Chapter 19 - Chapter 18: A Night Out

Time skip, 2 days before the expedition...

Your POV:

The days have been going by rather quickly, with non-stop training and preparation for the upcoming expedition. Erwin was still acting pretty cold toward me. In fact, he barely acknowledged my existence.

I was growing tired of it. I didn't do anything to him, if he all of a sudden has something against me, I no longer care. I don't have the time or energy to waste trying to figure out his weird mixed signals. So I just ignore him too.

But at least I will get to have some fun tonight. I'm trying to figure out what I should wear to the bar for the night of drinking that is about to take place. It will be nice to just let loose with everyone; drink all my worries away, as they say.

I decide to wear my (f/c) fitted top with a low neckline, and my favorite pair of tight black pants. My hair is down and falls neatly around me. "Ooooo you look hot!" Sasha compliments me from her side of the room. "Thanks, you look great too." I smile at her. She does look cute in her blue tank top, white sweater, and light brown pants. Plus, they are free of any visible food stains.

We decide to walk into town together to head for the bar. It was a beautiful night, and the walk was nice. Even though Sasha's constant chatter can be annoying. I was in a good mood and just happy to be off base.

When we got to the bar, almost everyone was there. Heads turned to my direction as I walk in, making me pretty uncomfortable. I see my squad sitting at a table near the back of the bar, so I make my way over to them while Sasha goes to sit with Connie and Jean at the bar.

"Finally!" Oluo says as I sit down, "Let's do this, you're going down, (l/n)."

I smile at him and take one of the full mugs of beer and start downing the whole thing. My squad members watch in awe as I finish the whole thing as quickly as I did, "We'll see about that." I smirk at him over my mug.

....

I have to admit, Oluo is pretty good at holding his liquor. We are both at least 6 beers in at this point, and we are both feeling pretty tipsy, to say the least. But not enough to start puking or passing out yet.

"It's getting boring just watching you two drink and stare at each other, we should spice this up a bit." Hange says as she comes to sit at our table, "I'll give you guys some challenges to complete. Complete the challenge, you get a point. Whoever has the most points, wins."

Hange's challenges were basically like a game of truth or dare, but truth isn't an option. It starts off easy of course, as we test the waters of our limitations. We do shots, dance around like idiots, make people uncomfortable, and confess embarrassing secrets. But now they are starting to get tougher.

"Alright, next!" Hange announced, "Do a handstand and walk on your hands across the bar."

"Easy!" Oluo laughed, slowly climbing on top of the bar. Levi stands next to me watching Oluo make his attempt, "If this goes on, one of you is going to get really hurt." He comments quietly to me, giving Oluo a disapproving look. "Aw, Levi! Do you want to join in? It's all for some harmless fun."

Oluo suddenly falls off the bar after only taking a few steps with his hands. He crashes to the floor, knocking over a few drinks on his way, soaking a few cadets in the process. Levi turns to smirk at me, "You were saying.."

"Well, some of us are actually good at handstands." I say to him before making my own way to the end of the bar to try it out. I can hear people applaud and shout for me as I raise my arms dramatically as if I were about to do something amazing.

I place my hands on the bar counter and gently use my core to lift my legs up high, my shirt was form fitting but it fell a little bit to reveal my scared but toned stomach. Something like this is usually pretty easy for me, but the alcohol does make me a little wobbly.

Regardless of the slight dizziness, I walk across the bar with my hands like a pro and smirk at Oluo as I pass the part of the bar he fell at. I go farther down the bar before I lower my legs and land gracefully into the splits, just to rub the loss even more in Oluo's face. "Show off!" I hear Oluo laugh as others around him cheer me on.

I jump off the bar and stand next to Oluo, waiting for Hange's next task.

"Okay," Hange laughs at the determined looks on our faces, "Get a complete stranger to kiss you!"

"That's not fair!" Oluo protests, "Look at (y/n), she can get anyone to kiss her. It's a lot tougher for a man!"

"No complaining, Oluo," Hange tutted him playfully, "Just do it!"

Myself, Hange, and the rest of my squad sit at our table to watch Oluo make his attempt. I watch in amusement as Oluo attempts to flirt with random women around the bar. But in his drunken state, none of the women are interested.

"I give up." Oluo sighs and sits back down at the table next to Levi, who looks very annoyed for some reason.

