Yay! I'm early!

Okay, so it has come to my attention that some of you want our little Eren to have white wings *coughBlackwinglovercough*
So, I propose a vote (which I don't normally do, it is my story after all)
If you want Eren to have white wings, vote (A)
If you want Erens wings to be the colour I intended them to be, vote (B)
If you want a combination of (A) and (B), vote (C)

Please remember that the choice is ultimately mine and that this vote is just to gage interest.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Thank you so much for putting up with me :3 3

Levi has me stripped down to my underwear before the bleeding even starts. He sits me down on the toilet seat while he fills the bath tub with hot water. I can't help but stare as the steam dances and sways in the light and I find myself blowing at it so that it swirls.

The patterns remind me of when you drop a little bit of ink in a glass of water and watch it twirl and spread until the water and the ink is the same colour. Or when you pour milk into strong coffee and the milk balloons outward. Or when-

"C'mon, brat. Let's get those bandages off and get you into the water,"

Levi moves into my line of sight, his hands are warm from the bath water and they quickly work on the cloth pulled tight over my chest. I hiss softly as the cold air makes contact with my 'wings', I hiss a little louder when some of the bandage gets caught on bone and Levi has to work it loose.

Thank the stars above that I haven't started bleeding yet.

Levi strips down to his underwear too, which I find strange, before helping me get into the tub. He climbs in with me and sits against the short side of the bath. He gently guides me to sit between his thighs and rolls me so that I lie on my side. Levi wraps his arms around me, holding me securely to his chest and caresses my hair.

I shudder involuntarily, my scalp feeling slightly sensitive as he nails scrape against my skin. I try to suppress my moan as pain floods my system, but it comes out a weak whine.

Something suddenly ignites in me and I draw my knees to my chest, a half formed sob spilling from my lips and tears stinging my eyes. White hot agony courses through my body, setting my nerve endings on fire and leaving me breathless.

I start to thrash about, trying to get away from the hurt but knowing it will follow me anyway. The water sloshes against the ceramic sides of the tub, cresting and spilling over it on to the dark tiled floor.

Levi holds me close nonetheless. He stokes my cheeks and pats my head, talking to me in a language I don't understand. I focus on his voice even though I don't comprehend his words. I listen to the soft roll of his vowels and the blending of r's and b's. I catch some English words in between the mass of words, though I am not sure where one word would start or the other would end.

He speaks the words with such conviction and passion that soon it is all I can focus on. I tilt my head back so that I can watch his face as he talks. I watch his lips form the words, twisting around the letters and cheeks puffing to make certain sounds. His voice is low and throaty, adding huskiness to his words. At one point he hums the words out, he blushes as he does that.

It's a good thing he isn't looking at me, or he might have stopped all together.

I don't notice when the pain stops, I don't notice that the bath water is now red and I don't notice how much his voice turns me on.

He keeps talking for what feels like an age, his lips moving in a hypnotising manner and I think the only reason he falls quiet is because the bath water is getting cold. He sighs; it's deeper than usual, as if he is tired down to his bones.

"Come on, brat. Let's get out,"

I nod slowly and sit up. I turn my back on him and splash some water over my back to remove any blood that might still be there.

"No, don't do that. We will have to rinse under the shower,"

I nod my head again as he climbs from the water. I watch in fascination as the rosy pink droplets race each other down his raven feathers and pool on the floor. The droplets on his chest and legs are more on the red side against his pearly skin. He offers me his hand, which I take, and hold it firmly to help me out of the pretty red water.

He guides me under the shower, turns the faucet and I sigh as warm water runs over my skin. Levi goes back to the bath and removes the plug so that the water can drain out. I duck my head under the spray, the water sliding through my locks when a feel a pair of hands on my lower back.

I look over my shoulder to find Levi lathering up soap and then gently scrubbing at my sensitive skin. I stand perfectly still as he runs his soapy hands over the back of my legs and between my thighs. There is no lust or desire in his touches, just plain cleaning, and it is probably the kindest thing anyone has done for me after Petra bringing me clothes and helping me find stuff to eat.

"Turn around, brat,"

I shuffle through the water so that I face Levi and his nails gently scraping at the skin of my stomach, I run my fingers through his hair.

"What are you doing, brat?"

"Returning the favour," I hum as I reach for the soap in his hand.

I lather up my hands, slowly and meticulously scrubbing Levi clean. He stands, patiently while my hands work over his chest and stomach. My palms run over his hips and down between his thighs, over his shins right down to his feet and then back up his calves again. He hums softly as my fingers caress the backs of his knees and I quirk a smile. I stop once I reach his hamstrings.

"Turn around," I murmur, so fully focused on my task that I don't notice Levi's blush.

I soup up my hands again and set to work cleaning his back. I watch in amusement as he shudders and his wings poof involuntarily, which results in a spray of water droplets. Thank goodness the droplets were not a rosy pink; otherwise Levi would have had to clean me all over again. Not that I would mind it that much…

I work between his shoulder blades and down his spine, over the bony base of his wings and to his sides. The tips of my fingers slide over his ribs until I reach his arm pits. Levi lets out a manly squeal before glaring at me over his shoulder. I notice that he is biting the inside of his cheek though, struggling not to laugh and there is water in his eyes that did not come from the shower.

The last thing we do before we get out of the shower is remove our sodden underwear. We rinse it out, turn off the water and wring it till its semi-dry and hang it over the edge of the bath. Levi grabs a towel and starts drying my back while I dry my hair, face and chest. He wraps my wings up again and I try not cringe as the bandage makes contact with my new skin. He takes the bandage across my chest for good measure before tying it off and leaving me to finish drying myself.

I walk out of the bathroom before he does, so I head over to the underwear drawer and snag a pair for him and myself. I slip into mine quickly and hand him his as he comes through the door, a small towel draped over his neck as he dries his hair with one hand.

My eyes suddenly refuse to stay open, the world seemingly tilting on its axis, I feel as though I can fall over where I stand and be asleep before I hit the ground.

"Woah, brat, easy. I got you, come on, just put one foot in front of the other,"

Levi's hands are securely fastened around my biceps, wow he has big hands, and he guides me over to our- his bed. How he got me on to the bed and on to his wings, I still don't remember. But I find myself cuddled against his chest, his arms around me and him gently running his fingers through my damp locks.

Guess it's safe to fall asleep.

I sigh.