Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

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

You lean back. "Yeah."

"Fine." He raises his hand and beckons you towards him with two fingers. "Come here."

You wait, counting to three in your head before you swim over to him slowly, going back to where you were before: straddling Levi, the insides of your thighs touching the outsides of his, your ass in his lap. You reach out to grab the edge of the hot tub to steady yourself, putting Levi's head between your arms.

His eyes are glued to you, and yours to his. It's like you're hypnotizing each other. "People think it's all about lips," Levi muses, tilting his head. "All about your mouth."

"I think it'd be kind of hard to kiss without a mouth," you say honestly.

The corner of his mouth twitches. "Three things make someone a good kisser," he says, and his lips are nearing yours. One quick dip of your head, and you'll have him. "Three things that don't include your mouth."

You cock your head. "You've got a whole lesson plan, then."

Levi smirks. "First one is eyes," he says. "Eye contact is key."

"Eye contact," you repeat. "You open your eyes when you kiss?"

"No, dumbass. Beforehand. For tension."

"Tension."

For a second, both of you just stare. You can see why he brought up eye contact: the more you look at him, the more you want to melt. God, his grey eyes almost look like they're a faded silver. Are those flecks of blue?

"Second," he continues, and you feel his fingertips skim your bare hips, fiery touch combined with the heat of the hot tub. "Hands."

"Hands."

"Where you put your hands," Levi says, and you feel his grip tighten on your sides, "makes all the difference. And what you do with your hands," he continues, and you feel his fingers brush along the edge of your bathing suit bottoms, "changes everything."

He's not doing anything invasive, nothing beyond twisting the fabric where your bathing suit bottoms meet your hip, but it's driving you absolutely mad. So maybe he's kind of right about the hands thing. "What should you do with your hands?" you find yourself asking. "Where's the best place?"

"Depends." His fingertips trace your sides, going up to your ribs. "One person normally goes high, and the other goes low."

"So you're going low," you muse, feeling his touch run across your side. "Where's the best low spot?"

Levi tips his chin up. You're trying to hide your grin; this is going so, so well, and you're definitely enjoying yourself. Levi looks like he is too. "You're inquisitive," he murmurs, lips quirked.

You shrug. "Once a good student, always a good student."

"Mm." Levi's palms press flat against your ribs. You rest your hands on his shoulders. "Sides are safe," he tells you, and you feel his hands go lower as he says, "hips are better. And you can always..."

He trails off. His hands are sitting low on your hips, his pinky fingers laying just above your ass. You know what he was getting to, but for two people doing this for fake dating, that's definitely a line you can't cross. Fucking hell- this whole thing is riding the line, the line you've drawn, and you're dangerously close to stepping over it.

You hum as if to say that you get it. "And high spots?" you ask.

"Shoulders are safe," Levi replies, eyes flickering sideways to look at your hands on his shoulders. "Back of the neck or back of the head work better. Or side of the jaw."