***Levi***

I woke up to Eren's sleeping face. His eyelashes were even longer up close, contrasting beautifully against his tanned skin, wisps of hair tangled in them. His full lips were opened slightly, and I had to avert my eyes before I did something that I'd regret. He needed to get up, now.

"Eren," I whispered. He didn't move a muscle. Great. He was still a heavy sleeper. Memories hit me all at once, me waking him up with kisses, him smiling sleepily and pulling me closer to him, literally tugging him out of bed. Sometimes he faked it just so I'd hold him, and then he'd attack me with kisses when I least expected it. I could never get angry with him.

I sat up and nudged him some more. His lashes fluttered slightly. Once more, this time not so gently. His eyes flashed open, a low groan escaping his lips. He glared at me, struggling to sit up. His bed head was adorably awful. "What are you doing?"

It was like I'd drank a shot of pure happiness. I'd found the best part of my life again, and he looked ridiculously cute even with a bedhead, dark circles, and a grumpy pout on his lips. I beamed at him.

His eyes widened in shock. I'd never actually smiled for him before, but right now, I could laugh. It had been a while since I'd smiled like this, and I hadn't felt the need to laugh in a very, very long time. "Good morning."

He blushed brightly, ruffling his already messy hair. "I like it when you smile."

That surprised me. From my memories, and even now, he seemed reserved with compliments. How did I even respond to that? "Your smiles are cuter."

We gazed at each other for a tiny moment, both of us surprised and blushing slightly. Since when did I blush? I cleared my throat, trying to break the silence. "Do you want to get coffee sometime this week?"

"I'd love that." His eyes sparkled, that smile flickering with mischief. "But I'd love it more if you'd dance for me."

Dancing? What if he thought I was horrible? What if I messed up in the middle of a routine? "I'm out of practice, kid."

Eren shook his head simply. "No you're not. I mean you're always dancing, even when you're just walking around."

Did that mean that he noticed me like I noticed him? I knew that he was an artist in every definition. His thin wrists and graceful hands, subtle gestures, the way that he closed his eyes when his favorite song played on the radio. The way his fingers traced his jawline delicately when he was in deep thought. I wondered what it would be like to touch him again, to see if his skin was as soft as it looked...

"Okay." I said it abruptly, without thinking about it at all. "I'll practice this week alright? It has to be perfect, so give me at least until Friday."

He frowned me, touching my shoulder gently. "I'm going to think that it's beautiful no matter what, Levi."

My eyes widened as I met his gaze. He was touching me and he'd said my name for the first time and oh my God I was already starting to snap. This wasn't good. Change the topic before you kiss him. He was staring at me with his big green eyes, his lips parting ever so slightly as his gaze fell to mine. He definitely, definitely wanted it just as badly as I did and there was no way I could give it to him.

Clearing my throat, I asked, "You're an art student, right? Don't you have a lot of homework?"

He pulled away, looking like a wilted flower. Eren, I can't do this to you. I can't take advantage of you so quickly. You're too important.

I reached over, ruffling his hair. It was just as silky as I remembered. "Hey, look at me," I murmured. He did, blinking expectantly, disappointment still clear in his eyes. "You're working tomorrow, right? Let's see each other."

Those soft lips that I loved so much curved up at the corners. I sighed in relief, and then pulled him into me impulsively. He froze for a fraction of a second before holding me tightly, burying his face in my shoulder.

"Thank you," he murmured. "You didn't have to be this nice to me. You could have called me a freak when I told you that you felt strangely familiar. But you didn't. You've been so nice to me. Thank you."

I pulled back slightly to kiss his forehead. I saw his blush before he nuzzled my chest affectionately. "I can't be mean to you. I'm mean to everyone else, but never you."

I stroked his hair as I whispered more reassuring things, feeling his uneasiness. The way that one of his hands gripped my arm told me more than enough. It had to be confusing for him, to know and like a complete stranger. Maybe... I felt my heart flutter as I thought this... He was falling in love with me.

I could only hope that he might need me as much as I needed him.

**Eren**

I was starting to notice things about Levi. His broad shoulders. His defined collarbones. The muscles in his arms. The way he looked in a coat. The tightness of his shirts and jeans. His smirk. The way his gray eyes lit up when he smiled. The way his shoulders flexed when he took off his suit jacket...

My thoughts about him were starting to become less... Innocent at times. And that was amplified the moment that he stepped into the dance studio, wearing only a pair of tight black sweatpants.

And he was perfect. My heart skipped a beat as I eyed his toned chest and lean, muscled arms. He looked more intense than usual. No smiles today. The first thing he said was, "I'm nervous."

After a few quiet reassurances, I played the music, and he began.

And it was beautiful. His movements were precise and fluid, his flexibility consistently astonishing me. He twirled through the air like it was nothing, completely and utterly in tune with the music. His eyes closed at times, eyebrows furrowing. He looked so focused, so passionate about his dancing.

The piano resonating in my ears along with the sight of him dancing like the world was ending was enough to move me to tears. I sat there watching, eyes burning with tears, until the song ended.

He kept his eyes closed for a moment, and I watched his trembling hands. I stood, also slightly shaking, moving to him quietly. His eyes snapped open when I was halfway there, taking in the tears in my eyes and my earnest expression.

And he grinned, letting out a huge sigh of relief. "I thought I was going to mess up so badly. You made me-"

I took his hands, cutting him off. "That was beautiful, Levi. Your dancing is stunning. You're the most graceful dancer I've ever seen, your movements just seem to flow, and your expressions..." I shook my head in amazement, watching the surprise in his gray eyes. "You're breathtaking."

Levi blushed lightly, eyes widening. He refused to meet my gaze, tugging at his ear. "I haven't practiced in a while, I'll be better next time," he mumbled.

"Oh, learn how to take a compliment," I teased, nudging him playfully with my shoulder.

He fidgeted, scowling up at me. "How do normal people respond to being called breathtaking? I can't just say thanks, it actually meant something to me."

He broke away from me then, yanking his button down off of the radio and slipping it on. I watched his arms flex, and the way that he straightened his collar. Before buttoning it up, he paused, turning fluidly on his heel and gazing at me. "What are you looking at?"

Oh God he knows that I've been staring at him. Oh God Oh God Oh God. My face was turning beet red, I was absolutely sure. "Sorry, I just-"

Levi's mouth curved up into the tiniest smirk before he said, "No, I'm asking a legitimate question. Show me where you're looking."

How did he manage to sound so seductive without even trying? I took a few steps closer to him, drawn to the beautiful tone of his voice. His head tilted slightly as I stood right behind him.

"Your arms," I whispered, reaching forward and gently tracing his collarbones, his shoulders. My hands ghosted over his chest and came back to his neck, brushing against the soft skin gently, and he shivered. That's when all of my self control vanished. "Are you sensitive there?"

He tried to turn and glare, but couldn't quite manage when I pressed against him and kissed his neck, teasing the soft skin with my tongue before grazing it with my teeth.

Levi whirled around, grabbing my collar and yanking me against him forcefully. Our noses brushed. "Don't get cocky," he murmured, his eyes shining with lust. He kissed me hard on the mouth, shoving me against the wall with a low moan.

And then I was completely lost in sensation and desire.