#qnotl

You gasp, pulling your hands to your chest, completely forgetting about the kettle in your hand, and the scalding hot cup of tea right in front of you.

Your actions knock the cup all over yourself, soaking your stomach to your thigh. Hands shaking, you try to set the kettle down on the counter, not without spilling more hot water on your nondominant hand.

Cursing under your breath, you almost run into the bathroom.

You never felt the heat of the water, that is what scares you.

Thankfully, your training from work kicks in, and you step into the shower, turning the water to the coldest setting.

"What happened?" Levi speaks with authority, his tone harsh and foreign to you.

Choking down a whimper, you accidentally grab the shower head with your nondominant hand, making the dry and irritated skin stretch with a burn.

Quickly, you switch hands, putting the cold water over your hand to remove the immediate pain.

"Tell me." Levi walks towards you, his body hovering in the open shower door. Too focused on yourself, you don't see the way his face twists with pain – like he can feel how hurt you are.

Levi can clearly see the irritated area on the back of your hand forming, and with his immaculate detective skills, he knows you burnt more than just your hand to be treating yourself in the shower.

"Where else did you get burnt." His hands are held out to help you, hesitating on touching you where you're burnt.

"It's my tummy a-and my t-thigh." You whimper again, the sound sending twisted pleasure to his cock and wounding his heart at the same time.

Levi watches as you angle the shower head to your stomach, your injured hand lifting the material of your tee shirt so Levi can see the extend of your damages.

This time, Levi is the one cursing under his breath, taking the shower head from your hands.

"Strip. You shouldn't have clothing touching the burns." Levi moves the water to run over your stomach, his free hand helping you lift your shirt over your head.

You hiss as the harsh, wet material runs over the burn on your hand. Cradling it to your chest with your free hand, the wet tee shirt is dumped on the shower floor beside your feet.

Levi is quick to hook his thumb into your shorts and to work it down your long legs. The perverted side of his mind noted how you had forgone a bra and panties. The more logical side of Levi's mind kept assessing the burns, his head how level with your pussy.

The water had scalded a majority of your stomach and most of your right thigh.

"Shit." He hisses under his breath, looking up to you from his crouched position.

Tears are running down your face (which is now ghostly pale), your hands still cradled to your chest. Levi also notices the periodic shaking of the adrenaline leaving your body, giving you full body chills.