Ivan was not sure what woke him up. Maybe it was the light pitter patter of the rain outside. Maybe it was a bad dream that he could not remember. Perhaps it was his wife's snoring.

Or maybe it was the sudden, loud commotion coming from right above his room.

From room 13.

With a muffled groan, he buried his head in his pillow, hoping to drown out the embarrassing noises.

Levi resisted the urge to groan in pain as he pulled himself up the stairs. But the sight of the last step before him did cause him to hurry up with the promise of a blissful reprieve. With one last grimace, he ascended the last step. It was tempting for him to lean up against the wall, but he refused to display such a weakness in front of anyone, even Hanji.

Thankfully, Hanji did not say anything at all. Instead, she seemed intent with feverently reading the notes she had stolen from the Storks Flight. After their brief encounter with Jaque's old buddies, there was no point in staying out in the rain any longer. That, and Levi had suggested that they head back. He did not bother to explain that his knee was acting up again, protesting at being put through so much work.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw their room. Another flare of pain exploded from his knee as he entered the room. Hanji made a beeline for the small table, setting down the papers and pulling up the chair and sitting down. Levi shrugged off his coat and folded it on the small table.

"I'm going to shower," Levi said. Hanji barely nodded in his direction, pouring over the notes relentlessly. He frowned, wondering why those simple lists were so important to her. But he barely gave it a second thought as he grabbed his night clothes and strode into the bathroom.

He was pleased to see that there was a shower. The bathroom was spacious with a small stand for him to set his clothes down without spoiling them. He quickly changed out of his wet and dirty clothes before stepping into the shower. He never allowed himself to enjoy his showers, and this trip was no exception. He was in and out in three minutes, already drying himself.

Fully dried and dressed, Levi entered the bedroom once more. Unsurprisingly, Hanji was still looking over the notes. Walking over, he glanced over her shoulder to see what she was so interested in. He frowned when he noticed that it was in fact, not the notes from the inn, but Hanji's own personal notes on the Titans.

Figures.

He huffed. "All right," Levi said, nudging her shoulder. "Go get a shower. You stink."

Hanji grunted, not even looking up from her obsessive reading. "In a minute."

Levi snatched the papers away from her. "No. Go get cleaned up right now." At her indignant protests, he glared at her. "Do you need me to drag you towards the bathroom and forcefully bath you?"

Hanji smirked, unfazed. "Not like you haven't done it before-Hey!" she yelped as he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. "Levi!" she exclaimed, gripping the back of his shirt to stabilize herself.

"Tch," he grumbled as he strode towards the bath. "My shirt is clean. Don't dirty it up with your filthy hands. And no pinching."

"I can bath myself," she grumbled. She failed her feet about, causing Levi to pause for just a moment. "No need for word to get back to the commander about this intimacy," she huffed.

Levi smirked as he set her down on her feet. With another huff, Hanji cast a forlorn look at her notes before scurrying into the bathroom. Levi cast a look around the bedroom before snatching up the notes on the desk. He strode over to the mattress before carefully laying them underneath the matressing. Straightening up, he nodded, satisfied.

Levi was in the process of creating a wall of pillows. He surveyed the bed with a satisfied nod, fluffing up his side of the bed. He made sure that there was an equal amount of space in each side for both him and Hanji. He would have preferred to sleep in a chair, but there was conveniently no such chair, and he was not going to sleep on the floor. Who knows what's on it!

It was not that he and Hanji had never slept together. There were a few times when they needed to bunk down for the freezing nights. But their sleeping bags had been a barrier of itself between them. Not to mention there was presence of the other soldiers and the watchful eyes of their commander.

Levi was just checking over the supplies Erwin had sent with them when the bathroom door burst open to reveal Hanji in her grey shirt and sleeping shorts. She ran past him, eager to look over her Titan notes once more. However, Levi leaped in front of her, halting the scientist in her tracks.

Hanji's eyes widened at his intervention. "I bathed!" she exclaimed, miffed.

"That remains to be seen," Levi started, frowning as he observed her. "Did you dip your toe in the water and declare yourself clean?"

Hanji huffed, flipping her wet hair. "No. It's called a three minute military shower. You do it all the time!" She sidestepped him and went back to the table, only to let out a horrified gasp. "Levi!" she all but shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Where are my notes?"

Levi did not even bother to try and look innocent. "You will burn the midnight oil with your obsession," he said, reaching for a towel. "We need to rest so as to be at our best for tomorrow at the festival."

"Please tell me you didn't burn them!" she pleaded, almost flying at him with her quick speed. Her wide eyes stared at him, hopeful and almost tearful. "You kept them safe, right?"

