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Where Levi comes from, being beautiful is a curse.
In the depths of the Underground, the last thing any woman wants to be is beautiful. The problem is that it attracts unnecessary attention, draws the eyes of unsavoury characters, to put it lightly. To put it heavily, a beautiful woman is seen as a commodity. If she’s not whored out by some sweaty, pig-bellied old fuck looking to make a quick buck, she’s likely to be ogled at the least, and at the worst, groped.
Her mother was a victim. From her earliest memories, Levi can recall her mother’s strained face, the knit of her brow as another customer left their tiny room, rented from the brothel. The way she scrubbed her skin clean with water from the kitchen sink. They didn’t have a tub or a barrel to fill with water, and so baths were taken from the sink. And yet, despite this, his mother was always immaculate. Clean, pale skin and flowing black hair, the strands long and shiny, not matted together in the slightest. It added to her beauty, Levi thinks, the fact that she was clean. It gave the lowlifes that came to see her some sort of escapist fantasy, that just for a second, they could believe they were above ground where the water was clean enough to bathe in.
Levi herself had experienced it, too. Her mother’s looks had passed onto her, which she supposed Above would be considered a blessing. From a young age she remembers the looks, the passing glances, the roaming hands. It was easier to hide her face with a hood, attempt to mask as a boy. Kenny had told her to do that, after his mother had passed and she’d stayed with him for a year. He’d dragged her onto a stool and told her to hold still, took a pair of scissors to her hair and chopped it short, shaved the edges to half an inch with a rusty razor. She’d watched in horror as the last remains of her mother, the resemblance she had to her, disappeared. Without her long hair, her face looked sharper, more gaunt. More masculine. She supposed that was the point. The looks didn’t stop after that, never did, but less people touched her.
In her later years, as a teenager, when she was making enough money to eat better, her face filled out. Her cheeks became rounder and her eyes less sallow, and when she looked in the mirror, she saw her mother again. She never grew her hair back out.
From a young age, Levi believed beauty was a curse.
Until she met Erwin.
Erwin wielded beauty like a blade. She had the sort of face men would fall to their knees for, leave their wives for. Thick, arched eyebrows that she tweezed in the evening to maintain their harsh shape. High cheekbones, thin cheeks, sharp jawline. She exuded maturity, the mark of a woman who would not tolerate any bullshit, who could not be swayed or have her head turned. She had none of the childish roundness that Levi still hadn’t managed to grow out of, even into her twenties. Erwin’s eyes, piercing blue, were hooded and suggestive. Long blonde lashes adorned them like butterflies, dancing on her pretty eyelids. Her hair, blonde and full, flowed down past her shoulders and ended between her shoulder blades. At work, in the battlefield, she wore it tied up in a tight bun so as not to get it caught in the wires of her ODM gear. At galas, parties, and Corps fundraisers, she let it down, the scent of her shampoo filling the air as she waltzed past.
She held herself with a great deal of decorum. As far as Levi knew, Erwin did not come from money. Her father had been a schoolteacher and her mother had taken care of the house, filling the traditional role of a woman. Erwin could not be more different. She took after her father more than her mother. She had an insatiable need for knowledge, and to combat it, she had joined the cadets, and then gone into the Survey Corps. From there, she had risen the ranks faster than any of her peers or predecessors, gaining the title of Section Commander, next in line to Shadis when he eventually kicked the bucket. And her beauty, which Levi both envied and desired, was her weapon of choice.
She bore it like a dagger, but not in the traditional sense. It would be rare to see her in anything low cut that showed off her chest or her hips. Instead, she wore the same dress uniform as the rest of the soldiers, dazzled merchants and nobles with her face, and then talked them into opening their wallets and shelling out donations to the Corps.
It was a shame, really, that it was her beauty that drew men to her. Because Levi knew, when she spoke, that she was the smartest person in the room. And had she been a man, she’d be admired for that intellect of her’s. It was her favourite compliment that Levi had ever given her, she’d once said in the privacy of her office. The one time Levi had ever thought to voice the running dialogue in her head, the endless commentary of beautiful, clever, unbreakable, strong that ran 24/7 through her mind. She’d said it quietly, after Erwin had explained the long distance scouting formation to her for the first time.
“You came up with this?” Levi had asked.
“Yes.” Erwin had replied, a proud smile on her face. “A few years ago, admittedly. It took a very long time to get it approved.”
“You’re very clever, aren’t you?”
She had glowered with pride, with satisfaction, and threw her head back as she laughed. Her blonde hair had spilled over her shoulders and Levi had almost spilled out of her seat watching her smile.
