pillowtalking | hey mister carter

[ She visibly tenses. Does he really have to be so crude? But then it occurs to her-- such crudeness is appropriate. ] Simply s-sharing the surface area of sk-k-kin won't be... won't be enough.

[ It's well known that a grown man can keep an entire family of four warmed enough if he's in such a state... When one has an issue with what's being done, one has to rationalize it. The only rationale for this is survival, and that alone should be more than enough reason to act.

But why is she suddenly nervous? Hm. ] ...We... don't h-have to go all the way. [ Or so she thinks. Whatever. ] Let's get this over with... l-let me-- unbutton your shirt, th-then.

[ She has to move just to do that, pulling some of the blankets she has with her. ]

Right... just get on with it.

[Levi stops talking in favor of action, helping to undress her as well, unstrapping her gear straps and starting to unbutton her shirt. It's embarrassing, but it's also Hange which is... Embarrassing but also more like seeing a close dudebro naked.]

[A close dudebro that you plan on having sex with.]

[ Yes, this is... weird. Not awkward, though, not when they're both soldiers and know what has to be done (at least not yet). But still weird.

She keeps her eyes averted or simply staring at something past him. It's easier that way.

After all the belts, in silence she unbuttons his shirt one by one, until the fabric is parted and she can run cool fingers over his chest. She won't strip him of his shirt, for even that amount of coverage would be better than none, but a bare chest against hers is good enough. Her touch does not venture anywhere exciting yet, not when some amount of heat must be generated first. Instead, she runs one hand up and down his midline, simply feeling his body in this dim light. She's always known him to be rather defined in his muscles, but it's so much more different-- intimate-- like this. ...Right. Not thinking about that.

As for herself, well. She allows him to do what he wishes with her clothes. She's simply not expect much of grace with this from him, anyway. ]

[He opens her shirt, confused by her bra a moment before managing to get that off too. He... never really expected Zoe to have a nice rack on her, but it wasn't bad-- Not that he was thinking about it or anything. This was still weird. He rubs his hands under her breasts, feeling the weight of them idly, where they should have been warm-- And presses close to her to press their naked flesh together, trying to generate heat.]

This is so fucking awkward...

[ She's not so very well endowed that it's noticeable, and military uniform provides pressure to keep her chest pressed in. There's always a small amount of ease brought with undressing and unbinding as a result, but it is simply strange that someone is fondling them. That someone being Levi. It's not bad, per se, but it is.... Yeah, she'll have to do something about this mood.

Two fingers are just slipping under the top of his pants when he speaks, and she stops from moving further for a slight smirk.

And then she decides to simply cup his crotch with her hand, giving him a firm squeeze. ] I can think of three other reasons as to why this is awkward besides the obvious. [ Except, there are a number of obvious things that are awkward here, so to what things she refers is left up to his imagination. ] Don't worry; I'll pretend your Erwin the entire time.

[ While that may or may not be a joke,... it is definitely a challenge. It is a subtle opportunity to make things more exciting, if he understands her at all. ]

[Levi lets out a grunt, when she cups his groin, hissing out a breath as her very cold fingers grip him, and he almost elbows her in the face for it. His nails press into her back and he jerks his own muscled thigh between her legs, feeling her cunt through their clothes, feeling her heat, finally... It was necessary, but it didn't mean Levi would be romantic about it. He wasn't even romantic with partners he fucked outside of life and death situations.]

[His eyes narrow.]

So will I.

[ She chuckles despite the icy, prickly grip of his nails upon her back. Yes-- this is just the reaction she wanted, and exactly what she expected. His enthusiasm in annoyance, perhaps hatred of this entire situation can be used much for fuel for their heat-- in all definitions of the word. It's something she can work with better than any romance. ]

Glade we're on the same p-- [ The thigh that comes up between her legs makes her jerk in return, her breath hitching for an instant. ] --page. [ Upon him, her grip tenses for a moment before as a different kind of heat is elicited, one that has her hand relax into a tender massage for a moment thereafter, and one that has her face suddenly flush.

She will then begin to remove the last belt around his waist, going to tug open his pants. ]

[When her breath hitches, it's a small victory, even when it makes her grip on him tighten. It's not like she had her fingers right around his balls or anything, so no harm no foul. She pulls open his trousers, he pushes his thigh up against her again, before squirming back to let her pull them down and off with his boots, hissing as his back lands on the cold floor and he scrambles to pull the blankets tighter.]

