The rain hammered against the cabin roof like the old titan footsteps they had both outrun. Levi Ackerman stood by the window, arms crossed, his sharp eyes tracking the storm outside. At thirty-four, the lines around his mouth spoke of too many funerals, too many battles fought and lost. Scars from blades and the last desperate fights against Eren still marked his skin beneath the clean shirt he wore. Hange Zoe burst through the door without knocking, her coat dripping, glasses fogged, that same manic energy barely tempered by time and scars.
"You always pick the worst spots, Levi," she said, shaking water from her hair. "But I knew you'd be here. The others are gone. It's just us now."
He turned, expression flat but pulse quickening beneath the clean lines of his shirt. They had not spoken properly since the final push against Eren, since Erwin's absence left a void neither filled. Closure had never come. Their arguments had always ended in silence or orders. Now, in this remote cabin far from the rebuilt walls, the air thickened with everything unsaid. Hange dropped her bag, boots tracking mud across the floorboards. Levi's jaw tightened at the mess but he said nothing at first, letting the silence stretch like an old battlefield standoff.
"I never told you how it felt watching you nearly die," Hange continued, her voice softer now, laced with the exhaustion of years spent leading the remnants of the Survey Corps. "Again and again. We were soldiers. We never got to be anything else. Erwin would have hated this place - too quiet, too clean for what we survived."
Levi stepped forward, his boots silent on the wood. "Tch. Erwin hated a lot of things. You still talk too much, Four-Eyes." The old nickname landed soft, laced with years of shared blood and loss. She laughed, the sound echoing off the cabin walls, but it cracked at the edges. Their eyes met, and the distance between them closed in slow steps. Rain pattered louder, the storm mirroring the tension coiling in Levi's chest. Hange reached up, fingers brushing the scar on his jaw from a long-ago titan encounter.
Their lips met in a clash that tasted of rain and regret. No hesitation, only the pull of two people who had denied this for a decade. Levi's hands, callused from years gripping blades, gripped her waist with precision, pulling her flush against him. Hange's glasses slipped as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his in a curious exploration that fit her nature. They broke apart only to breathe, foreheads touching, breaths mingling in the dim light.
Clothes fell in a careful pile under Levi's direction, each fold precise even as urgency built. He stripped her coat first, then the shirt beneath, revealing the map of scars across her chest and shoulders from experiments gone wrong and fights won. Hange tugged at his buttons with eager fingers, muttering about how he always smelled like soap even after everything. "Levi, your skin is still so damn smooth under all this," she whispered, palms flattening over his abdomen. He hissed softly at the touch, guiding her to the narrow bed with controlled strength.
Hange's hands roamed his scarred chest, tracing old wounds from blades and teeth. Levi pressed her down, mouth trailing down her neck, teeth grazing the pulse point that raced under his lips. She arched into him, fingers threading through his undercut hair. "More," she urged, voice husky with the same excitement she once reserved for titan studies. His fingers found her core, slick and warm, circling with deliberate slowness that drew a moan from her throat. The scent of rain and sweat filled the air as he worked her open, adding a second finger while his thumb pressed against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Hange's legs parted wider, hips rolling to meet his hand. "Levi, shit - that feels like coming back from a mission alive," she gasped, dialogue tumbling out between breaths. He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking with just enough edge to make her cry out. The explicit sounds of her wetness filled the cabin, mixing with the storm outside. Levi withdrew his hand, positioning himself between her thighs, his own arousal hard and heavy against her entrance. He entered her slowly at first, inch by inch, the tight heat clenching around him in a way that made his usual stoicism crack with a low grunt.
Their rhythm built gradually, hips snapping in a pace born of battlefield tension released. Hange wrapped her legs around him, pulling deeper, nails scoring his back as she described the sensations in rambling detail. "You're so precise even now, every thrust hitting just right - like your damn cleaning habits but better." Levi responded with short commands, "Quiet, Hange," but his voice wavered with pleasure. Sweat slicked their veteran bodies, age marked in every flex of muscle and catch of breath. He shifted them, pulling her atop him so she could ride, her hands braced on his chest while he thrust up to meet her. The wet sounds of their joining grew louder, her breasts bouncing with each movement, his hands gripping her hips to guide the pace.
The explicit culmination stretched as they changed positions again, Levi taking her from behind with deep, measured strokes that had her clutching the sheets. He reached around to rub her clit, fingers slick from their combined arousal, drawing out her first climax with a shuddering cry of his name. He followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt as release pulsed through him, curses turned to low endearments against her shoulder. They did not stop immediately, rolling to face each other for slower, lingering touches that built to a second round of grinding and penetration, bodies tangled in the sheets with the candlelight flickering over scars and flushed skin.
Afterward, tangled in sheets, Levi lit a single candle. "This changes nothing," he muttered, yet his arm stayed around her waist. Hange traced circles on his chest, whispering about old missions and the what-ifs they had buried. "Or everything. We still have time, Levi."
Outside, thunder rolled once more, promising the night had only begun.