Pain was all Levenil felt, she didn't want to open her eyes or even breathe. She did keep breathing though, breathing in air that smelled like heavy dust and it felt hot. Not humid hot like the East Coast more like the dry hot on the West Coast (i have had the pleasure of experiencing both). She soon opened her eyes after a while to see she was in a run down shack.

She went to sit up but whimpered in pain amd soon footsteps were heard

"Lev?" It was a voice all to familiar, but one that alao caused her heartache. She stayed silent, thinking she was dead and in hell or something. A face came into view, one that made her knees and/or body weak and also a face she would, recently, like to punch.

Khan saw her face and sighed softly. If she was well, he'd let her punch him. His heart was heavier with guilt since he almost lost her completely.

"Levenil please forgive me for what I said, I didnt mean a word of it. I love you so very much, you are my everything." He said, kneeling next to her. No, this wasnt him, but true love changes a person. For either better or worse and it changed him for the better. Levenil stared at him with a glare.

"You didnt have to fucking humiliate me or put me down!" She yelled hoarsley, which immidiatly made her go into a coughing fit. Khan got his canteen quickly, helping her drink from it.

"I greatly regret doing that, Levenil. I wanted to protect you from Marcus, from the torture but.... me coming to see you already put you in danger." He sighed. Levenil understood that now, but pissed at him for not outright telling her and just doing that to her. She saw his face full of guilt and regret, her softening. She cupped his cheek and kissed him slowly.

Khan relaxed and breathed in relief, kissing her back and rubbing her arm gently. He then blinked a couple times, recovering from the slap to his face and looking at her

"Do it again and ill do more than just slap you."

"Yes ma'am. Hungry?"

"Starving."

Khan nodded and went to go get them some food. After they ate, she pulled him to lay down, nuzzling up to him. Khan wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. They fell asleep.

A couple days later Levenil was better, learning they were on Kronos. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and watched Khan. He was currently fixing the shack more to keep out the weather of kronos. During the days it was hot, at night it was cold, much like the desert.

She bit her lip at watching him work. When he sat to take a break, she moved into his lap and kissed him deeply. When he went to say something, she shushed him and pulled his shirt off, telling him she was fine.

WARNING: LEVHAN SMUT AHEAD. THIS IS HONESTLY THE END OF THE CH SO STOP READING HERE AND WAIT FOR/GO TO THE NEXT  CHAPTER

He soon gave into her, though he wasnt putting up much of a fight to begin with. Levenil ran her hands along his lean but toned chest and kissed his neck, Khan giving a soft groan, gently rubbing her back and then squeezing dat ass. She moaned softly before standing and started to strip, or giving him a dirty dance.

Either way, the end result was him having a bulge (that word doesnt look right) in his pants. He stood and put his hands on her waist, kissing her neck gently and pulling her against him. He massaged her breasts, her moaning and unbuttoning his pants (rhyming bruh).

She kneeled and kissed his hip as she pulled his pants and underwear down. He looked down, watching her and licking his lips. He let out a soft noise as she licked his tip before pumping him and slinding her mouth down on him.

"Oh Lev~" he breathed, bucking his hips some as she continued. She looked up at him with big blue eyes, sucking him and rubbing his hips. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and tangled a hand into her already tangled blonde hair, holding it in a ponytail. He sucked in a breath when she deep throated him slowly and hummed.

She moaned some when he tugged it gently. She soon pulled off when he motioned for her too. She laid down on the pile of blankets and bit her lip, parting her legs to him. Khan licked his lips hungrily, kneeling and crawling to be over her. He kissed her deeply, running a hand down her  leg and gripped behind her knee, pulling her leg up some and thrusting into her which drew a moan from both them.

He rolled his hips slow but deep, her clawing at his back gently and arching her hips to meet his. Her hands ran along his body and  his hands did the same to hers as he kissed her neck. After a while he pulled her into a type of sitting position, his hand holding her back and propping him up, her hand on his neck and propping her up.

She rolled her head back as they continued, moaning his name softly.

Through the rest of the evening they changed positions frequently, trying new ones that either didn't work out in the end or were quite pleasurable.