Fuck, that shit canes. Come here.

[His cold little fingers find her waistband, unstrapping the buckles of her gear deftly, with practice they all had, before opening her own uniform pants. He never thought he'd be ready to see Hange Zoe's snatch and he still wasn't-- at least the light was dim in the cabin.]

[ She helps him undress the rest of her, shimmying off her pants and removing her boots, or as much that is needed to as necessary. His second grind of his thigh isn't helping with how she works or concentrates.

And yes, it is a good reason the lights are dim here, because she's not ready for him. In more ways than one. Regardless she does move closer to him, over him, one hand just by his head, her face hovering just above his. She is much closer to him now than she has ever been before, and now she can really feel him, his heat, his skin, his heartbeat. Her other is already wrapped around him, jerking up and down slowly, slowly, then quicker and quicker. For a split second she catches his eye contact before glancing away. For a moment it seems as if she's drawing near to kiss him, but she simply bypasses his lips to whisper something into his ear. She has to establish something first: ] We... talk about this to no one.

[He tries to keep his cool, his deadpan demeanor, and it stays in place even when he feels her hot cunt against his thigh now, bare and wet, her weight pressed over his smaller body.... But when her cold hand wraps around his dick, he yelps.]

Fuck! At least-- shit, shit, that's better...

[Her had was quick to warm on him, in the least, even if her fingers were still chilly against the hot skin. He'd getting hard despite all of it, and he's not sure if he hates his body for it or not.]

Why the fuck would I tell anyone?

[ Pulling away from him momentarily, she sees that he's so... flustered. And is that some shame she detects? Frustrated that it's come to this? Uncertainty if he should be feeling this way? When this close, it's easy to read the body language of such things. Hange could care less for that stigma, if this is necessary for heat, which is something they are certainly generating. Yet seeing him like this, a different side is evoked within her. She's definitely pleased, as is obvious by her physical reactions. ]

[ So to answer his question: ] Because-- [ She momentarily adjusts, her lips positioned at his collar bone right before she licks, her tongue slowly searing from the base of his neck to just below his bottom lip. She pulls away with a teasing smile. Now you have gross Hange saliva. Or who knows if he'd like that in this situation-- she hypothesizes he could be sensitive around his neck area. ] ...You're an ass.

[ Speaking of which, she is considering shoving a finger or two up his just to hear him moan. ]

[When she licks up his throat, she's rewarded with a shiver and a thrust of his skinny hips, before he lets out a disgusted sort of noise.]

Don't fucking-- don't lick me, asswipe. Messy piece of shit...

[Levi scratches his blunt nails up her back, one going into the messy hair at her nape, the other tugging roughly at her hip as he rocked his thigh up to grind against her slowly.]

Fucking...

[ Aw, but she's sure he liked it, if his reaction is any indication. She hasn't even taken him inside her yet, and already he's like this. Truly, it's a pleasure to get to know this side to him. She replies again, her voice notably breathy after he pushes his thigh up against her. ] Well, I'm-- [ A strained smirk as his nails dig into her flesh and his hips rocking upwards. The feeling isn't unpleasant, the thought of wanting more of that stays longer this time. ] ...--I'm not going to kiss you.

[ That would be too. Intimate. Fucking is a-okay. Kissing is reserved for romance.

Along that line, it's about time they got to it. The reason for delaying thus far has been to generate heat. She moves herself off his thigh, straddling him. Her hand still wrapped around his cock, she positions his tip just outside so he can feel her folds. Just that amount of contact makes her muscles tense, her thighs squeeze about his legs, as heated anticipation overwhelms her body. If it seems like she's hesitating, she's only giving him one last chance to turn back now. You never know; this could be enough warmth for him. ]

I don't want you to fucking kiss me either.

[He hitches in breath as she straddles him, positioning herself. He's not sure if he's okay with this, still, but it was necessary... He'd always told himself he'd probably only sleep with one of his coworkers if it was a life or death situation... He had just never thought it would become a reality.]

[His hand comes up between her legs, gripping her thigh a moment like he might stop her, before two fingers hook into her instead, curling up into the front wall of her pussy, rubbing into the wet, hot flesh. It's gross, wet and sticky, but he's not cruel enough to fuck a woman without getting her off too... even if it's Hange.]

