Hello there! :D First of all, I'm so sorry about the late update, I just didn't seem to find the best way to write the chapter. This time, from Levi's POV. There's some light smut at the end, not smut itself, it's more like the beginning to it, since I wanted to write it from Eren's POV.
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I've been thinking of something I'll explain after the chapter, by the way. ^^
I felt as if we had been like this forever, but it had been less than three hours ago that he had fallen asleep, resting his head on my chest, his hair soft, his breath warm against my skin. Arms wrapped firmly, yet gently, around my body made me feel protected and, at the same time, made me want to protect him. A smile came to my face, recalling the struggle I had gone through to strip him off his loose clothes, hundreds of times more comfortable than my tight jeans but not comfortable enough to sleep in. A bigger struggle had been putting on him some of my heavenly soft and fluffy sleeping clothes which, thank God, were a couple of sizes too big for me. But, undoubtedly, the biggest struggle had been dealing with his overprotective step-sister on the phone barely half an hour earlier. I could've sworn that, had I tried hard enough, I would've been able to perfectly hear her screams without even using the phone. I had been able to successfully take on all those struggles and all I was left with was the heartwarming calm I felt with Eren. Being wrapped around his arms felt like home, but then again so did every other single detail about him, from his smile to every single one of the ever changing colours of his eyes. My fingers ran through his soft, messy hair, slowly and gently to make sure I didn't interrupt his sleep. Through the window came the last rays of sunlight, making the room have a dream-like look to it, just like a fantasy, just like the fairy tale I was living in. His chocolate locks looked smooth and shiny on the beautifully faint light that announced the end of the day and, better yet, the beginning of the night. I took in as much as the current moment as I could, already making a messy sketch of how he would look depicted by my pencil. His hair was almost as mesmerising as his eyes, since that special lighting made it shine with such a wide range of hues and tonalities that were, however, only different sides of the very same colour. I lost my fingers on his hair once again, only to get them away when a soft, low sound escaped his lips. He tightened his grip on me, still on his sleep. My lips found the way to his forehead and lingered there for ten, fifteen, twenty seconds. I could get used to this, to his arms around me, his head on my chest, his warm breath tingling me. I couldn't allow myself to give in to sleep just yet. I needed to learn every little detail of his sleeping face, the way his soft hair framed his relaxed expression. Long minutes passed until I decided to finally close my eyes. My cheek rested on the top of his head, feeling closer and closer to falling asleep every second that passed by.
Beams of sunlight came in through the window and hit my face. An involuntary groan left my mouth as I tried to bury my face deeper between Eren's shoulder and the pillow, but it was useless. The room was too warm for comfort. It seemed that day would be hot, unusually hot for one of the first days of may. My hand rested on Erej's stomach, his bare, well toned stomach. Apparently, he had waken up at some moment of the night and taken off his shirt, most likely because of the heat. I realised we really had moved around a lorlt along the night. Laying like that I could move easily without waking him up. With a sigh, I decided to open the window, maybe like that I would be able to get some more sleep. On the way to the window, my feet found an obstacle on the usually perfectly clean and tidy bedroom. I definitely had to put some order in it. In just a few minutes, everything was done. That's when I saw one of my old sketches. It was a page full of little Erens, around 20 I'd say, most of them with his camera. Thinking about it, I hadn't seen it on him for at least a couple of weeks. Probably he didn't want to take it around everywhere, but that option sounded plain ridiculous. It was most likely broken. I remembered the face he made when he was taking pictures, which was almost all the free time he had. I wondered how it would feel like to stop drawing, to keep my creativity caged for a long period of time. Only the thought of it was enough to make me cringe. I couldn't even imagine how he had to be feeling not being able to do what he loved the most, not being able to find a way out of the problems he could be going through, or simply to just shut off the world for just a few minutes. The feeling of being alone, just him and his camera, that peacefulness, that happiness, had to be really similar to the one I got when I took my pencils and just let my imagination fly. A thought came to my head. If I remembered well, I had bought a reflex camera, as well as a few professional looking, needless to say expensive, lenses. To be honest it had just been to blow my father's credit card, a little payback for making me stand his bitch while he was away on his fucking business trips. Coming to think about it, it had been a pretty useful consumerist outburst. The problem was I didn't remember where I had put it. I searched blindly for the big black box containing the camera and all of its features. I was starting to think I would have to search under the bed, taking the risk to wake my sleeping beauty, when I saw it on top of the shelf, laughing at me from its position. I knew stretching out my arms wouldn't be enough, but giving it a shot wouldn't kill me. The only thing damaged was my pride, since I barely got to touch the side of the box. After standing on my chair, and nearly falling over Eren, I had managed to put the box down, on my desk. I opened it to make sure everything was in its place, and smiled pleased when I checked it was. My train of thought