So, guess who turned 20 today?
That's right lovies, me.
And I want to sure all the love I've received on my happy day with all of you, therefore, triple update today.

When I wake up I feel as though I had been hit over the head with a shovel instead of just a spatula that broke against my skull and there is a slight tightness to my face. Shit! I forgot to put on Hanji's cream.

I moan slightly, my body aching from the workout yesterday, and I roll over. Just to come face to face with a sleeping Levi. His mouth is open slightly, a glimmer of drool on the corner of his lips and I feel a twist in my stomach. He is beautiful even while asleep, go figure.

I watch his chest rise and fall gently, when images of last night hit me like a ton of bricks. My hands, his back, his wigs bursting open and fluffing up, his wild bucking between my thighs and my aching need is all it takes for me to be rock hard again. And being this close to him, there is no way I could possibly will it away now. My face burns and I pull my knees to my chest again, except that my knees brush over Levi's bare stomach and he hums in approval while a smile spreads over his lips.

I watch in fascination, but it's not long before I'm tempted to touch him. I reach out and brush the back of my hand against his collar bone. His skin erupts in goose-bumps and he shudders, the smile still on his face. It is breath-taking.

After another moment of just watching him and appreciating his glory, I reach out my hand again and rest my palm over his heart. His reaction in instantaneous; he leans into the touch and curls in on himself while giving a satisfied huff. I can feel his heart beat beneath my palm. It beats strong, even if it feels a little fast. That is when I notice his feathers puff up again.

I can't help but grin. It really is adorable how his wings look slightly bigger but a lot softer than normal. It's almost cute-

Levi's nose twitches and he stirs, I quickly remove my hand. He blinks a few times before his eyes land on me. His nose twitches again, which is so endearing, and he lifts his hand to rub it.

Okay, so I'm a little infatuated with him. No, more like I'm completely and utterly besotted.

"Morning, sleeping beauty,"

"Shut up, brat. Why are you so chipper this morning anyway? You are practically burning out my fucking eyeballs with that thousand watt smile of yours,"

I blush, relieved. He didn't notice my compliment and he complimented me in return- wait, is it a compliment? He is comparing my smile to the excruciating pain of having you eyes seared out- I'm sure it's a compliment. I will take it as a compliment.

I watch quietly, a furrow in his brow and he looks down at his chest. There is a confused look in his eye and he moves his right hand to rest over his heart.

"Did you- no, you wouldn't,"

"Did I what?"

"You didn't touch me, did you brat?"

"And if I did?"

"I hope you washed your fucking hands,"

"I did, last night, when I showered," I can't stop the grin on my face from spreading.

He sighs and rolls over on to his back. "You may touch more, if you want to. But just my chest, brat,"

I can't believe my ears. "Are you sure?"

The glare Levi sends me says 'Do I look like I just fucking say things I don't mean?' and I gulp. I scurry forward and rest my head on his outstretched bicep. I lift my left hand and rest it over his heart. When he sighs again, it's barely audible and the only reason I know he sighed is because I could feel it.

I trace his collarbone with my fingertips, working from his shoulder to his breast bone. He shudders under my fingertips; he lifts his free arm and rests it over his eyes. I trace small circular patterns along the base of his neck and over his shoulder. I then trace along the underside of his impressive pectorals.

"Why?"

My hand stops where it had been tracing his breast bone and rests there as I tilt my head back to look at him. His left eye, peeking out from under his wrist, is trained on me. "Why do you touch me so fucking gently? So gingerly, as though I am so sort of shitty treasure?"

"What do you mean? Am I doing it wrong?" I whisper, simply because I'm afraid that if I raise my voice I would shatter this beautiful illusion.

"No, shithead, you're not doing anything wrong. I just want to know why you touch me like I'm some fucking porcelain doll, because I really don't fucking deserve it,"

"Of course I touch like you're some sort of treasure, because you are one. You are the most beautiful angel I have ever seen-"

"But I'm not-"

"Of course you are beautiful-"

"No, I'm not an angel. I never was-"

"What do you mean? You have wings-"

"I'm not an angel, because I was born a Creator. And I don't deserve this because I'm a fucking monster,"

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