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      Mikasa skimmed the message and quickly tucked her phone into the back pocket of her loose trousers before any of her curious colleagues could get a look at her screen. She lifted her head, hoping to catch his gaze for just a moment, but Levi wasn’t even looking at her. Inside the transparent meeting room, he listened with the same composure as Erwin, who, muted by the thick glass wall, was giving another presentation.       She didn’t need to see it. She knew he had given in, peeked at their messages, and seen what she had sent him.       Mikasa exhaled, trying to calm her suddenly racing pulse, and returned to her work. If only she could just make it until evening.       At the end of the day, she left for home as usual. There was little time to freshen up and change, and at exactly 7:30 PM, a taxi was already waiting by the entrance. Mikasa got in and rode through the city bathed in a pink sunset. The shimmer of the igniting streetlights and the gleam of windows blurred into a colourful stream—a brushstroke of paint—but the familiar road interested her as if it were the first time, and she peered into the smeared scenes, anticipating the night ahead.       Mikasa was used to always being first. Top of her class in school, a prestigious university, an ideal position at work promising a brilliant career. Her life was scheduled to the minute. Self-doubt and fear of authority had no place in her strict routine. Mikasa knew what she was doing and never allowed anyone to belittle her merits or doubt her competence.       She was striving for the top of this corporate food chain and had been aiming for a position as an assistant in the new department for a long time. And it was here that something happened that she still couldn’t wrap her head around.       Levi, her boss, began to show her unambiguous signs of attention. She wanted to brush it off, endure it, or better yet—oust that arrogant shorty from his honoured position and take his seat herself, but something went wrong.       Mikasa had a rule for herself—never show weakness and never allow anyone to look down on her. She was on equal footing even with her superiors. She did her job diligently, but no one ever saw any sycophancy or a hint of insecurity from her. Mikasa always stood her ground, which often provoked conflicts, but time and again she got away with it because no one worked as well as she did. But Levi, that short, silent man, exuded such an aura of strength and authority that she didn’t even notice how, despite all the problems and disagreements, she had easily given all of herself to him.       He wasn’t the perfect boss, not at all, but something about him—maybe the steel in his voice, or his unwavering confidence in his decisions—commanded respect. She would argue and bare her teeth, but sometimes a single look from him was enough for her to shove her pride deep down and obey.       She felt they were drawn to each other, far beyond being colleagues, but she suppressed these emotions, afraid to even think about where her attraction might lead. The tension was mounting, and it seemed that one more work scandal—and they would explode, taking the entire office with them. Their colleagues were wary and gave them a wide berth at the slightest sign of tension or a hint of conflict, not wanting to accidentally get caught in the crossfire.       But lately, the office had become calmer, and none of their colleagues could have imagined that their tension had found an outlet in a completely different way.       Mikasa still didn’t understand how she had allowed Levi to get so close, to penetrate her very core and unearth this previously unknown desire to submit. But the fact that he had taken a step toward her, that he was the first to show her his weakness—had won her over.       Relationships had always seemed like a complete disappointment to Mikasa. Her few partners never stayed for long. Why? She had no answer. She could be tender with the right person, she could be tough and decisive, but with no one had she ever been able to find her true self.       She didn’t like wearing masks and trying to adapt to a man, to please him. It seemed like the only right way, but time and again the relationships fell apart, and Mikasa couldn’t understand what she was doing wrong.       In the end, she decided to focus all her attention on work, not wanting to waste any more time on useless feelings. Her confidence, knowledge, and strength scared off even the boldest suitors, and she didn’t want to be with someone whose character was so much weaker than hers. And if before she had wanted someone to take care of her, now Mikasa was self-sufficient enough to solve her own problems and fiercely protected her independence.       Levi, however, commanded authority. However impossible it seemed at first, Mikasa gradually learned to trust him and understood the beauty of being able to rely on someone. Levi taught her by example, over time giving her more opportunities to make her own decisions. He trusted her as a professional, despite the fact that working together was unbearably difficult for both.       They were too similar. Two loners could hardly form a strong team, but Levi was an experienced enough manager and patiently waited for Mikasa to understand that she couldn’t get away from him.       