Forever and Always

Chapter 62 - Push it Away

"Babe?" I heard Levi murmur into my ear, and I tensed up for a moment as I came to, before remembering where I was. "Baby, wake up."

"Hmm?" I hummed, opening my eyelids enough to see a fully clothed Levi, kneeling on his bed and shaking my shoulder.

"Your mom wants you, me and Petra over. She wants us to get to know your brother a little bit and get some wedding planning done."

"Mhm," was all I could muster the strength to say while he rubbed my forehead gently, brushing loose strands from it.

"Note to self: no cock rings on weekdays. C'mon, Eren. Up."

I snapped upright at his words. "Wait what time is it?"

"Ten thirty."

"Holy shit! Take me to school. You and Petra need to go meet my brother, but I swear if I miss another day of school I'm pretty much screwed. I can't just ditch every single day."

"Nope. You can go tomorrow when you can actually walk."

I glared at him and swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing up on my wobbly knees. "Excuse me, who the fuck said I couldn't-" I tried to take a step and my knees buckled, leaving me in a puddle on the floor. "Oh," I giggled lazily, reaching for his bedframe to pull myself back up.

"Yeah, oh is right, bitch."

"Don't call me a bitch, bitch," I clapped back, standing and carefully stepping over to kiss him.

"You're the one that takes it," he smirked, referring to several previous arguments we had had on the matter.

"Yeah, cuz you can't handle my monster cock," I joked, shoving his shoulder. "Do I look okay?" I asked.

"You look like you were just nailed to a wall."

"What?"

"Babe, I love you, but damn, we need to fix this."

"Wow, ouch," I scoffed.

"It's mostly your hair. It looks very, well-grabbed," he muttered, clearing his throat.

"Oh. Wanna braid it?"

"No. I don't," he laughed, sitting down at the foot of his bed and pulling me with him. "But I'll put it up for you. In pigtails."

"How about no? How about "that's the worst idea I've heard all day?" How about cockrings on weekdays was a better idea than that?"

"Oh whatever," Levi snorted. "Just gimme the brush." I shuffled towards the dresser, retrieving the hairbrush and passing it to him. "Sit down. You know I can't reach you when you're all stand-y and shit."

"Standy? Okay. Where do you want me to sit?" I asked when Levi sat at the edge of the bed.

"On your knees, bitch," he snickered, and I gently backhanded his shoulder and lowered myself onto my knees in front of my fiancee. He started trying to work the brush through my snarled hair, eventually giving up and starting with a small strip of my hair, working the brush through it until it could glide through without an issue. "You have so much hair," he muttered.

"More to be grabbed," I snorted, a thought crossing my mind that I realized I could use for incessant teasing against Levi until the end of time. "So how's Jean?" I asked, smirking, though he couldn't see the expression I was wearing.

"I dunno. It's been a while, but last time I talked to him, he was doing okay. Why? You have his number. You should reach out to him if you wanna know how he is."

"I do reach out to him, he's just busy a lot. He got a job. Wanna know who else I reached out to?"

"Who?"