Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

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

"It's fine," Levi says, and his gaze on you is making your skin crawl. He beckons you with his fingers and you close the distance, and when you're close enough, he murmurs, "you ever seen me shirtless?"

You bite the inside of your cheek as you shake your head slightly because no, you haven't. "I guessed," you say with a tiny grin. "I mean, your arms, and you work out, so..."

His smirk is infectious. "You guess right," Levi muses, hands reaching for your hips to pull you into him, and your grin widens.

"Tequila, lime, salt!" Sasha sings as she hands you everything you need. Levi takes the lime slice and you take the shot glass, then sprinkle the salt on Levi's collarbone- he's leaning back and his collarbones are well defined enough that it works well. 

Alright, alright, fine. This won't be that bad. This won't be that bad. This won't be...

You move so you're straddling Levi, sitting in his lap but facing him, and god, your chest is right at his eye level. But he's keeping his eyes on you, gaze occasionally flickering to the shot glass in your hand. He's got his hands on your hips, and for some stupid reason, you want him to grab your ass.

Your heart feels like it's beating at a million miles per hour. He's so close- you've never been this close to him before, had so much contact with him. You're terrified but excited at the same time. Is Levi as anxious about this as you are?

"Stop staring lovingly into each other's eyes and take the damn shot already!" Ymir hoots from behind you.

Heat floods your face. "Fine, fine," you say, glancing over your shoulder to glare at her before you turn back to Levi. "Ready?"

Levi nods. His eyes flicker from your eyes down to your lips and jump back up again so fast that you think you imagined it. "Yeah," he says, taking the slice of lime and setting it in his teeth.

Heart in your throat, you dip your head down, tongue sliding across Levi's collarbone as you grab as much salt as you can. You raise your head and bring the shot glass to your lips, knocking back the tequila as best you can, and before you get the chance to taste it, you bring your mouth to Levi's and grab the lime slice with your teeth.

Levi's grip on your hips tightens. You scrunch your eyes shut as the tequila makes its way down your throat, its brashness diminished by the salt and lime. You take the lime slice and set it on the side table. "I think that was a double," you accuse, glaring at Sasha, who raises her hands in surrender. You turn back to Levi. "You good?"

He's staring at you with something in his eyes that you've never seen before. Levi nods and his eyes drop to your lips again- but this time, long enough that you know you didn't make it up.

Fuck it. Without thinking, you tip your head towards him, and Levi's on the exact same page, because he closes the rest of the distance to kiss you. Hitch and Ymir both cheer behind you and you smile against Levi's mouth for a moment before you pull back. 

"There," Levi murmurs, so quietly you nearly miss it, and he pushes at your hip. "Let me get my shirt on."

"Yes, sir," you say jokingly as you hop off Levi's lap, handing the shot glass back to Sasha. "God, tequila's awful."

"Took it like a champ!" Jean says enthusiastically. "Look at you go."

"Careful, Miss Lightweight can't have much more," Ymir teases, arm curling around Historia's waist and pulling her closer. 

You scowl. "I'm fine," you say, even though she's totally right and you can already feel the tequila hitting you. "Historia's worse than me," you add, remembering last year's Christmas.