Levi scoffed. "Of course I did. I just won't tell you where I hid them." He unrolled the towel. "Now stand still."

The wariness was back in her expression. She took a step back, staring him down defensively. "What are you doing?"

"Your wet hair will ruin the bed," Levi said. "Now don't struggle." With that, Levi pounced on her. Hanji shrieked when Levi landed on top of her, pinning her to the ground. With the towel, he swaddled her hair, drying at the wet strands.

"Levi!" Hanji gasped as she struggled beneath the towel. "I...can't...I cant breath!"

"Just a few more seconds," Levi said as he adjusted the towel. He kept his legs pinned at her sides, keeping her in place. The breath was suddenly knocked out of him when Hanji kneed him in the gut. With that single movement, Hanji wrapped her legs around his waist and sent him to the ground. Levi grunted when he found Hanji sitting on his back. Though he could not see it, he was sure she had a triumphant smirk on her face. She whacked the towel, and he could hear the glee in her voice as she addressed him.

Ivan buried his head further into the pillows when he heard the voices from above. "My turn, darling," the woman cooed.

"We'll see about that," came the dark voice. There was shuffling, and Ivan could hear the woman's startled yelp.

"Gah! Levi! I'm ticklish there! You promised not to do thaaaat! Gah! Curse you short midget!" The rest of her sentence was cut off with breathless laughter, and Ivan groaned once more as he tried to catch some sleep.

With their hair dried and the candle light low, they finally managed to go to sleep. The wrestling between them had barely lasted five minutes. Levi had eventually won and successfully dried Hanji's hair. With one last whine from Hanji about her missing Titan notes, they finally settled into bed.

"Levi," Hanji said softly as she tossed and turned in the bed. Though there was a wall of pillows between them, Hanji was able to see Levi's head turn slightly towards her. "I have one question for you-"

"No."

Hanji blinked. "But you didn't even hear what I was going to say!"

"'Where are my Titan notes'?" Levi quoted. "I am not telling you such valuable information. Now go to sleep." With that, Levi blew out the last candle, plunging the room into darkness. "No cuddling from you either," Levi grunted as he rested his head on the pillow.

Contrary to what Levi said, there was indeed cuddling. And it was not Hanji who initiated it.

Hanji did not know how late it was, but she could tell that it was indeed late when she was disturbed from her sleep. Her eyes flew open as she felt something wrap around her waist and pull her close. Gathering her bearings, Hanji was just able to make out Levi's peaceful face as he buried his head on her shoulder.

Hanji huffed. "Very funny Levi. No cuddling." She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, to no avail. True to his title, Levi was certainly Humanity's Strongest. What happened to the wall of pillows that Levi had set up between them? Did he burrow through them?

One glance at the ruined pillows showed that, yes, yes he did.

Hanji growled as she tried to scoot away. However, that only served for Levi to tighten his grip around Hanji's waist. A soft sigh escaped his mouth, and his head shifted to rest on the crook of her neck.

"This is ridiculous," Hanji grumbled. However, she glanced back down at Levi who was sleeping peacefully, holding her close like an oversized teddy bear. With one final sigh, Hanji rested her head down on the pillow, trying to give Levi as much space as she was allowed.

"I'm going to kill you."

Hanji's eyes flew open at that breathy threat. She stared at Levi as he mumbled in his sleep. His hold around her tightened as he continued to grumble in his sleep.

Perfect. So he was a sleep talker as well. Why not? She could only imagine what Levi was dreaming about now. She just hoped he didn't strangle her in his sleep.

It took Hanji only a short time to realize that Levi was a blanket hog. How someone could be a cuddler and a blanket hog was beyond her. But Hanji was not amused. She knew wearing her shorts had been a bad idea. Now her legs were freezing, an the t-shirt she wore was not helping matters.

Levi, on the other hand, looked snug as a bug.

Cocooned in the blankets while still keeping a firm hold on Hanji, Levi slept on.

Well, good for him! Meanwhile, she was freezing her tushie off as someone stole her side of the bed, and all her pillows!

She hoped Levi would mourn for her when he woke up to find her as a frozen stick.

Hanji scooted over once more, sliding out of the bed and stomping over to the small nightstand. Fumbling for her glasses, she slipped them onto her face. Making her way towards the closet, she strode in that direction in the hopes that there would be an extra blanket for her.

Opening the closet, she simply glared into the empty space, as if cursing the small closet for her misfortune. This was an inn! Weren't they supposed to be stocked with supplies for their customers? Grumbling, she stalked back to the bed with the intent of shoving Levi aside and wrestling with him for the blankets.

