Reader x Levi - AU!Doctor of All Trades P1

Reader x Levi - Doctor of All Trades P1/2
Warning for language & mature themes




Levi tightens the belt at his pants and grabs the phone from the nightstand. The woman on the bed stirs slightly, exposed nipples still erect from the previous night’s events.

         I’ve got to stop fucking doing this, he thinks to himself, walking out of the door in a hurry. The fresh morning air hits in harshly as he gets into the car and drives away. As he drives past sleeping houses and empty neighborhoods, he remembers something about getting a physical at work today. Something about Erwin, his boss, tightening security. Levi doesn’t really know, nor does he care.

         He does know that there is no point in going home to try to get some sleep before clocking in at the office. Insomnia doesn’t allow him such options. Instead, he drives straight to the company’s building, parks in his designated spot next to Erwin’s empty one, and scans his badge for the security guard at the front desk.

         “Well sir, as they all say, there isn’t any rest for the wicked. And you, sir, are pretty wicked.” The young guard smiles, earning a half-assed chuckle from Levi.

         “I’ll be taking that as a complement, kid. Hope no one fucks with you too bad today,” he replies, heading towards the elevators. Before his finger lands on the call button, Levi backtracks and asks, “Actually, do you know what’s the fucking deal with the physical that Erwin sent an email out about? Shit like that should be explained in person and I haven’t heard anything about it until yesterday night.”

         “Just some routine check-ups.” He lowers his voice, “Coffee-room rumors are saying it’s also a partial drug test for some of the people who have been suspected of taking some illegal stuff.”

         “No shit, Erwin’s finally doing something with that Reiner kid? I told him like a fucking week ago that he and his bitch were on some manic-depressive drug. Like whatever the hell is on the market nowadays.”

         The guard nods slightly. “You know, one of the doctors administering the testing actually went up about twenty minutes ago. She wanted to get a head start on setting up the room and whatnot. Had her credentials, not an issue.”

         “Oh yeah?” It’s not normal to have other people visit at such early hours. Even the maintenance people show up around six thirty. “Now the question is, how big was… you know… her…” Levi makes a gesture with his hands.

         “Her ass?!”

         Levi smacks the college student upside the back of his head. “No you fucking pervert, her credentials. Where the fuck did you get that idea?” he demands, making a joke out of the boy’s confusion. Originally, Levi indeed wanted to know how big this unknown female’s rear was, but then he decided to mess with the kid.

         “Oh, um, well they were pretty good. And she’s also like on the Board of Alumni at MIT or something and has a lot of majors and PhDs from branches of science and math and medicine that I can’t even pronounce.”

         Heels click down the hallway. “And I’ll have both of you know that while my ass is large, my brain is bigger and all of those ‘hard to pronounce’ branches of mathematics and science PhDs weren’t easy to get. So I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak so freely about my ass,” a new voice scolds.

         Levi turns to come face to face with you - seemingly late twenties - with (h/c) locks bouncing at your shoulders. You wears a tight black blouse with a deep plum pencil skirt and a pair of terrifying stilettoes with a red underbelly. For a doctor due to be testing office nerds for drugs, you look very put together.

         “You must be Mr. Ackerman. Erwin said that you might arrive early today.” You put your hand out to shake. “I am (F/n) (L/n), and when I heard the party you two were having down here, I decided I might as well come and see for myself what’s going on.”

         GIngerly, Levi shakes your hand and offers you a smile. “Yeah, it’s always a party here. So, (F/n), what brings you here so early? I mean, even with the preparing an all.”

         “Dr. (L/n).”

         Levi raises an eyebrow.

         “I go by Dr. (L/n), Mr. Ackerman.”

         “Right.”

         He waits for your answer.

         “I just prefer to be early.” You turn to the security guard, hands on your hips. “Might I have the key to the supply closet? The table I’ve been given is horridly dirty and I refuse to have patients sitting on it. I would use something of my own, but I’ve only just run out.”

         Before the kid can answer, Levi speaks, “I’ll help you. I’ve got some hidden cleaning shit in my office that you’re welcome to use. I’ll take you upstairs. I’ve got to set down my things anyways. See you later, kid.”

         When Levi motions for you to go ahead of him, you smile kindly and click your way over to the elevator.

         “Good luck, sir. She’s a tough one, she is.”

         Levi only winks in return and follows after you. He watches as you extend a perfectly manicured finger out to graze past the call button.

         “Germaphobe?” Levi asks, trying to make conversation with you.

         “The amount of bacteria on elevator buttons is forty times higher than public toilet seats; some of them being unknown to scientists. I don’t want to be a petri dish for any of those untested creatures.”

Well fuck, I’m never touching one of those again, Levi thinks as the bell dings.
         
         Inside the small space, you scoot towards the back right corner. Far enough from Levi, but not too close that you are touching the metal bars or mirrors.

         Levi swipes his ID badge and the elevator doors close. Up to the top floor it is.

         “So.” The dull music doesn’t do anything for the tension between the two of you. “Tell me, Mr. Ackerman, what do you do here besides play basketball with applying interns’ credentials papers?”

         “I don’t snoop around other people’s lives, that’s for goddamn sure.”

         “I like to know what’s going to be the cause of my death when I trip over wadded up pieces of paper. I might just need to know the paper’s lawyer when I need to sue them for a broken neck.”

         “Well in those heels, I think you might have to drop the case. What doctor wears Christian Louboutin pumps to a job?”

         “What tech company VP knows what pumps are?”

         “Touché.”