Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

9. it doesn't count if it's for learning purposes

He laughs. "What, afraid you'll fall and then Levi's going to realize how bad you are at this?"

You're not bad, not at all- just, sometimes, not great. There's a difference. "I'm not bad," you say with a scowl, glaring at Jean as he skates back over to Marco. "I just can't stop, and- shit!"

The gods of karma must be laughing at you, because the front of your skate hits a bump in the ice. Unlike arena ice, which is carefully groomed, the ice on the lake is not completely smooth and has several bumps that you can normally handle- except for this one, apparently.

Your momentum takes you forward, and you're all set to fall face-first into the ice and make an absolute fool of yourself until you feel a hand on your arm, then another hand latching onto your coat and tugging. Instead of going completely forward, you're pulled sideways, and when you fall, you don't fall onto the ice but rather onto someone.

When you finally collect your bearings, you realize you're on top of Levi. He's on his back on the ice and you're on top of him, chest to chest, with one of his hands locked onto your arm and the other on your hip. "Shit!" you say aloud, one of your hands flying to his face. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, are you-"

"I'm fine," Levi interrupts, grip still tight on your arm. "Are you okay?"

"Why did you do that?" you fuss, rather than answering his question. You bring one of your hands up to his face. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- you shouldn't have done that-"

"And what, just let you fall?" Levi relaxes, letting his head tip back so that his skull is laying on the ice. You're already sputtering out another apology, but Levi's hand goes to your face, and he presses a finger to your lips. "I'm fine," he says, grey eyes drilling into yours, "and it's okay. Stop apologizing."

"What was that about being good at skating?" Jean calls.

You look up and raise your middle finger at him. "Fuck off, Jean!"

He laughs, then promptly trips over his own feet. You laugh, and Marco goes to help him, but you can see he's trying to stifle his laughter. You look back to Levi, now smiling, and you murmur, "you're sure you're alright?"

"For the last time," Levi murmurs, but he doesn't sound fed up with you, "yes. I am."

"Fine. Okay. Thank you," you add, because he saved you from injuring yourself. "But you shouldn't have done that."

He rolls his eyes. "So damn stubborn."

"Hurry up and get up or I'm gonna see if I can skate fast enough to jump over the two of you!" Ymir hollers from somewhere down the lake.

You sigh, then look back to Levi one last time. He's got this soft look in his eyes, one that you recognize from the gala night, when you'd finally made it back to his bedroom and he told you that you were great. Before you can lose your nerve, you dip your head in and kiss him. Nothing serious or heavy, but Levi lifts his head to reciprocate, and then you're finally pulling yourself off from him.

Hand in hand, the two of you get to your feet. "I can still try and jump over ya!" Ymir calls.

"Please don't," Historia says with a tired sigh.

"We'd appreciate it if you didn't try and kill us," you reply, and then you look back to Levi. He's still holding your hand. "Ready?"

He nods, but he doesn't let go. "Maybe this'll be easier," Levi says, squeezing your palm.

You've got no quarrel with that proposition. "Maybe," you agree.

The group of you only spend maybe another ten or fifteen minutes on the lake before you're too cold to go any longer, but you spend the entire time hand in hand with Levi. Despite how cold it is outside, you feel like you could've skated for hours.