I get up from my seat and look around the bar. I know all of the men here already from the scouts and even some from the Garrison Regiment. My eyes fall upon a familiar blonde head of hair, I didn't even notice Erwin was here too. But I guess I was also surprised when I saw Levi was here too when I first came in. They just don't seem like the type that would want anything to do with dealing with drunken cadets.

I notice Mike is sitting next to him too. Erwin is staring at me now, but I look away immediately. Now he is acknowledging me? I'm too drunk to try and decipher his actions.

My eyes fall on a pretty woman with black hair, sitting a couple of seats down from where Mike is sitting. She'll do.

I put on my best smile and channel Peitho. I might as well go all in, worst she can do is say no. I can't do any worse than Oluo.

"Excuse me," I say to the woman. She looks at me with pretty brown eyes, "Yes?" She replied, a confused look on her face.

"I need you to kiss me," I say to her matter-of-factly. "... Sorry, what?" She said, looking even more confused.

Instead of trying to explain, I gently cup my hand under her chin and press my lips gently to hers. I expect her to pull away after a peck, which works for me, that's all I need to win. But she didn't. After getting over the initial shock, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her.

I bite at her lip roughly, causing her to gasp, allowing me to slip my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue danced around with mine, not fighting for dominance, just enjoying each other's movements.

I can hear hooting and catcalls erupting around the bar. "We get it!" I hear Oluo yell at me, "You win! Stop rubbing it in!"

I break away from the woman, wiping saliva from the corner of my lips, and wink at her. I head back to the table where everyone is clapping for me, except Oluo and Levi. Why does Levi look so pissed?

"How did you do that?" Oluo asks me as soon as I sit down. "Whatever do you mean?" I ask him innocently, smirking a little.

"Teach me," He demanded, holding out another mug of beer for me. "You want a woman to teach you how to be a man?" I give him a smug look. He starts to say something else, but Hange interrupts him.

"Okay, I have another good one." She says to us, "Make Keith Shadis laugh."

We both look at her in disbelief, "Shadis?" I complain, "There are rocks that laugh more than him!"

"Which is why it is called a 'challenge'! Come on, let's go sit next to him at the bar." Hange laughs and gets up to get closer to Shadis.

Oluo and I sigh as we follow Hange reluctantly. "Shadis!" Hange greeted him warmly, "Can we sit here?"

"No," Shadis replies without even looking up at her. "Thanks!" Hange said, going to sit on his left, Oluo to his right and I sit on the other side of Hange.

Oluo tried his best to make Shadis laugh, but it seems to be a wasted effort. People near Oluo laugh at his jokes and funny stories, but Shadis remains as stony-faced as ever. It's kind of fun to watch actually.

Shadis doesn't seem like the kind of person to laugh at someone else's expense. Maybe making fun of him would work? Or maybe make him uncomfortable? There are a lot of people who laugh when they're uncomfortable or nervous, I know I do. Maybe I should try that...

Hange leans over to me while Oluo is still talking to, or rather 'at', Shadis. "(Y/n), do you have a plan?" She whispers to me. "Maybe, I was going to try to get an uncomfortable or nervous laugh out of him, since normal jokes and stories don't make him laugh."

She nods and goes back to listening in on Oluo's attempts to make Shadis laugh. I rest my head on the bar counter, I'm definitely feeling drunk now. Maybe I'll just take the loss for this challenge, I'm already beating Oluo. Plus I can't really think straight let alone think of something I could use to get Shadis to laugh.

All of a sudden I hear Hange start speaking, "Oh right! (Y/n), when we first met, didn't you say you slept with Shadis?"

I lift my head to look at her and give her a confused look, "I did say that..." I admit, but obviously, under the context of the conversation, I was kidding. What is she trying to do?

"I've always wondered," Hange continues, loud enough for Shadis to hear her too, "What is he like? Is he warm and soft as he wraps his arms around you like a comfy blanket?"

"No," I say with a smirk, maybe this could work, "He's cold and smooth to touch, like a dead snake."

I hear someone snort with laughter on the other side of me, it was Commander Pixis. I didn't even realize he was beside me. I guess it makes sense though, he does like to drink.

"Dominant or submissive?" Hange asks with a smile, nudging me in the side to get my attention again.

