OH. MY. GOD.
I'm back! Hello again my beloved readers! I'm so damn excited to be posting this chapter. My little vacation took longer than expected, I was actually only on break from this story for a week or so, I started writing this chapter Christmas Day. Sure took me a while to get back into the groove. But I'm glad I took the time to relax and reread this chapter so many times before posting it, lol. I improved in my writing a little because of it.

Anywho, this chapter is pure fluff and sin and filler, and time skip. I had to incorporate a time skip because there is literally nothing but boring winter between here and the rest of this story. The time skip spans about 3 months, maybe a bit more. I will try to put more Levihan sin in future chapters, but I don't know if they'll fit in.

If they do, however, you can bet your ass I'll be adding the lemons! So don't worry too much. Have an overload of Levihan to make up for any lack of it in the future. On to the chapter! Enjoy!

She kept an eye on him. Since they left her room for breakfast Isabel had whisked her away, having her help with the chickens and moving the feed, preparing for stormy weather, along with other miscellaneous chores. Farlan had done the same to Levi, and they were practically side by side all day. She watched him when he was in sight, seeing how his brow furrowed and his eyes glossed over with distraction as he thought about this, about what he knew, and whether or not they would be telling the rest of his family.

She was watching him now, they were taking a break, and they were waiting for Farlan to fetch the snacks Armin had made for them, (Mikasa wasn't feeling well lately). He was sitting on one of the crossbeams of the barn, looking out the window with his chin propped on his hand, elbow propped on his knee. She could tell he was thinking, thinking long and hard. It was sexy, pretty damn sexy. But that was beside the point, she was a little worried because he hadn't spoken to her since they left her room.

Well, he hadn't spoken to anybody, really, especially since Isabel told him he apparently "-whinnied like a stallion." that morning. A comment that might have made her laugh if not for her desire to save Levi from further embarrassment.

Hanji hoisted herself up the ladder to the loft and walked across the crossbeam to sit by him and dangle her legs off the thick wood. "Hey." she nudged him lightly in greeting and smiled when he looked at her. He returned her smile, albeit halfheartedly, and nudged her back, returning his gaze to the snow-capped mountains on the opposite side of the lake. "Are you okay?"

He shrugged, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're very quiet."

He chuckled at that, "Since when am I talkative?" he asked as he turned to face her.

She nodded in acquiesce, "Point taken. But still, what are you thinking?"

"You know what I'm thinking."

She sighed and hung her head, "What are you thinking about what you're thinking?"

"Zoë-"

"Hanji." she corrected.

"Zoë." he growled, pulling her close with a hand around her waist, "I'm weighing the pros and cons of our options, and you are distracting me."

"I like distracting you." she grinned, accepting his fierce, ensuing kiss with a soft hum of delight.

"You guys going to fuck up there or something?"

They broke apart and Levi rolled his eyes as they both looked down at the ground level.

"I'd like to see that." Isabel added, plucking some smoked meat from the tin Farlan was holding, "It'd be like watching a circus act."

Hanji stood with Levi's help, and despite embarrassment he pulled her close afterwards, "I like it when you distract me too, you should do it again later." he whispered, and she felt her cheeks grow hot with the knowledge that Isabel and Farlan might be watching, "After we're done here." he said as he turned away and tugged her along with him.

"Spend the day in your room, right?" she smiled when he turned around and tugged her down so he could reach those few inches up to her forehead, which he kissed softly, his movements restrained and stiff.

"I'm about to leave my sister and Farlan to the rest of today's chores." he mumbled, beginning the climb down the ladder.

"You guys coming or what?"

It wasn't hard for them to excuse themselves from present company, anyone present could see that the two of them were bursting with sexual tension that was begging to be relieved. Though Isabel taunted them relentlessly as they scurried off, and instead of snogging they found themselves sitting down while they waited for the awkward atmosphere the redhead had created to diminish.

Hanji looked at him out of the corner of her eye, following his gaze to the door.

