Alyssa Jones and her best friend Sarah are soldiers in the Survey Corps. During an exhibition outside of the walls Alyssa encounters a titan who leaves her with an unexpected strange power. All the while, she's trying to keep her illegal sexual rela...
I should be doing work today. But I wake up next to you and that makes me want to slack off. You have a way of making me do stupid things like that.
You're turned the other way so I climb over you to find your eyes still shut and your breathing still deep. I get out of bed and get some comfortable clothes on. I don't usually like to sleep naked but you do it. So I guess I do it too because I like to be naked in bed with you.
It's another clear day outside. Looks like it'll be a good summer this year.
I go to the hall's kitchen and boil the kettle. I make you tea every morning that you stay over. I don't remember when I started doing it but I enjoy it. I see the appreciation on your face and it makes my stomach feel all warm.
I make the tea and take it back to my room. I think I shut the door a bit too loud because you stir and wake up. I sit on the bed and you smile at me. I love the way you smile at me in the mornings. You rub your eyes, stretch and sit up. Your hair is a bird's nest.
'Morning.' You say, your voice is a little rough. I hand you the tea cup. You bring it close to your face, gently closing your eyes to feel the steam on your face.
You take a sip and open your eyes again. You're squinting at me and I don't know why.
'What is it? Are you constipated or something?' I ask you. You know I'm joking.
'Your hair is getting long.' You reply. I suddenly become more aware of it. I feel the ends of my black locks and realise that they are a little long. I usually cut my own hair so it's always a little shoddily done.
'I can cut it for you if you want.' You offer. I shrug my shoulders with a nod.
'Sure.'
I get off the bed and start a bath. I also don't like baths. I think they're a waste of water. But you like them, so every now and then I'll start a bath for you and we'll get in together and fuck around. I go back into the bedroom and lean on the wall.
You're really pleasing to look at.
'Got something on my face?' You ask, loudly. You caught me gazing at you.
'No. But your breath fucking stinks. Go brush your teeth.' I say. You know I'm joking. It's almost a way of saying I lo-
In the bath you swivel me around so you're sitting behind me. The sound of the scissors and the feeling of you touching my hair makes me feel sleepy for some reason. I think it's because it reminds me of when my mother used to cut my hair as a child. I rest my face on my hand as you carefully snip away at my hair. Every now and then you'll stop cutting to comb my hair through. Sometimes you'll trace lines down my neck with your fingers. Sometimes you place a trail of gentle but passionate kisses down my spine. And then you go back to cutting away at my hair. When you're done I swivel around again to face you. I hold your delicate face in my hands and kiss you. You smile at me and my heart flutters in my chest.
We kiss a little more. Your lips are so soft. The bath water is steaming but it soon cools. You're leaning against me, reading your book. Our legs are all intertwined. My arms wrap around your front, under your boobs and I read over your shoulder. You read faster than me so I can't always keep up with the book. I like to rest my chin on your shoulder. Our cheeks press together and I can smell you. You smell amazing. I like relaxing with you.
We spend the day making love and chatting and doing stupid shit, all in my bedroom because we can't go outside together. I never spend days like this because it would usually feel like a waste. But I actually enjoy it with you. I also make you do some cleaning, because otherwise you'd be more than happy to stay in a pig-sty.
When it comes to night, you force me to sleep. At least, for more than 3 hours at a time. But tonight, it's a bad dream. There's no one by my side. I've been fighting, but I feel too tired to be fighting. It's raining. I hate the rain. I see the face of my friend Farlan. I wake up sweating. It's dark and I clench my jaw as hard as I can to stop the prickly tears from running down my face. I shake my head and turn over to see you fast asleep beside me. I put my head down next to yours on the pillow. And I extend my arm over your torso. I look at your peaceful face as I wait for sleep to claim me again. But your eyes flutter open. I feel guilty that I woke you up.
'Levi...' You whisper and extend your embrace, bringing your body in to hug me. 'You're so cold... and you're trembling.' You say that as if I don't know.
'I had a dream about... my past...' The words fall out of my mouth in a whisper and I can't stop them in time. You're warm. You stroke my hair and hug my head into your chest. I want to be with you, the way you are with me. But the only thing I know I can do is protect you when I can.
You once told me to wake you whenever I would struggle with sleep. I'll never understand where your infinite amount of patience comes from. On the days that I can't get back to sleep no matter what, I wake you up and you help me sleep. Different things work on different days but you always seem to know what to do. You always stay with me. Most of the time you'll chat with me for a bit and we'll fall back to sleep in each other's embrace. But one time nothing would work and I had stayed up for hours, unable to fall back to sleep. It was agonising and I nearly just gave up trying in favour of getting some work done. But I woke you up and you just immediately gave me a hand-job and, surprisingly, that did the trick. Never would have thought of it myself, but you just seem to know what I need. And I should probably get around to thanking you for that.
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[A/N: A short little thing for the hell of it! Got a longer one coming soon! x]