She stopped at the foot of the bed, blinking as she took in the sight of Levi sprawled all over the bed. There was not a single space for her to slip into. The captain's chest rose and fell as he slumbered on, unaware of his glowering partner.

Hanji gripped the blankets, giving one, mighty tug. "Move!"

The loud thud and cursing drew Ivan's tired expression upwards. With one last, embarrassed whimper, he buried himself underneath his blankets. "Don't these people ever stop?"

"You did not have to wake me in such a rough manner!" Levi grumbled. "And stay on your side of the bed!"

"Take your own advice," Hanji grumbled as she settled down. In reality, she hadn't figured that Levi would tumble out of the bed when she had attacked him for the blankets. But at least she got the blanket back! Laying down, she stuck her cold foot through the pillow wall and up Levi's pant leg. Levi yelped before turning sharply to glare at her. Hanji smirked, only for a pillow to smack in her face.

"It's on Shorty!" she cackled, grabbing a pillow and aiming it at Levi. He ducked out of the way before hurling another pillow at Hanji. Momentarily blinded from the fluffy fabric, Hanji did not see Levi until he tackle dher to the ground and off of the bed. Breathless and nearly laughing, Hanji grinned up at Levi. Though he was not smiling, his mouth was twitching with amusement.

"Did you have to land on me?" she groaned.

"It's a soft landing," he said simply. Now, he smirked. "I think we are disturbing our hosts."

She frowned up at him. "Why?" When he gestured to the floor, Hanji turned her head so that her ear was pressed up against the floor. Her eyes widened briefly. She had not realized how thin the flooring was until now: She could faintly hear the innkeeper grumbling in annoyance.

Hanji flashed a smirk at Levi. "Oops," she said simply.

Levi huffed in mild amusement before rising up. "Maybe we should catch some sleep so that our dear innkeeper can get some rest himself."

That had sounded like a good plan, and Hanji forgot for a brief moment about the cuddling experience. She let out a sigh of content as she rested her head on the fluffed up pillows. But strangely yet, she did not feel tired. Her aderlien was pumping while her mind raced. She glanced over at the new wall of pillows Levi had placed between them. They were squeezed together, unlike the last one that Levi had burrowed through. Now Hanji was satisfied with the fluffy fortress.

She must have dozed off eventually, because she was unaware of the movement at her side until she felt the mattress dip. Something slid around her waist, and Hanji cracked open one eye to silently glare at Levi who was now cuddled up right next to her side. With a grumble, Hanji stuck her cold foot up into Levi's ankle. This earned her a sleepy kick into her side. Hanji yelped, finally turning over to glare at Levi's sleeping face.

She raised a hand, ready to shake him awake, when she caught sight of a single tear trailing down Levi's cheek.

Hanji blinked, unsure of what she was seeing. Was Levi...crying?

With a sigh, Hanji rested her hand on Levi's head, gently stroking his head. She did not know what was afflicting Levi, but she knew that the Survey Corps had more than their fair share of nightmares and demons. She was no exception, and neither was Humanity's Strongest.

"You little softie," she muttered, resting her chin on his head as she closed her eyes.

Her thoughts of compassion were soon shattered when the morning came.

"What the heck Four-Eyes?"

Hanji blearly blinked her eyes open. "Wha-?" she asked tiredly, yawning. "What?" she asked now, her blurry gaze coming into focus. Levi's tired glare met her own gaze stared back at her.

Her first thoughts were one of many questions. Why was Levi sleeping with her? Why was he glaring at her? And what was that glorious breakfast smell coming from downstairs?

Levi slipped out of the bed, still glaring at her. "I said no cuddling."

Hanji yawned once more, stretching before turning over on her side. "Speak for yourself. You cuddled with me!"

Levi snorted. "As if. And did you just drool all over my pillow?"

Hanji blinked in confusion before she sat upright in the bed. "No! You cried all over your own pillow! And I don't drool!" The very thought was offensive to her!

"So I guess that explains your fingers tangled in my hair as well?" Levi countered back. He was already unbuttoning his sleep shirt, slipping it off and folding it.

"As a matter of fact," Hanji scowled. "Yes. I was 'comforting' you while you were sticking your cold foot into my side!" She scrambled out of the bed and strode towards him, hands on her hips. He placed his neatly folded shirt on the trunk before turning to face her, folding his arms over his bare chest. "I don't see why you're such a grouch about it!" she exclaimed, poking him.

"I'm not a cuddler," Levi stated. He turned away from her as he opened up their trunk of clothes.

She snorted. "Uh huh," she said. "Well, last night proved otherwise." She spun on her heel, making her way towards the bathroom. "By the way," she called over her shoulder. "Who were you trying to kill last night?"

