Devotion | Levi x OC

Levi's Perspective (Bonus)

This is a retelling from a moment in Chapter 15 titled "Northbound" in Levi's perspective.

Smut ahead! Enjoy.

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The sound of her steady breathing calmed me as she slept. I sat next to her on the bed, idly flipping pages from one of her stupid romance novels she carried with her. I looked over to her, admiring the way her hair fell onto the pillow, how her bare shoulder would rise and fall with each breath she took. I was mesmerized by her.

I should be asleep. Perhaps I can pull her in close without waking her? 

No. 

She looks peaceful.

My thoughts were interrupted by her sudden soft whimpers. She let out a gasp and I felt her jolt awake and roll to her back.

"Sounded like a bad dream..." I murmured.

"Yeah... Same dream as always..." she grumbled.

I glanced over to her. She had closed her eyes to try and go back to sleep. Her chest was heaving, coming down from being startled awake. The candle light flickered over her bare skin, teasing me at the sight. Those damn blankets... I can't be greedy. I already had her earlier tonight. Yet, my appetite for her can never seem to be satisfied. I swallowed the desire to mount her and turned back to the book. The plot was terribly cliche and boring. I wasn't paying much attention to it as I flicked through the pages.

"What are you reading?" She asked. Her voice was soft and comforting to me. I could listen to her talk for hours, if given the chance.

"One of these terrible romance novels you had in your satchel," I admitted.

The smallest of smiles crept onto my face as she slapped her hand over her face in embarrassment.

"What are you doing going through my things?" She squeaked.

"I was bored."

"Do you ever sleep?"

"Not really."

She snorted a laugh at my response. Insomnia plagued me ever since I was young and living in the underground. Though, with her, sleep usually welcomed me. I got the best sleep whenever I was with her. The touch of her smooth skin, her sweet smell, the way she looked so peaceful. It felt like home. Listening to her steady breathing usually lulled me to sleep. Though, I usually woke before she did. Tonight was different. Too much was flooding my mind. Kenny... that bastard.

"How can you read these things?" I asked.

"It's nice to escape reality every now and then..."

I gave a small hum in response, casually flipping the pages. I glanced over to her, watching her chest raise and fall with every steady breath. She never did pry me for information. I liked that. It's like she's the only person who knows who I am. How I tick. She could read me. Seeing her out in the field after Kenny died... I needed her. I had to have her. Yet, she didn't ask questions.

"He was my uncle..." I murmured.

"What?"

"Kenny... turns out he was my uncle."

I felt her weight shift as she sat up next to me. My eyes remained on the book.

"Was he the one that attacked us in Trost...?"

"Yes."

I winced at the question. Kenny could have killed her if I had taken a fraction of a second longer to push her off that roof. She'd have a bullet in her skull, buried into the ground, instead of being here with me.