"Surprisingly submissive," I answer her, "He even kept his bolo tie from when he was the Commander. He wanted me to wear it; he has a thing for powerful women."

I look over at Shadis to see if I'm getting any kind of reaction, but it seems he is doing his best to ignore me.

"How big?" Hange asked, holding up her fingers for me to position them.

I ignore her fingers and dramatically drop my forearm on the counter, "That long." I say pointing at my arm.

"What's his kink?" Hange giggles. I notice that Shadis is looking over at me now, eyes giving me an icy warning glare.

"Well, he said a total of 3 things to me the whole time," I say, smirking at Shadis, "Choke me, spit in my mouth, and shove it up my -" I didn't get to finish, Shadis finally makes his way over to me and grabbed the front of my shirt, "What do I have to do for you to shut up?" He growled at me. "Say I made you laugh, and tell Hange I'm funnier than Oluo."

"I don't lie," Shadis replies, eyes narrowing even more at me.

"Fine," I smile at him, "If you don't want to acknowledge our passionate night together, I'll remember for the both of us! And Pixis of course, his fault for walking by at the wrong time, and after what he witnessed he hasn't been able to stay sober since."

I can hear another hearty laugh from Pixis, he raises his glass at me, "Cheers!" Then he chugs his beer and slaps Shadis on the back.

"Oh! I saw that!" Hange cried happily, "I saw that smirk when she brought up Pixis' drinking, Shadis! Another point to (y/n)!"

"Yes! Haha! Up top!" I shout to Shadis, lifting up my hand for a high five. He just continues to glare at me, so I grabbed his hand and forced a high-five.

"No way!" Oluo complained, "He didn't laugh, it was only a smirk!"

"I will allow it!" Hange laughed and patted me on the back. "Thanks for the assist, Hange." I whisper to her.

Oluo looked like he was going to argue more, but stopped. I give him a questioning look, "Be right back." He mumbles as he rushed out of the bar. I ran after him, is he about to do what I think he is going to do?

As soon as he makes it outside, he runs for the side of the bar, next to an alley. I can hear him retching around the corner. Which means I win both challenges!

"Awww are you okay, Oluo?" I giggle as I make my way over to him, "Want me to hold your hair back, love?"

"Shut up." He groans as he slaps my hand away from him.

"Want me to get you some water? Maybe a nice fruity drink that all the ladies love?" I tease him.

He ignores me and pushes past me to go back inside the bar. I laugh and decided to stand outside for a little bit. The cool night air feels really good after being in that bar for so long. Plus, getting some air may help with my drunken state.

Erwin's POV:

I've never been to one of these little gatherings before an expedition, but I knew (y/n) was going to be here, so I wanted to be here too. I felt bad for treating her coldly after her window was replaced. I'm trying my hardest to distance myself from her more, in hopes that maybe these feelings would go away. But my efforts are useless, I can't get my mind off of her, even more so now.

Watching her smile and interact with her squad is worth the trip. Also making sure no other man puts his hands on her.

"I didn't think it was possible for (y/n) to look even more beautiful, but it would appear I was wrong." I hear Mike comment from next to me. I shoot him a glare and take another sip of beer from my glass.

"Hey, the way I see it, she's fair game," Mike chuckles, "Her smell is intoxicating and you refuse to make a move."

That may be true, but like hell I was going to let anyone have her. I can feel an insatiable hunger building in me that can only be satisfied by (y/n).

I watch her as she follows Oluo up to the bar, watching him attempt a handstand, it would seem. But it doesn't take him long to lose his balance and tumble to the floor. I hold my breath as the masses cheer her on as she slowly lifts her legs up in the air, and walks on her hands as if she does it all the time.

She makes her way pretty far down the bar until she decides Oluo has been humiliated enough. She drops her legs and shows off her flexibility by doing the splits... The things I could do with her. Inappropriate thoughts come to my mind as I watch her sit back down at her table.

"Impressive," Mike comments, also looking at (y/n), "I guess it makes sense, she did dance after all, good balance and flexibility." I nod at him as I take another drink from my mug.

Before long, I see her stand up from her table again and make her way toward the bar. Her (e/c) eyes meet mine when she finally sees me sitting here. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes when she sees me, but it is quickly turned into frustration as she breaks eye contact with me. I probably deserve far worse. Avoiding her is difficult and I don't know if I have it in me to do it anymore.