"I don't like that they'll hear us." he grumbled.

"I don't think it matters. Even if we were quiet they'd still know what was going on." she rationalized, kicking her boots off over the edge of the bed.

Levi just sighed, and she kept his gaze when he looked at her while she pulled her shirt over her head, "What?"

She didn't answer, she merely smirked and turned over, getting to her knees and kissing him, all the while she tugged his shirt up. And after a brief separation of lips, tugged it over his head. She followed suit with his pants, though he resisted when she gently pushed him back by his sternum. "Lay down." she instructed, standing briefly to remove her own pants.

He raised a brow at her tone, though his erection gave him away, and she pushed against his chest once more as she straddled him, settling her knees on either side of his waist. She didn't make a move to do anything other than trace a pattern on his skin with a fingertip. "Do you still care if they hear us?" she asked, following her question with an all-too-deliberate roll of her hips against his abdomen.

He grunted, gripping her hips tightly as she lifted herself up and reached down to take him in, easily, as she was already warm, moist, and waiting for him. She braced her weight against his stomach, hands pressing down nearly to the point where it could hurt as she sheathed him, letting out a soft, shuddering breath to accompany his husky moan.

She shuffled, becoming acquainted with this new position of power, and she smiled when she met his eye again. "Is that a no?"

"Just go." he said, his fingers digging into the skin of her legs. "Please." he added, and she nodded, breath quickening as she began her dance. He tossed his head back, gasping and wanting to watch her, but as of yet unable. So he resolved to listen to her pant, thrusting his hips up every time hers came back down.

"Levi, look at me." she faltered, giggling breathlessly as she prodded at his chin and urged him to look down. He did, and she continued almost immediately, as if she got off on knowing he was watching her movements.

She probably did, and he was probably right when he pegged her as a pervert during the first bath he gave her. But nevertheless, it was the same for him, and he watched with fascination and arousal as she rode him, taking in everything from the way her skin sheened with sweat to how her thighs flexed every time she lifted herself up. She soon centered her weight on one hand, burying her other between them and rubbing frantically where they had joined.

He felt her climax, watched her close her eyes and gasp, lips parted and her back bowing out while she thrummed around him. And as soon as her peak had passed, she was back to moving, determined to make him finish too. It didn't take much effort on either of their parts, as he was close as it was, and she gingerly moved to lay atop him when he spilled. Gasping for air and smiling as if she were the happiest person in the world.

He found after a moment or two that he didn't necessarily like staying still afterwards, so he rolled to top her, and she hugged him to her chest as he pulled out and made himself comfortable. "And you said we were staying here all day, right?" she asked.

He scoffed and rested his chin on her belly after shuffling down to lay his body between her legs. "Yes I did."

"Good." she sighed dreamily and swiped his hair to the side, fingers brushing against that spot on the back of his neck that made him shiver no matter how many times she had done it. She giggled, and he shook his head as he kissed the slight swell on the underside of her breast.

"But I didn't just want to spend time in here for sex, you know."

"No, I know." she nodded, "Sex is better, and I would prefer that, but I know we need to talk."

"Are you sated for now?"

"For now...and you?"

"For now." he repeated, burrowing his hands beneath her back as he lifted his head to look at her. "I don't think this should be one person's decision, we need to decide together."

"Me too." she agreed.

"In my opinion," he began, "We shouldn't tell them. It's a big risk that I don't think is worth taking."

She blinked, having been certain he would want the opposite, "But...I don't know if I can live with myself for lying to them." she said, furrowing her brow, "Have you already forgotten the reason you were upset today?"

"Am upset. But that's beside the point, we are withholding information, not lying, there's a big difference."

"There's no difference!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, there is." he said, voice quiet and a hand raised to calm her.

"Feels the same to me no matter how you try to sugarcoat it." she turned her head to the side with a dramatic sigh, and he frowned.

"Hey."

She bit her lip, but she didn't look at him.

