Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

4. it doesn't count if it's to convince the in-laws

"Okay. Then I will, thank you." Levi steps past you to grab your bags, and when you try to stop him, saying "I can take my own, it's fine," he just nudges you away and takes your stuff anyway. Frowning, you follow him out of the guest room and back down the hall.

A few turns later, Levi's pausing at a door and murmuring, "through here." You step past him and nudge the door open, and once again, your jaw drops.

His room is clean. Like, really clean. His car being neat and tidy was a bit of a surprise, yes, but- oh, yes, they've got maids, of course his room is clean. His bed is massive, with plenty of pillows, there's a large desk with a computer, a television mounted on the wall across from the bed, and two doorways: one is open to reveal what looks like a walk-in closet and you're betting the other is a bathroom.

He's got a fucking armchair and bookshelf in one corner too, complete with a lamp and side table. "Wow," is all you've got as Levi sets your bags down, hanging your coat on one of many hooks adorning his wall.

"Your stuff will be safe here," he says, pulling off the sweater he's wearing to reveal a long-sleeve grey shirt underneath. "No one's allowed in here except me."

"No maids?" you ask, still taking in every inch of this massive room.

"No."

"You clean this yourself?"

He shoots you a weird look. "Yes. And some of it's dusty, so I've got to clean it now."

Sure enough, he's already rolling up his sleeves and rummaging through one of his many cabinets. "Oh," is all you can manage when he pulls out full rubber gloves and at least three different bottles of cleaning sprays. He's serious. "Do you- do you need help?"

"No," Levi replies. Then he looks to you, standing awkwardly in the middle of his room, and he says, "that door is to a bathroom. If you want to shower, I'll be done by the time you're out."

Shower. Private bathroom. Cool. "Okay," you agree, and Levi goes back to his cleaning supplies. "Okay," you mutter again, this time to yourself, as you go to your bags.

You don't keep track of the time, but by the time you've found everything you need from your bag, showered, changed, and dried your hair (he has a hair dryer! Who would've guessed), Levi's done his cleaning. He's unpacking his own bag when you step out of the bathroom, wearing flannel pajama bottoms and the warmest sweatshirt you own.

When you close the door behind you, he looks over to you. Levi's gaze skims your whole body before he says, "nice pajamas."

"Well, it's not like I'm in school for fashion design," you say with a roll of your eyes. 

"The world is better off."

"Says you. What, going to sleep in trousers?"

"I'll shower before that," Levi says,

He moves towards his bed. He sits down and sinks into the mattress- god, his bed looks so comfortable. "What bed size comes after king?" you ask. "Because I think yours is three stages past that."

Levi looks amused. "An Alaskan king."

"That's a thing?"

"Yeah." There's a pause; you're still not quite sure what to do with yourself. Levi looks from you to the bed, then gestures. "You can sit."

A smile creeps up onto your face as you move towards his bed, then sit down on the edge. God, you sink right into the mattress, and you resist the urge to just flop on your back and claim the entire thing as your own. "I think this is my dream bed," you say honestly, patting the blankets.