Levi Ackerman

silver lined shadows from the dim light of the moon paint the office, marking the time as... way too late to be working. but there you are, typing away like it’s nobody’s business. even though technically it is someone’s business that you’re working this hard for.

Levi typically despises staying late. he’d like to go home and go to bed at 10:30 after having a nice cup of tea like he always does. but after not seeing you leave, he decides to stay a while and see when you will end up heading home.

but that time never comes.

now he’s genuinely concerned for you, his typically hidden protective instinct flaring up deep inside his chest. he turns off his monitor and yawns as he walks over to your office, coming up behind you to watch for a second as you type. his hand comes down, not to touch you, but to turn off the screen of your monitor, watching as your hazy eyes suddenly snap back into focus.

“welcome back. you’re done working for the night, yeah? let me get you something to eat, you haven’t taken your lunch break. or dinner break for that matter.”

it’s weird to ask someone out, but Levi finds it shockingly natural around you. maybe his strange affection for you is beginning to show through the cracks.

you’ve been haunting his mind as of late.

in every moment, all he can see is you. you, dressed up in your work clothes, you, picking through donuts in the break room, you, taking your coffee sweet.

sweet.

just like you. at least to him you are. he finds you like a breath of fresh air. like a ray of sunshine in a dark cave. you’re just so real. so perfect. everything he isn’t. it’s gotten to the point he changes his walking pattern to peek into your cubicle and see the back of your head. it’s pathetic, honestly.

this morning, he overheard you talking to a fellow coworker about an upcoming work event where everyone’s supposed to meet and... ‘team bond’ or whatever bullshit they called it. Levi was perfectly fine working by himself without bonding with his coworkers.

but the moment he heard “yeah, i’ll go” slip from your lips, he changed his tune entirely. maybe it... wouldn’t be quite so bad. he might get to see you in something other than work clothes, having a good time, wearing that beautiful smile.

the event finally comes around, and Levi is stressed about what he’s going to wear. stressed. like a school boy trying to impress his crush. he’s grown and acting like a boy, how distasteful.

he settles on a pair of less nice slacks and a blue sweater, managing to look less uptight, but still generally put together, even spraying on a cologne which has been sitting on his bathroom counter for far too long.

the bar is loud and bustling by the time he finally appears, stepping into the hot, overwhelming environment with a sigh of distain. at least you’re going to be here.

to everyone’s shock, Levi sits at the table everyone else is at, a small round of cheers sounding at his very rare appearance. though Levi can’t look at anyone but you.

somehow, Levi managed to be alluring enough to catch your attention. and even more shockingly, somehow, you’d wanted to go back to his place after the work party. of course he wouldn’t object to that idea. to have you in his home, and even possibly in his bed... even the thought made his throat dry.

you’d been pretty close to him after he’d beaten the shit out of your previous boss and gotten him fired, and he guessed that made sense, but the fact you wanted to stick around him was confusing.

he’d never really been a people person. people were never drawn to him like they were drawn to his best friend Hange, someone infinitely more charismatic and happy than him. the fact that someone like you didn’t choose anyone else baffled him, but he wasn’t going to complain.

the both of you had finally made it back to his house and he opened the door for you, making a point to tell you to take off your shoes. he couldn’t have you tracking dirt into his pristine home afterall, now could he?

“would you like some tea?”

Levi isn’t really sure what to say. he’s never had someone he’s genuinely interested in at his house before, and he so badly doesn’t want to mess this up.

Levi can’t take it anymore.

all the polite smiles, all the small waves and the lingering glances. he’s fucking done with it.

you’re working late as always, and Levi knows just where to find you.

his tie is loose around his neck, his usually neat hair disheveled with running his slender hands through it time and time again just thinking about you. he’s been so lonely for so long. he hasn’t actually had a sexual connection since college, and he’s actually yearning for it like a cat in heat.

without thinking, he spins you around in your chair and rests his hand on the back of it, trapping you between the subtle heat of his body and the cold plastic of the chair. his head falls to duck into your neck, the tip of his nose dragging along the soft arch of your neck, taking in your scent with unbridled greed.

his is straining in his work pants, thick and needy, now pressing against your thigh as he places a knee between your thighs on the chair, forcing you to spread your legs.

“tell me to get off. because if you don’t tell me to get off, i’m going to your brains out right here on this desk. i can’t take it anymore.”

last night was a blur.

the only things Levi could remember consisted of your heat, your scent, your voice, and the feel of you.

the weight of a sleeping body draws his groggy attention, and he looks down at the messy head of hair resting on his chest. a fond, uncharacteristic smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and one of his hands comes up to stroke the strands, his nose coming next to take in the scent of your shampoo. there’s no way he’s letting you go into work today. it’s a friday anyways, and you’ve worked triple the time of others at this company. you deserve a day of rest. especially after the wild night the both of you had, you deserve to be pampered and loved, even if Levi has his own strange way of showing that.

after getting off the phone with the office, talking as quietly as he can to excuse you from your day, he looks back down at your still sleeping form, pressing his lips to your forehead in a gesture he’d never dare to show while you were awake.