Detective Levi x Reader - Vintage fic

Chapter Eleven - I'm in the mood for love (first kiss)

[IT'S HAPPENING]

"Levi, I'm so sorry for coming so late at night".

I stand at the door, him wearing a robe on top of, possibly, his pajamas. Maybe I should have waited until tomorrow, but my heart was racing with anxiety.

"Can you come in?" He asks.

Can I? I think to myself. It's no good for a lady to be in a man's room. But I know Historia won't gossip about it to anyone except Ymir. And Ymir barely talks to anyone.

I look around. There's nobody else awake on the floor. "Yes, I guess I can".

Levi steps back so I can enter the room. The radio is on, low volume. I scent jasmine and see an empty teacup by his nightstand.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, his expression slightly worried, probably because I crashed in here late at night.

"Oh, not really. I just- I made something for you and felt like-"

I show him the box I brought, my hands trembling in the movement. I don't know why I feel so nervous. Nor why I had to come so late at night.

"I just felt like I needed to see you".

He accepts the box, although having no idea what's going on.

"I've heard you're the reason Erwin paid the families who work at the factory. I know you threatened him, right after I talked to you and Hange". I try to breathe, I can't calm my heart. "S-so I made you a gift. I didn't have any other way of repaying you".

Levi opens it, analyzing it carefully. His eyes widen when he takes out the box a frilly tie I made him, in the same style he likes to wear. There's also a brand new silk tissue for his collection. Both with embroidery and his initials.

"You shouldn't have. I just did what I thought was right".

"Did you-" I can't stop stuttering. I'm alone in a man's room without knowing how I'm feeling about everything that has happened. "Did you do it for me?"

I feel so silly. Who am I to assume that?

"Yes" He says, closing the box and putting it gently by his nightstand.

I feel dizzy. He did it for me. I try to recompose myself, although feeling like I'm going to lose it somehow: "Well, did you like it?"

"It's perfect. And I don't use this word for anything".

He takes only the tissue and sits on an armchair. Then analyzes what I did.

"I believe everyone is at least good at one thing. It's what shows their worth" Levi takes a breath, looking at the silk tissue carefully, feeling the stitches with the tip of his fingers. "You're good at so many things, Y/N. You're valuable".

I'm in the Mood for Love by Julie London is playing on the radio. It makes my heart ache. I think about his cologne. I see the dim light brightening his jawline and neck. I feel warmth irradiating my body. My heart is pumping too strong, so strong I'm afraid he might hear it.

I think I'm in love with him.

I'm so deeply in love with him that it's taking a toll on my body.

"Sometimes I think this city is too small for you. I believe you're built for something bigger".

I love him so intensely I feel like crying. My eyes get teary and I try my best to hold back. It doesn't help the way he's talking about me. May sound like a monotonous note, but no one has said these words to me.

"I wonder if you have bigger dreams".

I take two steps closer and lean forward to him. He gets back on his armchair. "W-What are you doing?" I'm so flustered, but all I can do is go on. His eyes are surprised, but not rejecting me.

"I wanted to kiss you".

Levi reaches my cheek with his hand. His lips are a bit closer now.

"Why?"

"Because the way you talked about me made me feel appreciated. I feel seen" My hand caresses his neck, just like he kept caressing my cheek, slowly. "So I felt like kissing you. May I?"

"Ok".

I feel comforted to see he's as nervous as me. I kiss him, just barely touching our lips as if to let him get used to the idea. He tilts his head, coming closer. I feel hands sliding through my waist, then pulling me to sit on his lap.

The instant our lips touch each other, I know I will never be ready to go away. I caress his neck, going up to his hair, feeling the texture of his undercut with the tip of my fingers. His hair is silky, so smooth and clean.

I feel his tongue gently trying my lips. I open them, letting him in. He tastes like the jasmine tea he just drank before going to bed.

My hands travel to his shoulders. He feels so tiny and slim under me. But his hands grab my waist so strongly. Our lips never leave, I can barely breathe. He's so strong.

I feel my body heating with his tongue caressing mine. It feels so good. Our mouths open widely and moans escape from us.

He gently pushes me away for a while: "W-we should...You should...G-go home..." I get up, embarrassed. "Before we d-do something reckless..."

Levi also gets up, a nervous wreck just like I feel: "I mean I'm not a man who can't control himself, but I really can't have people saying mean things about you".

"Yes, I think you're right".

I grab my purse and brush my hair with my fingers. I'm feeling so confused, not being sure if he liked it.

"Well, t-then-" It's hard to think or speak. "Good night..."

Levi takes my hand. I look at him, feeling more conscious than a second before. "I'll be seeing you. I promise".

I breathe relieved. He opens the door to me. Before he can close it, I call him.

"Levi?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"Guess this was one of my big dreams".

— — —

She's brave. Never have I ever seen a woman making a bold move like that. It took me time to understand what she was up to. Never would I think a woman like Y/N would take interest in me, though I felt my feelings growing towards her.

Never have I thought I could feel like this again.

But this time I've got to be fast. My slow pacing is for sure what made Petra go away.

Never have I been kissed like that.

I don't like being touched. But her lips were soft and warm. I touch my own, trying to feel her heat with the tip of my fingers. That kiss made something melt inside me. I don't feel my common irritation anymore. I didn't want her to leave.

I like the way she speaks and moves. I like how she makes her tea and how she cleans up. Her voice makes me feel at ease. I'd like to spend a night with her, not even sexually, although I'll be thinking about it too. But just reading together until we're asleep would be enough.

She's someone I can see myself married to.

[Song from title: I'm in the mood for love, Julie London]