(Y/n) walks farther down the bar to a woman with black hair. She has a brief exchange with the woman before (y/n) starts kissing her. I hear whistles and cat calls around the bar as everyone's eyes are locked on the pair.

Typically a man would find such a site arousing, but it only made me more frustrated and jealous. How pathetic am I becoming?

(Y/n) finally breaks away from the woman, who clearly wanted more, and goes back to her table. She really does have an intoxicating effect on everyone.

I continue to keep an eye on her as she and Oluo play their little game. Mike laughs at Oluo when he starts telling Shadis jokes and stories. But my eyes are glued to (y/n). The alcohol seems to finally be kicking in for her, and she now looks tired and completely over Hange's little game.

But I was pleasantly surprised when she finally decided to fight back and won another challenge. It's nice to see her smiling so brightly, she has such a pretty smile.

I turn my attention away from her to order another drink. The blonde bartender looks at me hungrily as she brings me another drink, "You know, I'm off in a little bit," She says to me as I thank her and pay for the drink, "My place isn't far from here, can I take you home? I will make it a memorable night for you before you leave for your next expedition."

But I wasn't really listening to her, I look around and noticed (y/n) is not in the bar anymore. Is she okay? Where did she go?

Panic setting in, I make my way to the door, maybe she is just getting fresh air. As I step outside I see Oluo stumbling toward the door to let himself back into the bar. I look around out front, but I don't see her anywhere.

Feeling more and more nervous. I walk around the corner of the bar, and there she is. She was leaning against the wall and looking up at the night sky, breathing in the brisk night air.

"(Y/n)," I call to her as I walk closer. She looks over to see who called her, and when she sees it was me she frowns and narrows her eyes at me, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, sir." She said curtly and tilted her head back again to look up at the sky. I walk closer to her, not really knowing what to say.

"Can I help you with something?" She demanded, glaring at me again.

"I just want to make sure you're okay," I say to her, stopping a few feet from her.

"Well, as I said, I'm fine sir. You can go now." (Y/n) retorted, I can see her getting angrier. But I have to apologize to her.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry," I say to her, wishing I could figure out something better to say, but that's all I can manage right now.

"Don't be, sir," She growled at me, "You don't owe me anything, let alone an apology."

"I do though," I continue, taking a few more tentative steps toward her, "I have been treating you unfairly."

"You mean by ignoring me for no reason?" She asks, setting her furious gaze on me again.

"I wouldn't say, 'ignoring'. I would say 'avoiding' would be a more accurate word." I admit to her.

She turns her body to completely face me now, "Avoiding? You really want to argue semantics?" She replied, (e/c) eyes burning into me.

I sigh, "It's hard to explain, but I'd like to have a conversation with you about it when you're sober."

(Y/n) scuffs at my words and tries to storm past me, but I gently grab her arm. "I find it hard to be around you, but I also find it even harder to not be around you." I start, but (y/n) interrupts me, "I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable. But you don't have to worry about it anymore, you can go back to ignoring or avoiding me. I don't care."

"That's not what I meant," I say gently, but firmly. I block her way forward and backward by trapping her between my arms, pinning her against the wall, "You're all I think about, when I'm around you and when I'm not around you." I look at her, worried about making her uncomfortable. I remove my hands from the wall, wanting to give her an out if she wants it. Forcing her to stay and hear me out would be no different than those men who tormented her in the capital.

To my surprise, she stayed where she was, looking up at me with red cheeks. I felt the urge to kiss her soft plump lips, but it wouldn't be right. I can see an alcohol-fuelled glaze over her eyes as she stares up at me.

"(Y/n)," I sigh, "You have no idea what you do to me."

"There you are!" I jerk my head in the direction of the voice, it was Mike, "You need to get Hange back to base! She's passed out on the bar!"

I give him an irritated look, "Why don't you? You look perfectly capable!" I yell back at him.

"That pretty bartender was so sad when you ignored her advances. So I chatted her up, and I'll be leaving with her in a few minutes!" Mike laughed, turning to head back into the bar.

"Yes Mike! Get some!" (Y/n) giggled as she cheered for Mike. Mike turns back around, "Don't get too comfortable, (y/n). I'll be after you before long."

"What?" (Y/n) yelled, giving him a confused look.