Levi blinked. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, staring at her as if she wasn't already abnormal enough.

Hanji waved a dismissive hand as she vanished into the bathroom. "Oh, nothing. Never mind."

Levi could only stare in confusion. He chalked it up to one of the weird antics of Four-Eyes. That being said, it was not worth dwelling on.

He selected a simple shirt and pants. He smirked in mild amusement as he took in the tailored outfits that Erwin had made for him. It was certainly his style; simple and easily fitted.

He gathered his clothes right when the bathroom door opened to reveal a drowsy Hanji. It seemed that after she was done taking care of her personal business, she was ready to crash. She stumbled towards the bed before collapsing in it. She rolled over, pulling the blankets close.

"Get dressed," Levi said simply as he made his way towards the bathroom. "We'll be leaving soon for the festival."

"But Levi!" Hanji whined, rolling around in the bed. "It's our honeymoon! We're supposed to sleep in!"

"And there are plenty of sights to see on this honeymoon," he stopped and glanced over his shoulder. "My dear wife." With that, he closed the bathroom door. He briefly wondered if he was going to emerge later and witness Hanji in the same position on the bed. He would not be surprised.

He was proven wrong when Hanji was sorting through the dresses in the trunk that Erwin had ordered for her. Scowling, she glared at the assortment of outfits before her. "Is this all he packed for me?" she demanded.

"The commander does have an interesting sense of style," Levi stated as he began making the bed.

Hanji's scowl deepened as she held up the pink dress. "This is not my color! And how am I going to fit my waist into this? It's so tiny!"

"With a corset," Levi answered simply as he fluffed up the pillows. He delicately placed them back on the bed, straightening out any wrinkles that could be found under his critical eye.

Hanji's eyes widened as the horror set in. "A what?" At Levi's glance, she dropped the dress as if it had burned her. "No," she declared. "I'll wear something else!"

"All the dresses require corsets," Levi answered. "Commander Erwin made sure of it."

"Then I'll wear pants!" she said, stuffing her head into the trunk as she rummaged around in the hopes of finding something suitable.

"The only pants you have are the dirty ones you arrived in," Levi said.

"Then I'll wear those!" Hanji said, straightening up. It seemed that no matter what, she was determined not to wear the dresses with the corset.

"They are muddy and wet," Levi interjected. He smirked. "And I sent them down to the wash. This inn does have an amazing wash racks."

Hanji's eyes further widened in horror. "You did what?!" she shrieked. She launched at him desperately. "Levi! How could you throw away my only hope of escape? Have you ever even worn a corset?"

"Have you?" he argued back.

"Nope," came her answer. "But I've heard stories! Horrible stories! And it's filled me with nightmares that will haunt me to my grave!" She pulled back thoughtfully. "You know what? I'll wear your clothes."

"What?"

"Yeah, husbands and wives do it all the time, right?" She paused at the look he sent her. Deflating slightly at her foiled plan, she sighed as she sank to the ground. "You're right, I won't be able to fit into your petite clothes anyway. I'll need to wear a corset with your tiny shirts."

"Stop exaggerating and get dressed," Levi grumbled, slightly miffed at the jab. "It's not that bad."

Hanji huffed. "Fine," she said forlornly, crawling back to the trunk. "I just want to warn you that women have died wearing corsets before."

"No, they have not," Levi said. "But knowing you and your antics, you'll be the first."

Hanji was grumbling under her breath about the commander and his fashion taste, along with terrible captains who made even worse husbands. Throughout all of that, she continued to glare at Levi until she disappeared in the bathroom. Levi continued inspecting the bed, fixing the sheets and straightening up the space. He could hear Hanji rummaging around in the bathroom before she emerged.

The first thing that Levi saw was that the dress was indeed pink. The skirts were suitable for a noble lady's stroll in the city. It was very form fitting with quarter sleeves and a simple bodice. However, none of that would have been noticed, as it became pretty clear what Hanji was wearing underneath. She seemed oblivious to the fact that her bra was clearly seen on her chest.

Levi blinked. "Is that a sports-bra?" he asked. Even as he asked, he could tell immediately that it indeed was a sports-bra. The black fabric was covering up most of everything, and the dress clashed with the undergarment and made it look like Hanji had jumped into the closet and jumped back out with whatever had stuck to her.

Hanji glanced down at her chest. "Yeah. Why?"

"You are not wearing that!" Levi exclaimed. "You look ridiculous!"

"Well, it's the only bra I have!" Hanji retorted.