"Zoë...hey." he pulled himself up to see her, and she closed her eyes, "I'm not trying to spare either of us pain, I'm thinking of my family, their safety. And besides, we might not even need to worry about this, Erwin said he wouldn't tell anyone." he said.

"He told you." she muttered.

"Yes, he did, but that's only because he knew I wouldn't tell anyone either. He trusts me is all." he said, and she nodded hesitantly, though her nose was turning red and so was the skin of her eyes. "You can cry, don't hide it." he murmured, and she opened teary eyes to look at him. "I know you get emotional."

"The worst part is that I agree with you." she said, and she let him wipe a tear away.

"Better to agree than disagree." he said.

"But I don't want to keep any secrets, it's the only flaw of my new life." she took a shuddering breath.

"Life can't be perfect, not even for people who start over." he shrugged, "It's a joint decision, but I want you to have the final say, Zoë. So what do you want to do?"

She looked at him for a moment, calculating, and possibly contemplating defying him. Her fingers traced his jaw absentmindedly, and she eventually sighed and shook her head, "You know, I don't think I'll ever win any arguments we have in the future." she scoffed, "You're too convincing."

"Arguments are for married couples."

"Who says we won't be?" she asked with a chuckle, though her humor fell flat, and his eyes widened considerably at the notion. It was generally not the place of a woman to suggest that to a man, she remembered, though that may not be the reason he was surprised. She cleared her throat, pressing her lips together in a flat line as she endured the silence she had incurred.

"We won't tell them."

He blinked, seeming a bit caught off guard by her sudden decision, but he nodded. "Okay, we won't then." he said, soothing her with a kiss, long, languid, and comforting.

"Can we go again?" she asked as he pulled back, and he shook his head as he chuckled.

"I think I made a mistake." he said jokingly as he sat up and back onto his knees, "I'm going to be stuck in this room forever with your appetite."

"Is that a yes?" she pulled her knees up to her chest, and he bit his lip as he looked down at her.

"Can we take a bath first?"

"Nope. We're staying in this room till the sun rises tomorrow." she said, "We can take a bath if you want." she added on in a soft murmur as she watched him stare at her. He didn't speak for a moment, eyes blank as if he had spaced out, and she tilted her head curiously, "Did you ever get a good look at it before?"

"What?" he looked up at her with an incredulous expression, "Yeah-I mean...I'm just thinking."

"Thinking what?" she asked.

He wasn't really staring at- well, okay he was staring at her womanhood, was even tempted to try out what Farlan had told him to do, but he needed her clean first. Just because Farlan said it wasn't dirty to do it didn't mean Levi shared his beliefs. He was only thinking that she had had her bleed only a week or so before and that his seed was likely to quicken if they continued on like they were doing. For all he knew it already had, and he wasn't quite sure how to feel about that.

"Nothing really." he said, "You're just...distracting." he would talk to her on that subject later, "And dirty, I'm getting a bath ready."

"We can't stay in here all day if we keep leaving for baths every time!" she exclaimed, "And you know we're just going to fuck in the tub, right?"

"Shut up, get some clothes on." he smirked, dodging a pillow thrown at his head.

"But we are!"

And they did. Afterward cleaning themselves and hiding out in his room again, lazing together and even napping at one point. A very warm, comfortable nap that Hanji regretted waking from.

She stirred and groaned, rolling over to bury her face in Levi's chest and throwing a leg over his waist to tug him closer. He jolted and she lifted her head to murmur an apology for waking him. "Sorry."

He shook his head and shrugged, "I didn't expect to fall asleep."

She snuggled against him, and he hugged her to his chest while he rolled onto his back. She giggled as she settled herself atop him, eye closed contently. "You know..." she mumbled.

"What?"

"I've told you about my past...what about yours? Your childhood?"

He propped his head up on his hand and raised a brow at her, "What is there to tell? Didn't Isabel already disclose that anyway?"

"Not all of it." Hanji said, tilting her head in indication for him to elaborate.

