Contribution to EruMika Week.

Day 3 - Desire

Note: There is rivamika in this.

"You look stunning," Levi acclaimed as he stood before the open front door of her flat, his eyes scanning over her form. Mikasa wore a navy blue, silk sleeveless dress that flared lightly above her knees and her medium length hair in elegant waves. Her pale skin complemented the dark color of her dress. He was grateful that she was mindful of his shorter height, opting to wear flats instead of heels.

"Thank you. You as well." He wore his usual cravat (one that was clean as a sheet), a crisp, white button-down shirt and expensively cut blazer and pants.

"I don't think you can describe me as stunning… and, we match," he pointed out. Comically enough, he wore navy blue as well. "Let's get going, shall we?"

Collecting her black wool coat and purse, she placed her left hand within the inner crease of his elbow as he extended out his right arm, while locking the door with the key on her right hand. The elevator descended from the 20th floor and to the underground parking lot. Levi hooked his index finger within his pocket, obtaining his car keys. The car that matched his key lit up – a sophisticated grayish-black Mercedes Benz.

Opening the car's passenger seat, she thanked him as she slid in. "Very nice car," Mikasa commented, running her palms gingerly on the leather seat.

He seemed pleased with himself. "The S Class. I have always wanted a lavish car." He turned on the engine, the car purring faintly. "It had been a dream of mine since I was a child."

She noticed that his tone went marginally melancholy. Though, she did have a hunch that he did not have the kindest upbringing. There was a veiled semblance in his eyes, other people may not see it, but she can – because she had been there before, experienced the same pain he did.

Mikasa did not question him. She knew better than to pry. Instead, her fingers fiddled with his radio, accidentally pressing the play button. She immediately recognized the song as the soft tones of piano keys transmitted within the car's interior.

"Yann Tiersen," Mikasa spoke softly. "L'Absente."

"You listen to classical?" he inquired, a little surprised that she identified the composer and title of the song within the first few seconds.

"Yes, it is quite soothing." She closed her eyes as the keys began to play faster like a flowing stream.

Their car ride consisted of songs composed by more Yann Tiersen, the endearing Minuet (in G major) by Sebastian Bach, and two songs composed by Claude Debussy, Claire de Lune and Arabesque No. 1. The CD within his player was a personal mix he created, compiling all his favorite classics.

Arabesque No. 1 had ended as they arrived at the Jardinière. It was quite far from her place, the car ride lasted for more than a half-hour. The valet opened Mikasa's door while Levi handed his keys to the young man, giving a silent glare as the boy nodded sharply in understanding.

Mikasa felt his hand lightly press against the small of her back, ushering her through the long line of customers. She remained silent as Levi spoke to the Maître 'D and they were soon seated within a partially secluded corner of the two-floor, oval shaped restaurant. The first floor consisted of the bar and lounge, and the band was situated there, while the second floor was for the customers' dining. The Maître 'D bent forward as Levi whispered something to his ear, too low for Mikasa to hear. The young man's cheeks began to give a red hue before giving a slight bow and walked away.

"You and the Maitre 'D seem quite close," she teased as Levi pulled out the chair for her.

"Jealous much?" He grinned as he took his seat. "Afraid that he'll take your place as my date?" Levi requested the finest champagne and slyly handed him a handsome tip.

Mikasa chose not to comment on his mention that this was a date. "Not in the least," she laughed as her eyes began to wander the exquisite restaurant. "This is really nice." She turned to smile at him, "Thank you for bringing me here."

"Don't thank me yet. The night has just begun."

The food did not disappoint. Levi handed her the menu, telling her that she was free to choose whatever she wanted. She was not familiar with French cuisine so she gave him full responsibility on their course of dinner since he was accustomed with the Jardinière's dishes.

The first dish, royal white sturgeon caviar, was settled on their table. Mikasa admitted that she had never tried caviar before and it tasted delicious with the company of champagne. The risotto with lobster mushroom and parmigiano was delectable and heavy to the stomach. They shared the entire plate, looking like it was licked clean by the time it was finished.

