Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

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

Levi steps out onto the deck, immediately hissing "fuck it's cold" which makes you giggle as he closes the door behind him and draws closer. Levi hangs his towel up on one of the hooks on the wall and he sheds himself of his shirt. Your eyes go wide for a brief moment before you divert your gaze- fucking hell, he wasn't kidding when he said he had abs.

Once you hear him step into the water, you count to five in your head before you look over to him. He's found somewhere in the hot tub to sit with his back to a corner; only the tops of his shoulders are above the water. He's across from you, and you're close enough that you could lock ankles with him, you think.

He tips his head back, eyes closed. You grin. "Nice, right?"

"It's nice," he agrees. He dips a little further, humming. "Nice."

"It really is," you muse, eyes flickering to the curtained windows. You can see the light from the lamps inside; it doesn't look like anyone's there. "God, I could stay here forever."

Levi hums. "Why doesn't my rich ass stepdad have one of these?"

You grin. "He could have ten."

"Ten put together."

"A pool sized hot tub," you suggest. "With a diving board and a deep end and everything."

His eyebrows furrow. "Doesn't that defeat the purpose? Relaxing?"

You shrug. "Dream big."

Levi's lips twitch. It makes you smile. He lets his chin tip back down, and his eyes flicker to you and then past you. "Don't look, but we have company," he says warningly, eyes moving back to you.

The two of you fall silent so that you can listen. Sure enough, you can hear murmurs, muted by a layer of glass. You spin yourself in a lazy circle, pretending to be enjoying the hot tub, and sure enough, you can see two silhouettes behind the curtain. They're not leaving.

"Maybe they don't think we can see them," you say as you complete your spin and settle back into your spot.

"Probably not," Levi muses, eyes still on you. "Looks like your idiot cousin and one of your aunts."

"None of my cousins are idiots," you defend immediately, kicking him. "Okay, maybe Jean. But still."

"Everyone is smarter than Jean." 

You grin. "Hard to argue with that."

His eyes shift to the curtain, and then back to you. Levi's eyes burn holes into your skull. It's that silent message that you've gotten good at reading: show time.

Show time indeed. You exhale, trying to gather your confidence, and you move through the hot tub towards Levi. Levi's grey eyes are locked on you, dark and brooding, and even though you've done this before, like you've had to several times, this one feels more... intimate. Maybe it's the lack of clothing- that usual protection from too much skin-to-skin contact.

Because now you're practically straddling Levi, legs on either side of him, sitting on his fucking lap. And Levi's still watching you through dark eyes, dark eyes that are making something curl within your stomach. 

Even though it's the same position you were in yesterday, when you had to lick that salt off of his neck and take that tequila shot, this feels fifty times more intimate. You feel like you might tip over, or fall onto Levi, which would put his face right in your chest, and that would be a definite way to make any follow-up conversation awkward.

"Can I hold you?" Levi murmurs, looking up at you.

Fuck, fuck, double fuck. You don't even know exactly what he means, so you just say, "yeah, that's fine," and his hands settle on your hips, keeping you from falling over.