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A loud grunt disturbed her meditative state. It had grown louder since she threw herself on the bed. The moldy walls of the godforsaken inn they were spending the night were thin as paper, and she could hear her neighbor’s heavy breathing. Hange Zoë sighed, took off her military boots, letting them hit the wooden floor. All sounds from the room next door stopped as if something caught the attention of whoever was on the other side. She unbuckled the belts around her long legs, but the static silence pressed against her ears. Was her neighbor listening to her movements?

The heavy thump of a pair of boots stopped near the wall, then the creaking of the bed started. Frustrated, she huffed and hurled the belts of her uniform against the wall. Silence again. The weight shifted on her neighbor’s bed, judging by the squeaks. A few unexpected knocks a little over her bed surprised her. Out of curiosity, she responded with more knocks.

“Keep going,” a masculine voice said.

“What?!” she replied, a bit angry and tired.

“You’re… undressing,” his tone was firm and shameless.

“What a clever man. Shut up and try to fuck without making so much noise!” she yelled and lay down again.

“How do you know what I’m doing?” he sounded genuinely concerned for a minute.

“I can see you through the wall,” Hange said, closing her eyes.

“You’re lying,” he concluded.

The rustling of the shirt against his skin made her realize he was undressing as well. He let out a loud, dramatic sigh, which sparked an uncomfortable heat below her hips. She cursed and blamed the forty-eight hours of nonstop work for her weakness. Then metallic sounds of belts that ended rather quickly. The man was a soldier. Her mind raced, trying to place the voice in a familiar face. He had been bold enough to tell her to undress in a harsh, impolite tone.

He moved in his bed again, but there was a suspicious rhythm to the rustling of sheets against the old mattress. She swallowed as her hands undid the belt clinging to her hips, her fingers slipped further down and played with the zipper of her pants. Another grunt forced her to get rid of one more belt, and for a second, she tried to do it quietly. However, the realization that a stranger was suddenly taking control over her actions angered her.

The violent thump of her belts on the floor, followed by an angry scoff, seemed to catch the man’s attention. Silence, absolute, uncomfortable in its own nature, fell on both rooms. She knelt on the bed, inspecting the wall, trying to actually see through the stones. Finally, she heard a splash of water and more sighs and grunts. Hange smiled, lay down on her bed, and pressed her zipper, letting a faint moan escape her lips.

“Fuck. Louder,” he ordered.

“Shut up!”

“Good… just keep going,” he said.

“You liked that?” she asked, curious and amused.

“I like your voice,” he confessed.

“I won’t scream for you.”

“Ugh… you’re good” he said, and the squeaking of the bed resumed.

“Oh, for fuck's sake,” she complained, but the heat between her legs was spreading all over her body.

“Don’t stop.”

“I can just knock on your door, you know,” she pointed out even though she had no intention of doing it.

“Don’t,” he said as all sounds stopped again.

“I knew it. You’re a piece of shit,” she sighed, still thinking about the man’s identity.

“You have a dirty mouth.”

“Oh… at least I’m not the one masturbating to a stranger.”

“You’re lying,” he replied. His deep, confident voice sent a spark below her waist that traveled up to her chest. She bit her lips to not make any sound.

“You really want me to say your voice makes me wet, and so hot I wanna rip all my clothes off.”

“Does it?” he asked, waiting for a genuine answer.

“No,” she lied, feeling her temperature rise.

“Keep going, even if you’re lying.”

“You’re unbelievable. I won’t play this stupid little game with you,” she sentenced, and a moan reached her through the wall.

She stayed silent, maybe she needed to blow off some steam after days of traveling and researching. Her hands slipped under her pants, moving before she could think. A sigh escaped her mouth. She started slow, dragging her fingers over her sensitive skin, ignoring the squeaky bed in the man’s room. The spark transformed into a current of electricity as the friction increased and she buried a finger near her clit. A groan encouraged her to move her hand faster.

The pressure of the belt above her small breasts was delicious, her nipples hardened against her shirt as she was lost in her pleasure. Hange Zoë had never had a lover who could turn her on without a touch. She had only ever had a few casual encounters with people she met once. Half of them after getting drunk and a fellow soldier who promised to make her scream using her tongue. The woman fulfilled her promise, but she disappeared outside the walls.

