The Skirt

                                    

                                          


Your feet ached from walking; you waved goodbye to Hange as your feet edged down the hallway. 
You yawned into your hand, your nose twitching. 
You held a bag of warm food in your hand that you'd saved for Levi at home. 
You calmly opened the door to your bedroom without a seconds more thought, readying yourself to greet him before your eyebrow perked at the sight of him, his eyes wide as he looked at you from over his shoulder. 
"Erm-.. hey there." Your eyebrows twitched together as you closed the door, watching his eyes blink exaggeratedly, "Wha'cha doing?" 
He squinted, "Standing, what does it look like I'm doing?-.. why'd you ask?" 
Your hip swayed, your lips pressed together as your eyes ran down his body, "Then.. why're you wearing my clothes?" 
He looked down at your clothes that he was wearing, suspiciously perking an eyebrow as he lifted the edges of 'his' skirt a few inches from the floor, "Huh.." He simply responded, "I suppose I am wearing your clothes, aren't I?" 
You frowned, "Don't play cute with me."
The short man gave you an easy shrug, before beginning to sort the bookcase beside your bed, "Your clothes had just been washed and they're still really, really warm from being dried; I couldn't help myself." He took a few steps closer to you, a still expression lurking in his expression, "They smell like lavender." 
He glanced at his own reflection in the mirror, his own eyes narrowing down on his body. 
Levi had stayed in your room all day, sorting through books and belongings as he boredly waited for you to get home, or at least that was until your clothes had finally came back from the cleaning and he'd realised how soft the fabric felt, and how warm it was, and not to mention that comforting smell of clean laundry that lurked on your clothes. 
He'd stolen a long skirt and a thin, long-sleeved knit to help him escape the cold, planning to change into his own outfit before you were due back and, 'luckily' for him, you all decided to come home early. 
His slender eyebrows knitted together, his fingers running down the shirt before his lips parted to speak, "I don't look like a girl, do I-?.." He muttered to you with a small frown pursed against his lips. 
"You'd make a pretty girl." 
"Don't avoid the question." 
"Relax.. my clothes suit you." 
"Oh, really?" His expression eased at your words, his arms wrapping around his slender waist as he embraced the warmth of your clothes, "I might have to steal them more often, then.."
You placed your hands against his forearms able to feel his muscles through your jumper. You leaned close, placing a gentle kiss against his shoulder as you dragged the sleeve down his arm, his skin feeling warm against your lips. 
He tilted your chin, his eyes glancing from your lips and then up to your pupils as he dreamily glared at you. 
He leaned closer, pushing your hair away from your jaw and eyes before pressing his lips roughly to yours, his hand forcefully pulling your face closer to his. 
His hands firmly slipped from your jaw and to either side of your waist, pulling your chest harshly against his as you smiled against his lips. 
He pulled you against the bed. 
He deepened his lips to yours as you felt his tongue slip into your mouth, his delicate fingers slightly forcing your mouth open as he let out a muffled noise. 
He pulled away for a short few seconds, "So.." His eyes were still closed from kissing you, your taste still lingering in his mouth, "Did you buy anything nice?" 
You gently kept kissing him, pecking at his lips whilst he spoke. 
"Yeah.. yeah, whatever." You mindlessly replied back, too focused on him to think of anything enthusiastic to respond with. 
He pushed more hair from your face, his eyes skimming over your features as if to analyse the woman he'd asked to marry him.
His expression softened without even realising it as he slowly inhaled: it felt like no matter what, your presence never failed to make him feel at piece. 
"So, what'd you buy?" 
Your eyes rolled in a groan as you ran your fingers up his chest, pressing your lips back onto his as he laughed against you, "C'mon.. kiss me more, Levi." 
His kissed you roughly back as your hands trailed all over his body, savouring each moment you had with him. 
You placed your hand against his thigh, slowly riding up beneath his skirt as you felt his soft skin against yours, only toughened by battle scars that lurked against him. 
He scoffed, "You can't keep your hands off of me, can you, Yaeger?" He muttered as your fingers stayed around his thigh, tracing patterns against his skin as he pulled your body closer to yours, "Not even for a second to discuss our wedding.." 
Your e/c eyes rolled tiredly as you felt him begin to pull your shirt up, "Shut up.." 
He chuckled with a small hint of a smile. 
He pulled back for a short few seconds, smiling gently at you as his fingers ran against your chest, holding you even closer to him, "I should wear your clothes more often." 
You laughed, "No, you shouldn't."