Tickle fight anyone?
… well, technically not a tickle fight, but still…

I wake up to find Levi's room a light dusting of orange. Everything has this dusky orangey glow, even Levi's wings.

"Hmm," I hum as I rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"So you're finally awake?" Levi states with a smirk. I was lying curled into his side while he lay on his back with a book held above his face.

"Well aren't you just a regular old genius," I mumble and nuzzle his ribs.

"Don't do that!"

Levi's yip made me grin. So he is ticklish, I think to myself as a plan forms in my mind.

"Don't even think about it, shitty brat. I will break your fingers,"

His growl sends a shiver up my spin, and I don't doubt for a second that he would break my fingers, but I can't stop myself from poking him in the ribs. His whole body convulses and he curls in on himself momentarily, letting out a hiss and swinging his free wing in my direction.

I chuckle softly when he suddenly grabs both my wrists in his hands and heaves me flush over his chest. My nose bumps against his, his stormy greys threatening and his jaw clenched to suppress a laugh. I feel his chest rising and falling in rapid succession, as if he is trying to catch his breath.

I'm taken slightly aback when I feel his thighs lock around my hips, holding me in place. His grip is almost bruising, and I start to squirm.

"I told you not to do that, brat, now you're going to have to suffer the consequences," his voice is a low rumble in his chest and I feel the vibrations against my own. I can't even begin to think what Levi might do to me when I feel thousands of soft feather tips sweep over my skin.

"Levi!" I shriek and start writhing harder. I try to yank my hands away, but his grip is like an iron vice. There is no way I'm going to be able to break free. I start bucking my hips, trying to escape that way, but not only doesn't it work, I constant brushing my front against Levi's and soon we are both panting and moaning.

The raven haired angel is utterly relentless, merciless even as his wings sweep from between my toes all the way to the tips of my ears. My eyes are watering so much that Levi's stormy greys actually remind me of a rainy day.

"Okay, okay! I give up! You win!" I wheeze when I manage to catch my breath. My cheeks are slick with tears and they positively ache from all my smiling. My fingers feel tingly and I'm pretty sure Levi has cut off my circulation. I am also pretty certain that I'm going to have bruise on my wrists and hips. Thank goodness I'm staying in the room, or otherwise people might think Levi has a bondage kink…

"I don't know, brat. I don't think you got the message just yet,"

He's smirking. But not his menacing smirk, or even his sarcastic smirk. No, this is a different smirk all together. It's more of a lopsided grin than anything else, but is sets my heart aflutter nonetheless. His feathers brush over me unexpectedly now.

He stops for a few seconds, brushes over my left calf and then stops again. Only to brush over my right shoulder. This is far worse than before, because now I don't know where he is going to strike next, and when he does I'm left completely and utterly breathless.

There is no pattern to his attacks, they happen at random. Sometimes he even brushes over the same area three times in a row, gently swishing back and forth and back again.

"L-Levi, please," I pant softly. "I'm sorry, I won't tickle you again. So please," I whine.

His feathers pause where he had been caressing between my thighs. "But that wouldn't be any fun, brat. If you don't tickle me then I can't take revenge for it and so far I quite enjoy this form of revenge,"

His eyes search mine for something, though what it is I don't quite know. I bite my lip and blink away the remainder of my tears.

"Fine, I'll tickle you. But please, s-stop. I can't feel my fingers,"

Levi's eyes widen slightly and he releases my wrists. I draw them towards my body and let them rest on either side of Levi shoulders. I duck my head under his chin while taking deep breaths and trying to calm down.

"Here," he murmurs softly and takes a hold of my hands. His thumbs gently rubbing over the back of my hands to stimulate blood flow. "I'm sorry; I think these might turn into bruises,"

His voice is low, husky even, and for a moment I think I might have imagined it. But I didn't, because I watch as he lifts my left hand and it disappears above my head before I feel something soft and warm press against the inside of my wrist. He sets my hand down again and does the same to the other.

We lie like that for a long while, for the world slowly turns a blue-purple, him alternating between rubbing my wrists and rubbing my back. Warmth blossoms in my chest and I huff softly.

"Do you mind if I sit up?" Levi eventually whispers. I shake my head and lift myself off him, he shifts so that his back rests against the wall and I shuffle forward. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head against his chest again.

He switches on the bedside lamp, picks up his book from the floor and opens it by the book mark. The book looks new(ish), as if Levi bought it at a second hand store of some sort. The cover is a faded emerald green, golden letters embossed into its hard cover. It's in that language I still haven't asked Levi about.

"What are you reading?" I ask and rest my chin against his sternum so that I can look at him.

"A book, brat,"

"I know it's a book, but what is it called? What is it about?"

He sighs. "It's called Route de campagne,"

"Huh?"

He sighs, again. "It means 'Country road', it is a collection of poems that has to do with the countryside. Flowers, birds, butterflies, big ass trees, farm houses and the works. And before you ask, it's written in old French. This book is almost two hundred and fifty years old and it is one of my favourites, so shut up and let me read,"

"Levi,"

"Yes, brat," he practically spits.

"Is that what you recited in the bath?"

He stills for a moment, I can't see his face because the damn book is in the way.

"Yes, it is,"

I hum and rest my cheek to his chest again.

"Levi,"

"Yes, Eren," he sounds exasperated.

"Read to me, please? Just a little. I like the way you say the words. You don't have to if you don't want to, that is. It's not like I can-"

"Eren,"

"Yes, Levi?"

"Shut up,"

"Yes, Levi,"

We sit in silence for a few very awkward moments before I hear a soft rumbling in his chest. The words gently bubble out from Levi's mouth. With my ear against his chest I can actually 'feel' the words, I can feel when Levi inhales to give the words life and it is addicting.

But like any drug, it has to wear off at some point.

I guess there is only so much Levi can read to me before his voice gets sore and I don't hold it against him. I just know that I want to listen to him every day from now on.

Book name translation curtesy of Google Translate ;) if I'm wrong, please let me know.
In other news, Updates may be a little slower from now on because I actually have to start writing again… FML, I am so out of practise. Love Y'all