Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Fools

His heart has made a song for you, as you follow his lead and sway along its beat.
Genre: Fluff.

"Why are we here?"

It's finally sunset. The subtle Autumn breeze is sneaking through the narrow gap in between the rustic window of their cozy apartment. Fall was the prettiest season, indeed. Providing people with the sense of warmth and crisp, plus the joy of sipping a pumpkin spice latte or a hot chocolate.

You just finished showering, the fine scent of the Vanilla body wash has softly wandered across every room, and it eventually reached your lover, who fell in love a little bit more as he recognized one of his favorite scents.

Every scent becomes his favorite as long as it is on you.

After drying a bit, you carefully walked out of the bathroom, with droplets of water softly trickling down your bare skin, and ending up on the towel. You were careful not to slip, because you know it would hurt, and Levi would get mad. . . not at you, but he'd get mad if you fall.

Not if you fall for him.

Levi stood up, a thin smile painted across his face as he approached the dainty scent that cruised upon every inch of the room. You were everything he wanted, but you after a shower were everything and more.

"God, I think I fell in love." he murmured as he softly buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

You chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on his temple while gently running your fingers through his undercut. "Are you saying that you did not love me for the past five years of our lives?"

He guided you towards the corner of the room where the turntable, and a bunch of your collection of records sat; A glimmer of light escaping your eyes as his slender fingers came in contact with your favorite one.

"I love you even more."

He carefully placed the vinyl onto the platter. The sweet harmony starting to resonate against everything, even you. Heartbeats and harmonies are all that is left to hear inside the place. A naughty giggle escaped your mouth as you sway in front of your lover.

He chuckled, staring into your eyes, as music enveloped you both in a warm mood. Life was a ballroom, and he's not a dancer. But he swore, he could waltz to the beat of your heart, if it would mean having the chance to dance with your being for a lifetime and more.

"You really love this, don't you, baby?"

You bit your lip, trying to resist a smile, but you just can't. Not if it is because of him.

"Mhm."

"May I have this dance?" he asked, offering his hand as he flashes one of his captivating smirks. When you started dating, you swore that seeing him smile was so magical, and you often wished you could dream of it.

You kissed him swiftly, smiling as your lips gently collide. His lips are soft, subtly glazed with the flavor of his favorite black tea— intoxicating.

"Your lips are mine."

He chuckled, gently swaying you along the music. You swore, he wasn't a dancer, but you would take his hand at every chance you would get.

"I am all yours." he said, letting you twirl as the towel loosened, slowly slipping from your body, leaving you naked in front of him.

You didn't stop dancing, falling in love even more than you could ever imagine, and Cupid couldn't stop staring at your figures. The breeze is waltzing with your bodies while fragile leaves slowly surrendered into the wind. Darkness slowly creeps in along with the moon as they witness art, forming once again.

"Our love is real."