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“Happy birthday,” Levi says as she kneels into the dirt, setting down a bouquet of peonies at her mother’s grave. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for a while…” she whispers, as if someone would overhear. Her fingers lightly brush over the weathered gravestone, a low sigh leaving her lips. 

There’s a lone rose beside the headstone, she notes. Has to be from Kenny. Levi hates that the bastard still has access to the place, but there’s nothing she can do about it. He comes and goes as he pleases and never while Levi’s there. 

Sighing heavily, she sits beside the stone, resting her head against it. It’s pointless to still visit, to talk into the empty air like a mental person. Whatever was left of her mother is long gone. Flesh and bone, nothing more than dust. 

Only her memories remain and even then… how long will they be within her reach? Her scent’s long faded from Levi’s recollection and if she didn’t still have a very worn out, old photo of her that she stole from Kenny years ago… she probably wouldn’t even remember her mother’s face anymore.

The older Levi gets, will her mother’s memory turn to ash with everything that once tied her to her humanity as well? 

Her favorite teas, flowers, the sound of her laugh… will it all be nothing more than a buzz? 

Erwin constantly reminds her of it, to collect mementos and other nonsense to preserve the memory of loved ones. Especially as a vampire.

Levi has none of that left.

Only her mother’s grave remains.

“I’m so tired…” she whispers to herself, shutting her eyes against the soothing breeze. The leaves rustle, crinkling and bringing a sense of comfort to her. It’s always peaceful in the cemetery at this hour. Not a lot of humans come by during this time of day, giving her the peace to sit here and dwell without unnecessary scents overwhelming her senses. 

“Maybe I’ll see you soon,” she mumbles quietly. “Do vampires go anywhere when they die?”

Who knows.

Levi can barely think through the ringing in her ears and pulsating behind her eyes. Erwin ensured her that once she was turned, there’d be no more pain….

Then again, she supposes that the promise strictly related to human ails. But vampire ones? 

Those will never fade. The insatiable hunger, the constant chill beneath the skin that can’t be fixed or comforted… that sort of pain lingers. Like death. 

Sighing heavily, she uses the headstone to hoist herself up and pat down her coat. 

“I’ll come back soon,” she murmurs, patting the stone absently. “Bring tea. Too cold to do that today.”

It’s so pointless. Talking to the dirt. Her mother’s not here. She’s gone.

And yet…what else does Levi really have left? This is the only place she can come to where it’s peaceful, away from people and their intrusive scents, their stares. 

It’s become a part of her routine — taking the cobbled path here, weaving between the aged buildings and houses, past the pier and through a wooded area to the cemetery and then back. She enjoys seeing the trees and flowers; some days, it’s the only living things she sees.

The walk back to the shared estate with Erwin and Pieck is a long one, especially with how exhausted she’s feeling these days. Winded, tired, aching. 

But it’s her own doing for refusing to feed as often as she should.

When she gets home, she’s drawn by the distant laughter and chatter from the reading room. Erwin never brings anyone home, he does his business in discrete locations. 

So curiously, she slips down the hall and toward the reading room.

“Levi!” She’s immediately greeted by Hanji, who throws themselves into her arms.

“Uh…hi…” she curiously looks over to find Erwin and…. “Pieck. You’re back from Italy?” She carefully pulls away from Hanji before Pieck feels threatened by another vampire near her human… even though Hanji is an unfortunately very touchy human.

Pieck lazily lifts her head from the couch. “Ah, Levi…it’s so nice to be back.”

“We had fun!” Hanji adds, heading back to the couch to plop beside Pieck. Instantly Pieck adjusts herself to rest her head in Hanji’s lap.

“Welcome back,” Erwin pats the spot beside him for Levi.

Levi rolls her eyes and pointedly heads to the armchair in the corner, sitting down and accepting the glass of wine that’s passed to her.

Silence falls for some reason. Erwin keeps staring at her. Damn eyebrows. 

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks, in that irritatingly concerned voice of his.

Levi shrugs. “Fine.”

Pieck’s now looking over to her as well, her brows knitted. “He’s right. Are you sure? You’re walking funny and your skin’s looking more ghastly than usual….”

Hanji suddenly gasps. “Are you ill?!”

Levi scowls. “Try not to shit yourself over it.”

“Can this happen?” Hanji excitedly asks Pieck. “Do vamps get sick? I have to note this down!”

“Not that I know of…” Pieck remarks, eyeing Levi suspiciously. Fucking hell. “Levi, when was the last time you drank?”

“This morning.”

Erwin deadpans. “You know what she means. Drank as in from an actual, living source.”

Levi sighs, resting back against the cushions. “Seven…”

“Days?” Pieck narrows her eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

“Months…”

“Levi.” Erwin suddenly sits up, his tone laced with urgency. “If it was anyone else they’d be dead by now, what’s the matter with you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Levi snaps, “it’s not up to you what I fucking do. If I don’t want to drink then I don’t. Drop it.”

Pieck frowns, getting up and sitting on the arm of the seat beside Levi. “It won’t just be death, you know this right?”

Levi sighs exasperatedly. Yes, she fucking knows. Ever since Erwin had turned her, relentlessly he had reminded her that if a vampire neglected to drink, they’d suffer the consequences. The lucky ones died, but a majority? They just suffered. The weakness, the tremors, the pain and even the aches of their old life would follow them. 

But Levi still can’t tolerate drinking from another person. It revolts her to no end. The touching involved, the effort of having to chase down the right blood source… she tries to keep it to a minimum of twice a year but that isn’t feasible. She knows this. The blood bags aren’t enough. Taking blood from the source is always going to be the more nutritious and vitalizing choice. If only it wasn’t so disgusting and intimate. 

It wasn’t just about taking blood for them, they always got…more with it. Feelings, memories and other crap. Little things that slipped through, making the process so…deep.

Maybe it’s because she’s the younger of the two, but she still can’t handle it. For those few moments that they feed, the connection that forms between them and their prey is…intolerable.

Levi still remembers her first. A woman that Erwin had helped bring to her. She still remembers sinking her teeth into the inviting flesh, desperate and frenzied with hunger, only to be struck with the paralyzing terror from the woman. Despite the compulsion from Erwin.

All she wanted was to return home to her baby. Her need to return to her baby had combatted the tranquility she was supposed to feel from being compelled.

Levi had torn away from her, throwing up the blood.

Since then, it hasn't been any different. Levi’s tried on so many occasions to take blood and to block off anything that might come with it but…something always slips through. It makes her feel filthy, overwhelmed.

Erwin didn’t really have a similar experience, or maybe he didn’t care. Pieck was able to completely block it out and she fed more sparingly compared to Erwin. 

And since her bond with Hanji, she hadn’t fed from anywhere else.

Even amongst vampires, Levi can’t seem to fit in.

