***Levi***

I wanted this to be a nightmare. There was no way I could ever be this thoughtless and impulsive. But it wasn't. I'd taken Eren to my room and gone way farther with him than I should have. He slept beside me, tangled in the covers, and his tanned skin was dusted with red marks, illuminated further by the light spilling from the window. I was clothed. All I could do was sit and watch him. I couldn't bear to leave. He was beautiful and pure and all I ever did was taint that.

I hated myself for taking advantage of him. Did he even want this, or was he just attracted to me? He was a teenager after all, he had a lot of hormones. I didn't want him to just desire me; I wanted him to love me. I shoved him, not bothering to be gentle. "Wake up."

His beautiful eyes blinked open, blearily taking in his surroundings. When he made eye contact with me, he smiled. Like an angel. Like he loved me. Like I hadn't just horribly messed up our relationship.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice perfectly sleepy.

I couldn't look him in the eye. Emotions were welling in my chest, threatening to burn in my eyes. Anxiety, betrayal, anguish. I felt sick.

"Levi, what's wrong?" I heard Eren stir beside me. His hand touched my shoulder, warm and comforting. The tears welled in my eyes. I wiped them away angrily.

He pulled my chin towards him, forcing me to meet his eyes. They were wide with concern, his lips parted gently. "Why are you crying?"

I allowed myself to relax into his touch, turning to face him. He threw his arms around me instantly, pulling me tightly to his chest. His long, graceful fingers combed through my hair soothingly. "It's alright," he murmured to me as I cried, finally letting out every conflicting emotion I had.

"I can't do this to you. You're too special."

Eren pulled back an inch, caressing my jawline gently. "What do you mean? I don't regret anything."

How could he feel this way? He didn't remember anything. "I'm too selfish with you." I buried my face in his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of him. "You don't even know me. You could be meant for someone else in this life, and I just..."

"Shhh," he breathed, trailing his fingers down my neck. I shivered. "You're right. I don't know you that well, on the surface. I don't know your interests or where you came from or even the details of what you do for a living. But I know the way you look away when you blush, and the way that you tug on your ears when you're embarrassed. I know the way that you tap your fingers when you're concentrating, and the way that you try hard to please everyone, even though you won't admit it. You don't like messy things and you can't stand it when your hands get wet. When you're upset, you brood rather than cry, so sometimes you're perceived as heartless. You're quiet when you're thinking and when you're sad. You don't like noisy people. Even though you told me differently, I know you like realistic art. I know that you lose yourself when you dance, and that's when you're most relaxed and at peace with yourself. You obsess over tiny details; that's what makes you so good at dance and martial arts, and that's what makes you anxious and self conscious at times. You bite your lip when you're trying to control yourself. I know so many things about you, Levi. And I don't know how, or why. I don't care. I just know that I couldn't walk away from you if I tried."

He tilted my chin up, leaning back to look me in the eye. I could hardly breathe. "I want to fall in love with you again."

What did I ever do to deserve him? I hugged him as tightly as I could, showering his neck with kisses. "Let's do it the right way this time."

Eren sighed contently, leaning into my kisses. "You can't tease me, you know. I don't have that much self control."

I smirked, bumping my hips against his. "I can see that."

"Aah..." His cheeks bloomed with color. "You can't do that..."

Oh God. He was absolutely beautiful. And basically naked. I bit my lip, and it was Eren's turn to smirk. And then the bastard bit my neck. "Alright, alright," I grumbled, pushing him away. "We can at least kiss. If you brush your teeth first."

I hopped off of him, gesturing to the bathroom with a mockingly stern expression. He raised an eyebrow, flinging the sheets off of himself and walking to the bathroom. In only boxers. Before he stepped in, he turned and winked at me.

I stared at the wall, trying not to think about his broad shoulders or the way that he looked when his face was flushed. I couldn't think about his long, beautiful legs, or the way that his green eyes shone with desire, and especially not the way that he had effortlessly carried me through the house when I wrapped my legs around him. How did he have muscles anyways? Stupid Eren and his stupid toned body.

"I brushed my teeth. You owe me a kiss." He leaned against the doorframe, hair mussed and a tiny smile playing at his lips.

I gave him that kiss. And nearly broke the wall doing it.