[ Perhaps for the first time this night she's genuinely surprised: by his touch-- which suddenly makes her hips jerk, letting go of him as she places her hands upon abdominals for support, rubbing his touch into her further-- and the motion in of itself. It's for the latter reason that she must contemplate further, questioning exactly why he would care to give her anything more here than necessary. She's already laid the grounds that this isn't for pleasure, but survival, anyway.

The thought is nice, if he truly does care. But she has doubts that it's more of a matter of a man's pride to pleasure their partner.] You--

[ Still, she bites her lips to further prevent making another indignant noise as he touches her, the rise and fall of her chest slowly becoming heavier. She struggles to gain a hold on her voice, grimacing through the strained pleasure. ] ...Don't have to do that.

[He pushes his fingers in to the third knuckle, curling and pushing and rubbing. She's slick enough he can maneuver them around a bit roughly, and he could make fun of her for it... But he's painfully hard between his legs and he can't deny the fact that he'd been that way since she'd cupped at him the first time. It's a little lonely, the way he lives his life, and maybe that means his body will jump at anything... but no, even if it's for survival Levi could admit, to himself, that Zoe wouldn't have been his last choice.]

[He lets out a breath, pulling her down closer with his other hand, not willing to lose the body heat they've already generated.]

You think I'm a selfish bastard, huh?

[ Aren't you? She almost says, but no. She knows better than that, and the way he's playing her body is proof. As if she can think much of anything else, really, as he continues to prod her. The curling makes her back arch slightly; the pushing and rubbing, her knuckles are drawn taught; and the harshness of his motions? She swallows down a groan that threatens to escape the back of her throat, and her insides begin to ache of a feeling to be filled. ] The, ah...

[ The thought did cross my mind. No, she's not saying that either. She leans down towards him when he pulls, the pert tips of her breasts pressing into him. She adjusts her entire body along his so that she doesn't have all of her weight on him. One of each of their hands is between them, both playing with each other, both acting as the one separation from going all the way; although, Hange's jerks along his length are becoming more stagnated in her pulls, more sensual in her pushes.

She doesn't make eye contact, though, as she insists: ] It's not necessary.

[He bites at his lip, just a little, when her hand pumps slower-- steadier on his cock, and his hips jerk just a fraction. His fingers bury deeper inside of her wet snatch, twisting them up and forward, the first knuckle of his thumb pressing into her clit as he moves his hand. Levi lets out a pant, tipping his head back.]

[He doesn't want to meet her gaze either, not yet.]

More heat if we both get off.

['Still not necessary', she wants to reply, but since he seems adamant about it... she lets it the argument drop. ] A...a.

[ That's either an affermation or a moan. Either way, it's not only his stubbornness on the subject that has her relent. His touches, too, press her into wanting more of it, and she presses back into his hand, signaling as much. When he runs his thumb over her clit, that's when she suddenly stops with her ministrations upon his cock, gripping him much more tightly than she intends. That might hurt him, but it will be over soon; she can't help it at the moment. A pleasurable wave shoots upward, from between her legs to her throat, and she grinds forward into his hand as the pleasure relaxes.

Purely physiological, the way her hips have suddenly jerked; surely he would understand. It doesn't make the sound she makes less embarrassing, however. She's ready for him, and she makes this apparent when, once again, she positions herself just above his tip. ]

[Her harsh grip on him makes him keen out a sharp breath of air, and he retaliates with a tight curl of his fingers, pulling her forward a little as he jerked. When she calms though, so does he and he lets out a low swear. 'Easy on the merchandise,' something like that under his breath.]

[And now here they are. He runs his tongue over his lips, still panting out cold breath in the chilled air, but his lungs aren't stabbing at him anymore. Small victories. His free hand moves to her hip, gripping it a moment to still her as he gives her pussy one more hard rub, curling his fingers into her deep and grinding his thumb into her clit.]

[And then, he pulls his hand away, sticky with her juices (he still manages to make a face,) and curls it around the base of his cock, ready for her.]

If you're so fucking eager, do it already.

[ The final rub over her seems to do the trick. She takes her hand off him completely now, a finger going to press to his lips he has just wet with his tongue. She speaks under her breath, more exasperated than she's willing to let on, but there's no denying how this is making her feel. ] --Sh...shut the fuck up for once, will you?