He sighed, letting his head drop and reaching a hand into her hair to play with it while he spoke, "There really isn't much to tell."

"Tell me anyway." she said with a smile.

He pursed his lips and stared at the ceiling, "I don't know where to start."

"How far back do you remember? Start from there." Hanji suggested.

He hummed, "Well, I was only two when Isabel was born, so I don't remember that."

"You grew up together." she said with a smile of endearment.

"So?"

"It just sounds nice, I always wanted siblings." she shrugged.

"Anyway," Levi continued with a roll of his eyes, "Earliest I remember is before my sixth birthday. My father took me hunting for the first time. I didn't hit anything but he still let me carry the pheasant home." he said with a chuckle. "Mother had just given birth to Mikasa a few months before that."

"Was she cute?"

He raised a brow at her, "A little."

"I wish I could have seen her." Hanji said, motioning for him to continue.

"Other than that, we had very simple lives. Father sold lumber for a living, and he made Isabel her first bow when she was five. I hardly remember mother doing anything besides take care of Mikasa and cook." he paused and thought for a moment, "Father also sang a lot. He was really bad at it, but he did it anyway."

"My mother used to sing." Hanji said.

Levi smiled briefly, "He also told Isabel a lot of stories, she liked hearing them and they put her to sleep. I learned to ride that year." his features turned somber, "When Mikasa turned a year old I took to carrying her with me in her sling while I did my chores. It took a load off of mother, and she was free to embroider like she used to. I'm glad I did, if I hadn't Mikasa would have died with our parents."

"What happened?" she asked in a murmur, "I mean...you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, it's fine." Levi sighed, "Father had been talking about them a lot, I never did catch the name of the group, but they had been rampant for months in that area. Eventually they came to our house, in broad daylight. I went with my instincts and grabbed Isabel, I had Mikasa with me already, I also grabbed my horse, and then we ran into the woods. It's what father said to do, and we didn't go back."

"So you didn't see them die?"

"I did." Levi said, "Before I left I saw it."

Hanji blinked and frowned, "Wow." she said, "I honestly hadn't expected you to have had such a small childhood."

"Like I said, there wasn't much to tell. We didn't have food so we had to stop at the first village we came to, we lived on the streets for nearly three months before I learned of the orphanage in the next province over. And that's where we went." Levi said, "I assume you know the rest?"

"Yeah." Hanji nodded.

"I never said it was a happy story." he said, observing her frown and the way her eyes shimmered.

"You could have warned me." she said with a mirthless smile, kissing his palm.

"You pressed me for the story, you have no one to blame but yourself." he said, rolling onto his side again and letting her fall off of his chest with a comical "Oof!"

She grumbled and snuggled back against him, "Have you ever wanted to find out who did it?"

"I already did, with Erwin's help." he said, "Can we stop talking about it now?"

"Sorry." she said, feeling a little awkward and guilty for bringing the subject up in the first place. She stayed silent and bit her lip, feeling the lingering tension in Levi's abdomen muscles with hesitant fingers.

He took a deep breath and kissed the crown of her head, "Don't be sorry." he said in a murmur, and she nodded.

"Okay."

"You said your mother used to sing?" he prompted.

"Yes, she did." she looked up at him curiously only to find him gazing right back with a soft expression upon his features, "Why?"

"Tell me more about her." Levi said, his tone implied that he was not demanding, and she was thankful for it.

Hanji hummed and rolled onto her back, noting that his toes were touching her ankles due to his height difference, and that made her lips quirk at the corner. She would never really get over that. "Um..." she sighed, thinking back on memories of her mother, "She was really pretty, not like me, I got my nose from my father." she touched said appendage, referring to the lengthy, sloped, yet feminine shape.

"Who ever said you aren't pretty?" Levi suddenly propped himself on his elbow and gave her a stern, icy glare that only served to make her giggle.

"I did, it's just a fact." Hanji said, giving the hand her used to trace her nose a withering look.

"I like your nose."

