"Levi!" My lips slipped into a wide grin at finding him on my doorstep, my heart squirming in delight. "Finally."
Reaching out my hand, I watched with adoring eyes as he interlaced his slim fingers with mine, ever so gentle. I chuckled and gave his hand a good pull, one that made him fall right against my chest. Not another second passed before he was in my arms, my nose inhaling his scent, lips nibbling the beautiful arc of his neck.
"Levi, Levi, Levi..." I mumbled mindlessly while rubbing the entirety of my body against his. Once again, I was jumping at him as soon as he walked up to my house, which was actually something I planned on changing. At least in terms of being more restrained in my attacks. Well apparently, that was another idea for the drawer, especially when he turned up looking like this. He was wearing an oversized White Stripes tank top that left the pale skin across his ribcage mostly bare on both sides and dipped down low enough in the front to show off the exquisite curves of his milky collarbones. As if this wasn't enough to conjure an animated twitching between my legs, he'd combined his shirt with his trademark black, ripped skinny jeans and low Chucks that put his slender ankles on obvious display. He looked positively delicious, in every sense of the word. Or more like ready-to-eat, actually.
"Eren, calm down," Levi said breathlessly, hands clawing at my shirt.
I purred into his soft hair, before I tugged his small earlobe between my teeth to lick the soft skin.
Mmmh, god. Perfect.
I only released him after he pinched my side hard enough to make me pull back in pain. The sudden sting served to make me come back to earth, and I searched his face to determine if he was mad over my little emotional outburst, but he was in fact smiling. Smiling, his eyes sparkling with warm affection and humor.
"Sorry. I really have to get that under control, don't I?" I smiled sheepishly, my finger tracing his delicate shoulder.
"Maybe a bit?" He snickered, then shrugged lightly.
The smile was still tugging on his lips, and I wondered if he actually liked the way I fell all over myself with giddy joy whenever he came over. I knew I'd get a one-way ticket to heaven on a pink cloud of bliss if he'd ever react to me like this. I smiled, lost in the thought. Yeah, Levi jumping into my arms when I returned home, showering me with sweet kisses.
A man could dream.
I jolted when I felt his warm palms cup my cheeks to pull me down to his height. "Where is your mind right now?"
My arms encircled his hips in a firm hug, and I sighed happily when he took a step forward to lean into my chest.
"Oh, nowhere special. Just thinking about you being my wife, you know, with naked apron and maybe a pink princess plug—Oww!"
I rubbed the sore spot on my head he'd just hit, grinning teasingly. Okay, I deserved that. Levi wearing a pink princess plug though, only for me... Damn, I had to store that idea away for the future.
I let him take off his shoes, and then took his hand to lead him into the kitchen. I'd prepared a salad with water melon and feta cheese for dinner, but wanted to ask him if he'd do the dressing, because he was a salad dressing god, whereas I was a mediocre apprentice at best.
Although there were more pressing matters at hand to deal with first.
Turning around, I grabbed his hips and lifted him up to sit on the counter, me following suit and stepping between his spread thighs. There was a soft sound of surprise from him, but it wasn't long until I felt his hands cupping the back of my neck to gently play with the messy brown hair at my nape.
"Okay, so dinner is ready," I began. "But first of all, I need my hello kiss. You better get to it if you want me to feed you."
"Oh? Cheeky tonight, are we?" He said, taking his sweet time to lean into me, but stopping only an inch before actually touching his gorgeous lips to mine. "Almost makes me want to keep the surprise I brought for you all to myself."
"What?! A surprise? I love surprises!" I squealed, quickly dropping my hands to pull at the waistband of his skintight jeans, only to be met with a set of plain boxers.
"Aww, no lace panties today? Maybe some hot stockings?" I mused excitedly, lips twisting into an aroused little smile.
I dropped to my knees between his splayed thighs, fully intending to get rid of his jeans, when what I got instead was a warning slap to my arm by one of Levi's dainty legs.
"No!" He said, blushing a bright scarlet, "None of that, moron!"
"Okay, okay," I smirked, placing an apologetic kiss to his knee before getting back up. "So? What is it?"
Levi wrapped his legs around my waist in a tight embrace that had my heartbeat doing fierce overtime. My fingers brushed along his sides, up and down, while I leaned in to kiss his throat.