“We can help,” Pieck offers, patting Levi’s shoulder gently. “Go hunting with you. Or if it’d be better…you could try to find someone long term. Like me.”

Levi sighs. “How often do you find a freak like them?” She nods her head at Hanji who grins. “It’s not everyday someone propositions a vampire to be their fucking pet.”

“Wait wait wait,” Hanji laughs, “I’m not a pet, although I wouldn’t mind it… I was very determined to get my research right. Lovely Pieck here just agreed.”

Pieck hums, smiling fondly. “Quiet, pet.”

Hanji grins, nodding excitedly. Ugh. 

“Case in point — weird ass,” Levi mumbles.

“You’d be surprised,” Erwin muses, “I don’t see the appeal of drinking from the same source I’ve already drank from but I’ve heard accounts of vampires being able to sustain themselves with one person but,” Erwin shakes his head, “it’s not for me, I’m afraid. I get something from each person I take from.”

Exactly the problem for Levi. She doesn’t want to get anything. 

“Ugh, you make it sound like they have a choice,” Levi grimaces. 

“I have an idea,” Hanji offers, “there’s an underground club hosting a party tonight. Miche texted me. You might find someone there. You know how it is, people get drunk, high, go home with anyone…”

Levi sighs. “I don’t want to go home with anyone. Why is that so hard to understand?”

“It’s worth a shot,” Pieck nudges her gently.

There’s not going to be a choice, is there?

They’re right, as much as Levi hates to admit. She’s been growing weaker and weaker, sleeping more, getting slower, and it’s becoming uncomfortable to exist in her own skin. Especially since for years she’s been enjoying the vitality of her new body, her senses.

But they’ve been dulled. She’s nothing more than a human who can’t be killed at this point.

“If it doesn’t work,” Hanji adds quickly, “then, at least it was worth a shot!”

They all look at her, waiting. Finally, Levi nods.

Pieck excitedly claps her hands and jumps up, yanking Levi up along with her. “We should go get ready! It’ll be so fun! Hanji, do you know what the theme is? We should try to match.”

Hanji shakes their head, pulling their phone out to quickly scroll. “Uh Miche said it looked like it was going to be goth…. gothic vibes? Goth chic? Win for the goths!”

“Perfect. You’ll fit right in with that pale ass face of yours,” Pieck teases, poking Levi’s cheek.

Levi swats her hand away with a frown. “I’m not that pale…”

“Come on,” Pieck grabs Hanji’s hand, too. “Sorry Erwin, you can get ready by yourself.”

Erwin waves them off as Pieck drags both Hanji and her upstairs to her wing of the estate. 

They each have one.

Levi in her own, Erwin in his, and Pieck has her own, too. 

Hanji stays there when they visit, even though they have their own apartment. Although from what Levi had heard of it last, it had become more of a lab/office space. Levi still doesn’t understand the obsession with vampires.

Levi zones out somewhat while Hanji and Pieck raid the walk-in closet, throwing out outfit upon outfits. Honestly? She just wants the day to be over.

She used to have more fight in her, sometimes she misses it. Seeing a point in everything. She’s turned into a passive piece of shit like Kenny. 

Pieck and Hanji fuss over her, helping her card through outfits, and despite their persistent nagging, she refuses jewelry. The tight mini skirt Pieck forces on her is already pushing it. 

They both insist that the more revealing her clothes are, the better her chances of getting a ‘catch’. 

They’re more excited than she is. But even if the night fails, at least they can’t blame her for lack of trying. Because honestly, Levi’s not convinced she’ll find someone decent to drink from at this club. They’re typically all shitty and horny drunks. What’s there to gain from that? 

It’s too late to back out now. She’ll just have to see it through.

It’s loud, that’s the first thing Levi notes. Loud and grimy and disgusting. The amount of sweating bodies that rub against her as they walk through the club… god, it’s sickening. It’s crowded as fuck. And yet Hanji and Pieck immediately look like they’re having fun, and Erwin easily slips into the crowd, finding himself some unsuspecting man to drag into the dark corners.

Levi wants to go home.

For the first hour, she stays close to Pieck and Hanji… until they’re lip-locked, which makes everything horrible and awkward so she slips away, unwillingly joining the crowd of writhing, glittering bodies. 

Everyone’s dazzled up, jumping and grinding and grabbing. She doesn’t even know who grabs her, but multiple times people take her hand, pull her close and try to initiate something, which she immediately shuts down.

There’s only so much she can handle. Between the stuffy air, and the aggravating music, the touching feels like a thousand needles digging into her skin. 

This is more than she bargained for. It’s also not what she wants to be doing on her mother’s birthday. She should’ve stayed at the fucking cemetery… 

But if she doesn’t find someone prospective here, the next few days are going to be hell. The tremors will definitely start then. The fact that she’s held out for this long is a feat in itself.

By the second hour, she finally makes it to the bar and slumps against the counter defeatedly. Her senses are being assaulted from every direction. She doesn’t understand how Pieck and Erwin are enjoying themselves.

“Not your night?” Miche asks with a smirk. Levi scowls, glaring at him pointedly.

Miche, the only other human who knows about them… although he’s a strange person, wrapped up in all the lore of their kind. Other kinds as well from what Erwin had cryptically mentioned, but Levi refuses to delve into that.

“Not really,” she finally answers as Miche pushes over a glass. 

“Drink. It’ll get better. It’s a big crowd.”

Pieck and Hanji soon join, stumbling over each other and giggling. Levi notes the light flush to Pieck’s cheeks. She must’ve drank from Hanji.  

“Why don’t one of you just pick someone for me?” Levi mumbles half heartedly. She feels too defeated to go out and try to find someone. No one’s scent has appealed to her in the least.

“It’s so much better when they come willingly to you,” Pieck muses, stroking Hanji’s hand with a smirk. “Especially if they feel aroused, that’s when their blood tastes the freshest.”

Levi scowls. “Now I have to fuck them too?”

Pieck shrugs. “With how long you’ve gone without feeding, you’re going to need all you can get. The better they feel, the less you have to take. It’s easier if you don’t make bodies. Less of a hassle.”

“What’s a hassle?” Erwin stops by Levi’s other side.

“Bodies.” Hanji answers with a grin. God, there’s nothing human about this crazy bitch.

Erwin hums sagely. 

Levi grimaces. “You’ve got blood on your lip…”

“My bad,” Erwin quickly dabs at it with a napkin, “my meal was scrumptious.”

“You’re disgusting,” Levi scowls, “and don’t say scrumptious, ugh.”

Pieck and Erwin laugh at her but she ignores them both, turning around to look over the sea of bodies. All these people and not a single person called out to her. But if she’s going to do this, it has to be right.

And yet.

Is this it? Is this the universe telling her to tap out quietly? 