Mike was about to repeat himself, so I covered her ears like she were a child. Mike laughs again at my glare and returns to the bar.

I sigh and remove my hands from (y/n)'s ears. She gives me an amused look which I return, "Looks like I have to escort Hange back to base." I say to her, but I can't take her with me. If she comes back to my room tonight, I'm not entirely sure I would be able to control myself. Plus, she is still here with her squad, I trust they won't let anything happen to her.

"We'll talk more after the expedition, okay?" I say to her while twirling a few strands of her soft (h/l) (h/c) hair between my fingers. "Okay." She answered me quietly.

I give her a gentle kiss on her forehead and make my way back into the bar to get Hange.

Levi's POV:

Where did (y/n) go now? I leave for a few minutes to go to the washroom and she disappears. I head back to my squad at our table and take my seat.

I'm looking around the bar but I don't see her anywhere. "Captain," I hear Petra from next to me, "There you are! I've been looking for you." She wraps her arms around my neck and tries to pull me closer to her. Well, she's clearly drunk, "Petra, let go." I tell her sternly before I start unwrapping myself from her hold. "What's wrong, sir?" Petra pouts as I put more distance between myself and her.

I'm not blind, I know she has some form of personal feelings toward me. But she has never brought it up to me, so I have been able to ignore it. But now that she is drunk, she seems to have the courage to let it be seen.

"Where is (y/n)?" I ask her. Her face flushes an angry red, "It's always about her, isn't it." I groan at her, "Petra, don't start."

She's about to argue more, but I see the door open, and (y/n) walks in with Erwin. My hands clenched into fists, wasn't he ignoring her or something? They had been acting weird around one another for several days.

Erwin walks over to Hange, who is still passed out on the bar, and nudges her awake, "Come on," he mumbled to her, "let's go."

Hange, now half awake, had to lean most of her weight onto Erwin since she couldn't seem to stand up straight on her own. (Y/n) waves cheerfully at Hange and sits in the open seat between Oluo and Eren. Oluo's head was on the table, seemingly passed out as well.

(Y/n) jokes around with Eld and Eren, and a semiconscious Oluo contributes every once in a while. I can feel Petra's eyes still on me, "What?" I snap at her, getting annoyed by her persistence.

"Just tell me why, why not me?" Petra asked me desperately. "Because you're not her," I answer simply.

She looks really depressed now, but I'm not going to try and avoid hurting her feelings. She needs to get it so she can drop the idea and move on.

My attention is all on (y/n) again when I see someone from the MPs trying to get her attention, but she ignored him.

"Come on," I heard him say to (y/n), "You remember me, don't you? I certainly remember you."

(Y/n) shrugs her shoulders, "I met a lot of men and women from the MPs, they all start to look the same to me after a while. So don't take it personally."

I want to punch the guy in the face, but I know (y/n) will complain and say she can defend herself. So I'll just stay out of it... For now anyway.

"Either way, since you're not one of Lawrence's bitches anymore, you'll come home with me for free right?" The man said, eyeing her up and down.

"Sorry, but I wouldn't fuck you with Oluo's vagina." (Y/n) smirked at the man.

"Hey." Oluo moaned, lifting his head off the table. "I said 'I wouldn't', Oluo." (Y/n) laughs, "So if anything I was complimenting you."

"Oh, okay," Oluo replies as he rested his head back down on the table.

(Y/n) stood up from the table and started walking in the direction of the bar, when the MP man stood up as well and grabbed her ass, "Come on, how about if I pay you? I would pay a lot of money to get you in my bed."

I stood up from the table, getting ready to beat the living shit out of this scum. But (y/n) turned around and grabbed his groin roughly, causing him to freeze immediately and gasp in pain.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" (Y/n) growled quietly, leaning into him and tightening her grip a little more, "Doesn't this turn you on? To be grabbed without your permission, for someone to be forced on you? Isn't it fun? Aren't you having fun?"

I smirk at the terrified face of the man from the MP, mouth open but unable to let out any coherent words.

"Well, I'm having fun," (y/n) smiles at the man, "How do you feel right now? Are you in pain? Scared? Feeling helpless? Yeah, I know what that's like. And now, so do you."

"Please," was all the man managed to let out.

"Sure," (y/n) smiles, "But first you'll promise me you will never touch or look at me again, and that you'll never request a woman by the name of Clio. Understand?"

