Crack of Sunlight (Ereri/Riren)

•~Chapter Twenty Two~•

"So...I should tell you that Alex is coming early tomorrow morning to move out the rest of her stuff," Levi was telling Eren on a Saturday night a few weeks later. They were lying across one of the couches with soft music playing, Levi resting on Eren's chest with his eyes not so much on the brunet's face as they were on his neck, inspecting the dark love marks he'd been making only moments ago. They were both void of shirts and had been 'working on it' as they said they would. This time had gone a lot farther than the past couple of times. Levi was learning his limits and expanding them at the same time; Eren was careful as ever, always afraid he was hurting or triggering him. Still, he could see the improvement. Slowly but surely, Levi was breaking himself free of those traumatic memories of his aunt, whether he realized it or not. Nothing made Eren happier than knowing he could help with that.

"How early?" he asked, absently tracing random lines on Levi's bare back. He was still in a pool of bliss from the sensation of Levi's warm mouth teasing and nibbling at the sensitive skin of his neck, from his fingers seeking out the sensitive areas on his body and toying with them. His jeans were still unzipped from it.

"Eight."

The brunet sighed in disappointment. "Too early," he grumbled.

"Hmph, don't be a brat," Levi murmured, kissing his jaw.

"But I like to sleep in on my days off."

"Tch, it's not like the shop opens early, idiot." Eren playfully stuck his tongue out at Levi, who raised a brow. "Careful. One day you'll get that thing bitten off."

Eren's face twisted into a look of disgust; Levi chuckled as he buried his face in the crook of his neck.

"Eight is still too early," Eren grumbled.

"Is someone grumpy when he doesn't get enough sleep?" Levi teased.

"Shut up," Eren muttered.

Alex showed up at 8 AM sharp the next morning, waking both the males up prematurely and earning grumpy retorts from both of them.

"So I'm leaving the bed and the dresser," she announced once they were dressed and ready, but still somewhat irritable, especially Eren. "And I need to sort everything in the closet and under the bed..."

"At least let me eat breakfast first," Eren grumbled.

"Hey, it's not my fault you didn't wake up in time." She sauntered into the room and pulled the closet door open to peer inside at the dusty boxes and what looked like junk to anybody but Alex herself. "On second thought, go ahead and go eat. I can sort this stuff myself. But I will need help carrying what's left down to the car."

Eren practically fled to the kitchen and began scouting around. He smiled in delight upon finding an unopened box of Pop Tarts in the cabinet next to the fridge. Just as he started to peel it open, a pale hand snatched them from him.

"Hey!" he complained.

"I swear, Eren, you are such a child." Levi replaced the blue box on the shelf and went to the fridge, a pouting Eren watching him. "How about some real breakfast, no?"

"Pop Tarts are real."

"Tch. Just get me a mixing bowl, will you?"

Sighing, Eren reached above the fridge for said bowl. He also fished out a pan, knowing Levi was going to make omelets by the ingredients he'd fished from the fridge. He watched Levi's lithe, expert fingers crack eight eggs into the bowl and discard the shells in the trash. He mixed them quickly, his hands damn near a blur yet not spilling a drop. He then removed the vegetables from their produce bags and handed the green bell pepper to Eren.