Maybe she should. Every bit of time she’s had has been borrowed. Maybe this is all the time the universe was willing to offer her.

It wouldn’t be a bad way to go… to just let her body naturally give out.

This isn’t the kind of thing she should be thinking in a club. She should be focused on the people, all the scents, the music playing so loudly it vibrates her bones — and yet, nothing. She feels none of it. She’s not feeling the rush Pieck often gushes about, she’s not feeling the exhilaration that Erwin describes so often from his “hunts”, she feels… hollow.

Neither human, nor vampire. Constantly trapped between her last heartbeat and nothingness. A shell. 

As she’s about to accept her last drink for the night and just go home to her blood bags, an overpowering scent overwhelms her senses. So much so that she stumbles.

Through the entire crowd of sweating, disgusting humans and their artificial scents… there’s one that hits her to a dizzying degree.

Her eyes wildly search the crowd. Where did it come from? 

Who? 

And then she sees her.

The music mutes to a distant hum in her buzzing ears, the swirling and distracting bodies become nothing more than patterns in her peripheral as she zeroes in on the mouthwatering scent. 

What is it?

It’s not just blood…it’s something more.

Raspberry? It’s something floral, fruity and so, so good. 

Pieck talked about this once. Hanji’s scent. Levi never smelled it, all Hanji smelled like to her was fucking parchment and disgusting coffee. But not to Pieck.

Levi’s eyes trail after the woman who smells so mouth-watering. She’s not too far down the bar, on her phone. The brightness from the screen illuminates a pair of haunting, emerald eyes. God, and her jaw…. her hair falls perfectly just there, barely ticking her neck.

God, that neck. Levi’s mesmerized.

“Levi?” Erwin’s voice suddenly brings her back and she blinks, the glimmer fading and the swirls slowly starting to whir back into motion as she’s slammed back into the club. “What’s got you—ah.”

Levi looks to find the group staring at her. She forgot she wasn’t alone. All of their eyes follow her line of sight and they fall into an annoying chorus of ‘oooooh’s’. 

For the first time in a really long time, something churns in her chest. 

“Is that the one?” Pieck asks gently, leaning closer to look over. “She’s pretty.”

“What if she’s not looking for anyone?”

Pieck shrugs. “Just compel her a little bit. The rest will happen naturally.”

Levi shakes her head stubbornly. “No. I want to make this work myself.”

Erwin has an irritating, punchable smirk on his face. “You changed your tune rather quickly.”

Levi scowls. “Shut up, nothing’s changed. I will feed and then go home.”

“Then….you won’t mind if I have a go at her after you’re done?”

Levi’s body acts on its own, her hand immediately grabbing at Erwin’s throat before she can think better of it. “She’s mine,” Levi growls, her nails digging in Erwin’s skin. 

Erwin takes no offense, holding his hands up in surrender. “I had no intentions, I just wanted to prove you wrong.”

Scowling, she releases Erwin. Patronizing fuck. She should punch the shit out of him but she doesn’t want to look like a brute in front of the pretty woman. So, she abstains. Might still do it later, who knows. For now, she has something better to do. Looking over curiously, she studies the woman, and the way she seems so absorbed in her phone like there isn’t a whole club around her. Did she come with anyone? Maybe not. Either way…

It doesn’t matter. Levi wants her. 

“Miche, could you send her a drink for me?”

Miche nods, smiling cryptically and preparing a mystery cocktail Levi doesn’t care to ask about. 

Levi watches as Miche walks to the other side of the bar and sets the drink down in front of the unsuspecting woman, who looks up with so much hostility. All it does is make Levi want her even more. That anger….it's delicious, it’s alive. Levi feels fucking parched. She’s suddenly all too aware of the dryness in her throat and the tightness in her chest.

It’s then she realizes she’s…nervous? 

What an off-putting sensation. She’s actually nervous. She wants the woman to… want her back. Never in a hundred years did she think she’d ever feel this way. 

Miche says something to the woman and she looks over with a glare, her eyes instantly landing on Erwin with pure hatred before Miche says something else and her eyes fall to Levi instead. 

Oh.

It feels as though the breath’s been knocked out of her. 

Those gorgeous eyes soften and finally, the drink is accepted. Wow.

“You should go over,” Pieck nudges her with a grin.

“And then suck her neck,” Hanji adds unhelpfully.

Levi deadpans. “We’ll see. I don’t know yet.”

Yes she does. She wants her. She needs her. Levi knows once she has the woman alone she won’t be able to keep her hands off of her.

Taking a deep breath, she brushes a hand through her long, silky black hair. Pieck insisted on putting it up but she refused. Her mother always wore her hair down and she’d been the most beautiful like that, so Levi will do the same. She hopes it will work in her favor now.

Stepping away from the group, she approaches the lone woman and gives Miche a look to fuck off.

“If you don’t like the drink, blame him,” Levi speaks up, leaning against the counter to study the woman closer. She’s even better looking up close. A goddess, really. Levi can’t tear her eyes away from her. “Are you here with anyone?”

It’s a regular question, Levi hopes. People ask if strangers in a club are here with anyone to assess their relationship status before they make a move, right? Well, Levi hopes so. She wouldn’t want to already look strange in the eyes of the mesmerizing woman she hopes to seduce.

“I’m here with my sister,” the pretty woman says, a small smile dancing on her lips. Wow. Levi is obsessed with the way it curves. “She’s dancing with her stupid boyfriend.”

“No stupid boyfriend for you?” Levi teases, tilting her head and admiring how pretty those green eyes look from up close.

“Ew,” she grimaces. “No. Men are gross.”

Oh. Levi smirks. They’re definitely going to get along. She reaches over, gently brushing loose strands of hair behind the pretty woman’s ear. “Good. Something we can agree on. I’m Levi… what do I call you?”

“Eren,” she says, cheeks pink. Oh, she’s definitely blushing. Levi is tempted to ask if she came with a partner in general but… Eren would’ve mentioned that when Levi asked about the boyfriend, right?

“Pretty,” Levi leans closer, dropping her voice to a whisper, “hopefully it’s a name I’ll be saying a lot tonight…” 

Too forward? Maybe. Or maybe not. With the way people tried to grab and touch her without saying a word, Levi figures some slightly more aggressive flirting in here isn’t too direct. Either way, she wants to get to the point. She wants Eren to know her intentions. Or is that too proper and a little mystery would be needed?

“I don’t do this often,” Levi adds. “I don’t know why I need to say it but…I don’t. My friends dragged me here.”

Eren hums. “Is that a line you say to all the girls?”

Cheeky. Levi smirks, watching Eren carefully. “No, you’re just special.”

Now that sounds like a corny one liner but Levi doesn’t remember the last time she spoke to a person outside her immediate circle. So that makes Eren pretty damn special.