"Would you just stop so I can—Mh okay, that's actually... Really nice..." he trailed off on a shaky sigh when I licked his Adam's apple, and then moved up to kiss his chin, smiling all the while. I loved when he praised me, even one word was enough to get me all fuzzy with an amount of excitement that would easily last me for the rest of the day.
I nuzzled his cheek, nibbling my way along his jawline to his lips, which were parted on a string of soft, wobbly breaths. My hands curled against his back, my fingers bunching up his tank top as I made my way down to play with the hem of the fabric.
"Eren..." he moaned on a languid sigh, my name sounding so much more beautiful than it actually was whenever he was the one who said it.
"Hm?" I asked, "What's my surprise, Levi?"
His nails dug into my bicep and he exhaled on a long groan that had all the blood in my body rushing to a very specific area.
"You should get my bag and see for yourself," he whispered, his eyes blazing with mystery.
I was intrigued. So intrigued.
"Okay, wait here," I said and pecked his cheek before I hurried out into the entrance area and retrieved his bag from where he'd put it by the shoe cabinet. For one brief moment, I contemplated sneaking a peek to satisfy my curiosity, but decided against it. Levi deserved to see my face when I laid eyes on whatever he brought for me.
When I re-entered the kitchen, he was still sitting up on the counter, swinging his legs through the air. He smiled at me when I came over to him and placed the bag on the counter beside him.
"Can I?" I asked, my voice high-pitched with barely containable suspense.
"Go ahead," he said, biting his lip as his gaze fixed on the bag.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled the zipper on top, making a show of opening it very slowly for dramatic effect (which was almost killing me). I threw another glance at Levi, who nodded to indicate I keep going and then I slipped my hand inside and took out the first item that met my fingers.
"You brought me tissues? Aw babe, you shouldn't have!"
Levi snagged the tissues from my hand and rolled his eyes. "You're such a sarcastic ass, you know that? It's obviously not this. Just... Keep going."
The soft blush that bloomed across his high cheekbones was enough to make me shut up without uttering another remark and return to reach back into the bag. The next thing I fished out was a notepad covered in scribbles and small drawings. I turned the notepad over in my hands, and then opened it. Or tried to. Levi snatched it from my hands before I could look at it properly and laid it down on the counter next to him.
"There's more," he said.
Nodding, I returned my attention to the bag and took out another item, a medium-sized black bottle this time. Turning the plastic around in my palm, I read the label out loud.
"Sumi. What's Sumi? I've never heard of it. Is it some kind of aphrodisiac lube, maybe?" I winked, nudging Levi in the side to let him know I was only joking. A bit.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Levi replied, giving his head a gentle shake.
I shrugged and put the bottle down next to the tissues, but ultimately couldn't stop the grin from forming anyways.
"Hell, yeah. I would," I said, giving him a quick kiss to his cheek. He snickered quietly, before going back to watch me clear out his bag.
There were cotton balls, some rubbing alcohol, a lighter. The next notable thing was a see-through plastic box containing a set of various long, shimmering needles. I turned them around in my hand, curious if I could open them to have a closer look, when my subconsciousness connected the dots and made my mouth drop open in stunned disbelief.
Levi looked at me, his face a mixture of tension and uncertainty, though his eyes were sparkling with excitement.
"Levi!" I said, slowly. Cautiously. "Is this what I think it is?"
If someone were to ask me how in the world I'd managed to stay calm up to this point, I'd not have the slightest shimmer how to answer. I felt a veritable inferno of giddy enthusiasm simmer below that controlled surface, and I knew once he'd drop the bomb and tell me what I thought this was was actually true, this control would disappear into nothingness.
"Well," he said, teeth sinking into his bottom lip once again, "What do you think this is?"
I placed the needles by the other items I'd uncovered and stepped closer to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist and catching his gaze with mine.
"Am I getting my tattoo today?"
Levi grinned and nestled his cheek against the crook of my neck, his warm breath accompanying his next words whispering over my neck. He bit along my collarbone before he looked up at me, his lips still curved in a subtle smile.
"You are."
Everything was a blur after that, for me as well as for Levi. I dived in and used my hands almost roughly to wrap his body around mine, only to pull away from the counter and spin him around like a carousel going off its hinges. Levi laughed in my arms and held tightly onto me, which made my excitement soar even higher. It was a sweet, intimate moment of bonding which made me grow even closer to him.
