Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

8. it doesn't count during drinking games [minor nsfw]

"Dammit!" Jean curses. "I was hoping we'd get that one!"

"You wrote that one?" Marco asks, amused.

"Yeah. Any excuse to get your shirt off."

"Shirt off?" Levi mutters. He lowers his voice and hisses in your ear, "I've never done one of these."

"Neither have I," you whisper back. The two of you might be screwed.

His grip tightens around your waist as Sasha pushes herself up from the floor. "Tequila time!" she chirps, reaching for the tequila bottle on the table. "Woo! The only thing that would make this better is if the body shots were food instead."

"That's just eating food off of someone," Historia murmurs, frowning.

Sasha's eyes light up. "Is that a dare in here somewhere?"

"I put one in just for you, babe," Niccolo murmurs, patting her hip.

"I love you!"

"You should see the look on your face," Hitch laughs, pointing at you. "It's like you've never done body shots before!"

"Not all of us are raging party animals, Hitch," Ymir intervenes before you get a chance. "Some of us just like to drink ourselves into depressive states in the safety of our own homes."

"Babe," Historia murmurs, shaking her head.

"I haven't done one before," you say before Hitch can start telling stories of her alcohol-induced experiences. "You guys know me. I'm not a partier."

"Then we're taking your body shot virginity!" Hitch announces. "Salt, lime, and tequila! Get ready!"

"You can do the easier version," Marco says, and you glance at him, unaware that there was an easier or harder version. "Just salt on the neck, shot in a glass, and the lime in the mouth."

Ymir laughs. "Not out of the bellybutton?"

"Gross," Levi mutters. You nod along- no thanks. "So just a tequila shot?"

"Yeah, but you put the salt on your partner's neck, and they have the lime in their mouth," Jean says, taking a swig of his drink. "So you lick the salt, take the shot, then the lime."

Okay, not so bad. But you and Levi are both wearing sweaters- someone's got to strip. You turn to him. "You want to do this or do you want me to?" you murmur.

His eyebrows rise. "We're doing this?"

It's not that bad. Besides, the intimacy of it, how close you're going to have to be... fuck it, you want to do this. Levi's still staring at you, not quite sure of what's supposed to happen next, so you reach for the hem of your shirt. "If you want to do it," you say, starting to pull your sweater up, "I can-"

His hand closes over yours immediately. "Don't," Levi says. "I can, I've got something on underneath. You're fine with the shot?"

"Yeah," you say, even though you're sure this is going to put you in a tipsy state. You do not handle tequila well. "Yeah, that's fine."

You hop off of Levi so that he can pull his turtleneck over his head; he's got a black t-shirt on underneath. Enough of his neck is exposed that you think this'll work. Ymir wolf-whistles. "Talk about arms!" she hoots. "Damn!"

She's right- Levi's biceps are dangerously well defined. "That's why Angel never brought a boyfriend home," Hitch says with a laugh. "Because she was waiting for the perfect one!"

"You think that's impressive, you should see his abs," you say. There's a few cheers behind you, but you turn back to Levi quickly, whispering, "sorry."