He was perfectly rigid. Flexible only where the situation allowed it. He had a keen sense of when to yield and when to exert strength, and Mikasa respected him at least for that. Which, however, didn’t make work much easier.       Mikasa wanted to do everything her own way, as she knew how. And few could contradict her because in her field, she knew everything that was physically possible for someone her age. But nevertheless, she sorely lacked experience. Mikasa understood this and would get angry, reluctantly giving in when Levi once again convinced her to do as he required. Their interactions gradually turned into acts of taming, and Mikasa found herself unexpectedly drawn in, discovering a new, unexplored desire within herself to do the exact opposite, again and again, just to see Levi get angry, to see him barely restrain himself from yelling at her.       She noticed the clenching of his jaw, the furrowing of his brows, the lightning in his eyes, and could almost hear the grinding of his teeth. Mikasa was ready to swear that Levi expended a lot of energy not to use force on her.       It turned her on.       When she realised that, work turned into a complete nightmare. But she couldn’t stop this torment, constantly asking for trouble again and again just to feel that rush of heat.       Office relationships were strictly forbidden in the company. Regular employees might get off with a warning after promising to keep their family affairs with a colleague outside the office door, but Mikasa was Levi’s direct subordinate, and no one would turn a blind eye to their relationship.       Mikasa indulged in fantasies and dreams, not even hoping for reciprocal feelings from Levi.       One day, when they both stayed late at work, in the empty office, Mikasa once again deliberately provoked him, just to see Levi’s reaction one more time, to soak it in, and to imagine his face, his body, and his hands on her that evening. She understood the foolishness of what she was doing, that she was destroying herself, but she was too weak to deny herself this small pleasure.       But Levi had other plans for her. The very moment she thought he would lunge at her, that he would really hurt her, Levi suddenly pulled her close, kissing her greedily.       She still remembered the feeling of sudden weakness in her legs and how electrifying their first time was when Levi pressed her into the desk in the deserted office. That day, she finally felt that she could truly desire intimacy. That there was another side to feelings, when you want to be with a man, and not just go to bed with your boyfriend because it’s time. And she easily surrendered to Levi, to his intensity, and his ability to stir a hot flame within her.       Levi wasn’t overly attentive or tender. He walked the line with roughness, and it only turned Mikasa on more. Never before him had she had such a great interest in intimacy. Mikasa didn’t think she would enjoy being weak.       Enough time had passed since then for them to learn each other. Their encounters, almost innocent at first, became more and more explicit, and Mikasa allowed Levi more and more.       He taught her to enjoy her own weakness, not to be afraid of opening up to another person. Levi loves to dominate, and she—to submit. It’s a game just for the two of them, where Mikasa gladly gives up control, allows herself to be broken, and opens up more each time.       The feeling of complete liberation that filled her every time she found herself in Levi’s bedroom was incomparable to anything else, and Mikasa returned to him again and again, despite the unfair ban on office relationships and the risk of losing her good position.       Levi, always cold and reserved, seeming unfeeling, revealed a completely new side to her. He could be a hot and passionate lover, sensitive and attentive, but only enough not to cross the line, so that their play remained a game.       Now they knew everything about each other. Sex had become a necessity for them. Having released the tension and let go of the contradictions, at work they remained simple colleagues who had finally overcome their differences and learned to work together, but sometimes Mikasa still deliberately provoked Levi so that in bed he would give her what she so desired.       She would be lying if she said she had control over him. Levi only indulges her whims a little, submitting only to the rules of their unspoken game.       Mikasa was afraid that work would become difficult, or that Levi would choose loyalty to the company over his feelings for her. But whether they were excellent at hiding their relationship, or their colleagues preferred not to pay them any mind to avoid trouble, problems had so far passed them by.       Mikasa did everything to make their meetings last as long as possible. She understood that their game had gone too far, and that their relationship had long transcended simple sex. But she still didn’t allow herself to think about it too much.       Love didn’t interfere with her work. She skilfully left her feelings at the doorstep when entering the gleaming building of the prestigious company, and just as skilfully left work behind when Levi’s apartment swallowed her up.       