Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

5. it doesn't count if it's dance practice

It's relaxing, and it's... refreshing. Since getting to the house, Levi's been tense and on edge. He hasn't even been himself when you two have been alone in his room. Here, he seems at peace. Comfortable.

You're so caught up in the music and in your head that you nearly miss the flicker of movement in the window. You glance up at the window behind the piano; you can see a figure in the reflection. Someone watching you from the doorway, the entryway to the room.

Fuck, someone's watching. You have to play this up. You move towards the piano bench and slide up next to Levi- it's a big enough bench for the both of you. "Eyes," you murmur, voice quiet enough to not be heard over the piano's melody.

Levi gets it. He shifts closer to you, fingers still dancing across the piano keys. "Tip your head," he murmurs.

You lean against him, letting your head rest against his shoulder. Levi continues to play and you shut your eyes, happy to relax and have a moment of peace.

He stops abruptly. You frown, lifting your head. "Why'd you stop?" you ask.

"Because," Levi murmurs, and his hand rises. His finger touches your chin and he tilts your head up, and it takes you much too long to process what's happening before he slots his lips against yours. 

It lasts much longer than your first two kisses. Longer than the one in the car, longer than the one you'd fabricated this morning. His lips move slightly against yours, but there's no tongue, no passion, nothing like that. It's simple but lasts long enough to give the impression of a deeper kiss- at least, you think.

He pulls away, then kisses you on the forehead, and you let your head fall back onto his shoulder, trying to hide the heat that's flooding your face. The kissing was fine, whatever- but the forehead kiss? Hell no. That's too sweet. You'll melt into the floor.

You think you enjoyed that more than you should've for a fake relationship. Alright, well- maybe just put a hold on the forehead kisses and everything will be okay.

Levi goes back to playing the piano. You glance at the window in front of you both, trying to look in the reflection. You don't think you can see anyone anymore. "I think we're good," you murmur.

"Stay there," he replies quietly, stretching his arm across the piano to hit some high notes. "They might come back." After a trill on the high end of the piano, Levi adds, "I don't mind."

He doesn't mind. Alright, then.

Your forehead tingles as you let your eyes close. A thought occurs to you, and you ask him, "is it your birthday?"

His tempo falters slightly, but he picks it back up. "I don't celebrate my birthday."

"You could've told me."

Levi doesn't reply. He stops playing for a moment, and for a second, you think he's done; after a moment, Levi picks a different melody and starts to play that instead.

You still keep your cheek on his shoulder. "Your mother and I made a cake," you murmur. "It wouldn't kill you to enjoy it. And maybe say thank you."

"What are you, my girlfriend?" Levi mutters, which makes your lips twitch.

"Careful, or I'll break up with you."

"Not while you're trapped in this mansion, you won't."

"I'll hotwire your car."

"It'd be easier for you to take the motorcycle."

You raise your head. "You have a motorcycle?"

He looks at you. The corner of his mouth is quirked. He shakes his head a bit, then goes back to the piano, fingers dancing over the piano keys again.