When I finally set Levi down on his feet a couple of minutes later, still chuckling and out of breath, I needed to gulp down an entire glass of water in one go to make up for my elated outburst.
"I can't believe you're serious about this," I said, smiling widely. "Thank you. This means so much."
He blushed, this absolutely irresistible soft rosy color I was hopelessly obsessed with, when he said, "You're welcome. Just don't sue me if it doesn't turn out like you expected."
Unable to wipe this foolishly happy smile from my face, I pulled him into a tight hug and let my nose sink into his silky black strands. He hugged me back, and we stayed like this until he forced his way out of my grip and ushered me off to get dinner before setting to work.
An hour later, I was sprawled on my stomach on the couch in the living room, while Levi sat cross-legged on the floor, his notepad on his lap. He was drawing possible tattoo designs for me, and I was utterly captivated by every stroke he brought on paper. I'd expected him to be a fabulous artist, but this was far from anything I'd imagined. He had some serious talent in those perfect fingers of his.
"Is there anything you like?" He asked, putting the pen between his lips and rolling it around.
I was entranced by the motion. I'd never had any desire to be an item, but right now, I wanted to be the pen.
"Hm," I mused. "Well, I like... Black?"
He turned around to raise an eyebrow at me. A black eyebrow.
"Black?" He asked incredulously. "Okay, not really helpful. What else?"
I looked at him, and an untamable urge to kiss him shot up within me like a white-hot flare. Biting my lip, I tried to focus on what he'd asked to piece together an adequate reply. My eyes met his when I spoke, and the word just fell out of my mouth.
"Gray?"
My mind was blank. The excitement over getting an actual tattoo by Levi, and having him draw it for me on top of that, had any coherent thought happily swirl away on a torrent of dazed bliss. And Levi was on the receiving end of the babble it resulted in.
"Eren," he sighed patiently, "Colors are kind of hard to work with. What about letters? Any letter that has a special meaning to you?"
I looked him squarely in the eye, my heart pounding madly inside my chest as the reply began to form on my lips without my conscious consent.
"L."
Time stood still. It was like everything around us slipped into stasis, the only thing stirring being this crackling electricity between us.
And then, Zeke dashed around the corner and headed straight for Levi, uncaring about his notepad when he jumped up in his lap and showered his face with sloppy kisses.
The tension was broken after that, and I dropped my head on my arms to hide my face away from Levi. My mind was spinning with thousands of different emotions, panic and disbelief at the forefront. What a close call. A moment longer of this intense eye contact, and I'd have told him. I'd have told him that he was so special to me that I'd consider getting a tattoo with the first letter of his name on my skin, permanently. If this wasn't a love confession, then I didn't know what was.
Levi was quietly talking to Zeke, petting him and whispering sweet things, and even though I was dying to see him, I didn't dare to look up yet. Not until Zeke jumped up on me and got all comfortable on my lower back. One moment later, he was fast asleep and snoring softly.
"So, uhm..." Levi began.
"What do you think would fit me? For a tattoo, I mean?" I cut in.
All I wanted was to chase this lingering awkwardness my earlier statement had conjured away. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, and maybe even lead him to change his mind about tattooing me with my careless remark.
The pen was back at his lips for a second, the pink tip of his tongue darting out to lick the back end. I gulped and dropped my gaze to the designs sprawled on his notepad.
After another moment of silence, Levi flipped to a new page and started to draw. His strokes were quick and precise, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and there was this small wrinkle of concentration between his eyebrows, the same he always wore when he was getting serious about his creations.
My eyes followed his hand and hung on every line, until he put the finishing touches on his design and lifted the notepad for me to see.
He cleared his throat and avoided my eyes as he said, "Something like this is what I picture as you."
My breath hitched in my throat, my eyes widening as I took the notepad from him and ran the pads of my fingers over the design again and again. It was beyond compare. I knew there was nothing better I could hope to find, nothing more worthy of being eternalized on my skin.
"Wow," I breathed. "Levi... It's perfect. Thank you."
While I assisted Levi in setting up his station, I had to admit that I was getting nervous. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, I knew he'd do his job impeccably. The main thing giving me jitters was the pain. I obviously knew getting tattoos wasn't anything overly comfortable, but I just hoped I wouldn't end up crying and curling in on myself. I had a reputation to uphold, after all.