“Take off your shirt,” the deep masculine voice ordered.

“Shut up,” his commanding tone intensified the fire between her legs.

“Shit… say it again.”

“Shut the fuck up!” she repeated, caressing one of her breasts over the fabric of her clothes.

“Fuck, you…. I can’t,” the rattle of furniture fueled her imagination. For an instant, she saw the man trembling on his bed, his hand around his erection, enjoying the ripples of an intense orgasm.

“Are you done?” she asked, slowing down her caresses.

“Ugh… I’m still here… for you,” the way he lazily dragged his words made goosebumps form on her skin.

“So considerate… you’re such a gentleman, aren’t you?” she said in a low, raspy voice that sounded sexier than intended.

“Say it again.”

“You’re a gentleman and a piece of shit, both can be true at the same time,” she gasped as her fingers rubbed her most sensitive nub.

“You think you know everything about Titans, people, but there’s so much shit you ignore,” he knew who she was. Shivers went down her spine as his voice sipped through the cracks of the stone wall.

“What else… do you know… about me?”

“I know… what you hide under that uniform. I’ve seen you… because you don’t have an ounce of decency,” she was under the spell of his grave, masculine tone. The meaning of his words melted in tingles coursing under her skin, blinding her judgment.

“You liked what you saw?” Her question was a desperate attempt at keeping him talking; she was so close to that sweet, needed release.

“Hell, such a sight is hard to forget. I’ve thought about it… many times since that day, but you’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Ugh… you just… have to fuck me… and forget about everything,” she moaned, louder than before as she arched her back, rubbing her clit faster, falling in a sea of pleasure.

“I would fuck you hard. That might fix some of your loose screws up there,” he sounded sincere despite the crudeness of his confession.

“Really hard?” she managed to ask before her limbs trembled, her head buried in the pillow, and the mattress followed the rhythm of her strong orgasm.

“So hard you might beg me to stop.”

The room disappeared for a few seconds. She concentrated on the spasms controlling her hips and forgot about the man whose voice sent her over the edge. What was he saying? Hange remembered pieces of the conversation, but now that her breathing had returned to normal, the realization that he ordered her to undress, knowing who she was, shocked her. The scientist grabbed a cloth and cleaned her hand, analyzing the bizarre situation.

She had allowed her physical needs to dominate her, and he knew it. He knew she had touched herself as he confessed his lust. They moaned and orgasmed together, even though a stone wall separated them. Part of her regretted it, but her wild side wanted to do it again. The unhinged Hange Zoë wanted the man to see her without her uniform, caressing every part of her anatomy, from her small breasts to the space between her legs.

“Are you done, too?”

“If you don’t shut up, I swear I’m kicking your door down!” she exclaimed, unsure if that was a real threat.

“Not tonight… maybe one of these days, four eyes.”

Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. The stranger of the deep, seductive voice was the sour-faced Captain Levi. The harder she thought about it, the less possible it seemed. He had masturbated to her voice without hiding it. He confessed he liked her naked body and openly revealed his desire to fuck her. The clean freak captain of the Survey Corps would never want her. She sighed and convinced herself the strange man wasn’t Levi.

The morning came with the rush of boots outside her door, the smell of freshly baked bread, and the commander yelling orders in the hallway. She fixed her uniform, grabbed the pile of books on her desk, ready to start a new day of hard work. The events of the night felt like a dream, now that reality was calling her. Hange stumbled outside her room with more books than she could carry.

A bottle of ink slipped through her fingers and knocked on the door of her neighbor. The door opened before she could react. He was as short as she remembered, but his grey stare made goosebumps travel on her skin. There was an appetite hidden behind his stare, a secret between them. Levi handed her the bottle of ink and complained about her mess as usual.

“Just knock on my door next time,” she said with a smile, hoping he would understand the invitation.

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A whisper danced around her ear, a memory of past discoveries unearthed by her somnolent brain, a name resonating in her half-asleep state. Suddenly, a sharp pain irradiating from her forehead woke her up. She succumbed to her tiredness over her notes again. Humanity’s smartest almost cracked her skull open against her own desk. Hange was laughing at her clumsiness when she heard a few knocks on the door.