For her date with him, Mikasa had made an effort: she swapped her strict dark suit for a light black blouse and a skirt above the knee. She put on stockings, black pumps, all the things she so wanted to wear in front of Levi at the office, so that she would be the only one he could think about, so that projects, reports, contracts, and meetings would take a back seat. But rules were rules. And even Levi didn’t seek to break them.       However, behind a closed door, she was allowed much more, and Mikasa brazenly used her position, teasing Levi in the hope that, sitting in his office during another meeting, he would remember her and await their next encounter with the same impatience.       She got out of the car in front of a glossy high-rise with a concierge in the lobby. She no longer had to explain herself. They simply opened the door for her and she walked to the elevator gleaming with metal.       Her heart beat faster with every floor. The numbers replaced one another as if in a hurry. 22… 23… 24…       A pleasant female voice announced the twenty-fifth floor, the elevator doors slid softly apart, inviting her into the corridor. Her heels clicked loudly on the glossy tiles.       Levi was waiting for her at the door, let her into the apartment in silence, and only when the lock clicked behind her did his shoulders relax, acquiring soft lines, and his lips finally found hers.       Subordination, awkwardness—it all was left out there, beyond the door, in the external world with all its stupid “can’ts.”       He abruptly pulls her away from himself, turns her around, and presses her into the wall, forcing her cheek against the light paint. His face is so close that his breath burns her skin. His hands explore her body, squeeze her hips, sliding to the inside, to where the edge of her stockings ends, and Mikasa squirms from the pleasant tickle. Her skirt rides up slightly, and Mikasa feels that Levi is already very aroused. She jerks her hips, teasing him further.       “Did you think I’d let that photo slide?” Levi finally says, and her cheeks flush with heat. “You know you shouldn’t distract me from work…”       Mikasa remembers it perfectly, just as she remembers what breaking this simple rule will entail. And it was practically begging to be broken. For the first time, she allowed herself to test the boundaries of what was permitted, hoping it would provoke Levi, and she had guessed right.       Last night, Mikasa, still damp from the shower, placed her phone on the nightstand, climbed onto the bed, turned her back to the camera, arched her back, covered herself slightly with her leg, and took a couple of pictures.       She had hoped Levi would react, but she didn’t think she could actually distract him so easily from his important work. She received the message with the invitation the very second Levi managed to steal a moment’s distraction in the meeting room. Anticipation tightened low in her stomach, and Mikasa was glad to finally be near Levi, unconstrained by either her classic, strict suit or the need to hide her true feelings.       Levi turns her towards him, kissing her abruptly, scoops her up by the thighs, and carries her into the room, bypassing the large hall with its panoramic windows overlooking the glittering evening city.       The pink streaks of sunset are left behind as they find themselves in the bedroom’s pleasant semi-darkness. The sky in the east has already turned a deep blue, and only a couple of warm, muted lamps are lit in the room.       “I have something for you, too,” Levi says, pulling away from her. He opens a dresser drawer, and a leather strap with a metal heart and a chain appears in his hands.       Mikasa physically feels the excitement rise within her. She can barely contain a smile but pretends the collar hardly makes any impression on her. She knows what will follow and eagerly waits for Levi to stop talking.       Levi hesitates no longer. He pulls Mikasa to him, pressing her closer, and she kisses him boldly while her fingers find the buttons of his shirt. His clothes still smell of paperwork, printer ink, the plastic of overheated computers, and stuffy meeting rooms. The thought that her unapproachable, reserved boss belongs entirely to her in this moment is thrilling and alluring.       Levi breaks the kiss sharply, pushes her hands away, and only a provoked interest splashes in his eyes.       “I didn’t allow you to get handsy.”       Mikasa obediently lowers her eyes to the floor, forcing out a quiet “sorry"—a part of the game they are both sinking deeper into.       In response, Levi is silent. He brings his hands to her neck, softly stroking her skin with his fingers, touches her chin, lifting Mikasa’s face, and the strap tightens around her neck. The metal heart hangs in the hollow between her collarbones.       Levi attaches a longer leash to the chain, pulls it towards himself, and the tip of the heart presses into her tender skin. Mikasa looks up at how Levi wraps the leash around his hand and knows for sure—he has imagined doing this to her more than once. Perhaps back at the office, while she was arguing with him about work details yet again.              Just a couple of months ago, a mere suggestion of this would have enraged her, but now Mikasa doesn’t think of objecting. Her pulse immediately jumps. She takes a short breath and again feels Levi’s warm lips on hers. The contrast of the slight pain and his tenderness is exhilarating.       