Eren takes a sip of her drink, humming appreciatively. “This isn’t bad, actually. You wanna try?” She offers, moving the drink so the straw faces Levi.

Levi nearly says something terrible like, she’d rather drink it from Eren’s mouth. But that might actually be too soon, so she leans in close and sips from the straw instead. Honestly, it… barely tastes like anything.

Although being a vampire didn’t completely kill her appetite for other things, it significantly muted her taste for it and her desire. Alcohol is one of the few things she can still taste, but this is hardly a strong drink. 

“It’s good…but I think I’d rather watch you drink it, you have pretty lips,” Levi muses, eyeing Eren appreciatively. Her scent is mouthwatering.

“Do I?” Eren chuckles, sipping from her drink once more. “You sure you don’t do this often?”

“I really don’t,” Levi smiles, looking over to the group doing their absolute best not to look at her. But they fucking suck, and of course, they’re being obvious as hell. “See those losers over there? They’re so damn excited. I haven’t left the house like this in ye—a while.” She clears her throat, uncomfortably tucking a loose hair behind her ear. She’s losing her momentum. 

Slipping closer to Eren, their shoulders bump. “I mean it,” Levi whispers, meeting Eren’s eyes, “you stood out to me, I had to come and see you. When you see something beautiful… you can’t help but want a second, closer look.”

Eren smiles, in an almost secretive way. She stares down at her drink, swirling it using the straw. “And you like what you see?”

“I do,” Levi tells her. “There’s a lot to like. I bet I could find even more of what I like but…there seems to be a lot of barriers in the way.”

Not the most subtle way of getting to the point but… oh, Levi’s really losing herself to this. Maybe that’s why Pieck is so strange with Hanji. Levi’s starting to understand why. Is this what being alive had felt like? She wouldn’t know. She doesn’t remember spending a single day in good health before she was turned.

“You’re very forward,” Eren chuckles, downing the rest of her drink before she turns towards Levi and nods. “Okay. I’m in.”

“You’re in?” Levi teases, slipping closer to the addictive body heat. It calls to her. “Just like that? I had so many more liners planned.”

“You can tell them to me later,” Eren offers, standing from her seat. Oh. She’s tall. Levi finds that very attractive. She’s not sure why. She usually hates tall people. But since it’s Eren…

“Do you wanna dance?” Eren suddenly asks.

What a horrible idea. Levi’s sure she has two left feet, but if this means being pressed against this goddess of a woman… yes, she can fucking dance.

Wordlessly she takes Eren’s hand, lacing their fingers together and tugging her to the dance floor until they’re submerged into the mass of dancing, swirling bodies. She presses closer to Eren, their faces inches apart. Slowly, she runs her hands up Eren’s arms until they’re at her shoulders. She can’t help but teasingly twirl her finger in the lock of hair that’s fallen over Eren’s ear. It’s so ridiculously soft.

“If you wanted me pressed close, you just had to ask,” Levi teases. 

“Didn’t I?” Eren asks, placing her hands on Levi’s waist and pulling her even closer until their bodies are flush, her breath tickling Levi’s ear. “What do you think this is for?”

“Without excuses…” Levi points out, tilting her head the slightest. Her lips graze Eren’s cheek. The simple motion sends a wave of heat through her body. Not something she often feels. 

Is this why Pieck does it? To feel alive? Erwin never talks about it though, so what makes this different? Are some humans just compatible with vampires? 

Levi doesn’t care to decipher this right now. Her mind’s slowly turning into mush as she turns around in Eren’s hold, pressing back against Eren’s hips. Even though they’re not really dancing and mostly just swaying against each other, she can’t deny how addictive it feels to have Eren’s chest pressed to her back or the feel of her hands splayed over her hips, just barely grazing at the skin from where her shirt has ridden up.

Even through the distracting music thrumming through her, the hum of Eren’s blood calls to her. The only sound that she’s interested in is the gradually quickening beat of Eren’s heart.

The urge to bite is taking prominence in her mind.

Not yet.

For once Levi’s enjoying herself, so much so that the prospect of sustaining her own life barely crosses her mind.

“Do you live close?” She finds herself asking, turning around in Eren’s hold to loosely wrap her arms around her neck. The sudden closeness of their faces seems to flush Eren, the confident look momentarily dissolving into a more bashful one that Levi very much enjoys seeing. So teasingly, she presses her lips to Eren’s jaw. Her skin is as soft as Levi thought it would be. 

Her poor companion seems to be struggling to answer her question. Sweet. Eren’s breath hitches. “Yeah…”

Good. They won’t have to do this here. Levi wants to take her time. Especially since she likely won’t be doing this again for… a while.

Unless….

This wouldn’t even work. Hanji was insane enough to make it work but what if Eren freaks out? Who the fuck wants to be a living blood bag for someone? 

But this isn’t something to dwell on right now.

Levi slides her hand up to cup the back of Eren’s neck, threading her fingers through the soft strands of hair. “Do you want to kiss me, Eren?” She asks, brushing her lips against the corner of Eren’s mouth. “I’d like it if you did.”

The bashful look vanishes, replaced by determination and heat. Eren answers in the form of a kiss, the furthest thing from delicate and possibly the hottest thing that’s ever happened to Levi. There’s so much passion, so much fire, so much heat . Eren devours her mouth, cupping her face to pull her even closer as she kisses Levi like her life depends on it. 

Her tongue prods at Levi’s lips and she parts them with ease, their tongues brushing against each other. Her knees go weak when Eren sucks, the kiss turning into something frenzied, desperate and primal.

Levi’s loving every second of this. She never thought she would. Kissing disgusted her just as much as drinking blood did, but at least blood was giving her life, what exactly would kissing get her aside from unnecessary slobber?

But this is the farthest thing from that.

Their lips meet in kiss after kiss, tongues and teeth. It’s the most erotic thing Levi has experienced. To feel someone lusting for her. Heat shoots between her legs and she groans into Eren’s open mouth. With each passing moment, she’s only getting wetter. 

She moves one of her hands to Eren’s waist, tugging her closer. Their bodies move in sync, Eren’s thigh slotting between Levi’s legs underneath her skirt and pressing against her. Levi grinds shamelessly, moaning quietly and sinking her teeth into Eren’s lower lip. Hints of blood coat her tongue and god, it’s sweet . Sweeter than anything she’s tasted in these past few months.

“Eren…” she groans against those sinful lips. “Too many people here…” she murmurs, tugging at her hair. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Eren says, taking Levi’s hand before they move through the sea of bodies, Eren doing an excellent job of pushing everyone aside. 

Levi smiles, trying to keep up with Eren’s hurried pace. She’s a woman on a mission, Levi likes that. She was right for not wanting to compel her. Compelling takes so much out of the passion. 

“Do you often steal girls away from the club?” Levi teases, falling into pace with Eren once they step outside.