“I’ve been told.”
She laughs like that now, as Levi makes some sardonic dirty joke under her breath. They’re surrounded by nobles, and so she has to hide her laughter behind her carefully manicured hand, but she still makes sure to nudge her shoulder with her own in some form of admonishment.
“Oh,” She sighs, as her blue eyes scan the room. “I’m tiring of this.”
“Agreed.” Levi replies gruffly. She’s been tiring of this since they walked into the room. “When can we leave?”
Erwin’s eyes go to the nobles, each of them progressively more drunk since the night began, now on their tenth glass of wine and their sixth glass of champagne.
“I don’t think we’ll squeeze much more out of them tonight, do you?” She jokes.
“No. I think they’re at the point where they’re more likely to grab your ass than their wallets.” Levi spits in response.
“Why not both?” Erwin chuckles.
Levi’s expression sours, and Erwin must see that she’s overstepped the mark with her crude humour. It’s the sort of joke she’d make to Miche, and he’d laugh, having never experienced the realities of what goes on in a brothel. She’s never gone to the trouble of explaining her mother’s situation to Erwin, but by now, she’s clocked on. How, Levi has no idea. But she has.
“Apologies,” Erwin whispers into her ear, and the hand on her lower back seals the deal, dissipates any lasting bitterness in a matter of seconds. “May I take you home, dove?”
Levi wants to laugh, or scowl, or maybe point out that the barracks could hardly be considered home, and masquerading as a couple that has a home is a silly thing to do. But to an extent, Erwin is right. The barracks has a bed that they sleep in, a bathroom that they bathe in, a toilet that they shit in. It’s as close to home as two soldiers can get. And it has Erwin, her inviting embrace, her scent on the pillows. Anywhere that Erwin exists is home to Levi.
“I asked you not to call me that.” She frowns, but allows Erwin to lead her from the room with her arm around her waist.
“Forgive me, angel.” She coos into her ear. “I mistook your wings and halo for the feathers of a bird.”
Their closeness does not attract the attention of the party-goers, not even the sober ones. To the curious eye, she and Erwin are two very close friends. Two women, both soldiers, brought ever closer by their being sisters in arms. They’ve been compared to that before - sisters. The thought makes Levi laugh. She has no idea how anybody makes that connection, especially when Erwin leads her, hand-in-hand, to their awaiting carriage like she’s the princess in some children’s fairytale. And then slaps her ass as soon as she gets her foot on the first step.
Until the curtains of the carriage are drawn, Levi says nothing. Then, when they find themselves with a little privacy, she shrugs off the jacket of her dress uniform and settles comfortably into Erwin’s lap, legs on either side of her waist.
“Pretty lady.” Erwin tells her, spreading her legs so that Levi’s ass can rest easily on top of her thick thighs. “You stunned them all tonight.”
“You’re the stunning one.” Levi frowns, pushing a strand of her blonde hair from her face and tucking it neatly behind her ear. She styles it for events like this, but by the end of the night, it always ends up all over the place. She’ll visit the bathroom multiple times to smooth it down again during a party. Levi prefers it without the hold of hair products. When she wakes up in the morning, it pools over the pillow at all angles, often ending up in her mouth or up her nose, but she can’t think to complain. She’s lucky to lay next to Erwin at all. “The Dazzling Miss Smith. I just stand beside you looking angry.”
“Ha! You make me sound like some bar singer, crooning for tips.” Erwin grins her signature wide smile. “I like your menacing glares. It’s very sexy how you bring men to silence with one scowl.”
“Don’t mock bar singers. It’s honest work.” Levi huffs, juts out her jaw. “I used to sing in bars.”
“Surely not.”
Levi rolls her eyes and lies through her teeth. “I did.”
“I can tell when you’re fibbing, darling.” She chuckles softly. “Sing for me, then.”
“No.” Levi scowls. “How about I eat you out instead and you shut your big gob?”
“Mm. I think we can come to a truce on those terms.”
“Good. Be quiet for once and get comfy.”
“Not going to kiss me first?”
“Not kissing some lowly bar singer.”
Erwin chuckles and focuses her gaze on Levi, gives her a pointed look. A look that says come here and kiss me, dove. Levi finally relents, leaning down to press her lips against Erwin’s. They slot together like two puzzle pieces, made for one another. The hard line of Erwin’s lips, full but not overly plump, fits between the pillows of her own, and they meld together slowly, languidly, the champagne from earlier in the night easing their way. Levi feels the slippy sort of texture of Erwin’s lipstick against her own lips and knows they’ll be stained red by the time she pulls away, a mark left, not permanent, but enough to let arousal rush to her groin.