He holds her close, not letting her pull away, and Mikasa doesn’t try to move back. She answers his kiss, parts her lips, and his hot tongue slides inside, tickling her palate. Excitement washes over her, her breath catches slightly, her heart presses against her skin so hard there’s barely room for a full breath.       She wants to touch him. She wants him to finish the preliminaries sooner, and Levi, as if reading her thoughts, abruptly breaks the kiss.       “Hands,” he orders, and Mikasa offers him her wrists. There’s no clasp on the leash, and Levi casually wraps it around Mikasa’s hands, securing them firmly.       For a moment, his gaze lingers on his handiwork, and his lips stretch into a slight, approving smile. Levi presses on her shoulders, and Mikasa sinks to her knees before him, her face meeting the swollen bulge in his trousers.       She looks up, meeting Levi’s eyes, which are full of anticipation. He reaches for her, his fingers stroking her lips, her neck, moving lower. He deftly unbuttons a couple of buttons on her light blouse. The fabric slips from her shoulders, revealing her pale chest in dark lace lingerie. Mikasa knows how enticingly her fair skin glows against the semi-transparent black fabric.       Levi touches her first with a weightless, almost caressing touch, then squeezes his palm tighter, sending hundreds of shivers through her body. He rubs his fingers over her hardening nipple, teasing and stoking the desire.       The lace of her lingerie chafes. The soft lace feels like a net, but Mikasa only presses closer into Levi’s palm as he unfastens the heavy belt of his trousers.       Mikasa squirms in place, arousal washing over her; she bites her lower lip as Levi caresses her breasts. She can see Levi has been ready for a long time, but he’s drawing out this torment, surely as punishment for her little stunt with the photo—otherwise, she would have been in his bed long ago.       Everything inside her is pulsing, clenching invitingly. Her underwear is soaked, and sitting still is becoming increasingly difficult.       Levi finally deals with the button and zipper of his trousers, and his rigid cock is right in front of Mikasa’s face.       “Go on.”       Levi’s voice brooks no argument. Mikasa leans forward slightly, her lips softly touching the dense head, her wet tongue sliding slowly along the shaft, inflaming Levi even more. He can’t take it anymore. He grabs her hair, pushing forward sharply with a ragged gasp, driving deeper, immediately picking up the pace.       His cock hits the back of her throat, and Mikasa catches scraps of air between his thrusts, barely managing to fill her lungs past the strap constricting her neck.       Tears well up in her eyes, but Levi doesn’t stop, thrusting more sharply. His cock slides easily over her tongue, and Mikasa allows him this roughness. She loves it when the mask of the strict boss slips away and he shows his true character, his impatience, his temper. It pleases Mikasa to know that only she sees this side of him, and she can’t stop thinking about it while she fills out spreadsheets and writes reports.       His cock is lodged in her throat. Another thrust—and warm, viscous seed spills inside. He pulses in her mouth. Levi holds Mikasa’s head firmly, and she can’t pull away, only looking up, pleading with her eyes for him to let her breathe.       Levi’s face is contorted with pleasure. He opens his eyes slightly, looking at Mikasa with undiminished excitement.       “Good girl,” he says, and only then does his hand disappear from the back of her head. Mikasa pulls back sharply, greedily gulping down the long-awaited air. The chain on the collar tightens against her throat, the metal heart scratching her skin, and the sensation seems to strip her bare.       “I hope you understand you’re not getting off that easily after nearly ruining my meeting?” Levi says, tilting her face up by the chin.       Her eyes are surely red from the tears, her scarlet lips swollen from the friction. Levi greedily studies her features, scrutinising her intently, as if seeing her for the first time. His brows are drawn together, his eyes sparkling with interest and thrill.       He pulls Mikasa towards him, forcing her to her feet, but he doesn’t undo the strap on her wrists, and Mikasa only now notices they’ve started to go numb.       Levi pushes her toward the bed. Mikasa turns, climbing onto the soft cotton of his always perfectly pressed sheets, which carry a faint scent of freshness.       Levi approaches from behind. His heavy palm comes down on her back, and Mikasa arches, falling onto her bound hands. The desire to touch herself is unbearable, but the strap isn’t long enough. She can’t pull—the metal heart digs into her throat, the chain tightening even more.       Levi’s hands slide over her hips, feeling the fabric of her skirt, then hike it up, revealing everything that was left out of frame in the photograph. The delicate lace of her black underwear is pushed aside. Rough fingers slide over her swollen, wet, impatient folds, and Mikasa pushes back, begging for more contact.       Levi’s fingers suddenly vanish.       “You like being told off?” A light sneer colours his voice, and the next second, the sound of a sharp slap echoes through the room. A pink mark blooms vividly on her pale skin, and the spot begins to burn.       