“No,” Eren says, dragging Levi to the parking lot where she stops beside a motorcycle and hands Levi a helmet she doesn’t know Levi doesn’t need. “You’re just special,” she adds, a bright grin on her lips.

“Cheeky.” Levi slips closer, grabbing Eren by the throat and pulling her into a kiss that barely muffles Eren’s surprised moan. Once she’s satisfied, she slips the helmet on and gets behind Eren. 

There’s something extremely exhilarating about this. Levi is more than happy to wrap her arms around Eren’s waist, something she notes Eren easily welcomes from the way she tightens Levi’s hold around her.

The ride is a brief one. But Levi’s honestly not even sure. She feels intoxicated from the arousing scent drifting off of Eren that’s only been getting deeper and sweeter. 

Levi doesn’t care to note where they are. From the moment they arrive at their destination and reach inside the apartment, Levi claims Eren’s lips into a deep and hungry kiss before they’ve hardly made it through the door.

“Do you live with anyone?” Levi asks breathlessly. Just in case she’s in the middle of drinking from Eren. The last thing she wants is for the mystery sister to walk in on that. 

“No,” Eren answers, just as breathless, before she pulls Levi closer and crashes her lips against hers once more. Electricity shoots through Levi. 

This just isn’t enough. She pins Eren to the wall, tugging at the unnecessary layer of clothes as her teeth latch onto Eren’s neck, but she doesn’t bite. The urge is there, stronger than before and mind-numbing but it’s still too early. Too soon. She doesn’t want this to end. She wants to feel more of Eren, she needs to. More than she needs blood.

“You should take these off,” she whispers, sucking a mark beneath Eren’s jaw. “I want to feel you on me…”

Eren hums. “You should remove them, then.”

“Bossy,” Levi clicks her tongue, slipping her fingers under Eren’s shirt only to pause in surprise. No bra. Fuck. That’s so hot. Eren’s warm skin contrasts very nicely with Levi’s colder one. She pulls away briefly to tug Eren’s shirt over her head before leaning in to trail kisses from her collarbone down to her chest where she bites into the soft flesh with a low moan. 

God.

She needs more.

Her hands grip at Eren’s pants, and for an embarrassing moment she struggles with the ridiculous buttons in her haste but when she manages, she tugs them past Eren’s waist, dropping to her knees as she does. Her eyes drift up to meet Eren’s and she smirks.

“I want to taste you,” she presses a kiss to Eren’s thigh, licking at the skin. Her blood calls to Levi, so much so that it’s making her dizzy. 

Eren’s hand slips into her hair, finger combing through the strands before she lets out a shaky exhale, her eyes glazed with lust. “Go ahead,” she says, voice all hoarse and husky.

Levi could cum from that alone. Fuck. Exhaling shakily, she leans closer and brushes her lips against Eren’s inner thigh before hiking it up carefully and letting it fall over her shoulder. She presses her face between Eren’s glistening thighs, running her tongue over the warm wetness. Flattening her tongue, she teasingly runs it along Eren’s entrance, digging her fingers into the soft flesh of her thigh. She wants Eren marked. In every way that it’s possible for Eren to be marked.

“You’re so wet,” she whispers, “just from the kissing?”

Eren’s face flushes and she tugs at Levi’s hair, a small groan leaving her lips. “It’s been a while, okay…”

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” Levi murmurs, brushing her tongue over Eren’s throbbing entrance once more, teasingly pressing into her, “I’m also wet…really wet…” she slips her hand past the tight skirt Pieck gave her. Her fingers brush against the wetness gathering and she pulls her fingers out, experimentally slipping them inside of Eren as she sucks lightly on her hardened clit. “See? You’re not alone.”

“Fuck,” Eren curses, her head leaning back against the wall. “You’re so hot.”

What an ironic set of words. But Levi’s too far gone to find any amusement in it. She slowly moves her fingers inside of Eren, going between sucking and licking her clit as she curls her fingers inside the tight warmth that’s driving her up the wall. She’d never taken herself for someone who’d be very invested in physical intimacy and the shameless displays from Pieck and Hanji had proven her correct, but this….

Levi needs more. It’s not even about the blood anymore. She’s addicted to the way Eren’s scent spikes, how her heart races every time Levi presses her fingers in deeper and how perfectly her body curls as she arches into Levi’s touch. 

So perfect. All for Levi.

“I’m close,” Eren moans, tugging at Levi’s hair and grinding down against her fingers and her mouth, her thigh starting to tremble on her shoulder. “Fuck, Levi, you’re so…”

Whatever she was about to say dissolves in her mouth to make space for a cascade of high pitched moans as Eren cums with a sob, pressing against Levi’s mouth with sheer desperation as she rides out her orgasm and definitely tries to get another one out immediately after. 

Levi doesn’t mind in the least. This is the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to her, which is a sad thing for a vampire to think considering how long they live… But even if she had experienced life the way Erwin or Pieck had, it wouldn’t compare to this. It wouldn’t compare to Eren’s sweetening scent, how harshly she tugs at Levi’s hair as she tries to squeeze out another orgasm and how her body writhes so beautifully. Levi doesn’t mind being used for Eren’s pleasure in the least.

When Eren’s hold loosens on her hair, Levi pulls away and stands carefully, wrapping an arm around Eren’s waist to steady her.

“You okay?” Levi asks, kissing at her neck and sucking a light mark into the soft skin. She’s going to definitely take blood from there later. 

“Yeah…” Eren mumbles, holding onto Levi and slumping against her before she groans and starts tugging at Levi’s shirt. “Why are you still dressed…”

“I really wanted to get a taste of you,” Levi whispers, pulling away to yank her shirt over her head and unzip the skirt, shimmying out of it impatiently. “There, happy?” She presses back against Eren, breathing out shakily at the sensation of burning heat that travels all over her body. Eren is ridiculously warm and Levi can’t get enough of it. 

Her warmth, her scent, her touch. 

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Eren suggests breathlessly, taking Levi’s hand before she drags her down the narrow hallway and into the first door on the right, slamming the door shut with her foot. Her lips are back on Levi’s instantly, backing up towards the bed until she sits on it, bringing Levi onto her lap. “You should ride my face,” Eren says, hands grabbing onto Levi’s hips as she attacks her lips with her own. Hot, heavy and all teeth but Levi doesn’t care. “It’d be hot.”

Levi moans quietly against Eren’s lips, grinding down against her to get some semblance of relief from the throbbing between her legs. It’s never been like this. Arousal’s been a completely foreign thing to her, even in her human years. But Eren…god, Levi’s completely forgotten she was doing this for blood. She wants more. And Eren wants to give it to her.

“Okay…” Levi breathes out, sucking on Eren’s lower lip as she pushes her down onto her back. She climbs over Eren’s body, situating herself on top of her face. Fuck. This is….extremely exposing. Despite how pleased Eren looks by their positions. 