[ Exasperated, indeed. She doesn't need any more encouragement to engage him completely now. Hange easily lowers herself onto him, sheathing him completely in her warmth and wetness, a small roll of her hips accompanying the movement. She sighs, she closes her eyes, and she bites her lip as the bare minimum is satisfied within her with this much. She doesn't jerk quickly just yet, simply getting a feel for him, her hands upon his stomach for a small amount of support. ]

[Levi lets out a snort of breath, about to respond, when she slides onto his cock. She hot and tight around him, and her weight on top of him... well, it's more of a turn on than he'd like to admit. No one wanted the World's Strongest Man to be that submissive in bed.]

[When her hands push into his hard belly, Levi cants his hips up into her, jerking her on top of him as both hands curl around her hips.]

Fuck.

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[ Her nails scrape gently over his lower stomach, adjusting to his initial rhythm as she presses down onto him, biting the bottom of her lip as she feels the tight fit, how he hits deeper with that buck of his hips. She awkwardly jerks back at that, but soon her entire body moves with him, her thighs compressing on either side of him. Yes, this is the heat that's needed, and she works to make sure it's prolonged in its build up.

As she leans forward, she rubs herself further on him. Her breaths soon turn into pants, drawing quicker than she has before. The smile she wears is an ironic one, one that shows that even she can't believe that they're doing this, and what's more, that she's thoroughly enjoying it all the same. ]

[It is warm now, hot even. Levi can barely remember why they're doing this though, with her pussy around his cock, rocking just right to push him deep into her body. His hands pull her forward, as his hips thrust up and he groans a he buries himself inside of her. He feels great, and the way she's clenching he knows she feels good on him too.]

Stop-- fucking smiling, you want something?

[Another thrust up is what she gets, Levi starting into a rhythm that's a little rough around the edges, but measured and slow at the same time, his hard stomach muscles clenching beneath her hands as his body moves.]

[ And here she can't help but smile slyly at his annoyance. She guides their rhythm to accelerate the force and speed with each roll of her hips, getting her a sweet, brief shock with each movement. ] No, no--

[ Ah, that thrust. Her body quivers along with it, and she arches her back, unable to stop a low moan from passing between her lips. ] I just want... [ She reaches up to her face, taking off her glasses. ] --to survive.

[ She tosses the glasses to the side; they're military grade, so they won't break that easily. Besides, they're not important. What is is that as she's pulled forward, she holds onto his forearms tightly. She withdraws her hips slowly and upward as well, nearly sliding off him, only to come back down onto him with much more force. She eagerly takes him in once again, her inner walls compressing around him, and she licks her lips in a satisfied manner after that, continuing with the same motions. ] ...Is that a problem?

I think [--the way she's grinding down on him is making him hiss through his teeth, his hips moving in time with hers eagerly,] nngh, fuck

[Articulate. At least he's punctual about his thrusts. When she sets the pace, he gets right into it, fucking up into her body with every slam of her hips down, meeting every rock of her hips, again and again.]

I think I can manage that.

[ Riding him, rocking her hips into him, against him, beads of sweat forming along her brow and back, a lustful glint in her brown eyes-- she must appear wilder than usual. She doubts its something he would ever find attractive, but again, that's not important. She half gasps, half laughs-- ] H-haa...

[ Her back curves as she experiences this pleasure shoot through her body with each buck of his hips; she only uses one hand upon his stomach for support and the other goes to brush now messy hair out of her eyes. ] Good.

[ Unlike him, she's not as talkative or vocal during. Continuing with their rhythm, she finds herself beginning to experience a certain closeness. It does make her grinds more pronounced, the hand on him balling into a fist, a soft, perhaps feminine sound escaping her more often. ]

Hell yeah it's fucking good.

[What was that about being professional about this? It's good sex, even Levi can admit that, especially with Zoe on his cock, grinding down onto him just right. Even with her long hair messier than usual, her sweating and dripping all over him in more ways than one, Levi finds it all hot. He'll want to wash up right after this, but during sex? It's more of a turn on than he'd ever admit.]

[Levi's talkative during sex, it comes with the territory alongside his usually dirty mouth, but right now it's mostly dissolving into low swears and grunts as he gets closer to climax, rutting his hips up into her with less finesse than he had at the beginning, his fingers digging harder into her hip as his other hand moves to the small of her back, gripping at sweaty skin, nails leaving harmless white scratches.]

[ They fit and move well together, she realizes in the back of her mind, but the thought is quick to perish with another thrust of his hips. She can feel all of him this way, moving in and out. The barest but necessary friction sliding past wet, compressing walls provides the base of the motivation to move more quickly and harder. She's breathing is labored, a soft guttural sound escaping her more often.

