.
Marina, on the other hand, felt her confidence slip through her fingers, now that she was here. She was the one to propose this. They had nothing else to do, it was cold as hell, and the cabin was boarded up and as perfect as it gets in the middle of this damned festival of death and dying.
"I guess we should kiss first," she mumbled, and slowly leaned down to meet him, hair draping down from her head and framing his with warm locks. Her lips met his. He liked the texture of her - piercings and moles and whatnot. He wasn't even sure which was which until he saw her face so close.
To her, he was frustratingly quiet, when she pulled away after the first, almost chaste kiss, wondering if that was okay for him. Guide me, dammit, I've no idea what I'm doing.
Then his hand ran along her cheek. "...Sorry," he mumbled, barely audible, "...You're very pretty, Marina."
It made her feel like a schoolgirl with a crush all of a sudden, as he sat up, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight in his lap, "Let me take control, please." It was like he was begging. Like he needed this, to be in control of things for just this once. It was almost a similar tone to when she's heard him mumble that he desperately needs a hit. "I, uhm-" She cleared her throat, unsexily, "That sounds good, yeah."
Levi's pale, boney hands snaked back down, and up again, this time beneath her skirt. She really liked his hands - he actually smiled and called them 'spidery', but she insisted on it. A little shiver ran down her spine as he hiked her skirt up to her waist, then set his eyes somewhere better, her chest.
Marina obliged the silent command, biting her bottom lip as she leaned back and away and unbuttoned her formerly-white blouse and set it aside. Underneath was a meticulously padded white brassiere, which his snaking hands proceeded to push up so that her nipples met the cold air, perking in response.
"You're staring," she pouted, and removed the garment entirely, setting it aside with her shirt where the floor was relatively clean.
"Mmh," was all he had to say when his nose rubbed against her skin, and he simply stayed there, hands settling a little below her armpits as he thumbed at her nipples. When he licked upwards to her collarbone, she shivered with warm delight - his fingers teasing at her nipples had already sent bolts of pleasure southward. Marina was pretty much incapable of erecting - not that she minded, but the feeling was there, and much more present than she thought it would be.
Levi delighted in her gasps when his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, feeling her eyes looking down tenderly, fair skin buried in raven hair as she gently fisted it. He closed his eyes, he always felt like a baby when he did this to women, but it was kind of nice, in a way, and Marina seemed to like it a lot.
"Gods," she rasped, hips squirming forward and into him, knees scraping against the floorboards, "Won't you undress too?"
"...It's cold."
"Oh, rude," She chuckled sarcastically, before his touch was suddenly gone. He laid back again, focused now on unzipping his overalls. His chest was flattened and bound in fabric that wasn't quite his color. He held Marina's hip and helped her off his lap as he began to step out of his clothes.
"I was joking, I didn't mean you have to," she hurried to state.
"If it makes you more comfortable," Levi shrugged, genuine as ever. He laid back again, fabric pooled at his feet as the cold floor seared his shoulder blades, but it hardly mattered when a pretty woman leaned down and kissed him.
He reached up and held her cheeks, then moved his hands beneath her hair. It's soft, and smells faintly of sweet things he can't name.
"...Pretty…" Again in his monotonous mumbles. She was still half dressed, so he sat up again. They really were not much more than a pair of teenagers awkwardly sitting and trying to figure out how to have sex - at least in Marina's mind.
Marina sat back and removed her panties, deciding to keep the skirt on - if he's going to keep his underwear on, it's only fair. She sat back, avoiding his gaze as she slowly spread her legs, as women apparently do to entice men they're about to sleep with.
Levi closed the distance between them wordlessly (to her frustration - she was really hoping for some assurance), kissing her again, this time… Wetter, more desperate. He even squeezed his thighs together, as he placed two fingers in his mouth to wet them, then outstretched his hand to her.
"Spit on my hand."
She obliged. It was less a spit, more a weak dribble - maybe two dehydrated people can make up for one hydrated person's worth of saliva. Besides, it felt oddly intimate, to mix spit between mouths and hands alike.
Her breath hitched in her throat when his hand moved down, and she leaned her back to the wall. He laid kisses along her chest to distract her as his middle finger prodded her entrance, then sunk in slowly. One finger, exploring her from inside, until she was able to accommodate another, confirmed by a strained little "More," and a nod of her head.
Now, she knew he wanted to take the lead. By all means, it positively surprised her, but she wished he didn't act like she was made of glass. Her experience with other people may be little to none, but she's touched herself plenty.
"Levi," she murmured, and he rose his gaze to meet hers, "Please just fuck me."
It flipped a switch in his head, "Y-Yes..!" He got to work, shifting his weight forward and pinning her to the wall as he sat down on her soft thigh, slowly beginning to dryly roll his hips into it through his boxers.