“Come in, I’m almost-“ her voice trailed off as she identified the silhouette stepping into her bedroom. Levi was shorter than people imagined the strongest soldier to be, but his muscular physique and grave demeanor were imposing.

“You sound like you did some stupid shit,” the captain said, closing the door behind him.

“I… was… reading… and I think I fell asleep on my papers,” she explained, pretending the night at the inn never happened.

“You almost broke your skull,” he walked up to her and grabbed her by the jaw, holding her in place to look at her red forehead.

“I’m fine, it’s just a bruise,” she assured him with a smile. His grip tightened as his grey stare found her brown one.

His touch was rough, his fingers dug into her skin, and his eyes moved to her lips. Her heart was beating fast, the uncertainty of his intentions ignited the heat engulfing her like a flame. He moved closer, a few centimeters separated their lips, but he sighed in disapproval. There was a dangerous tension in the air, a fine thread holding their composure, making it hard to breathe at times.

“It’s a big bruise,” Levi pointed out, looking directly into her eyes.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” she responded in a whisper.

“You’re supposed to be smart, aren’t you?”

“Why did you knock on my door, Levi?” Hange asked, growing impatient with his act of feigning disinterest.

 “Stop torturing yourself, four eyes. Go to sleep.”

“No… it was you… that night… in the room next door,” she swallowed, calculating the possibility of a misunderstanding.

“Forget it.”

“You are a piece of shit,” she sentenced, making sure to pronounce each word clearly.

The scientist stood up, her round glasses at the top of her head, and a bunch of papers in her hand. He pulled her ponytail with such strength, he forced her a step back. His accelerated breathing in her ear was hot, temperature-wise, and the proximity of his muscular body was enough to make her sweat. Captain Levi had been aggressive with her in the past, but tonight the motive stirring his actions was not her lack of manners or the well-being of his soldiers.

“You are out of your mind,” he said in a low tone, so close to her ear it vibrated through her whole body.

“It’s just sex… are you afraid of falling in love, captain?”

“Bullshit, I can’t touch you… if I do-“

“You said you would fuck me,” she moved one step closer to him. “You’re a coward after all… most men are.”

“Shut up, four eyes.”

Hange Zoë could see he was fighting his impulses, every muscle in his hand containing the desire to touch her. He pushed her against the desk with a quick movement, his grip on her ponytail tightened, and she whimpered in pain. The crazy scientist of the Survey Corps was known for her daring spirit and unconventional antics. Even the strongest soldier bending her over the desk wasn’t enough to intimidate her.

His hand glided over the small of her back, then her bottom, and he yanked one of the belts around her thighs. The metallic buckle went flying somewhere in her room, another one landed near the desk. He grabbed the belt fastened at her hips and stopped. The pressure on her head disappeared, she was free from his grasp, but the flame was still alive under her skin.

“Do it!” she exclaimed and hit the desk with her fists.

“Do not… you-“ an explosion near his ear interrupted him.

She was standing in front of him, a defiant look in her eyes, but her flushed cheeks hid the dangerous beast sleeping within her. The captain pushed her against the wall. He stared at her lips, closing the distance between them slowly. However, their mouths never touched. He turned her around, and she lowered her zipper while he did the same. There was an urgency in his movements, as if they had a short time to do it. It wasn’t romantic or sweet, it was a primal need ripping her flesh.

He bent her over the desk and penetrated her from behind, unceremoniously, raw, and so deep a moan passed through her lips. She held onto the wooden table as he started to thrust into her. Was it rage? Was it passion? She didn’t know, but he was moving with the stamina of a trained soldier. Her senses were overwhelmed with pleasure and a bit of pain, and her moans resonated in the silence of the night.

Hange tried to incorporate herself, but he kept her glued to the table. The furniture rattled and her papers spread around them as he found the perfect pace. Her thoughts melted away, her world became empty, only his hardness inside her existed. She screamed, all her nerve endings saturated with sensations, the blissful nothingness of pleasure. Her mouth opened instinctively as her blood boiled in her veins. The culmination of such a wild act ought to be unforgettable, and she forgot everything.

