Hanji's POV

When I woke up, I didn't want to get up. My body ached- especially my thighs. At first, I thought everything was a dream. But one glance around the room proved it wasn't a dream. Reaching out to find some sort of warmth, but Levi wasn't there. I mumbled his name, but there was no response. I then decided to grab the blanket off of the bed, wrapping it around my bare body as I sneaked into his living room.

"Not this weekend, Isabel," I hear him say to someone on the phone. "Why? Because I'm busy. No, I don't want to tell what I'm busy with." Levi walks around the kitchen, trying to boil some hot water. "Isabel, just... not this weekend. Next weekend is fine. I promise. I'll see you then, Isabel."

Once he hung up, I walked into the living room, seeing him turn quickly towards me. "Who's that, Levi?"

Levi gently puts his phone on the counter, smiling softly. "Isabel. She's an old friend of mine."

"I don't want to pry... not too much... but what did she want with you this weekend?"

"She wants to hang out. Every once in a while, Isabel, Farlan, and I would just take the weekend off and... well, just do something. And sometimes I would help with her daycare. She decided to open a daycare for children since she's pretty much perfect for the job. They would've stayed with me, but sometimes I do need some space."

"Oh..." I know I should trust Levi completely, but sometimes there's that tinge of doubt.

Levi chuckles a bit, walking up to me and kissing my lips. "What are you doing up this early? You know it's like... 7:30 am."

"Wait, it is?!"

"Yes, it is. Do you want to go back to sleep? Or... do something else...?" His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my body towards his. He begins to dig his face through my blanket of protection; the tip of his cold nose began to run up and down my breasts. He... he was at the perfect height... he didn't need to bend low just to be at eye-level.

"I... I'm not too sure... last night felt like a dream... I want to do it again..."

"Is that your final answer?"

I smiled softly, pulling Levi's head closer to my breasts. Then, I felt his lips repetitively kissing between the two of them. His rough hands massaged the sides of it as he continued kissing. All that did was arouse some sort of lustful feeling inside of me. A groan escaped my lips as I confirmed what would happen in the next hour.

"Yes... that's my final answer..."

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I lost myself to Levi... the second time. And this time, I know that it wouldn't be considered a dream. Once the deed was done, I laid my head against Levi's chest, feeling it rise and fall at a quickened pace. As well as feeling the thuds of his pounding heart. I looked up to him, smiling softly. He returns the smile.

"Are you going back to sleep then?"

"No... I'm hungry..."

"Alright then. What do you want to eat for breakfast?"

"Pancakes!"

"Sorry," he chuckles softly, kissing my forehead. "No pancakes here. Although... I can make you an omelet. I heard from Isabel and Farlan that I can make a great omelet."

I smiled softly, nodding my head like a child on Christmas. "Yes, please."

"Then I ask for you to get dressed."

"Aw... can't I just wear my underwear and tank top?"

"That's fine with me. I like seeing you with more skin..." 

We shared a kiss before the blanket was pulled off of the two of us, exposing the air to our bare bodies. I yelp at the sudden change, but I quickly changed into the clothes I wanted to wear. For a second, I wanted Levi to just wear his boxers or shorts, but I forgot that he was using the stove. I rather him not get burned by frying oil or butter while he's cooking.

Once Levi made the omelets, we decided to watch TV while we ate. Like that stereotypical couple on the couch where the woman leans into her boyfriend while watching TV, that's how we sat. Every once in a while, I look up to see Levi catching a few inappropriate stares down into my shirt. 

I didn't think this weekend would turn out this good. I half expected Levi's apartment to have serial killer vibes where he lures young women into his apartment and kills them. That thought did wander into my head a few times. But I continued to believe Levi was a good man and didn't have any intentions of hurting me. Well... I can't say that... since it's my first few times having sex with Levi... it's been hurting. Just a little. I don't want to say a word to him because I'm scared he might not find pleasure in me. Sure, it hurts, but I do get relieved.

I believe that it's just like a tampon. Well... I can't compare a dick to a tampon... it's not even related. Now that I think of it... it technically can be compared because both are in a similar shape and they both go up into my vagina. People say the trick is to completely relax. The hardest part with tampons is that it's hard to relax... but having sex... I think I can relax. Levi... why do I crave for it more?