Then she jerks suddenly as he hits a certain spot-- good, yes, more-- each thrust accompanied with a short gasp, as if she can't quite find enough air to express what she's feeling. Then that moment comes, the moment when ecstasy wins out and it becomes difficult to focus on the motion of her body itself, simply letting the feeling guide her hips as thighs squeeze him, as her back arches and she slowly tilts her head back, and as her nails dig into his sides as she holds him.

Yet she won't let herself feel wonderful with him. Remain detached-- that's all she must do and what she has done throughout their escapade... except for a brief moment where she couldn't restrain her feelings during that climax. Cold has been the look in her eyes, insincere has been her expression and smiles until now, but for an instant it's replaced with something else-- something gentle and fond, perhaps-- as she looks down at him, continuing to press heavily down upon him until he finishes. That is, before she realizes what she's doing, why she's doing it, and just who she's with-- for then she glances away. ]

[He's not expecting that look, when she comes. He feels her clench up around him and spasm and he's happy he got her off, he is because that was the point of all his ministrations earlier and Levi can't help but feel a bit of pride. Sure, his dick is wet, but it just wouldn't be right if his partner was left without.]

[But he still isn't expecting that look from her, and when she looks away, so does he, throwing an arm over his eyes as he ruts harder up into her, letting go now that she's come and with a low, guttural fuck, he thrusts into her body deep as he orgasms. His mind goes blank and he floats, and he may have said her name (or someone else's?) so quietly under his breath, but it didn't matter now...]

[ She feels him experience that release within her, that familiar sensation of being filled adding just more to the aftereffects of pleasure. She's not sure why, but she wouldn't have minded that whisper being her name then. Best not to dwell on it. And....Now that the euphoria is over-- like all good things, over too quickly-- the weight of the situations is more obvious. She realizes that it probably wasn't necessary for them to go all the way. Well, that's a shameful thought, if only for the implications.

Out of that sweet, content feeling of exhaustion, she finds herself leaning forward onto him, pressing her chest to his, before finally moving off of him to be by his side. She keeps one leg linked with his, pulling the covers back towards them. Normally she would be out of here. She would have changed and left him alone. But that can't be done in this coldness. (Thankfully, it seems that whatever cold front outside isn't as bad as it was a few minutes ago. How convenient.) So she stays with him, if only for the fact they still should conserve heat. After some prolonged moments or so of catching her breath and waiting for him to do the same, she breaks the silence. ]

Aah, finally it's warmer now. [ What a forced smile that is in her voice. ] At least...aha. It feels that way, you know?

Tch. Yeah.

[Levi's much the same way, he'd rather be up and out of bed already to shower off, but it's warm in their little nest of blankets, she's still warm around his softening cock-- nngh, was, he grunts as she slips off of him and rolls onto her side.]

[He catches his breath and lays back fully, stretching a little. Her skin is hot against his, and he can't help but keep am arm around her while they lay there, to keep her warmth.]

We should still wait until morning, to head back.

[ It's not. Unpleasant, lying here with him. It's warm, and that's what counts most. Warmer than they started, and it seems the worst of the storm has passed, as well as that gripping coldness. ] Won't it be morning in a few hours anyway?

[ A smirk, a sigh. She speaks lazily, masking discomfort. ] I... believe it's safe enough to fall asleep. You can go ahead if you want; if it gets cold again I'll wake you. [ There's no way she can sleep right now. There's too much on her mind, plus there's that awkward, raw feeling seeping out from between her legs. ]

I can't fucking sleep on missions.

[It would make this more awkward, but he just can't. The paranoia of being in the Scouting Legion doesn't really allow it.]

It was all right though. This. All things considered.

Really? Neither can I. [ Huh. She doubts anyone could. ]

[ She bites her bottom lip. She's going to feel guilty if she doesn't say something. ] ...It probably didn't have to go that far. Extra warmth from the body-- just.... arousal is needed. That's all.

That's what I'm fucking saying. It didn't have to, but I didn't fucking mind it either.

[He looks away, just huffing out a sigh.]

O...oh.

[ Wow she can be dense with these things. ] I suppose, then... I didn't mind it either. [ Geez fuck why is she so red now. These kinds of situations, man, they throw her off. ] It was an innocuous result.

hey mister carter

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im sorry my replies are short _( Q A Q _)

's kay i saw a you're/your typo on my part a tag back ugh

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WOW THIS IS SO LATE

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