"Good thing Erwin had the foresight to send you with other necessities," Levi said, pulling out a bag from the trunk and tossing it to Hanji. She blinked as she opened the bag and took in its contents. Her eyes widened as she stared back at Levi. She raised an eyebrow. "How does he know my size?"

Levi shrugged. "He knows everything. Now put it on."

Hanji dropped the bag, folding her arms. "No. Those bras are uncomfortable."

"And with that bra," Levi interjected, gesturing towards her. "It is displayed for all to see. I refuse to be seen in public with you in such a state." He advanced towards her, picking the bag up and pulling out one of the bras. Holding it by the strap, he held it out to her. "Put it on."

Hanji's eyes narrowed. "Make me," she challenged.

Levi's eyes also narrowed. It was then that Hanji realized her mistake. Levi never accepted a challenge unless he was certain he would win. But, hey, Hanji never backpedaled from her mistakes. Her smirk grew at Levi's answer.

"Challenge accepted," Levi answered.

She just never expected Levi to pull the rug up from under her feet, sending her to the ground. She was up and rolling in seconds, but her legs got tangled up in her stupid dress that the commander had made especially for her. It was that very thought that caused Hanji to scream his name in rage.

"Erwin!" she yelled in rage as Levi towered over her.

"The commander is not here to hear your pleas," Levi answered. "Now don't make me straddle you again. It's getting old."

"Then you have a problem," Hanji growled. She brought up her knees, trying to knee him in the gut once more. But Levi had grown to expect that move and calmly placed his boot on her stomach.

"Are you going to act like the grown woman you seem to be and put this on yourself?" he demanded, holding the bra in front of her. "Or are you going to be a child and force me to drag you to the bathroom?"

Hanji's narrowed glare was answer enough. Levi sighed before grabbing her arms and dragging her away. "No! Levi!" Hanji shouted, struggling. "You don't understand! I don't want to! First it's the bra, then it'll be the corset!"

"It's for your own good!" Levi growled, struggling to drag her away.

"What good?" she demanded. She gripped the side of the bathroom door, trying in vain to stop moving forward towards her imminent doom. "This is spousal abuse!"

"You will be flashing your underwear for everyone to see!" Levi shouted back. "It's indecent and will reflect badly on your husband, which happens to be me!"

"So what?" she shouted. She yelped when Levi threw her back into the bathroom. Hanji sat up to glare at him, only for Levi to flign the bra in her face. The door slammed shut with Levi leaning against it to prevent her from getting out. He wouldn't put it past her for her to try and break down the door.

"If you concede," he said. "I'll give you your Titan notes."

Hanji fell silent for a moment. "With a new pen?" she asked hopefully.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, with a new pen."

"Okay!" came the happy response. Levi sighed and rested his head against the door. He could hear Hanji shuffling around as she struggled out of the dress. He could hear her frustrated grunts, and he could only wonder at what she was struggling with now. Deciding that Hanji was not going to try and escape, Levi strode towards the bed and withdrew her notes. He placed them down on the table before reaching into his black coat pocket and withdrawing a pen. There, it was new.

"Hey, Levi," he heard Hanji say. "I kind of forgot how to put on a bra like this. It's been a while. Can you help me clip the back?"

Levi's eyes widened. Was she asking him…? Oh, she was!

"How should I know?" he exclaimed. "You're the woman!"

"Oh, never mind!" came her response. "I figured it out!"

Levi rolled his eyes. "Good for you."

Within moments, Hanji emerged from the bathroom. Levi nodded in approval as he eyed her up and down. No longer was her sports bra obvious to anyone else, though it was certainly obvious to him that she was uncomfortable with the way she was tugging at her chest, making it move up and down.

Levi lashed out, grabbing her hands. "Stop that!" he hissed, pulling her close.

She blinked at their sudden close proximity. "Stop what?"

"Doing...that!" he exclaimed, gesturing to her chest. "It's distracting!"

Hanji smirked at him. "Well then," she purred. "You know what's even more distracting?" With that, she turned around to expose the back of her dress. "I couldn't button up the back. The strings also need to be tied as well."

Levi huffed before stepping forward to button up the back of her dress. "Those are the strings for your corset," he answered, clipping the last button in place before reaching for the strings.

Hanji jolted forward, startled. "The what-?"

"Hold still," Levi interrupted, and that was all the warning Hanji received before he tugged on the strings. Hanji gasped for air as she felt her ribs suddenly constrict. "I...I can't...breath!" she gasped. She couldn't even move! A small thought occurred to her: she wondered if Levi was enjoying this.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, answering her unspoken question. "I think Erwin was hoping to see you in this dress."

A/N: You see that empty white box down there at the end of the story? It's waiting for a review!