When we'd finally gotten everything ready, I laid down on the height-adjustable recliner in the living room, and watched Levi slip into tight, white gloves. He snapped them against the skin of his wrist and winked at me. My heart missed a beat.
"Have you decided on the spot you want it on? I'm not tattooing your balls, just so you know."
"Aw okay, I'll have to go with second choice then," I joked, suddenly feeling incredibly shy. "I want it here."
I lifted the hem of my shirt so it bared my hips and pointed to a spot on my hipbone. Levi's eyebrows rose, and there was a delectable onset of a fresh blush grazing his cheeks.
"Okay, uh... You should probably... Take off your shirt for this," he said quietly, licking his bottom lip.
Now it was my turn to blush. I nodded and slipped my shirt over my head. Levi's gaze snapped up to my exposed chest, and even though he'd seen me naked close to a hundred times, I felt self-conscious all of a sudden. Clearing my throat, I began to twiddle my thumbs nervously.
Another moment passed, and I felt Levi's eyes on me, making me feel unbearably hot at the lack of touch. I wished he'd reach out and run his palms over my chest, or even just his fingertips. Anything, really.
"Okay, let's do this," he finally said.
I watched as he took the razor out of its prepared bowl filled with hot, soapy water and ran it over the skin to get rid of any hair. It was a necessity to do that, but it felt so intimate that I squirmed in my seat. Levi was all concentration again, seemingly oblivious to the slowly forming arousal between my legs. When he was done shaving the hair off my hipbone, he sterilized the skin with a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol. Then he uncapped a Sharpie and began to draw the design on its designated spot. I bit my lip to fight down the tickling sensation, watching him work. The design looked even more stunning on me than it had on paper, and once again, I got excited to wear it on my skin after this. After the design was drawn and Levi gave a satisfied nod upon inspecting it, he held a long silver needle to the candle he'd lit earlier and rolled it around in the flame until the tip glowed a fiery red. I tried to gulp down the rest of my anxiety.
"How about you?" I blurted. "Are you planning on getting one as well?"
Levi shot me a secret smile and shrugged his shoulders.
"You know, today might be your lucky day. If you pay close attention and I deem you worthy, you might get to do mine."
I all but jumped out of my seat, when I remembered he presently had a hot needle in his hand. It was probably better if I didn't wrap him up in my arms right now, not if I didn't want the needle to end up somewhere in my body I didn't want to have it. Whether I liked it or not, I had to stick to expressing my excitement in a vocal way.
"WHAT?!" I cried, "Wait! You're actually serious?!"
"Absolutely," he replied, determination set in his gray eyes.
"Fuck. So you're telling me I get to mark you? Permanently?!"
My heart started to thrum out a ridiculously quick beat at the prospect of leaving my eternal mark in the soft ivory of Levi's skin. God, was this really happening? I half expected to jolt up from a perfect dream in another second.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Levi answered, his voice laced with giddiness, just like mine.
"Yes," I breathed. "Yes, yes, yes. Please!"
"Okay, now lie down and glue your gorgeous eyes to everything I'm doing."
I complied enthusiastically and let myself fall back into the soft cushion of my seat. I was so ready to do this.
Levi was just about to dip the needle into the saucer of black Sumi ink, when he looked up at me again, his eyes dancing with mischief.
"No stupid tattoo slash sex jokes today? I'm shocked," he quipped.
Laughter bubbled from my lips, and I was grateful for that. I'd still been a little tense about the whole thing, but his joke made that vanish into thin air.
"Hit me with your best shot, baby?" I grinned, feeling just a tad bit smug.
Levi joined my laughter and shook his head, "Of course. Why am I even surprised?"
"Hey, to be fair," I said, showing him my palms in innocence, "I meant to keep it professional today and hold back, but you asked for it. Seems as if you like my jokes after all!" I nudged him with a sly, knowing grin.
"Oh, you self-confident brat! Dream on!" He laughed, his shoulders shaking cutely.
After we'd stopped laughing, which took longer than expected, Levi finally set to work. He heated the needle up once again and dipped it in the saucer filled with ink.
"Brace yourself," he warned.
"Mmh, Levi, you—OUCH! FUCK! Dammit," I wheezed when the needle pierced my skin deep enough to draw a few droplets of blood.
"Sorry," Levi said sincerely, "Are you okay?"