"When was the last time you were treated like this?" Levi droned after he ordered their dessert. It surprised him that he was enjoying himself. His previous dates with many women became uninteresting and boring.

"You already know the answer to that." She remained nonchalant as she sipped her champagne.

"I just want hear it from your lips." Refilling his glass, he stared at the fizzling bubbles and, through the transparency, her image. "It annoys me to see you limit yourself when it is a known fact that you are a strong, confident woman."

"And it is more infuriating to know how he managed to let you slip through his fingers."

"Why does it infuriate you?"

Suddenly, she was aware of the atmosphere and their surroundings. The vintage lamp on their table casted a shadow upon his face, showing how attractive he really was, and his stare becoming bolder by the second. She tried to hold his gaze, but somehow could not handle the intensity. She glanced down at her lap, uncharacteristically flustered. It had been literally years since she looked a man that way in the eye.

Mikasa felt his fingers play with the ends of her hair. "I don't know," he murmured. "Maybe it's because… you are as lonely as I am."

"Are you not involved with Petra Ral?" she whispered as she looked at him, trying to steer the conversation to a different direction.

However, his fingers did not stop. "I will always care for her, but she is too pure to be with someone like me. I don't think I would have given her the happiness she deserves. And besides, she has already found another, one that brings her cheerful smiles."

He sighed, a faint sadness seeping into his eyes, "I am not getting any younger, Mikasa. I think my greatest fear is to die alone – it was how I began and it would be ironically fitting if that is how I end."

She understood. Completely. It was nothing to be ashamed of. "That is my greatest fear as well, Levi."

"Then perhaps we should come to an agreement. If I am not married by the time I reach 50th year of my life, will you accept my hand in marriage?"

Mikasa scoffed at the ridiculousness of the idea. "It's funny because we already have the same surname."

He laughed, resuming his fingers to play with her hair, "We could secretly get married. No one will know."

Regardless, his idea was not bad. She already considered herself crazy, so why should she refuse.

Not to be alone. A lifetime guarantee.

"If you don't tie the knot within 8 years, I will gladly accept your proposal."

"To us," Levi raised his glass of red wine. After their dessert, he brought her to the Jardinière's bar and lounge in the first floor. They sat on the last two barstools at the end of the bar's long counter, a five-cheese platter and crackers to go with their beverage. "May we find happiness in each other when the time comes."

"Indeed. When the time comes," Mikasa repeated softly and clinked his glass with hers, taking a few sips of red wine and a small piece of Roquefort cheese, placing it on a cracker.

"Do you know I have a talent of smelling cheese?"

Nearly spluttering his drink, he snorted ungentlemanly, grabbing a couple of napkins and thanking the heavens that nothing splashed on his white shirt. She muffled her amusement with the back of her hand.

"Excuse me?" his tone nearly incredulous, but he was obviously curious.

"I can tell the name of cheese just by smelling. With my eyes closed as well." In the past, when she lived with Hanji, it was a game they always played because Hanji loved cheese. (Sometimes her assistant, Sasha, would join in and dominate the game, finishing a pound of cheese in the process.) After recalling the fragrance of a type of cheese, Mikasa instantly became an expert in the art of cheese smelling.

"Alright. Close your eyes. Did you look at the platter?" It would be an unfair advantage if she knew what cheeses were present, simply by narrowing the selection down.

With her eyelids closed, she shook her head, "No, I did not. I only know the Roquefort cheese."

"Okay." His voice sounded different, older, since she could not see his face. "Don't move, I'll place it right beneath your nose."

Before he knew it, she had listed the four cheeses within the plate perfectly – Camembert, Boursin, Brie de Meaux, and Munster. Levi even tried to foil her by asking what type of milk was used for the Brie de Meaux and she responded correctly with the answer of cow.

"You said you weren't familiar with French cuisine," he accused, breaking a cracker for himself.

"Yes, I don't know French cuisine. French cheese, on the other hand,is an entirely different matter."