Erwin sighs soft against her lips and loops and arm around her waist, pulling her ever closer, so that their chests are pressed against one another. The heat emanates from her torso, and even underneath the fabric of her shirt, Levi can feel the rise and fall of her tits following the rhythm of her breathing. Her hands fly up to the top button of her blouse, testing the waters by ghosting her fingers against it, unable to fight the smile that rises on her lips when Erwin chuckles incredulously.
“Any excuse, dove.” She coos, fixing Levi with a look that intends to scold, but Levi has already kissed the lipstick from her lips and so it holds very little weight. “I don’t think you need my shirt unbuttoned to eat me out.”
Levi huffs a frustrated sigh and goes to remove her hand from Erwin’s shirt, only to find fingers around her wrist, holding it in place.
“Do you want me to or not?” Levi scoffs.
“Oh, fine. Yes. Go on.”
“Don’t have to sound so annoyed about it.” She murmurs gruffly, but goes to undo the first few buttons, watching her lover spill from the fabric like water cresting over a cliffside. The bra she wears is white and lacy, finer than anything Levi has ever bothered to buy and never saw the point of until she watched Erwin undress for the first time. She unbuttons Erwin’s shirt to the bottom, leaves it hanging open over her torso, and resists the urge to stuff herself between Erwin’s chest. Instead, she reaches out, takes her tits in her hands, and squeezes, watches as she shifts underneath her with a flush rising to her cheeks. She reacts beautifully to this, Levi has always thought, especially when she circles the dark skin of her nipple hidden beneath the lace, and earns a shudder and a cut-off moan in response, those pretty lips parted appreciatively and her eyes hooded.
“You’re beautiful.” Levi tells her, face set into a sincere sort of determination. “Be mine. Only mine. Forever.”
Erwin giggles, dizzy, a little shyly, but mostly because she finds Levi’s sudden intensity funny. “That’s the idea, darling.” She whispers. “I wouldn’t let anybody but you touch me.”
“Good.” Levi sniffs, lifting the weight of her tits in her hands and letting them drop again, repeating the motion with a satisfied sort of smirk. It’s verging on obsession, but Erwin doesn’t mind. Not as long as it’s Levi. “Can I taste you?”
“Do you have to ask?” Erwin coos.
Levi slips from her guarded position on Erwin’s lap and sinks into the footrest, sliding her previously discarded jacket underneath her knees. She doesn’t mind the bruises, no, but rather the assumptions that come with them. To look upon her own knees and see purple blooming on her skin, knowing it came from pleasuring Erwin, making her come... people would think different, though. That she had been on her knees for a man. The thought sickens her.
Carefully, her fingers go to the fly of Erwin’s trousers, the woollen fabric tight around her thighs. She undoes it swiftly, and Erwin lifts her hips, allowing the fabric to be pulled down over her legs. Levi isn’t so desperate that she doesn’t fold the trousers neatly first, placing them on the seat that should be her’s, were she not knelt between the pale expanses of Erwin’s legs. Her pants match her bra. Levi stifles an eye roll.
Erwin wiggles her booted feet against Levi’s sides, cocking her eyebrow with a dangerous smirk. “Keeping these on?” She grins, referring to the boots that span halfway up her muscular legs.
“Not got time to be undoing all your fuckin’ laces.” Levi huffs.
“Oh, just admit you’ve got a thing for them.” She teases, and earns a weak slap against her leather-clad calf in response, which only makes her smile wider.
“Scoot.” Levi frowns, ignoring her teasing, and watching as she shifts her lovely ass closer to the edge of the seat, half hanging off the edge. “Comfy?”
“Will be in a second.” She grins.
Levi doesn’t manage to suppress her eye roll this time, but Erwin doesn’t seem to mind. Mainly because Levi has shifted forwards, pressing her lips to the fabric of her underwear that covers the slick wet of her pussy. A wet patch betrays her arousal, and Levi nudges her nose against it, feeling immense satisfaction when Erwin breathes a pliant sigh above her, her muscles relaxing considerably.
“Good girl.” Levi murmurs against her clothed pussy, and revels in the way she presses her lips together, abandoning whatever teasing remark she was about to make.
