Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

10. it doesn't count if it's 2am [nsfw]

You just want to lunge at him and kiss him, for Christ's sake. But you want him to come to you just as much. It's like both of you are struggling to contain yourselves, and it's a test to see who breaks first.

You're the first to break eye contact, and you head towards the dresser to rummage for a sweater. What can you say? What do you do? You're going to lose your mind.

Levi clears his throat. "We..."

You turn towards him. 

He's looking at you, but the second you make eye contact with him, he looks away. "We, what?" you ask him, blinking.

"We have time," Levi gets out.

He said it. Thank fuck, he said it so you don't have to. 

"For practice," he adds.

"For practice," you agree softly.

It's an excuse, and you think you both know it. Until you're able to admit it to each other, it'll do. 

Neither of you move for a moment, so you take a small step towards him. Levi's shoulders drop, and he extends a hand. A small smile creeps up onto your face as you take his hand and he pulls you gently towards him. "Reminds me of when we'd practice dancing," you murmur. "In your room."

Levi's lips twitch, and your heart flutters. "Yeah?"

His hand settles on your hip. Your smile widens as you set your hand on his bicep. "You were a good teacher for that, too."

"And again," he replies, and he takes a small step, "credit to the good student."

You follow his steps. You're dancing. "You literally told me to use my brain. And then you kept dipping me," you accuse.

He shrugs. "You learned fast."

There's a glint in his eye that you catch on to way too late. "Don't you dare," you start, but before you can tense up, Levi pushes you into a dip. You squeak in protest, but Levi's arm tightens around your waist and he yanks you back up. "For the love," you complain.

He's smirking. "See?" Levi murmurs, his tone gentle and teasing. "Fast learner."

"Asshole," you say affectionately, grinning at him.

"Yeah," he says, and he leans in.

You smile against his mouth as he kisses you, and his hand slides from your hip around to the small of your back to pull you closer. You slide your hand up his bicep until you've got your fingertips on his neck, sliding up into his hair- up into his undercut. 

He won't let go of your hand though, which you're fine with; it's weirdly sweet, holding hands like this. Your lips part and you can feel Levi's tongue press against yours, and god, it's a good thing Levi's got an arm around your waist, because you might just melt into the carpet.

Levi traps your bottom lip with his teeth and he pulls gently, and your grip tightens on his hand. He pulls you in closer and your hips press up against his. It's still not as hot and heavy as the hot tub, but it's still exciting you and bringing back the adrenaline that had worn off from earlier.

Suddenly, he breaks away. You gasp, unaware that you needed air, and your hand slides out of his hair as he takes a step back. Levi looks breathless, ears and lips red, and you're betting that you look pretty flushed too.

What's he thinking? You wish you could read minds so that you could figure it out.

Levi's mouth opens, then closes. You stay frozen where you are, hand still held loosely in his, his fingertips resting on your hip. "We've..." he pauses. "We've had a long day. We should just..."