Beneath The Flies • 《 Levi × Reader 》

《 Chapter 24 》• Old Ways

[Y/n]'s POV

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My eyes fluttered open, the grubby, untouched ceiling of an unfamiliar room filling my sleep-impaired vision as I awoke. I had a pounding headache that pierced through my skull, wincing as I rolled over.

Then I froze in place.

My nose brushed against something firm and warm...

What was I-

Oh my God.

My nose was pressed against Levi's abdomen, face shoved against his rock hard abs all because I simply rolled over. I was laying on his lap!

His shirt tickled my nose.

I was on the verge of gasping, of being overdriven with embarrassment and awkward breaths- But then I calmed down when I realized he was asleep, his eyes gently closed, plush lips closed tightly in that impertinent yet lovely scowl of his that manipulated his face even while he was lost in his dreams. I stared up at him, my hair sprawled out across his lap as my lashes danced, eyes shuffling over his enchanting facial structure. He looked so peaceful, in a state of such blissful serenity he never seemed to grasp while awake...

It was refreshing to see him like this; a breath of clean air after so many years of breathing in nothing but pernicious fumes.

I couldn't help but take in every little detail, immersed in his almost fictitious beauty. His face compelled my thoughts years into the past, my mind comparing him to that of the handsome princes portrayed in storybooks I had read as a child. He was strong, undeniably handsome, and would do anything to protect his, 'Kingdom,' or in other words, humanity...

And he rode a horse, too.

I laughed to myself at this fact, deciding indefinitely that he was a prince.

The best one yet.

My eyes continued to osculate across his cheeks, and then his jaw, and then his entire face. I knew it had hardly been a few days since the confession, since the day we stitched back our severed bond... But he was asleep... And I wanted to express my devotion to him.

I reached up, fingers gliding across his face as I cupped his cheek with thorough delicacy. My fingertips intricately explored the sharp edges of his cheekbone before coming to a halt.

I held him like this till I started to loose my breath, and pulled away upon a regretful exhale.

But I was stopped when Levi shot his arm up, grabbing my wrist and holding my hand there. His eyes were still closed, but he pushed his cheek into my palm, brows furrowing as if he couldn't quite read through the veiled meaning of the touch, but was strangely captivated by it nonetheless.

"Don't..." He whispered, the scarred skin of his cheek pressed up against my hand, the warmth traveling into my now quivering palm and down my arm as I gaped up at him, lips parted in a soft expression of incredulity. Levi opened his eyes now, the vacant glimmer of sleep still revolving around and around his grey irises that were now evidently blue in the morning sunlight that spilt across the messy office that I now recognized to belong to Hange.

I had a blanket draped over my body, my head still propped on top of the Captain's legs, his hand resting on my waist above the weighted blanket.

"Levi..." My voice was like the hushed breeze of a field in late June, lips matching the rhythm of my voice as I peered up at him with such wondrous sparks of curiosity in my eyes.

Why was he holding my hand there?

Why was he giving in to my touch?

So many questions...