His weight on her back comforted her for a minute. He was panting, drops of sweat dripping from his jet-black hair onto the table. They stayed in that position until he took a deep breath and fixed his clothes. The scientist sighed, pulled up her pants, but when she turned, he was gone. Levi vanished almost instantly. A faint lavender aroma was the sole evidence of his presence in her bedroom.

“Fucking idiot,” she murmured and kicked the chair.

“I can hear you,” a masculine voice said behind the door.

“I… maybe you’re right, I know nothing,” Hange walked up to her door, lost for words.

“I can’t stay… not tonight,” he responded with a strangely sweet voice.

“I don’t regret it.”

“Don’t say shit like that.”

“Do you regret it?” she asked, and her voice trailed off.

“Regret might have been better… fuck.”

The stomping sound of his boots echoed along the corridor. It joined the choir of crickets and nighttime noise. Hange understood what he meant while lying alone on her bed. The intimacy of sex couldn’t be replicated with her hands. They had crossed the limits of camaraderie when he bent her over the table. He had been a stranger that night at the inn, but tonight she heard his voice close to her ear. His phantom hand was gliding over her body as she tried to sleep.

Sunlight caressed her face, tickling her skin, and she opened her eyes. The scientist walked barefoot over her papers. Her messy desk was a reminder of the new reality. Levi’s words were occupying her thoughts, his calculated movements, his grey eyes longing for her lips. He didn’t kiss her, he didn’t touch her as she had fantasized since the night at the inn. However, his trembling hands brushing her bottom was proof he wanted to. Why was he fighting it?

The motions of a day as a soldier distracted her. She didn’t get a glimpse of him until the late afternoon while walking to her lab. He was leaning against the wall a few meters from her door, looking uninterested and bored. Hange smiled, trying blindly to find the keyhole, but she dropped the keys. The papers and maps she was carrying blocked her already poor vision. A sigh reached her ears, and a fresh lavender aroma surrounded her.

“You’re always dropping shit, four eyes,” he complained as he picked up the keys.

“You’re always near me to pick them up,” she replied, looking directly into his eyes.

“I’ll open the door.”

“What a gentleman,” she said in that low, raspy voice he liked.

“Where’s your assistant?” he cleared his throat.

“He was coming behind me.”

“Slacking off as usual.”

Captain Levi sat on a chair by the window, not far from her worktable, and it wasn’t a strange occurrence. He had visited her lab many times in the past, but there was an atmosphere of unfinished things between them. The captain was good at hiding his emotions, so she was guessing most of the time. He couldn’t control his heart beating fast in his chest, his hair standing up on the back of his neck when she spoke in his ear, and the craving to taste her lips.

She focused on her work, and her assistant’s presence helped relieve the tension. Sometimes she found him staring at her with the precision of a hunter’s gaze. Memories of the weight of his body on hers made her temperature rise. Then Moblit would remind her of the notes she was taking. At some point in the evening, he fell asleep while drawing and decided to leave an hour before midnight. The clinking of a cup of tea against a ceramic plate directed her attention to Levi.

“I need live specimens to test this theory… would you bring me some Titans from outside, Levi?” she asked, dipping the quill in dark ink.

“I might talk to Erwin if you ask nicely,” he replied from his spot in the lab.

“I can do that, too.”

“You yell at him like a mad bitch.”

“Well… he should listen to me before making stupid decisions,” she sighed, and turned to Levi.

“I’m listening,” he assured her, keeping his calm demeanor.

“You’re watching me… I can feel it,” Hange confessed. She was slightly bent over the worktable, making the curves of her slender body more noticeable.

“You’re tired. You might break your skull open if-“

“Shut up, Levi…. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to undress,” he said, no shadow of hesitation in his masculine voice.

His bold, shameless request sent tingles down her spine. A spark was born between her legs, a pulse in her core that weakened her legs. He didn’t touch her, and yet, she was burning in desire. Her rational brain wondered if it was a hollow request and urged her to ignore it. Her body was desperate for release.

The captain scanned her from head to toe as she stood frozen in place. He was a dangerous man, but she was an untamable beast in a lamb’s disguise.