His fingers fucked her properly now, moving in and out and upwards and downwards, pressing around until they found her prostate, and she threw her head back with a beautiful melody. He was quick to lean in and kiss her neck, half-consciously suckling a hickey into the crook that met her shoulder.
When a third entered her depths, Marina's hand reached down, fingertips carefully settling on her shaft - just to feel some manner of contact to fight against the burning heat of her core.
To Levi, her little grunts and moans were adorable. He liked how girly she was, it made him feel less of that in comparison. She seemed to awake a sort of primal masculinity in him - protect, provide, adore.
"Levi..!-"
He kissed her and she kept making muffled noises against his lips, legs kicking, heels of her shoes digging into the floorboards. She shuddered as she came, clear liquid spilling onto her navel and hand, which she gathered in limp fingers and subconsciously wiped against the floor. He tried to pull away and she kept him in the kiss, shuddering breaths against him as her heartbeat slowly stabled.
"Fuck," she swore, a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence if someone is watching, "Fuuuck." She repeated and kissed him hard in her post-orgasm high, fingering his hair as he slowly pulled his fingers out, to her disappointment.
"Hah, we should- We should do this again. I liked that. I like you."
"We can go again now if you'd like." He offered, not seeming to care for his own pleasure much.
"What about you?"
"...I prefer not to be touched, if that's alright. Not yet, anyway."
"Oh."
Perhaps once they make it out of here, then. Perhaps he'll let her touch him by then. Yeah, that sounds nice.
She brushed off what glistening liquid was left on her, before she could wipe that away, too, Levi took her hand and licked it off. He somehow looked simultaneously like a pathetic ugly puppy and like the hottest man she's ever met. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him as his questioning eyes awaited an answer.
“Yeah. I think I’d like that.”
"...Will you bend over for me, then?"
She stared at him for a moment - not what she expected at all from him. He's a treasure that keeps on giving. She hasn’t been this flustered in a while.
"Unless you don't want…" he trailed off when she stepped away from the wall on her hands and knees. He took her place leaning against it as she settled in front of him, quickly clearing debris from the floor with one hand before settling down on her elbows and arching her back a little to look enticing.
"This is kind of embarass…mmmfh." His hands were on her ass, spreading her open and sending a shudder up her spine. She was well loosened from earlier, he could nearly peer inside her if he wanted to. Instead he placed his hand on her lower back and sunk his thumb in. He really liked how Marina looked, with her hole prepped and her thighs rubbing together with her little cock between them - but he wouldn't tell her the last part, he wasn't sure she'd like that.
Gods, did Levi wish he had a cock, too. To penetrate her while she was all ready and loose for just that, to slam inside her, bruise her, and leave her with a twitching hole drooling with his seed. He doesn't understand magic, perhaps there's a sort of ritual to Sylvian that allows a swap of intimates… But he feared that wasn't the case, otherwise she would have brought it up by now.
What else can he touch her with?
Marina fell apart with a mewl when she felt what was unmistakably his tongue lapping at her entrance. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled her back, down against his face. She tried to look over her shoulder, having to swipe away at her hair, though she could only barely see the top of his head. Her mind flooded with thoughts of insecurity - she must be dirty at this point, she couldn't believe he'd do that. Isn't it foul? Is he okay with that?
Thoughts that slowly numbed as she melted around his tongue, dropping her head down to her forearms as she was held in place with his tongue exploring her pulsating entrance inside and out.
She cursed once more, whimpering and shutting her eyes, trying to focus on him, on the physical pleasure, not all the stupid other thoughts that tried to bring her down from enjoying this. She was being spoiled like a well loved princess, that's for damn sure. Levi is so sweet.
His fingers made dips in her thighs as he squeezed much harder, and he gave in to temptation - what should a man do in this situation? Someone like Pav, perhaps-
She yelped when his palm smacked hard into the soft skin of her cheek, then squeezed and then rubbed the red mark with slight hesitation.
"Gods, Levi," she couldn't help the laughter that came next, that kind of treatment doesn't fit him at all considering how he's been up to this point. Laughter that subsided into loopy moans when his burning flushed face pressed into her again and his tongue fucked her silly.
And then he pulled away and slid three fingers at once into her, curling them and scissoring them and-
Marina spilled, kind of pathetically, onto the floor. Not much liquid at all but it's impressive she even managed two. She collapsed, hardly caring anymore that the floor is kind of disgusting, as she felt his hands gently rubbing her back.
"Mmmkiss me, idiot." She hardly meant it. Levi is so pure, she almost felt bad for saying that, but she sure as hell wasn't getting up. He helped her roll over instead, and leaned down over her, kissing her between her tits first, then her chin, then her lips. He did good, he thinks. Maybe. Probably.
…Yeah.