She grinned, "Thank you. Now don't interrupt." she kissed his finger once it reached her lips, "I got my hair from her too. Hers was brighter, more red, but it was just as thick as mine, unlike my father. His hair started to recede a little while before I left." she said that with a frown, "She liked riding, and she often had me use trousers instead of dresses and sidesaddles, like she did. It was our little secret. Since riding astride isn't ladylike."

Levi huffed, "I'll never understand nobility. Sidesaddle isn't practical."

"Never was meant to be, it's all for show when it comes to the customs of the noble." Hanji explained, "Silly customs that only serve to make us feel like we are superior to commoners. In reality the only difference between us and common folk is the gold in our pockets."

"That and unadulterated access to knowledge." Levi added.

Hanji pursed her lips, "That too. Though I read somewhere that Rome and Britain are slowly implementing these places called...mmm..." she trailed off, "It's an English word so I have trouble recalling the German word for it. But it's basically a large collection of books, free to the public.

"Library?" he provided.

"Yes! That's it. The scholars hate the idea in most cases." she chuckled.

"Naturally," Levi nodded, the hand he had left resting on her collarbone began to move again, "They'll lose money as a result."

"I suppose." Hanji shrugged, hyper-aware of his fingers trailing down her chest and stomach, "We went off topic." she breathed.

He hummed in acknowledgment, "Indeed we did. Why don't you continue." he said, and she raised a brow when he smirked at her.

"If you are planning anything inappropriate I would prefer not to speak of my mother during." she crossed her arms and gave him a stern glare.

Levi scoffed, though he nodded in acquiesce, "Best not talk about her at the moment, then." he said.

Hanji laughed, observing as he hoisted himself up on all fours and moved to sit between her legs. She parted said limbs to accommodate him, and glanced down curiously, "What impropriety are you planning?" she asked.

"Hush and let me demonstrate, woman." he said, leaning to kiss her sternum and trail his lips down her stomach, which tickled quite badly. She curled up into herself and laughed, nearly smacking her knee into his jaw, and he placed his hands on her knees to keep his face safe from injury. He gave her an irritated glance, while she shrugged as an excuse of her actions. "Try not to kick me." he said, kissing her knee and trailing his fingers down the inside of her thigh on the opposite leg.

"I won't make any promises." she said, "What are you trying to do anyway?"

He only responded by rolling his shoulders once or twice before laying on his stomach between her legs, hesitating only briefly before he began. She jolted and gasped, eyes wide and blinking in surprise when he laved at her, not having expected him to do anything remotely like that. She could barely catch her breath even when she tried, and her hands fisted in the sheets while he worked her, slowly and languidly, as if he enjoyed it. She wondered if he truly was. She knew she was surely enjoying. God, she was!

She gave a gasping moan, and she felt him smirk against her upon hearing it. The movement disrupted his ministrations, and she took advantage of the break to shuffle into a more comfortable position, her back bowing up when he continued, adding a finger or two to the mix. She stiffened further, struggling to writhe in pleasure under his firm, stilling hand.

He pulled away, peering over her body to see her face, and she groaned at the loss of his warm tongue, "Try not to wiggle so much." he said, and she huffed a laugh, her hips still rolling to meet his fingers as they pumped her.

"I'll do my best, just don't stop again." she breathed, her head lolling back when he returned to his diligent work. Work of which lasted another minute or so before she cried out, body quaking and bowing up as she climaxed. "Oh wow...shit." she gasped, muscles going limp.

He crawled up to eye level and wiped at his face, naturally, as he still didn't believe Farlan when he said it wasn't dirty.

"Where did you come up with that idea?" Hanji asked, cheeks aglow with a contented blush.

"Farlan told me to try it." Levi shrugged, leaning down to kiss her nose.

"Thank him for me then." Hanji chuckled, shaking her head, "Wow."

He seemed to blush, embarrassed for some reason.

"Can you do it again sometime?" she asked with a smirk.