“Are you comfortable?” Levi asks hesitantly, even though she probably shouldn’t give a fuck about how comfortable a human feels but… ugh, she’s not Erwin. She gives too many fucks.

Especially about Eren.

“I’m comfortable,” Eren says, hooking her arms around Levi’s thighs, fingers softly digging through the sensitive flesh. “Let me eat you out. Ride me.”

It’s the pleading in her sweet tone that does it for Levi. To hear such utter desperation to give pleasure, to serve…. fuck.

Levi flushes, nodding slowly and seating herself down on Eren’s face. Immediately she gasps at the slippery warmth that slides into her. She instinctively moves up but Eren keeps her locked in place, moaning and sucking on her clit like her life depends on it. 

“Fuck, please…. god,” Levi doubles over, gasping and gripping at the headboard. She winces at the cracks that appear and loosens her hold, moaning and rolling her hips against Eren’s mouth. “You…don’t waste any time,” she breathes out, quick and heavy.

“Nope,” Eren says in the short moment where she takes a break to breathe before she continues her ministrations, slipping her tongue in and out of Levi at an unforgiving pace. 

Fuck. Levi can’t believe this human’s rendered her breathless and sent her mind into a state of frenzy.

“You’re….doing good,” Levi praises quietly, slowly rising and falling with quiet moans. The tightening heat in her stomach only intensifies. She doesn’t know if it’s because Eren’s scent is sending her over the edge, if eating her out earlier against the wall did it for Levi or if it’s just because she’s been untouched for so long that the slightest flick of Eren’s tongue sends electrifying jolts through her. 

All she knows is that she’s never felt this alive, not even when she was human.

“Eren,” she breathes, arching her back and rolling against Eren’s eager mouth, “don’t…don’t stop. Fuck…”

Eren doesn’t answer, this time. She goes back to her clit, licking and sucking and fuck, biting at it. It’s barely a graze of her teeth against the sensitive nub, but god , it makes Levi’s eyes roll back in pleasure. 

Her head falls back and she tightens her hold on Eren’s hair, her moans crescendoing louder. In any other scenario she would’ve been fucking embarrassed by the involuntary sounds ripping out of her, but the things Eren is doing with her tongue…

Fuck.

Levi could get addicted to this. 

“Eren…” she moans out, looking down with a flushed face. 

Oh fuck.

Eren’s watching her.

And then Eren plunges her tongue back inside of her, and Levi gasps and grips harshly at the headboard, splintering more of it as her orgasm washes over her in sudden, euphoric waves that have her clenching her thighs tightly around Eren’s head.

But Eren doesn’t stop. Eren’s determined to kill her, apparently. She digs her blunt nails into Levi’s thighs to a painful degree to keep Levi still and she… lets her. She’d never allow herself to get handled like this before. But Eren… fuck, Levi doesn’t understand why Eren gets this allowance but she doesn’t care enough to question it. Not when another wave of sudden, euphoric spasms roll over her, rendering her breathless as a second climax crashes through her.

Her mouth falls open, her quiet moans barely audible over the obscene wet sounds coming from Eren’s mouth. 

“Eren,” she breathes out the name like a prayer, “I can’t…fuck…” she pants heavily, rolling her hips over Eren’s tongue faster and faster despite her words. The overstimulation is driving her insane but she needs more, fuck, she needs more. This is better than blood. This could sustain her, she’s sure.

She sees white when another orgasm washes over her and it’s only then that she pulls away from Eren, her thighs trembling and her body numb.

“No more,” she pants, “fuck…your tongue isn’t human.”

Eren grins underneath her, lips and chin drenched. “Yeah? You liked it.”

“Brat…” Levi slips down, her thighs protesting as she straddles Eren around the waist, leaning down to connect their lips into a deep kiss. It should disgust her to feel so much wetness against herself but…all it does is turn her on more. “Are you pleased with yourself?” She asks, breaking away from the kiss long enough to latch onto Eren’s neck. Eren’s blood would be the sweetest right now but…

Not yet.

“Yeah,” Eren moans, slipping her hand through Levi’s hair. “You tasted really good.”

Levi snorts. Right. Well she’s sure she didn’t taste like peaches and cream but…what the fuck does a vampire taste like? She’s not going to ask. She slips down beside Eren, kissing her ravenously and slipping a tongue past those devious lips. Playfully she nips at Eren’s tongue, moaning at the taste. 

“I don’t want the night to end,” she admits, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of Eren’s lips. 

“Who says it has to end?” Eren asks, wrapping an arm around Levi and pulling her closer. “I’m only giving you a short five minute break. I intend to fuck you after.”

Levi scoffs. “You’re giving me a break? Oh please. You wouldn’t last with my stamina. I intend on fucking you until you pass out.” Well that was juvenile. Levi flushes immediately. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was competitive.”

“That’s okay,” Eren grins. “That was hot.”

What an unbearably cute human. Levi strokes her cheek, her nail grazing at the soft skin. She’ll have an opportunity later. She came here for blood. 

“You find a lot of what I do hot,” Levi points out with a small smile, wrapping an arm around Eren’s waist. “Do you like me that much?”

“Yeah,” Eren easily admits, looking at Levi with so much want.

A level of honesty Levi didn’t expect from someone she dragged home from a club. Her only experience with this sort of thing is Erwin’s insane retellings, and from what she can tell…this sort of thing never happened.

Then again, maybe Erwin wouldn’t have said anything if it had happened.

But as far as she knows, this sort of impulsive and irrational behavior humans partake in for the sake of chasing thrill and pleasure usually ends abruptly and with zero conversations.

And yet, that’s not what’s happening here…

Eren’s response is sincere and raw, it leaves something foreign churning in Levi’s chest. She’s too afraid to delve into it. She might find something she doesn’t quite know what to do with.

“You’re strange,” Levi murmurs, cupping Eren’s chin and gently brushing her thumb over the bruised lower lip. “Well, what I want right now is for you to kiss me.”

Eren grins, leaning closer and pressing a soft, yet passionate kiss to Levi’s lips. It’s easier to focus on how Eren makes her feel physically than anything else right now. 

It’s not difficult in the least. Eren’s lips are sweet, inviting and so, so eager. Levi could die happy right here. She moans, twisting herself and getting back on top of Eren despite the burning ache in her thighs. Even the pain feels good; she’s finding that she quite likes it up here. Then again, any position that has her pressed up against the furnace that is Eren would make her happy. 

She sucks on Eren’s lower lip, nipping at it hard enough to draw blood. It’s not enough. Hardly a drop, and yet it sends a rush through her. Of course her blood would be just as addictive as the rest of her.

Levi already enjoyed a taste of Eren in other ways, why wouldn’t she enjoy her blood? 