"Extraordinary," he shook his head. "Why are you even an attorney? I don't see why you're not a cheese expert."

"Maybe when I get tired of being an attorney," she retorted to his playful jab.

Of course, the world was cruel and had such impeccable timing.

Just as the night was about to list in Mikasa's top 3, the unfamiliar voice of a woman halted their so-called "date."

"Attorney Ackerman."

Unsure to whom she was addressing, they both turned to face a beautifully smiling woman with dark brown hair tied in a bun, wearing a black spaghetti dress and heels. "It is a pleasant surprise to see you both here."

Mikasa had seen and heard of this woman from the press, but never actually in person. Absently, she thought that the woman was lovelier off the screen.

For a moment, she suddenly lost her voice. Her brain refusing to serve its purpose to spout out a proper greeting. Instead, her brain began to register the identity of this woman.

Levi managed to save her smoothly and greeted the woman.

"Good evening, Congresswoman Dok."

Marie laughed softly, "Oh, I think Ms. Ackerman already had too much to drink. I thought that undercut looked very familiar – of course, I could never forget Erwin's friends."

Levi had never met her in person either, but she was famous within the political world. He recalled Mikasa's words, that the engagement had been a secret only few knew about. "It did not occur to me that you knew Erwin, Congresswoman."

"Calling me Marie is just fine, Levi. Erwin has been so busy, being the head of the firm and all. But I decided to drag him out of his office and get some dinner to celebrate."

"So that means, he is here?" Levi asked stiffly.

"He is currently in the washroom. I think he would be glad to see you and your companion."

He's here.

Abruptly getting off her stool, she muttered an apologetic "excuse me" before hastily walking away with Levi calling her name. Before she could exit the bar and lounge, her feet froze in their tracks as the frame of a tall, blonde man stood blocking her only avenue.

The man she thought she would never see again. The man she managed to avoid for nearly 4 years. The man who made her feel special and loved. The man she gave her heart to, and in return, shattered it into tiny fragments.

The man who looked utterly confused with paper towels pressed against his damp hands.

"Mikasa."

His voice emanated through her ears. The sound was familiar, but there was a difference – a change that came with age.

Her frozen form gazed into the stunning blue eyes that have comforted and haunted her.

Swallowing inaudibly, her voice was as soft as the wind.

"Erwin."

Mikasa's heart leaped as he walked closer to her, as if trying to apprehend if she was real. She was startled when his large arms enveloped her into an embrace. Her cheeks became warm as they pressed against his shoulder, her knees felt weak with his touch, and her mind in a dizzy state as she caught a whiff of his recognizable scent. The embrace was long, half a minute at most, and she was painfully aware of their bodies molded together.

He pulled away, both hands grasping the skin of upper arms, producing goosebumps.

His blonde hair was parted as always and the length a few centimeters longer. His eyebrows remained the same. She could faintly see prickles of facial hair aligning his chin and jaw.

"How are you?" Erwin asked her, his eyes a bit sad as he released his hands.

"I'm good," she replied awkwardly. "And you?"

Before he could respond, Mikasa felt a different hand touch her shoulder. Her neck twisted to the left and saw Levi, his expression unreadable and indifferent. "I didn't expect you to be here, Erwin. We were just chatting with Congresswoman Marie Dok."

Erwin's eyes twitched, "I see, Levi. And what is your business here?"

He taunted him with an arrogant grin, his hand slipping from her shoulder and to her outer waist. "A date with Mikasa."

"This is just splendid," Marie interrupted excitedly as she hooked on to Erwin's arm, a glass of dessert white wine within her other arm. "Now, we can properly celebrate."

Before the glass reached her lips, Erwin's hand held her wrist, his tone was a warning, "Marie."

"Oh, stop fussing, Erwin. A little sip won't hurt our baby."

Mikasa gasped, like someone had punched her in the chest, her left hand covering her mouth, eyes wide as they bore into Erwin's panicked ones.

