Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

7. it doesn't count under mistletoe

Levi shrugs. "No clue. Worth the risk?"

You pretend to think. "Up to you."

He pauses. "Up to you."

"I said it first."

"Do you think it's worth the risk? Do you want seven years of bad luck?"

"Isn't that for mirrors?"

"Mirrors, mistletoe, same difference."

"I asked you first."

Levi's eyes linger on you. He shrugs loosely; you almost think he's enjoying himself. "If there's no harm in it," he says casually, "then no, it's not worth the risk."

You can't help it: you're smiling now. You shrug as if to say oh well. "Guess we have to."

"Guess so," he agrees.

There's a bit of a pause. For a second, it's a bit awkward- who's going to move first, does he still want to- but Levi leans in, and then you do too. His lips meet yours and he kisses you gently, and you kiss him back, lips moving slowly against his. It lasts one, two, three seconds before he pulls back, and the two of you seem to exhale in unison.

His cheeks are red. It's probably the cold. "Risk averted," you say, trying for a smile.

His lips twitch. "Risk averted," he agrees. Levi looks ahead, then back to you, and he offers his hand. "Getting crowded," is all he says, and with a tiny smile on your face, you take his hand.

Levi was right- it is crowded. But he takes you around the edge of it, fingers laced with yours, and he doesn't let go until the two of you get back to his car. And with a strange warmth in your chest that you don't think is the lingering effect of the hot chocolate, you get into his car, ready to go back to his place and tackle the gala.

.

You're absolutely not ready to tackle this gala.

By the time you get back and get into the house, you can already hear noise- plenty of chatter. The butler is kind enough to inform you that guests have already started showing up, and Levi's quick to pull you away to his room before any of the aforementioned guests can appear.

"How long do you need to get ready?" he asks as he takes your coat from you.

If you don't put too much focus on your hair, and light make-up, then maybe... "half an hour?" you guess, not sure what the right answer is.

Levi's eyes meet yours. Grey- pretty. "Can you make it an hour?"

"I can make it two," you tell him, which makes him roll his eyes.

With the message that you don't need to rush, you start to get ready. Make-up, hair, dress- oh, god, you still love your dress. And the pockets! God, you'll never get over the pockets. You pull on your basic black heels that you brought from home and some simple silver earrings that match the necklace Levi got you, which sits perfectly on your collarbone and matches perfectly with your dress. 

You can't help but admire yourself in Levi's full length mirror, spinning and twisting and beaming at your reflection. God, you wish this dress wasn't just a rental and you could keep it- but it's undoubtedly worth more than you could ever afford.

You don't even notice Levi stepping out of his walk-in closet until he says, "you look good."

You spin to face him, beaming. He's wearing a black, crisp suit with a collared shirt underneath that matches your dress. Holy crap, he's hot. "So do you," you say honestly, trying not to stumble over your words. "We match."