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bloody hands: chapter five.
falling asleep wasn't hard, but waking up was. y/n hears the gentle click of the door and flutters her heavy eyes open, looking around.
one, she registers hange standing there looking like she's seen a ghost but with a large smile plastered on her face.
and two, she sees that she's still very much pressed against levi — his hold has gotten tighter, actually — but she doesn't mind the warmth and the way his face is nuzzled in her neck.
she faces the cause of her annoyance, giving hange a simple blank look to which they nod and run out of the room, quietly closing the
door. seconds later, she heard the squeals and rolled her eyes.
sighing, she shuts her eyes and tries to fall asleep again, and it's very much easy to do so.
she can feel herself dozing off but once she looks at the time, she decides it's useless to try and sleep for fifteen more minutes.
instead, she decides to lay there and wait till levi wakes up so they can start getting ready. her sleepy mind clears, she as seconds pass by, she realises both of them managed to sleep through the nightmares and uneasiness of their darkness.
it sends her into a state of relaxation, she feels calm and that's what matters. hopefully, levi will be the same when he wakes up.
she blinks as he shuffles slightly, bringing her closer which she wasn't aware was possible given their position — there's no space between them, she can see, alright.
" don't go..."
was he talking in his sleep? or was he awake? if he was, he must be aware of the position he has put her into? put himself into.
getting caught by hange in such a state is already bad enough, she hopes they won't blab around about it.
" ....levi? "
he hums against her neck, " morning. " she sighs softly, the graze of his lips against her skin is real, but she knows he just loves doing that.
it always leaves her weak in her knees, but she won't ever address his habit. it's like digging her own grave.
" hange came in. "
" i saw. woke up because of them. " he grumbled, " i don't want to get up. " she tries not to smile at the whiny tone in his voice. so he was going to be like this when he gets a good rest, she bites her lip.