"Marie!" Erwin snapped.

So that was what she meant by celebrating.

Levi's grip on her waist tightened, "Congratulations on you pregnancy, Congresswoman. Apologies for our rudeness, but we have another appointment to attend to." He strode out the bar and lounge, ushering Mikasa by the waist, not even sparing a glance at them, and dragged her to the front as he barked at the valet to get his car.

Her hand was still placed over her mouth. Levi pulled it down, giving her a sympathetic glance, "I can take you home or we can go to another bar, if you want. I know one that is a few minutes from your place."

"… Do they have strong, hard liquor?"

With his hand around her waist, Levi helped her out of his car and into the elevator. They had just realized that she left her coat at one of the stools in the bar and lounge, but at the moment Mikasa, in her half- inebriated state, did not care.

She leaned heavily against the steel walls, once again welcoming their coldness. They were silent until reaching her front door. Fumbling for the keys from her purse, she opened her door and before entering, she turned to face him.

Mikasa smiled faintly, "I had a wonderful time, Levi. I truly did." It was no lie.

"Are you alright?" She could smell the scotch from his breath.

"No. Not really."

"Do you need anything?" It was sweet that he was concerned for her.

She shook her head, her clouded eyes strangely focusing on his lips.

"…I enjoyed our time together," he whispered, his throat dry from drinking.

"Thank you. It has been years since I've had an enjoyable night." Her eyes met his and she felt a pleasurable twist in her stomach as she could see desire. "I don't want to think anymore. I just want to forget everything…"

Her words faded as she kissed the corner of his lip, a simple press and before she could pull away completely, his hand gently grasped the back of her head, his fingers weaving through her hair. "Let me help you," he uttered before kissing her fully on the mouth, at first moist and slow, savoring her taste of lime and tequila.

Her eyes closed as she gave in to desire, gripping the front of his blazer as he explored her lips, stroking them with his tongue. She kissed him back, demanding and with the need to be in control. When he accidentally bit her bottom lip, a shiver slid down her spine and she forcefully pulled his body into her home. The door slammed shut as she pushed Levi against it, her mouth bruising against his, and already, she felt a hardness against her thigh.

Grasping his wrist, she dragged him to her bedroom, roughly pushing him down on the middle of the bed as he cursed, his hands on her waist as she straddled him. Her movements were stimulated by blind desire, a hand reaching at the back to unzip her dress, and she felt a connection with the man who was currently taking of his blazer.

He shifted her weight to the side as he rolled. This time successfully taking his blazer off and her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, hastily pulling it off before grabbing his hair for another frantic kiss.

Her heart was racing, beating loudly to her ears as her mouth exhausted her anger to roughly respond to his kisses until their lips were swollen.

"God," Levi groaned, licking his lips to soothe their aching. Never had he experienced such intensity. The wild woman beneath him savagely attacked his neck, licking and biting, and he didn't give a damn if they were to leave marks.

Her dress was loose as it was unzipped. He clutched the silk material and dragged it down her body, through her arms, and out her legs. He sat up, wanting to savor the image of her clad in black, lacy undergarments, while her fingers trailed from his hair, shoulders, chest, and stomach.

Wanting to give her pleasure as well, he reciprocated her attack from his neck and onto hers. She panted and he consumed her skin when she said his name.

"Levi," Mikasa opened her eyes, blinking rapidly since it was in a fog. "W-What are you thinking about?"

"Devouring you."

She moaned as his tongue traced her collarbone, her hands on his bare shoulders. "I've…I've only been with one man."

"I thought you wanted to forget," he breathed against the top of her breasts before kissing each swell through the thin, lacy fabric.

"Yes," she gasped, unsure of herself if it was in response to his statement or to the treatment on her chest.

"You don't need him," he grunted as he tried to find the clasp of her bra, and only when she arched her back, he did. "I should have done this years ago," he groaned as her toes cleverly nudged his pants down inch by inch until it was around his knees. Before tossing it aside, he rummaged to find the condom in his wallet.

