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A loud grunt disturbed her meditative state. It had grown louder since she threw herself on the bed. The moldy walls of the godforsaken inn they were spending the night were thin as paper, and she could hear her neighbor’s heavy breathing. Hange Zoë sighed, took off her military boots, letting them hit the wooden floor. All sounds from the room next door stopped as if something caught the attention of whoever was on the other side. She unbuckled the belts around her long legs, but the static silence pressed against her ears. Was her neighbor listening to her movements?
The heavy thump of a pair of boots stopped near the wall, then the creaking of the bed started. Frustrated, she huffed and hurled the belts of her uniform against the wall. Silence again. The weight shifted on her neighbor’s bed, judging by the squeaks. A few unexpected knocks a little over her bed surprised her. Out of curiosity, she responded with more knocks.
“Keep going,” a masculine voice said.
“What?!” she replied, a bit angry and tired.
“You’re… undressing,” his tone was firm and shameless.
“What a clever man. Shut up and try to fuck without making so much noise!” she yelled and lay down again.
“How do you know what I’m doing?” he sounded genuinely concerned for a minute.
“I can see you through the wall,” Hange said, closing her eyes.
“You’re lying,” he concluded.
The rustling of the shirt against his skin made her realize he was undressing as well. He let out a loud, dramatic sigh, which sparked an uncomfortable heat below her hips. She cursed and blamed the forty-eight hours of nonstop work for her weakness. Then metallic sounds of belts that ended rather quickly. The man was a soldier. Her mind raced, trying to place the voice in a familiar face. He had been bold enough to tell her to undress in a harsh, impolite tone.
He moved in his bed again, but there was a suspicious rhythm to the rustling of sheets against the old mattress. She swallowed as her hands undid the belt clinging to her hips, her fingers slipped further down and played with the zipper of her pants. Another grunt forced her to get rid of one more belt, and for a second, she tried to do it quietly. However, the realization that a stranger was suddenly taking control over her actions angered her.
The violent thump of her belts on the floor, followed by an angry scoff, seemed to catch the man’s attention. Silence, absolute, uncomfortable in its own nature, fell on both rooms. She knelt on the bed, inspecting the wall, trying to actually see through the stones. Finally, she heard a splash of water and more sighs and grunts. Hange smiled, lay down on her bed, and pressed her zipper, letting a faint moan escape her lips.
“Fuck. Louder,” he ordered.
“Shut up!”
“Good… just keep going,” he said.
“You liked that?” she asked, curious and amused.
“I like your voice,” he confessed.
“I won’t scream for you.”
“Ugh… you’re good” he said, and the squeaking of the bed resumed.
“Oh, for fuck's sake,” she complained, but the heat between her legs was spreading all over her body.
“Don’t stop.”
“I can just knock on your door, you know,” she pointed out even though she had no intention of doing it.
“Don’t,” he said as all sounds stopped again.
“I knew it. You’re a piece of shit,” she sighed, still thinking about the man’s identity.
“You have a dirty mouth.”
“Oh… at least I’m not the one masturbating to a stranger.”
“You’re lying,” he replied. His deep, confident voice sent a spark below her waist that traveled up to her chest. She bit her lips to not make any sound.
“You really want me to say your voice makes me wet, and so hot I wanna rip all my clothes off.”
“Does it?” he asked, waiting for a genuine answer.
“No,” she lied, feeling her temperature rise.
“Keep going, even if you’re lying.”
“You’re unbelievable. I won’t play this stupid little game with you,” she sentenced, and a moan reached her through the wall.
She stayed silent, maybe she needed to blow off some steam after days of traveling and researching. Her hands slipped under her pants, moving before she could think. A sigh escaped her mouth. She started slow, dragging her fingers over her sensitive skin, ignoring the squeaky bed in the man’s room. The spark transformed into a current of electricity as the friction increased and she buried a finger near her clit. A groan encouraged her to move her hand faster.