Winter was kind of...well, boring. Especially if one lived in a cabin in the mountains, isolated from society. It wasn't necessarily boring from a lack of things to do, but from the monotony of it all. Every day seemed to start with the same dreary, grey horizon and a fresh layer of snow. She and Levi practiced in the barn because the snow was too deep to maneuver in. She ran out of books to read around the end of the year, and now coming into late January she was almost crazed from isolation.

She kept herself from going insane by learning every recipe Mikasa knew, crocheting for hours daily, and finishing each day by spending an hour or so with Levi before she fell asleep. They weren't always physical, sometimes they were too tired to do anything, and other times they simply talked, she relayed every detail of her childhood over the course of those months. She could easily say they both knew nearly everything about one another by now. Well, almost everything, there was always more to tell after all.

When it came to her companions, they seemed used to the winter, and they all had a much brighter attitude than she, minus Levi. Eren came and went rapidly during the first month, but he was eventually forced to stay due to the snow (much to Mikasa's delight, and Hanji's for that matter, he was a very fun person to be around). Isabel and Farlan were the same old, same old, except Isabel was always buzzing with excitement for some weird reason. Hanji suspected it was because of her relationship with Levi, it also could have been because of Mikasa's swelling stomach, of which was more than twice it's original size already.

Her days got more interesting when she realized Armin was always drawing, and she offered some advice. She enjoyed teaching him to draw, it was a wholesome use of her time. They'd spend a few hours every day on their stomachs, sketching on paper and debating over what they were drawing. It reminded her of her own mother, who used to do the same with her.

Hanji also moved into Levi's room, he was a bit put off by it at first, as he had never had to share a space before. But she kept her stuff clean, her clothes folded, and she made the bed every morning to keep him satisfied. Armin moved into her old room, leaving Eren and Mikasa to solely occupy his previously shared room. An arrangement that benefited everyone greatly.

Today was the first of February, and Hanji was already off to a lazy start, mainly due to the blizzard raging outside. It was incredibly cold, and she had no intentions of getting out of bed that morning. She was quite content to curl up against Levi under the two thick blankets and drift in and out of sleep until late afternoon. He never let her sleep that late, though, so she expected it when he sat up and let all the cold air into the warm cocoon she had been building around them all morning.

"Come on,Zoë."

He always called her that when they were alone, she usually loved it, but right now she was terribly sleepy and terribly grumpy. She groaned loudly in protest when he nudged her shoulder, and she rolled over to face the wall when he pulled the blankets completely away. "No." she mumbled, "It's too cold."

Levi simply rolled her over, she was unable to resist him, as he was still physically stronger than her. He pulled her by the feet until her legs were hanging off the bed, and then he pulled her arms until she was sitting up. She stared sleepily at him while he rummaged through her drawer in his dresser, pulling out a pair of pants and tossing them directly at her face. She sighed in defeat and stood, pulling her pants on and fixing him with a deadly glare the entire time.

"Why do we have to get up?" she asked, "There's nothing to do in a blizzard."

"Because I am hungry." Levi said, pulling a shirt on.

"It's cold." Hanji grumbled, following him out of the room and hugging herself.

"Then go sit by the fireplace." he pointed to the coals, still glowing from the fire the night before.

She grumbled again, stopping by the door to grab a couple chopped logs before she went and sat cross-legged by the fire and stuck them in, stoking it with the steel poker. She listened to him rummage around in the kitchen for about fifteen minutes, heard him light the stove and heard a pot or two clang before he was stirring for a time. All the while she was staring at the fire and waiting for him to finish some sort of breakfast before she fell asleep again.

She was soon presented with a bowl of hot porridge, a dish she had grown tired of far too long ago to complain anymore, and she smiled gratefully while he pushed her to the side to make room for himself by the fireplace. "Thanks." she said, spooning the oats into her mouth and sighing as her hunger was abated. He nodded and sighed, shuffling closer to the fire.

They ate in silence, and she finished before he did, placing her bowl to the side and stoking the fire again, of which was now blazing strongly again.