"Mikasa," Levi muttered as she once again used her toes to pull down his underwear while she worked on his jaw. "Mika–" She forcefully grabbed his other jaw to capture his lips.

It was a miracle he managed to put on the condom without looking.

"Just be inside me, please," Mikasa mumbled before nibbling his ear.

It was erotic, sexy, and fuck it.

He was not going to deny her. Couldn't.

He was going to make her forget about him – even if it was only for one night.

Mikasa was in heaven.

It was just another normal day – a late Friday afternoon. Erwin arrived only a few minutes ago with a duffle bag and his paperwork since he was going to stay over the weekend. Before she knew it, they were on the bed and his lips were everywhere.

Passionate kisses placed upon her neck and throat caused her world to spin. His kisses were becoming more insistent, eager and leaving her completely breathless. And for some reason, it wasn't enough for her. She wanted more.

She was ready for more.

With his sweater and her over-sized t-shirt thrown aside, her fingers shyly landed on his belt and began to unbuckle it.

He stopped, detaching his lips from hers and stared at her in surprise.

They had come to an agreement that his pants and belt was the boundary. It was the line drawn specifically for her – her choice if she wanted to take the next step.

"Mikasa," he let out a breath.

"Erwin. I don't think I ever got a chance to tell you this…" She sat up, taking both of his hands in hers.

"What is it?"

Biting her lip, she prepared herself.

"This will be my first time."

She watched as a variety of emotions swept across his face, waiting for his words. "Wow… really?"

Mikasa nodded, her eyes glued to their twined hands.

"You want to have your first time with me?"

His question was like a bucket of cold water, dumping over her nerves as they went down the drain. Her eyes met his and she gave him a blank, you're so stupid look.

He laughed, a handsome (and a little naughty) grin spread across his face. "I'll take that as a yes, then."

Undressed and fully exposed naked bodies, sharing them for the first time, and their kisses were no different in the level of intimacy as the previous ones. His touch was gentle and loving, handling her a little more carefully since he discovered her recent detail.

Whispering declarations and praises of each other's physical condition and meeting the other's approval. Her eyes travelled below his abdominals. She has seen pictures of sexual organs within her a health class she attended, but this was the first time of seeing one up close and butterflies erupted in her stomach.

He caressed the side of her breast, trailing down her rib cage, then to her inner thigh. "It's alright, we don't need to rush. We have all the time in the world." He lifted up her right leg to kiss her calf, whispering that she was so warm, then began to touch her gently between the legs.

A finger placed inside her, caressing her folds, touching her sensitive spot as desire and excitement arose within her. She curled and moaned, the pleasure almost unbearable until she grabbed his wrist to stop before she burst.

She pleaded him, a dry whisper that nearly drove him insane as he locked his lips with hers once more. Wriggling her hips, she grasped his buttocks and he let out a chuckle, "I said we don't need to rush."

Her mind still in a haze of pleasure, "I want you."

"I know," he whispered, smiling and touching her cheek. "I love you."

She breathed out the same words and soon he parted her legs, positioning himself. There was going to be nothing between them – it was an option both of them wanted since Mikasa was on the pill.

"Relax." He slowly pushed forward, slowly until he reached a barrier. Cupping her cheek, he kissed her and simultaneously pushed through. Tearing her lips away from his, she gave a little cry and he mumbled apologies against her skin, reassuring her that the worst was over when she felt the pain fade.

Pain turned to discomfort and eventually pleasure.

The words he breathed into her neck and ears were very erotic, a tight voice and damp forehead, his blonde hair in a ruffled mess, telling her that she felt so good. The incredible and tingling sensation building from within her once more as she clutched at him, wrapping her arms and legs, encouraging him to go faster.

It was unexpected, but not unwanted as her body suddenly clamped around him. A moan that she could not contained escaped her, pure pleasure that was blinding ecstasy. It was tight, sweaty, and she loved it as he groaned her name into her mouth, finding his own release, and their desire finally satiated.