***Eren***

I was falling effortlessly in love with Levi, and not just because of his beautiful body. I fell more and more with every little smile, teasing wink, soft kiss. He wasn't one to express his emotions to anybody, and I felt selfishly happy every time he relied on me.

I was starting to see the more playful sides of him; one day he came in for coffee and kissed me quickly without any warning, right on the lips, and then proceeded to order as if nothing happened. The moment he didn't have to speak anymore, he grinned, and then laughed at my stunned expression. His laugh was the most beautiful sound I'd heard in my life.

But nights like tonight were often my favorite, the nights spent in his apartment, sitting on his bed and staying up late talking.

"Would you rather skydive or scubadive?"

He pondered that for a few moments, fiddling with the bottom of his pajama pants. "Probably skydive. If I ever got lost in a cave or somehow ran out of air, I'd be terrified. Would you rather be a singer or a dancer?"

"A dancer of course." I kissed his neck affectionately, not missing his small shudder. "Wouldn't it be fun to dance together?"

"We can, if you want." He smiled gently. "I can teach you."

The thought of that was humiliating. "Levi, I'm not graceful at all, that would be horrible for me."

"Your hands are graceful." His eyes traveled from my face and down my arms, taking in each detail. "Your anatomy is very graceful in general."

He was always surprising me with comments like that. He seemed to notice the little things about me, just like I noticed him. It always made me feel warmer to know how much he cared. He showed it in subtle ways, but I never let them pass by me. I took his calloused, beautiful hand.

"Everything about you is graceful. Even the way you talk. You're just... classy."

Levi laughed a little at that, squeezing my hand. "Hanji always tells me that. I probably look cold to everyone around me. I wonder what they'd do if they found out I'm an OCD ballerina?"

"I don't think you look cold." I gave him a small smile. "And your OCD ballet is just part of your charm."

He gazed at me, a strange expression on his face, like he was solving a puzzle. "What do I look like to you, if not cold?"

"Sexy." I winked, and he attacked me playfully, pinning me to the bed.

"I'm being serious, you brat." He kissed my neck, then my collarbones, then back up to my jaw with mock aggressiveness. I could feel his smile against my skin.

I stole a kiss from him before sobering up. "The first time I saw you, you looked lost. And the few times after, before you loosened up around me... You look like you're observing. Not in a cold, calculated way, but in the way that you're relaxed and you're honestly looking at everything around you."

"No one ever sees me like that," Levi whispered. His expression was so admiring and so pained in that moment that I knew. He'd never been accepted or understood. The world had been black and white to him, and so he accepted that and worked with it, but it wasn't enough. He was lonely, but he never complained about it.

I pulled his face to mine, kissing him softly, and he responded fiercely. We were both out of breath when I broke away to lean his forehead against mine. "You're so much more than cold."

"You're so much more than graceful," Levi murmured, stroking my jawline absently. "Do you know how highly I think of you?"

Levi thought highly of me? "No, I don't."

He kissed me once more before rolling off me, only to nuzzle my chest. "I don't cry in front of people. I don't show people my dancing, or initiate physical contact with them, or smile around them, or tease them, and I most certainly have never let anyone cuddle me. But you continue to break down every wall. You inspire me in every way. I'm often disappointed in people, but you haven't disappointed me once. There's more than that, but I'm still working on expressing myself." And then he yawned, like what he'd said wasn't even remotely important. "Let's go to bed."

"I'll work my hardest not to disappoint you." I held him to me tightly, kissing his beautiful neck and shoulders. "Thank you for showing yourself to me."

I could feel him smiling against my chest. "Like I had a choice. You're very demanding when you want something, you know. You actually lost control once and pushed me against a wall. That was our first kiss, back then."

It was the first time he'd talked about our past life. "Tell me more. What was it like? What jobs did we have?"

He laughed at that. "Jobs, huh? I'll tell you all about that another day. Get some sleep, it's almost midnight."

"Alright..." I sighed, stretching to turn the lamp off. He traced my hipbone as I did, giving me butterflies. The moonlight shone softly in through the window, gracing his alabaster skin.

"Goodnight, Eren." I loved my name on his lips.

"Goodnight, Levi."

That night I dreamt of terrible monsters and a pair of beautiful silver eyes.