𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂, levi ackerman 18+

Steam, One

A few hours passed as you walked back into your bedroom with bright eyes, your stretching your arms with a sigh.

You opened the windows in your room, smiling as a fresh breeze greeted you back. You heard as the shower started in the bathroom: as if warning you that Levi was in there.

You knocked twice on the wooden door, "Levi? Is that you?"

He ran the water through his hair, scoffing with a shake of the head, "No. It's Saint Nick." He called out back to you as your eyes rolled, "Obviously it's me.."

"Well, sorry I asked.." You sighed with a hint of a smile, "Can I come in? I left my book in there after I had a bath last night."

"The doors unlocked."

You nodded subconsciously before walking in, instantly walking over to the window to allow some air into the steaming room.

The shower was on heavy; the steamed glass made Levi's body barely visible to see - all you could glance at were outlines and shadows, as well as the water that dripped down the separator.

You swallowed.

You dusted off your dress as you felt your cheeks begin to burn: you blamed it on the warmth of the running shower.
You felt your feet become glued to the floor as you shook your head adamantly, beginning to look around for your book.

Your eyes peered under the sink, then with the towels.

You exasperated sighed, desperate to know what happens next in the story but slowly realising that your book had apparently 'ceased to exist'.

You glanced back at the shower: remembering that you had opened the window..

Most of the steam against the mirror and shower had disappeared, making Levi now almost completely visible. You swallowed once more, your e/c eyes narrowing down your boyfriends structured body - everything completely in sight from the hips-up.

You adjusted your clothes, feeling a little more stuffy as water ran down his chest and stomach, watching him run his fingers through his soaking, raven hair.

He parted his lips, "Have you tried looking above the cabinet?" Levi called out, snapping you back into reality as your eyes tightly closed shut.

"No, I'll look now."

You sighed, searching wherever he said as you tried your best to avert your eyes.

"No," You shook your head, "It's not there. I could've sworn I left it-!"

He sighed, "Have you tried in the laundry basket?"

You turned around, finally making eye contact with him as your pupils rolled to the back of your head, "Why would I have left it in the laundry basket?"

He smirked, "It seems like something stupid enough for you to do."

Your eyes rolled once more, shaking your head before doing as he said. You turned your back to him, bending down to pull out the laundry basket.

You lifted the lid, beginning to search through clothes for your book. Your fingers moved different clothes out of the way, your lips pressed tightly together; you leaned further in, feeling your clothes tighten around your hips, waist and thighs as you searched.