Levi breaks from the kiss, breathing heavily. “Do you have anywhere to be tomorrow?” A very suspicious and murdery question to ask, but, whatever.

“I have work in the evening,” Eren tells her. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to keep you all to myself until the sun rises and maybe even longer,” Levi whispers, pressing another kiss to Eren’s lips. “Any objections?”

Eren grins, sliding a hand up her chest before she grabs onto one of her breasts and squeezes. “Nope.”

“Well, aren’t you eager?” Levi smiles, pressing herself closer to Eren and connecting their lips into another bruising kiss. Her hand slides into the unruly mane that’s Eren’s hair and she tugs her head back, exposing her delicious neck. She leaves kisses and cautious bites along the soft skin, intent on bruising her to such a degree that two minor puncture wounds will be missed. 

“I am,” Eren easily agrees, her thumb playing with Levi’s nipple before she pinches it, hard. “Wanna ride me?”

Levi pauses her biting and sucking at Eren’s neck, pulling back to look at Eren’s lust-filled eyes. “I’ve never done that with anyone,” she admits. “I do like the idea though…”

“Yeah?” Eren grins. “I have a strap-on in my nightstand.”

Levi gives her a look . “In your nightstand? You need it that close to you? My, you’re prepared aren’t you.” She looks over to the stand and reaches over with a smile, opening it to indeed find a pink strap-on. “Need help putting it on? I can make it hot for you.”

Eren grins all the more. “I’m definitely not saying no to that.”

“Of course not.” Levi grabs the straps, inspecting it curiously. “This better be clean,” she mutters, giving Eren a pointed look, “the only cum I’m interested in having inside me is yours.”

Eren snorts. “It’s clean. I’m not an animal.”

“Good to know.” Levi fights back a smile, somewhat pleased by Eren’s answer and also restraining herself from commenting that for someone claiming not to be an animal, Eren certainly didn’t hold back from mauling her.

Either way, she begins to carefully pull the straps over Eren’s thighs, pressing steamy kisses to Eren’s neck as she adjusts the straps, and maybe pulls on it a little hard. Fuck. It’s actually hot… but that just might be the Eren effect.

“If it’s too big, I have other sizes too,” Eren tells her.

“It’s fine,” Levi shakes her head, slowly moving down Eren’s body to kiss over her chest, her stomach and her hips. When she’s close enough, she takes the smooth toy into her mouth, briefly sucking on it before pulling back with a hum. “It fits in my mouth just fine…” she points out, pressing another kiss over Eren’s stomach and back to her chest where she latches onto one of her nipples and sucks hard, Eren immediately moans in response. The sound sends a delicious jolt through Levi, and naturally…her body reacts. As it has been since she met Eren. 

“Wow,” Eren breathes out, shakily. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” Levi whispers, biting into Eren’s flesh. She just barely stops herself from puncturing the skin. Soon. “I told you I’d make it hot…I keep my promises.” She slides back over Eren’s body, connecting their lips into a soft, deep kiss that leaves her insides on fire, begging for more already. It doesn’t matter that she’s already cum multiple times, she wants more, wants to feel more of Eren and her perfect hands, her perfect mouth, her perfect everything. It’s a little bit of a shame that what’s going to go inside her now is not actually Eren, but Levi will pretend it is.

“I can’t wait to see you ride me,” Eren mumbles against her lips, her hands trailing up Levi’s chest before she grabs one of her breasts and squeezes, fingers brushing against her sensitive nipple. “You’re so hot.”

“Patience, sweet girl…” Levi purrs, slowly adjusting herself on top of Eren. She reaches between them to line herself on top of the dildo, the tip brushing against her dripping entrance.

To think just hours prior she’d been fighting to the death about finding herself a human.

And now….

Fuck.

She sinks down on the toy, gasping and arching her back. The ripples of pleasure that course through have her gasping for breath and digging her nails into Eren’s chest. God, why does a toy feel good like this? Maybe she’s hallucinating, but she can feel Eren’s warmth through it, like the toy is actually an extension of her. And fuck, it’s hot. She wants Eren inside of her, filling her up in the best of ways.

“I could get used to this,” she breathes out, slowly starting to rise and fall, the toy easily gliding in and out of her with how ridiculously wet she is. 

“Yeah?” Eren grins, sliding a hand down Levi’s chest and stomach until she reaches her clit, her thumb slowly drawing circles on the sensitive nub. “Me too.”

“Fuck…Eren…” Levi hisses, arching into Eren’s touch, trying to press more into the pressure of Eren’s finger. 

It’s driving her insane.

She reaches for Eren’s free hand, bringing it to her chest and holding it there. It has to be now. If she doesn’t take blood now, she might never get to it.

Leaning down against Eren’s body, she keeps her hips moving, pressing warm kisses to Eren’s jaw, and down to her neck where she sucks light marks into the skin before parting her lips and latching right onto her. 

Easily, her teeth puncture through the skin and Levi moans quietly at the eruption of everything sweet and spiced that hits her tongue. God. She can feel Eren even more like this. Eren tenses beneath her, her moans mingling with her heavy breaths until she relaxes under Levi. 

The more blood Levi takes, the higher she feels. Blood has never tasted this good before. Fuck, maybe Pieck was right, maybe taking blood from humans when they’re aroused really is where it’s at. Or maybe it’s just Eren. Eren and her perfect skin, Eren and her addictive scent, Eren and the mesmerizing way she uses her tongue… fuck, Levi could really get used to this. She wants Eren more than just this once, wants to feel her skin and taste her blood again, and again, and again. It’s such an intimate act. Not something she’d want to experience with some random stranger she’ll never see again. And so much is shared through blood….

With her free hand she strokes Eren’s hair, pulling back to lick Eren’s neck, not wanting to take too much all at once. 

“You’re so good for me,” Levi praises quietly in between soft moans. She feels so…flushed and alive. But she did even before she took blood. Something about Eren sets her insides on fire to such a degree that she doesn’t even think she felt this way even when she’d been alive.

“What…” Eren breathes out, very shakily, “what just happened….”

“Don’t worry sweet girl…” Levi whispers, pressing a kiss to the corner of Eren’s lips. She really doesn’t want to compel her but…maybe a little. Just so she doesn’t freak out. “Relax,” she murmurs, cupping Eren’s chin and kissing her lightly, “you’re okay…I won’t hurt you.”

Eren’s eyes glaze over, her scent sweetening. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t mind it if you did…”

“Oh?” Levi smiles, licking Eren’s lips. “Are you a masochist?” She might’ve hit the jackpot with this one. She presses a kiss to Eren’s chest, easily sinking her teeth into the flesh of her breast. The burst of sweetness and warmth that coats her tongue leaves her aching for more. “How do you want me to hurt you?” She murmurs, running her tongue over the blood starting to pool out of the punctures. 