Levi presses one of her hands against the underside of Erwin’s thigh and lifts her leg up so that her boot is resting upon the seat, her thigh against Levi’s cheek - an added benefit. She nudges her lips deeper against the fabric of Erwin’s panties, kisses against the spot of wet until she’s sure that Erwin will make no more smart quips, and then flattens her tongue, lathes it against her pussy over the thin fabric of her underwear. Erwin gasps, flinches, her ass squirming against the seat beneath her. Levi licks again, just to see her quiver, and then again, to draw out an elongated moan from her lips. She licks and kisses and sucks until Erwin’s underwear is soaked through, until she can see the deep slit of her pussy through the lace, the curly blonde hair that covers her groin and travels halfway up her abdomen. Only when she can feel the tremble of her thighs does she finally hook one finger into the fabric of the panties and pull them to one side.
“Oh, shit.” Erwin sighs, nudging Levi with her thigh. “It’s cold.”
“Stop whinging. I’ll warm you up.”
Erwin smiles adoringly and the expression is enough to spur Levi into action, licking one long stripe from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, watching as she sighs, satisfied, and leans her head back against the headrest. She swallows heavily, and reaches down to thread her fingers through Levi’s short, black locks, her hand resting - anticipating - on the crown of Levi’s head. Levi licks again, tastes the wet against her tongue, and hums appreciatively at the quiver of her thighs, of her pussy.
She delves her tongue inside for just a moment and feels Erwin squirm, feels her groan almost expectantly, huffing a displeased sigh when Levi doesn’t let it last. She pulls her tongue back as quickly as she presses inside, instead letting her lips fall into a puckered pout and half-kissing, half-sucking against her hole. Erwin shifts, nudges her with her thigh, but only when she behaves and goes still does Levi press her tongue inside again, grabbing both her thighs in her hands and pulling them tight around her head. Erwin doesn’t need the prompt, though, because she squeezes her thighs shut against Levi’s cheeks, the pressure sending her reeling, dizzy, as she fucks Erwin’s pussy with her tongue. She’s started to drip, now, a small trail of slick wet running from her hole and down to her ass, soaking the curly tufts of hair.
Levi tries to pull away, but Erwin’s thighs hold her in place, robbing her of air. She breathes through her nose as best she can and presses her tongue in further so that she’s buried inside Erwin’s pussy, lips parted, tongue burning with the clench of Erwin’s walls around the tight muscle. She presses until her nose is slotted against the small hood of skin covering Erwin’s clit and sees her blue eyes flash, challenging and begging all at once. Were her mouth free, she’d think to make some smart comment about how Erwin is perfectly quiet now, but she can’t, so instead she moves her head to the side slightly, letting her nose rub against Erwin’s clit and watching her come apart instantly. Her muscles tighten, as does her grip in Levi’s hair. Her face morphs into a flash of pleasure, the pressure against the bundle of nerves shooting through her entire body. Levi moves her head to the side once more and feels Erwin dribble against her tongue, her arousal painting Levi’s lips wet.
“That’s good,” Erwin pants. “That’s good, dove.”
Erwin’s praise invites new vigour in Levi, and she carefully presses the pads of her fingers to Erwin’s entrance, sliding them around the rim of her hole until she finally slips them inside, tucked neatly next to her tongue. Her fingers are longer, can curl upwards and apply pressure to Erwin’s pussy from the inside, make her throw her head back and release a long, overwhelmed moan. She moves her tongue away and focuses on pressing kisses up and down the folds of her labia, sucking and kissing the wet skin, inviting the squeeze of her thighs and her soft moans. If a man were to have Erwin, he would believe that getting her to this state would be to have conquered her. But Levi knows that Erwin is emboldened by her pleasure. It heightens her strength, her beauty. Levi is not reducing her to a quivering mess. She is allowing her to get lost in the pleasure, in the heat of it all.
She releases Erwin’s thigh from her hand and feels her sling it over her shoulder, the heat from her skin making her head swim. She presses the pad of her index finger against Erwin’s clit and begins to circle it slowly, warming her up to the sensation. She shivers, tightens her grip in Levi’s hair, and chokes out a cut-off moan, the muscles in her thighs twitching.
“There you go.” Levi whispers, raising her eyes to regard Erwin’s face turned rosy, her parted lips, lipstick smeared at the corner of her mouth. “There you go, baby. S’tha good?”