Mikasa can’t suppress a light cry as his hand strikes her thigh once more, and then again, and again.       She trembles, feeling the viscous wetness trickling down her skin. Her cheek is pressed against the warmth of the breath-warmed cotton sheet, her hair is disheveled and sticking to her face. Mikasa can’t take it anymore. Her lips whisper his name on their own.       “Levi…”       His hand stops, softly stroking her thigh, moving toward the swollen folds. Levi pulls the skin taut, caressing and teasing, running his fingers over her with the lightest touch. Mikasa knows this view, this pose—drives him insane, but Levi controls himself far better than she does.       “Beg.”       His voice envelops her consciousness.       “Please…”       “Not enough, Mikasa. That’s not enough.”       “Please, I want…”       “What do you want?” he interrupts, and his fingers touch her again, sliding along her folds to her sensitive clit. Mikasa jerks nervously, pushing back when he hits that excited spot.       “Just get inside me already…” she exhales, and his fingers disappear. Mikasa squirms in dissatisfaction, but Levi is in complete control, and her plea will go unanswered.       “No, that won’t do.”       Something metallic jingles behind her, and the next second, a belt lands on her thighs. Mikasa cries out, not so much from the pain, but from the unbearable tension below, craving release. The strikes are strong enough to make Mikasa understand—Levi will control the level of her pleasure exactly as he sees fit.       With each strike, her pulse jumps. Her skin burns and stings, mingling with the pulsing inside.       “You like that?” Levi whispers, and his voice, cold and velvety, tickles her mind.       Words seem superfluous, capable of shattering the fragile tension. In response—only a stifled, agreeing moan. Levi, satisfied, finally moves closer. The mattress dips as he positions himself behind her, rubbing against her, and Mikasa feels his hot hardness between her thighs. In anticipation, her whole body feels incandescent.       Levi presses closer, leaning over her, reaching an arm around to untangle the strap on her wrists, finally allowing Mikasa to free her hands and rise up on her elbows. Her wrists ache slightly, but Levi doesn’t allow her complete freedom. He pulls the leash, and the collar tightens around her throat again, forcing her to throw her head back and arch more deeply.       Levi slips inside easily, and the first thrust, like an electric charge, courses through her body with a pleasant languor. Levi doesn’t let her get used to it, reminding her that he is the only one in charge here, and if Mikasa is obedient, if she surrenders to his will, then he will allow her to enjoy it fully. Her lower abdomen clenches. Mikasa has no intention of wresting back control.       His hand wraps around her throat, fingers greedily sinking into her pliant skin. He turns her face to his, kissing her hungrily.       Her moan is swallowed by his lips, his hot tongue caressing her palate, intertwining with hers, and Mikasa feels she’s already on the edge.       Levi doesn’t delay, driving into her harshly, grabbing her hips with his hand, pulling them back and delivering light, sharp slaps, and Mikasa pushes back against him, impaling herself, feeling a bright release approach with every thrust.       “You allow yourself too much.”       He pulls away. Her skin, which just moments ago was warmed by his heat, grows cold.       Mikasa freezes in confusion. Her body, long ready for release, is pierced with emptiness. Inside, everything pulses and burns, demanding touch, and Mikasa collapses weakly onto her hands, rolls onto her side, buries her face in the sheets, and whimpers from the suddenly interrupted pleasure. The ache between her legs is unbearable, and she can barely handle the tension, but she doesn’t touch herself and doesn’t beg anymore. She knows Levi will continue this torture for as long as he sees fit, and she willingly goes along with it again and again, drowning in the contrast of sensations.       Levi returns to her with a restraint, tossing the straps aside as he moves closer, and Mikasa clings to him and, despite the prohibition, reaches for a kiss.       Levi doesn’t push her away, allows a little weakness, just enough to start undressing her.       He carefully unbuttons her blouse, and the smooth fabric slides off her shoulders. The hitched-up skirt ends up on the floor, and Mikasa is left in only her lingerie, which Levi just as quickly disposes of. He studies her with his gaze for only a moment before leaning into her chest, caressing and nibbling.       Mikasa throws her head back, and Levi slides his tongue upward, greedily kissing her lips.       Levi reaches for the straps, loops them behind her neck, laces them around her thighs, forcing Mikasa to lift her legs. A blush unexpectedly floods her face. The position is too exposed, and Mikasa barely suppresses the desire to cover herself, even just a little. Without clothes, Levi’s gaze burns, and she prefers not to think about how she must look to him.       She studies him in return: the warm tone of his skin in the yellow light of the evening lamps, the playful shadows sliding over the taut muscles of his body—she can’t get enough of looking at him and desperately wants to touch.       