“You can keep…” Eren moans, running her hand through Levi’s hair, “Keep doing what you’re doing…”

She likes this?

Levi’s surprised. From what she’s heard, humans tend to find the sensation odd and off-putting. It’s pleasurable for some but only if they’re aptly distracted or compelled to find it pleasurable. She’d never do either. 

But Eren? She seems to…enjoy this. Of her own volition. Of course she would. Something tells Levi this isn’t odd for Eren, somehow. So she bites into Eren’s chest again, right into the plumpness of her flesh, moaning and greedily taking as much blood as she can without rendering Eren unconscious. When she pulls back, breathing heavily and dizzy, some of it trickles down to her chin. Carefully she wipes it off with her thumb, sucking on it before leaning in to steal a kiss from Eren.

“You’re a strange one,” Levi whispers, “I like that.”

“What, your other partners didn’t like this?” Eren scoffs. “They’re the weird ones,” she points out, and if Levi didn’t know any better, she’d say there was a hint of jealousy in Eren’s words.

Not that she gets a chance to comment on it, because Eren suddenly grabs her hips and flips them over, slamming hard into her the moment she has Levi pinned to the bed. Eren looks down at her with so much want , it goes beyond the lust and desire Levi has seen in her eyes tonight. 

“Date me,” Eren demands, with a sharp thrust that has Levi’s eyes roll to the back of her head. Fuck. 

Levi can hardly find the words as she exhales shakily, a strangled moan sounding from deep within her chest. Between the intoxicating effects of the blood leaving her yearning for more and the pressure of her orgasm building inside her, she can only move her hips to meet Eren’s harsh thrusts that have her clenching and gasping for air.

“Eren…” she breathes out her name, hot and heavy, “fuck, I didn’t take you for the jealous type…” she teases breathlessly, her fingers gently grasping at Eren’s chest where her mark lies. “You want me that much?” 

“Yes,” Eren says, fingers digging in Levi’s hips as she continues to thrust harder and faster, too. “I want you to be mine.”

Levi arches up into Eren’s touch, smirking. She’s found her human, it seems. “Possessive too….” She wraps her legs around Eren’s waist, digging her heel into the small of her back. “You make a very compelling argument. How can I say no?” She reaches up, cupping the back of Eren’s neck and pulling her closer to connect their lips into a kiss. “Yes. I’ll be yours.”

It was definitely the right thing to say, because Eren starts to fuck her at an unforgiving pace, clearly determined to bring Levi to brink of insanity via orgasms. She even brings her thumb back to Levi’s clit, her circular motions faster and more determined, this time. 

“I wish I could cum inside you,” Eren tells her, a low groan escaping her lips. “Really make you mine.”

That does it for Levi. She’s never met a human so… primal. Humans are disgusting and greedy by nature, but she’s never considered it attractive the way she does now. The words, Eren’s scent, the way she fucks into her like her life depends on it… 

The heat that’s been pooling between Levi’s legs, the burning, it suddenly snaps, her orgasm taking her by force. She gasps, something between a moan and a cry sounding from her. Writhing beneath Eren, she breaks from the messy kiss, her teeth latching into Eren’s neck once more. She’s already taken enough but…

Fuck.

Just a little more. Taking blood as her orgasm rolls through her is even better, making her see stars and even the goddamn galaxy, at this point. Never did she think blood could taste this good, this fresh, this warm. She stops herself with great difficulty, licking and sucking lightly at Eren’s neck. 

“You should fuck me with your cum next time,” Levi whispers breathlessly. 

“I will,” Eren promises, gently kissing Levi’s cheek, before she slips out of her and discards the strap. She falls next to Levi, curling a leg around her and wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. She buries her face in her neck, inhaling deeply as she presses a soft kiss to Levi’s skin. “Mine,” she murmurs, although loud enough for Levi to hear.

Levi’s hardly catching her breath. Between the absolute high of taking more blood than she needed and getting fucked within an inch of her life, everything feels… hazy.

But Eren… Eren feels very solid and real next to her. Her heat, her scent, her soft breaths against Levi’s skin….

God.

No wonder Pieck can hardly detach herself from Hanji. Is this what it feels like all the time?

“You’re very possessive…” Levi mumbles, lightly brushing her fingers through Eren’s hair, “I went too hard…” she winces when her fingers drop to Eren’s neck, noticing the harsh marks she left in her haze.

“It was hot,” Eren tells her, nuzzling into her neck. “You’re hot.”

Levi fights back a smile. So human. Instead of wondering about potential dangers and bedding a predator… of course, Eren found it hot. Then again, Levi did compel her to relax so…

“You wouldn’t mind doing this more?” She asks curiously. Even though Eren did demand that they date…it might’ve been something she said in a lust-induced frenzy. Especially after being bitten so many times. Levi wants to make sure.

But then Eren snorts. “Wouldn’t mind? I want more.”

“Just making sure,” Levi mumbles, stroking Eren’s cheek fondly. She’s so pretty. “People say things without thinking and you…” she smirks the slightest, “you looked very lost in the moment.”

“So what? I meant it,” Eren assures, tightening her hold around Levi. 

Levi hums, relaxing in Eren’s hold. Something about being squeezed like this feels…really good. The warmth, the sweet scent still wafting off Eren, strong and possessive…

“You really want to date me?” Levi muses. “Only after a few hours of knowing me? I’m not easy.”

She doesn’t know why she’s trying to talk Eren out of it when she wants this just as much… but there’s a lingering fear that come morning, Eren will take back everything she said. Levi would rather rip off the bandaid now.

“And?” Eren asks. “Neither am I. I’m possessive, jealous, and impulsive.”

“I don’t hear anything bad,” Levi whispers, tilting her head to catch Eren’s lips into a soft kiss. “Do you want to meet with me after work tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” Eren smiles, kissing Levi once more. “I do.”

This pleases Levi greatly. “I’ll pick you up. Take you out to dinner. Would you like that?”

“Or….” Eren trails off, tracing a heart over Levi’s chest. “We can meet here and I can have you for dinner.”

Levi’s face flushes. It burns. That hasn’t happened in so long. Eren’s blood really agrees with her. Blood bags certainly didn’t make her feel like this and the last few humans she had reluctantly taken from had made her feel ill. 

Then again, her heart had never been in the hunt to begin with.

But this… fuck. She wants this. She wants this more than she’s ever wanted anything in her life, actually. It’s taking her by force, rendering her breathless and at Eren’s complete mercy. 

Is this what love could feel like? Is this what Eren will give her, down the line? Her love, herself, and everything in between? Levi’s never loved before, never been loved, either. Is she ready to open herself up like that, to be vulnerable with someone else? A human, no less? 

As she looks at Eren and finds her emerald eyes, shining with so much want and a hint of softness that makes Levi melt, she realizes that, for Eren…

Yes.

She could fall in love.