"Yes." The man said quietly, barely a whisper. "I can't hear you!" (Y/n) teased and she tightened her grip even more.

"Yes!" He practically screamed and (y/n) let go of him. Once she let go, the man ran out of the bar as fast as he could.

(Y/n) was about to sit back down next to Oluo, but she noticed Petra looked distressed, "Petra, are you okay? You don't look so good."

"I'm fine," Petra mumbled without looking up at her.

"Can I walk you back to HQ?" (Y/n) said gently, walking over to her and placing her hand on Petra's shoulder.

Once she touched her, Petra jumped up and swatted her hand away, "I don't need your help." She yelled at (y/n).

"Here, I'll take her." I mumble, I don't want her causing any trouble for anyone, "Stay here." I say to (y/n) as I walk with Petra out of the bar.

Thankfully she was silent for most of the walk. I thought we were actually going to make it without me having to speak with her, but I was wrong.

"Why don't you come to my room with me? Or I could go with you to your office." Petra said quietly, looking at me closely. "No," I say firmly, reaching for the doors leading inside.

"Levi, please!" Petra clutched my arm tightly, "Just give me one night, if you don't feel anything I'll never mention it again. But just please give me a chance."

All her begging just makes me want to get away from her faster. "I already told you no, Petra. Now go to your room and sleep it off."

Petra looks like she is about to cry, but she does what I ask and stomps away from me. I breathe a sigh of relief when she doesn't push the idea anymore.

Now to make my way back to the bar so I can walk back again with (y/n). Sure it was amusing for a while watching her kick Oluo's ass at anything they were competing at. But I was hoping to spend a little bit of time with her alone. Even if it's only for the duration of the walk back. That will be enough for me.

I make it back to the bar, but I don't see (y/n) anywhere. Most of my squad is still at the table, so I head over there to see where she went. "Where did (y/n) go?" I ask them, but all of them shrug. "She said she was going with you and Petra, we assumed she was with you," Gunter said, taking another sip from his drink.

What the fuck? She wasn't walking with Petra and I... Could she have gotten lost on the way? She is pretty drunk. I race out of the bar again to go look for her. I decide to retrace my steps back to HQ, looking down alleyways as I went, calling out her name.

Every second I don't see her, I can feel myself getting more and more panicked. If she passed out somewhere? What if someone kidnapped her? I clench my fists, fingernails digging into my palms. If that happens, I'll rip whoever it was into tiny little pieces.

I make it back to HQ and don't see her anywhere. Maybe I'll go grab a horse, it'll be faster. I turn to make my way to the stables, but I see a figure out of the corner of my eye.

I walk closer and breathe a sigh of relief when I see it's (y/n). She's laying on her back looking up at the night sky.

I surprise her when I take a seat next to her, "Oh hey Levi, what are you doing out here?" She asks me, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Me? You're just laying outside looking at the sky. What the hell are you doing out here?" I scold her, still annoyed by the fact she just disappeared like that.

"I was going to try and talk to Petra, but then I realized that you 2 may have been walking together back to HQ to hook up. So I felt that maybe I shouldn't interfere." (Y/n) explained, "I was going to head back to the bar, but then I looked up at the sky and just thought it was so pretty. So I decided to stay out here and stargaze a bit."

I narrow my eyes at her, "You're here because you couldn't see straight and had trouble walking because you're drunk, and decided to sit out here so you don't run the risk of your clumsy ass falling down any stairs." I say to her, studying her reaction.

"... Yes." She admitted as she lay back down on the grass.

I sigh at her, "Come on, I'll bring you inside." I hold out my hand for her to grab. "No, it's okay, Levi," She said, waving off my request, "I'll be okay, I just need some time."

Without warning her, I grab her and pull her up onto my shoulder, "Ah!" She shrieked in surprise, but started laughing afterward, "You really like throwing me over your shoulder don't you, Levi?"

"Just shut up and enjoy the ride," I smirk at her.

She starts laughing again, "Please tell me that's what you say to all your casual hookups."

"What makes you think I have casual hookups?" I ask her. "Have you met you?" She says as she slaps my back.

It's not like there haven't been offers. I've been approached by many female cadets who have wanted a night with me. But I have never had any interest in them, so I never went through with it. When I was younger and living in the underground, sure, I hooked up with a few women. But that kind of behavior hasn't interested me in a long time.

