Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

12. it doesn't count on new year's [nsfw]

"...I'm not really sure."

Levi doesn't reply. He's close to you- only a few inches away.

God, how do you fumble through this? "I don't really..." you trail off. "I don't really know how to do this. Talk about this."

He hums. "We don't have to talk."

A beat. Your lips twitch as you look at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Levi echoes. He looks back towards the television; there's twenty seconds left. "We should," he agrees, "but not tonight."

"Not tonight," you echo, smiling. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Levi repeats. His smirk is making your stomach do flips. "We've got time."

You've got time. You've got three nights- two full days here. Just you and Levi and a gorgeous hotel room. Nothing else to worry about. Not the family blowing up your phone, not school. Nothing. 

Nothing but him. Levi, who looks dreamy, eyes glowing near silver in the moonlight through the glass. "Count us down?" he suggests, glancing at the television.

Countdown time. "Ten," you murmur, fighting back a smile. "Nine. Eight. Seven."

"Six," Levi picks up, and his fingertips touch your hip. "Five."

"Four," you continue, nearly shaking with nervous energy as you settle your hand on his forearm. "Three. Two."

"One."

He leans in, right as the fireworks go off outside.

It's like something out of a movie. He kisses you and it's hard and it's deep and it's real, it's so damn real, and you scramble to get your arms around his shoulders and hold him to you. Peaceful bliss washes through you as you kiss Levi back, because this isn't like anything that the two of you fabricated during your time together- this is both of you giving in, this is both of you deciding fuck it, let's do this.

Your thoughts are only confirmed as he kisses you harder, tongue flitting at your lips. All of those fake kisses, those practice kisses come back to you- at Christmas, the piano, the mistletoe, and then the hot tub, and then...

But you've excused almost everything: keeping up appearances, or 'practice', which was already a shitty excuse to begin with. 

With this one, there's nothing. No reasoning needed for this other than that you both want to. You want Levi, you really do, and judging by the way his tongue is meeting yours, he wants you too.

His hand rises, fingers burying into your hair as your lips continue to move against his. It's filled with so much meaning, so much purpose, and it's making you dizzy, but you never want him to stop, never. God, you didn't realize how badly you wanted him until now, when you have him in front of you, and you realize that this is a feeling you never want to let go of.

Levi walks you backwards, one hand on your hip and the other at the back of your neck as he steers you away from the glass doors. You nearly trip over your own feet but Levi's got you firm in his arms, still kissing you like his life depends on it, and you're trying your damn best to kiss him back with equal fervor.

But Levi's not giving you a chance. He's devouring you, consuming you whole, making your stomach churn and your legs shake. His hands are sliding under your sweater, one palm flat against your abdomen and the other at your spine.

He pulls back, leaving you gasping for breath, and his lips seal onto the side of your jaw, then right behind your ear. "Fuck," you whisper, tilting your head to give him full access to your neck. "Oh my god."