Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Apocalypse

A relaxing moment accompanied by your favorite song.

"You make me weak."

Lavender scented bubbles caressed your skin before gently disappearing after being touched by the soft wind. Candles casted light upon the dark room filled with soothing aura and warm glow.

Lips colliding like violent supernovas, tongues clashing, silent whimpers and soft moans echoed through the room, along yours and Levi's favorite music. The hot makeout session making your eyes droopy, high, filling hearts with euphoria.

In the middle of the white, ivory tub full of love, passion and sparkles, sat you and your boyfriend. Naked, yet covered within each other's embrace.

Your lips my lips, apocalypse.