"Shut up," I respond.

Then I feel her slap my ass, "I was giving you a compliment, don't be rude." She giggles. "Don't do that again, or else." I snarl at her.

She doesn't say anything for a minute or so, but then she slaps my ass again. Oh, she's going to get it now. With my free hand, I give her ass a hard firm slap in return.

I hear her yelp in surprise, she probably wasn't expecting that. But it was a good excuse to slap her perfect ass.

She squirms on my shoulder a bit and I can feel the dagger she usually straps to her leg, "That better be a dagger I feel digging into me." I say with a smirk.

"Nope, that's just my dick." She says innocently. I just roll my eyes and adjust her weight slightly on my shoulder. "Where are we going?" (Y/n) asks me as she realizes we are not heading to the female dorms, "You can sleep it off in my room," I tell her, "I don't want you vomiting in your sleep and suffocating."

"I'm not that drunk!" She protests a little and struggles against my grip.

"You were going to sleep outside because you didn't want to accidentally kill yourself on the stairs. And I don't trust Blouse to look after you."

She doesn't resist anymore, just lets me carry her quietly to my room.

On the way, something pops up in my mind. When (y/n) was talking to the man from the MPs, one of her conditions for releasing him was to leave someone named Clio alone. I wonder what that's about.

"Who is Clio?" I asked her out of the blue.

"You heard that?" She asks.

"Well, it was a pretty entertaining interaction between you and that man," I respond.

She giggles, "Her real name is Celeste. She's a good friend of mine from Laurie's. I tried to help her as much as I could; she was too kind and timid to work under Laurie. So I helped her out whenever I could, even if it meant a beating for me."

She falls silent again, and I don't want to press her too hard.

We reach my door and I shift her weight around in order to unlock the door.

I put her down as I close the door behind us, and she learns on the wall next to the door. "Can you help me to the washroom? I just want to wash my face, I feel so gross."

I smirk at her, "Considering your current state and the fact that you're pretty clumsy at the best of times, I wouldn't recommend you doing that. You'll probably drown with your luck."

"... Fair." She sighed and immediately she staggers over to my couch and plops herself down on it.

"You can take the bed you know," I tell her as I go grab an extra blanket for her.

She is face down on one of the pillows and only mumbles in response. As I drape the blanket over her, she turns over to look up at me, "Why didn't you hook up with Petra?" She asks, beautiful (e/c) eyes staring up at me.

"Why do you care?" I retort with another smirk. "Asking for a friend." She answers simply.

I sit on the table in front of the couch and study her face, "You're a bad liar." I tell her, watching her face go red.

"Tell you what," I cup my fingers under her chin to make sure she is looking at me, "You tell me why you care and I'll tell you why I won't sleep with Petra."

(Y/n) considers my offer and her face goes even redder. "No." She answered, pulling the blanket up and over her now scarlet face.

"Truth is, it can never happen with Petra because I feel something for someone else. Beautiful (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes are all that occupy my mind." I say quietly, but loud enough for her to hear me.

She lifts the blankets over her head, "My father?" She gasps, "He got to you too?!" Typically I would roll my eyes at her little jokes, but I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

(Y/n) gasped again, "The honey badger laughed!"

"Shut up and listen to me," I grab her face gently, but firm enough so she can't look away from me, "I want you. I want you in so many different ways. I want your back on every surface in here. I want to pound into you until you can't walk for a week." Her eyes widen at me, but she doesn't try to pull away. "You're being especially candid tonight, Levi," she comments, her eyes not leaving mine.

"I guess it's because I know you probably won't remember any of this tomorrow," I say to her, "And I wanted to get it off my chest anyway."

"Clever." She giggled as I let go of her face, "Goodnight, (y/n)." I brush some of her (h/c) hair aside so I could give her a gentle kiss on her jawline under her ear.

I can feel her shiver from my touch, making it even harder for me to leave her. But she's drunk and when I make her mine, I want her to be sober and coherent.

"Goodnight, Levi." I hear (y/n) say as I head into my room. I pause, just hearing her sweet voice say my name made me want to forget my morality and give in to my urges. But I can't, I want to do this right.

I don't dare look back at her, knowing I wouldn't be able to resist if I saw her again. I close the door behind me and do my best to try and fall asleep.