Erwin finds enough of her runaway mind to nod her head, a startled laugh cut short by a gasp bubbling from her throat to her lips as Levi quickens her pace over her clit. She circles her finger until Erwin begins to get impatient, needy, clawing at her hair and bucking her hips upwards, asking for more, asking for quicker, faster, harder. Her chest heaves, and Levi fawns over the hard points of her pink nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, drinks in the sight of her, moaning, writhing. She quickens her pace, abandoning the circular motion in favour of sliding her finger back-and-forth over the hardening nub of Erwin’s clit, smirks at the way it makes her back arch away from the seat and her long blonde hair fall over her shoulders, pooling against her tits. For all of her pet names and praise, Erwin truly is the angel out of the two of them, dressed in heavenly white, falling apart underneath Levi’s unholy hands. She curls her fingers further inside Erwin and finds the point that makes her come undone, stroking it in time with the pressure against her clit.
Erwin’s moans quieten, caught in her throat. Her eyes have squeezed shut and her whole body trembles, until finally, she chokes out a gasp and Levi knows she’s there.
“Come for me, baby, come on.” Levi pants.
Erwin’s body tremors and she grips Levi’s hair so tightly that she thinks she may pull it out. She shudders, her ass lifted fully off the seat, thighs thrown haphazard over Levi’s shoulders but Levi can take it, can support her weight as she feels the wet of her come leak over her fingers, down her palm and her wrist. The first wave of Erwin’s orgasm crests, marked by her silent groan, until finally she whimpers and trembles once more, a second load of slick wet soaking Levi’s hand. Levi fucks her through it, massages her insides with her fingers, massages her clit, slowing her pace as her orgasm starts to ebb. She circles the overworked bundle of nerves with her index, slower, slower, until the fourth tremor passes through Erwin’s body and she slumps, exhausted, against the seat.
Levi slowly slips her fingers from Erwin’s pussy, and with immense satisfaction, feels her hand soaked. She allows Erwin a moment of recovery, kissing along her inner thighs as she comes to her senses, her eyelids fluttering open. Levi is reminded of fairytale princesses once more, the ones who awake suddenly after True Love’s Kiss.
“Oh, fuck.” Erwin finally says, her voice a higher pitch than Levi has ever heard it. “Oh, fucking shit goddamn.”
Levi (badly) stifles a snort and noses against Erwin’s thigh, nipping the skin there lightly. “Yeah?” She smirks, also (badly) hiding her cockiness.
“Yeah. Fucking shit, Levi.” Erwin pants, and she’s blinking rapidly, like she’s trying to return the vision to her eyes. “Goddamn. You got a tissue?”
Levi digs in the pocket of her dress uniform jacket and locates her handkerchief, first drying her hand, and then wiping it gently against the slick of Erwin’s pussy, still dripping with leftover arousal. When they’re back in Erwin’s bedroom, she’ll vie for another round. But for now, they need to clean up, look presentable. They’re about five minutes away from the barracks, by Levi’s estimate.
Erwin redresses slowly as though she doesn’t care if she’s found half naked in the back of a carriage with her subordinate. Levi shrugs on her jacket once more, and stuffs her hands into her pockets in an attempt to hide the pruning on her fingertips. Erwin flashes her a brilliant smile, and she scoffs in return, pressing the handkerchief to her face and cleaning the lipstick from the corner of her mouth. Erwin returns the favour, wiping the remnants of her lips off of Levi’s own.
“Can’t kiss me again, now.” Levi points out.
“Not until we’re in my room, no.” Erwin replies easily.
“You going for round two?” Levi tuts, as though she wasn’t going to suggest the same thing, probably far less subtly.
“Not at all, dove.” She grins. “You’ll be kissing me goodnight, of course.”
The carriage makes its slow stop outside of the barracks and the two of them thank the driver, Erwin far more cheerfully than Levi. As they make their way up to Erwin’s bedroom, they chat amicably - about the fundraiser, about the night - as though Erwin has not just come apart on her fingers. It’s only when they’re behind closed doors does Erwin finally scoop Levi up into her arms, carrying her to the bedroom and dropping her onto the sheets.
“The fuck?” Levi sniffs. “I should be prancing about with you in my arms.”
“Oh, but I thought I could return the favour, darling.”
Levi pretends to refuse for all of five minutes before Erwin is tugging at her trousers, and before long, she’s fisting her hands in the sheets, Erwin repaying her kindness and then some. By the early hours of the morning, they lay stark naked, wrapped up in one another’s arms.
Levi thinks of tomorrow. Thinks of the meetings, the paperwork. And then she thinks of the evening, the taking Erwin apart again, and decides she couldn’t give less of a shit about how much work there is to be done. Not could she give less of a shit about her beauty, about the looks passed down to her, because the one person she gives a shit about thinks she’s an angel.