Mikasa indulges this fleeting desire, reaches forward, stroking his muscled stomach, and Levi sharply catches her wrists, squeezing tighter.       “Do I really need to tell you twice?” he says, and a fine shiver runs through her body. Mikasa is only allowed to look, to be submissive, and to remain led throughout the entire game. And any disobedience must be met with punishment. But she can see that Levi himself is barely holding on.       He rubs against her core again, this time entering slowly, teasing and drawing out the pleasure, and Mikasa bites her lip, unable to tear her gaze away from how Levi disappears in her. He reaches his hand down, runs his thumb along her folds, with each circle shortening the distance to her swollen, finely pulsating clit, moving inside her slowly, and Mikasa moans softly, gradually dissolving in a new wave of desire.       She glances at his face—stripes of shadow line his cheekbones, his straight nose, and get lost in the furrow between his brows. Levi has closed his eyes, focused on himself, and an involuntary pang tugs at her chest. Right now, he doesn’t entirely belong to her, and Mikasa doesn’t like it.       “Levi,” she calls out softly, hearing how her voice, brimming with arousal, cracks. “Look at me.”       He obeys, probably for the first time since they started seeing each other, and realises it too late, and as if to make a point, he quickens his pace, thrusts becoming more abrupt and sharper, continuing to firmly hold Mikasa’s wrists, pulling her onto him, going inside of her faster.       The sensations start to make her head spin. Levi moves his finger over her clit, and Mikasa arches to meet him, forgetting both her fleeting embarrassment and Levi’s gaze, because she knows—he is captivated by her.       A thrust. Another one—Levi pulls out sharply, and warm cum splashes onto her stomach. Mikasa’s eyes fly open, she craves release, squirms and pushes forward, and only then does Levi give her his attention.       He breathes raggedly, his chest rising and falling with his breath, he releases her hands to push back a disobedient strand of hair, sticky with heat, from his face.       “Please,” Mikasa begs, and Levi torments her no longer, slicks his fingers and quickly moves them over her clit until Mikasa shudders all over, lets out a small cry, and arches her back more intensely. Levi doesn’t let her recover—slides between her legs, not allowing her to close them, and descends upon her lips with a new kiss.       Her lower abdomen clenches enticingly, tightens, pulses pleasantly inside, and Levi’s soft lips are nothing like what he was doing to her just moments before.       Finally, he pulls away, removes the restraint, the collar, whose prickly heart Mikasa had long stopped noticing, and she, for the first time that evening, relaxes, feeling completely drained.       Levi pushes everything unnecessary off the bed, lies down next to her, holding Mikasa tighter.       He smells pleasantly of cologne, something woody and sharp, despite being damp with sweat, and Mikasa buries her nose in his chest, kissing his salty skin.       “Are you alright?” he asks.       “Yes,” Mikasa answers quietly, and her lips stretch into a satisfied smile.       Levi reaches for her hands, pulls them toward him, softly kissing her wrists, and Mikasa looks at him cautiously, so suddenly tender and sweet.       A damp strand of hair falls across his face, and Mikasa can’t resist, takes her hand back and brushes the disobedient strand away.       Levi looks back at her with unconcealed adoration, and in this minute, Mikasa feels absolutely happy. In this man, she found everything she so sorely lacked in others, and his inclinations bordering on cruelty didn’t disconcert or frighten her at all. He knew how to receive pleasure and delivered it to her with ease.       “Did you like my photo?” Mikasa asks in a coaxing tone.       “You already know the answer,” Levi says, leaning back on the pillows.       The room grows cooler, their bodies cooling down, and Mikasa wraps herself in the fluffy blanket, which still smells of frosty freshness. A moment of silence is broken by Levi’s heavy sigh.       “Don’t send me things like that during work hours. I could barely last until evening. Next time, I’ll catch you in some storage room and we’ll both have problems.”       “You wouldn’t dare.”       Levi raises an eyebrow in a silent question, and Mikasa feels the threat hanging in the air, quite real and unbearably sweet. She laughs quietly, moving closer, and Levi kisses her hair, hugs her, and pulls her close.       “Don’t be on your phone during important meetings, then it will be easier.”       His velvety laugh echoes in his chest. The soft silence of the evening is cut by the ring of the doorbell, and Mikasa feels Levi tense.       “Shit, I forgot I ordered us dinner.”

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      Mikasa couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position in her office chair. Her colleagues were already starting to glance at her suspiciously, but she couldn’t help herself.       After the shower and dinner, she had, as expected, gone home. In the morning, acting as if nothing had happened, she got ready for work, arrived at the office, wearing her usual strict suit and an impenetrable expression.       But the treacherous office chair had shattered all her defences.       Her hips were still stinging.