started following a, somewhat annoying, path. Handing him a box without further explanation would be too impersonal, I wanted it to be more than a simple present, and more being something as expensive as that. The last thing I wanted was for him to believe I was trying to buy him, so I needed to find a way to make him understand all I wanted was seeing him practising his hobby, as I did every single day. That was the answer. The sketch I had found short before. Putting it in the box was the best I could think of, so I did it, but not before writing a three word line on a corner, right beside the date. I couldn't hold back the smile that crept up to my face. It was one of the first times I had drown him, barely a couple of weeks after meeting him. I barely had time to put the lid on the box when I heard my princess yawning. I turned around instantly, hiding the box with my body, and almost jumped on the bed. "Good morning..." His sleepy smile was too adorable to describe it. Before even saying a word, he leaned in to kiss me, a soft good morning kiss to which I responded instantly. "Slept well...?" "Better than I have in days..." My eyes traveled to one of the walls, where a clock showed it was around 10 in the morning, he had slept for over twelve hours straight. "I have something for you... Close your eyes..." Still too asleep to be as curious as usual, he did as I told him, frowning a little when I put the heavy box on his knees. He opened his eyes, a hint of curiosity making the wavy Caribbean orbs shine more intensely than they normally would. He removed the lid slowly, trying his best not to look confused or overwhelmed. When he saw the sheet of paper, his face lit up with his trademark smile, the one that made me forgot the rest of the world existed. He lifted it to reveal what made the box heavy. His eyes widened on a mix of emotions, mostly incredulity, happiness and, how not, confusion. "Levi... This... This is too much..." I sat beside him and wrapped my arm around him, not surprised by his reaction. "It's not... I didn't even remember I had it until I found those sketches, and I think it'll be better off in your hands than on the top of a shelf I can't even reach without a chair..." His eyes were still focused on the camera, but excitement had replaced confusion on his eyes as he studied every little detail of the device. He lifted it to reveal the lenses, and if he didn't look like a child on Christmas before, he definitely did while going through all of them. "Why did you get all of this...?" "I made daddy's wallet suffer on exchange for babysitting his little whore..." He giggled, showing a cheerful smile on his face. "I see... So all you wanted was lowering his bank account a little bit..." A playful smirk was all he needed as an answer, and, to my surprise, he decided to make it the first picture taken with his brand new camera. His face was captivating. I craved him, I needed to feel him all over me, claiming my whole body as his. I wanted to feel his hands everywhere on me, as well as his mouth. When he aimed the camera at me again, he couldn't help a gasp as he saw the lust in my eyes. Within the blink of an eye, be had placed everything back on the box, putting it down on the fluffy carpet right after. His eyes were shining differently, a shine I had never seen before. I identified it as pure desire, the perfect match for my lustful thoughts. That was all the invitation I needed.
The room was warm, candles lighting it up. The scene of roses floated in the air, wrapping us both. A soft song played in the background. His arms held me dearly, his lips trapping me on a sweet, almost inebriating kiss. He pushed me down on the bed without getting away, keeping his lips on mine and his arms all over my body. The intensity of the moment made the music sound louder on my ears, probably as a result of the effort I was putting on not rushing things. We had somehow managed to put out clothes away, but my foggy mind wouldn't tell me how or when unless I focused on it, which I obviously wouldn't do. We were both covered on sweat, mostly because of the warmth of the room. Closing the blinds had been a smart move, giving us privacy and, at the same time allowing to create a perfect dream-like scene, lit up solely by the scented candles. His hands studied every corner of my body slowly, as if not wanting to miss any detail. He pressed his lips to mine on a soft, chaste kiss as his hands kept on traveling all over my body, making my body shiver with the anticipation. I didn't want to move, or do anything that could break the fantasy we were living. I chose to get lost in the precious moment of intimacy with the boy of my dreams, not really caring about when he'd start touching other parts of my body, as long as he didn't get his hands away from my body and his lips away from mine. I couldn't have ever dreamed of a better moment than that one, it was everything I wanted and more, he was infinitely better than I deserved, infinitely more than what I thought I'd be able to get. He was nice and caring, he was handsome and his body was well toned, but on a natural way, making him have a slim frame. I definitely didn't want this moment to end, I wanted it to go on forever, but I also wanted him to go all the way, making me his on every way he could possibly manage to.
Well, that was it for today. I think you know how to expect the next chapter to begin. It'll be up as soon as I write it ^^
About the idea I talked about at the beginning, I was thinking that if you told me a ship and a headcanon I could write a short one-shot about it. It can be any ship from SNK (obviously), Kuroshitsuji, K, D. Gray-man, Durarara! or Free! If you're interested just tell me ship and headcanon on a review or a PM and I'll write it as fast as I can! ^^
Also, I got a tumblr account, I'll most likely post updates about how I'm going with this fanfic, and some others I'll start in the future, as well as random stuff or short scenes I can't fit anywhere. Well, if you want to follow me, it's delirious-doll.