"What time is it?" she asked, glancing outside and frowning at being met with only white, the faint shape of snowflakes flying in the wind just barely visible.

"Don't know, can't tell without the sun." he said in a shrug, finishing his breakfast and leaning back on his hands.

Hanji nodded, rolling onto her back and closing her eyes, "Why did we get up again?" she mumbled.

"Because." he said, and she grinned when he shoved her lightly, "Stop complaining, you sleep more than I ever do."

She nodded, that was true. He had told her he suffered from insomnia, especially in his teen years. He still had issue falling asleep at night, and she had eventually prompted him into telling her that he always fell asleep hours after her, unless he was exhausted. That was why she avoided waking him in the night anymore, she wanted him to get all the rest he could. Sometimes she did it anyway, though, but only in extreme cases, such as if she was exceptionally hot and bothered after a dream or something of the like. He didn't seem to mind in that particular scenario, as long as she topped, that is.

"What are we going to do today?" she asked, already feeling like today was shaping out to be incredibly bleak and lazy.

"Likely nothing, there's really little we can do on a day like this." Levi said.

"How long will the blizzard last?" she asked.

"How should I know?" he scoffed, "Could be a day, maybe a week, depends."

"I'll go mad if it lasts a week." she groaned, covering her face with an arm.

"No you won't. I'll keep you busy." he said matter-of-factually, and she grinned at the implication.

"Oh? How so?" she asked, pulling her arm away and pinning him with a lecherous look.

He raised a brow and rolled his eyes, looking away and taking up the poker to stoke the flames again, "You know how so, don't be a brat."

"Will you keep me busy right now?" she prodded, hugging onto his arm and peeking up at him with a smile.

"No." he said.

"Why not?" she whined, hugging him tighter and nearly making him drop the poker.

"Because."

"Because why?" she smiled, rolling in place to plop her head in the middle of his lap.

"Because reasons." he said, the corner of his mouth upturned into a slight smile at her antics.

"That's not good enough." she shook her head dramatically.

His fingers suddenly wiggled against her rib cage and she squealed, wriggling to get away from him, but he pulled her right back and dug into her armpit with the opposite hand. She yelped and cackled with desperate laughter, soon enough wheezing and out of breath. He had a habit of tickling her if she got too playful, and she hated it...though she kind of liked it just the same.

"Okay STOP! Stop!" she cried, "I can't breathe!" she gasped when he finally ceased, and she closed her eyes in relief, going limp and panting. "Why did I get a tickler?" she asked, to nobody in particular.

A door opened upstairs, and they both got to their feet, Levi ushering her away and into the hall, "Get back in the room before we're stuck out there." he said, and she giggled, closing the door behind him and locking it before she leaped into bed, bouncing lightly against the mattress before she settled and closed her eyes with a sigh.

"I really want to go back to bed." she murmured.

"You aren't going to sleep any time soon." Levi scoffed, tugging his shirt over his head again.

Hanji peeked at him with one eye, still appreciative of his figure despite being privy to seeing it every day for months now. "Oh really? What did you have in mind?"

"Nothing risque." he said with a shrug, "We have to fold the clothes first."

"No we don't!" Hanji cackled, "What clothes?" she looked around pointedly, and he held up the shirt in his hands, only serving to make her cackled harder. "You had me worried for a minute." she stood and pulled her shirt off giddily, folding it with expert form developed over over half a year of living with this man.

"Good job." he said, moving her clothing to the dresser and then proceeding to push her onto the bed. She fell down with a giggle and accepted his ensuing kiss with a thoroughly contented hum.

'I don't think I've ever been this happy.' she thought to herself while her lover kissed his way down her neck.

And she was right, but now that she was truly the epitome of happiness, there was really only one direction to go.

A.N.
Well gee...that ended on a kinda foreboding note didn't it? I'm totally continuing this scene with next chapter lol, too frickin sexy in my head to skip out on.

Until next time...*ominous noises as she slinks back into the Levihan trash can*