He was so genuinely worried, I wanted to pull him into me and kiss him forever. Too bad he couldn't tattoo me blind.
"Yeah," I said, calming myself with a few deep breaths, "It was just the initial shock. I'm fine, go on."
Levi nodded, and after he'd wiped away the blood and excess ink, he started again, making tiny dots along the tattoo's design. He never made a mistake, never moved outside the lines. While he continued his work with minute precision, I allowed my eyes to wander for a bit. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. Okay, scratch that. I shouldn't have done that, period.
Levi was bowed over my torso, working the ink into my hipbone, and the way he arched his back to bend over me made his oversized shirt ride down low in the front, giving me the most delicious view of his chest, and especially his gloriously pert, pink nipples. I licked my lips when I watched the black cotton of his tank whisper over them in sensual strokes, wishing nothing more than to replace it with my lips. His long bangs kept falling in his eyes, and he blew them out of his face every now and then, looking so utterly irresistible while doing it.
"Eren, I can't work like this," Levi cut in, pulling me out of my blatant ogling, "Why the hell are you squirming so much?"
"I'm sorry," I whined. "But I do have a legitimate reason. I don't know if you know, but whenever you bend down like this, your nipples are showing and it's so fucking hot that you should be glad squirming is all I do."
I watched as Levi's lips dipped into the most teasing smile ever. He blew out his bangs again, as if he knew the profound effect it had on me, and leaned in to brush his gloved hand all the way from my abdomen to my chest. Our gazes met and I urged him on to continue with my eyes, to touch me more, but he stayed still atop my pecs. My lips parted on a quiet sigh, and then he began to circle my nipple with the tip of his finger, making my heart go haywire. I bit my lip while I watched as his circles grew smaller and smaller and finally touched the sensible flesh where I wanted to feel him most. He licked his lip seductively, and then took the tight tip between his fingers and gave it a good, long twist that had me panting and squealing at the same time.
"Well, same goes for you," he smirked, and got back to work as if the rock-hard erection between my legs wasn't even there at all.
His ability to not give a fuck was infuriating. And so damn hot.
I reached out and brushed my fingers through his hair, tucking it behind his ear. Levi stopped for a second to nuzzle into my touch. As if I wasn't losing my mind over everything he did already.
After that, he continued to poke and wipe, until he sat back with a satisfied sigh after inspecting his handiwork.
"Done," he said. "And if I may say so myself, this turned out pretty fucking amazing."
There was a sweet smile on his lips as he cleaned me up and put some healing ointment on my new tattoo. Then he gave my thigh an affectionate pat and looked up at me.
"Go look."
I was on my feet as fast as lightning and rushed over to the long mirror we kept in the entrance area. Upon laying eyes on the design, all my breath was hopelessly lost, for good this time.
This was amazing. Perfect. Flawless.
The little wing was delicate and elegant, the black ink standing out nicely against my tan skin. The way Levi had designed it, it was tipped to the right and divided in small segments, giving it a particularly unique appearance. I was still staring at it in awe, when Levi came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, careful not to touch the tattoo. He squeezed me tight, before rising on his tiptoes to kiss the back of my neck. I leaned into him, overwhelmed by emotion.
"Do you like it?" He asked quietly, his lips continuing to brush against the sensitive skin of my nape.
"I love it, Levi. It's so beautiful. It's marvelous. You are marvelous," I whispered, trying to keep myself from touching the design to ascertain it was really there.
He held me tight as he whispered, "I'm glad then."
I turned around and cupped his rosy cheeks, meeting his eyes before I leaned in and took my well-deserved kiss, my tongue pushing inside to taste every last inch of his hot mouth. He swayed gently and held onto my shoulders for support, giving into the kiss and letting me take control. Breathless whispers of 'thank you' passed from my lips to his, our hands desperately touching every bit of skin they could reach. It was a heady moment, full of devotion and intimacy.
When I finally pulled back, as out of breath as Levi, I stared into his molten steel gray eyes and brought my forehead to his.
"I was thinking... If you wanted the matching wing on your hip...?" I asked, biting my lip nervously. It was beyond daring to voice such a suggestion, but it had been on my mind ever since he showed me the design on paper. It was a perfect match, something that seemed to be made for the two of us.
"That's funny," he breathed against my lips, which were still wet from kissing him, "I just wanted to say the exact same thing."