The pressure of the belt above her small breasts was delicious, her nipples hardened against her shirt as she was lost in her pleasure. Hange Zoë had never had a lover who could turn her on without a touch. She had only ever had a few casual encounters with people she met once. Half of them after getting drunk and a fellow soldier who promised to make her scream using her tongue. The woman fulfilled her promise, but she disappeared outside the walls.
“Take off your shirt,” the deep masculine voice ordered.
“Shut up,” his commanding tone intensified the fire between her legs.
“Shit… say it again.”
“Shut the fuck up!” she repeated, caressing one of her breasts over the fabric of her clothes.
“Fuck, you…. I can’t,” the rattle of furniture fueled her imagination. For an instant, she saw the man trembling on his bed, his hand around his erection, enjoying the ripples of an intense orgasm.
“Are you done?” she asked, slowing down her caresses.
“Ugh… I’m still here… for you,” the way he lazily dragged his words made goosebumps form on her skin.
“So considerate… you’re such a gentleman, aren’t you?” she said in a low, raspy voice that sounded sexier than intended.
“Say it again.”
“You’re a gentleman and a piece of shit, both can be true at the same time,” she gasped as her fingers rubbed her most sensitive nub.
“You think you know everything about Titans, people, but there’s so much shit you ignore,” he knew who she was. Shivers went down her spine as his voice sipped through the cracks of the stone wall.
“What else… do you know… about me?”
“I know… what you hide under that uniform. I’ve seen you… because you don’t have an ounce of decency,” she was under the spell of his grave, masculine tone. The meaning of his words melted in tingles coursing under her skin, blinding her judgment.
“You liked what you saw?” Her question was a desperate attempt at keeping him talking; she was so close to that sweet, needed release.
“Hell, such a sight is hard to forget. I’ve thought about it… many times since that day, but you’re out of your fucking mind.”
“Ugh… you just… have to fuck me… and forget about everything,” she moaned, louder than before as she arched her back, rubbing her clit faster, falling in a sea of pleasure.
“I would fuck you hard. That might fix some of your loose screws up there,” he sounded sincere despite the crudeness of his confession.
“Really hard?” she managed to ask before her limbs trembled, her head buried in the pillow, and the mattress followed the rhythm of her strong orgasm.
“So hard you might beg me to stop.”
The room disappeared for a few seconds. She concentrated on the spasms controlling her hips and forgot about the man whose voice sent her over the edge. What was he saying? Hange remembered pieces of the conversation, but now that her breathing had returned to normal, the realization that he ordered her to undress, knowing who she was, shocked her. The scientist grabbed a cloth and cleaned her hand, analyzing the bizarre situation.
She had allowed her physical needs to dominate her, and he knew it. He knew she had touched herself as he confessed his lust. They moaned and orgasmed together, even though a stone wall separated them. Part of her regretted it, but her wild side wanted to do it again. The unhinged Hange Zoë wanted the man to see her without her uniform, caressing every part of her anatomy, from her small breasts to the space between her legs.
“Are you done, too?”
“If you don’t shut up, I swear I’m kicking your door down!” she exclaimed, unsure if that was a real threat.
“Not tonight… maybe one of these days, four eyes.”
Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. The stranger of the deep, seductive voice was the sour-faced Captain Levi. The harder she thought about it, the less possible it seemed. He had masturbated to her voice without hiding it. He confessed he liked her naked body and openly revealed his desire to fuck her. The clean freak captain of the Survey Corps would never want her. She sighed and convinced herself the strange man wasn’t Levi.
The morning came with the rush of boots outside her door, the smell of freshly baked bread, and the commander yelling orders in the hallway. She fixed her uniform, grabbed the pile of books on her desk, ready to start a new day of hard work. The events of the night felt like a dream, now that reality was calling her. Hange stumbled outside her room with more books than she could carry.
A bottle of ink slipped through her fingers and knocked on the door of her neighbor. The door opened before she could react. He was as short as she remembered, but his grey stare made goosebumps travel on her skin. There was an appetite hidden behind his stare, a secret between them. Levi handed her the bottle of ink and complained about her mess as usual.
“Just knock on my door next time,” she said with a smile, hoping he would understand the invitation.