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Those simple, sweet kisses were only the beginning. They were only what we started with. They were a good start to be sure. They were soft and gentle, at least initially. But they soon evolved into something more.

And that something more led to something even further.

We'd both been hiding everything for so long. We couldn't hide it anymore, nor did we want to. Everything was assuredly going to come out tonight in a rush, unable to be stopped. He'd already told me that he wouldn't allow me to regret this. I'd be damned if I wasted this chance now. And when he so clearly wanted this as well...

Someone had to take charge. He was far too respectful, far too careful, to attempt to go any further than he thought I wanted to. For someone like him, for something like this, he was very unlikely to initiate anything.

I had to be the brave one. I had to make the leap.

And I was. I summoned my bravery and tilted my head to deepen the kiss. He went along with it easily and almost eagerly, seemingly more than happy to let me take the lead. And goodness, was I more than happy to take it.

Never had I kissed someone like this. Never had I been so excited to do it. Thinking of kissing other people had never been quite as exciting as this. Had I been on other dates? Yes. But never had myself and that other person forged a connection quite so beautiful, quite so strong, quite so exciting, as the one I shared with Levi.

I wanted to kiss no one else. I wasn't about to pass this opportunity up. And so, soon after, I took it a step further. I reached out with my tongue to swipe against his bottom lip before taking it tentatively between my teeth, taking in both the taste of his lips and the contented noise that slipped past his lips as I did it.

The noise that escaped him was low, something not unlike a groan, and I took that to mean that he liked it. With a gentle tug to his bottom lip, his mouth opened, and my tongue slipped inside once our lips met again. His hand trailed down from my cheek, drifting down my torso to rest against my waist, not that it stayed there long. It wound around my waist to sit on the small of my back. With his other still on my waist, he began to pull me closer.

His fingers dug into my waist, not enough to hurt but just enough to find purchase against my skin. His hand that had gone round to my back came back to my waist, both hands ducking under the sweatshirt – his sweatshirt – that I was wearing.

With the coolness of the autumn weather outside, the heaters were on in this building, making the sweater a rather bold decision. And with the rising fire stemming in my belly and the fiery feel of his skin against mine, it was probably a good idea for me to take it off... or for him to take it off for me.

My tongue scraped along the roof of his mouth, getting a hitched breath from him. He squeezed my waist, the bare skin of his palms against the soft skin of my waist a sharp contrast that made me want more.

I didn't want for him to just feel my skin under the sweater, and with only his hands. I wanted him to see me, all of me, and to feel me like no one had ever felt me before. And I wanted to feel him, as no one had ever felt him. 

I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want him to stop.

My hand ran up into his hair, running through his bangs to then settle against the buzzed section underneath on the back of his head. The other hand came to rest against his toned chest, then trailed down further to press against his abs through the fabric of his shirt. His hands came to grip the hem of the sweatshirt, then hesitated. Even in the kiss he hesitated, and at that I pulled away.

"What's wrong, Levi?"

Instead of answering right away, he sighed and let his forehead come to rest against mine. He closed his eyes, and I allowed my own gaze to drift downwards, to his hands that had by now let go of the sweatshirt and rest in his lap. "Is this what you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is this..." He cleared his throat, when next he spoke his voice was carefully paced, his tone trained to make him sound more sure than I knew he really felt. "Am I what you want?"

"Levi," I said, somewhat surprised, leaning away to see him better. 

My hands came to cup his cheeks, to guide him to look at me. I smiled at him as reassuringly as I could, though I'm sure there was a certain level of melancholy trapped within my eyes at the thought that he didn't think that I wanted him. 

"I'm sorry if I didn't make it obvious enough," I said as I leaned forward, planting a light kiss on his cheek, on skin still warmed with flush and the excitement from only moments ago. "I want this, and I want you. But I can stop, if this isn't... If I am not what you want."

"It is," he quickly said, then immediately backpedaled to clarify, his hands finding my waist as though to hold me in place. "You are, I mean."

My smile widened then, completely from relief. The melancholy was wiped from my eyes, replaced with nothing but pure, unadulterated relief. "Perfect, then." I pressed a light kiss to his lips, then eased back and got to my knees. His hands that had been loosely circled around my waist fell back towards his lap as I took the hem of the sweatshirt into my own.

Slowly, teasingly, I drew it up over my head and dropped it to the floor. His eyes didn't bother to follow after the article of clothing that he himself would never dare to toss to the floor. I smirked when I caught sight of his facial expression.

He looked, for lack of a better word, absolutely spellbound by the sight of my bare chest. And knowing that I was the one getting that kind of reaction from him, one that left him absolutely speechless, it was an incredible boost to my confidence.

"Are you just going to sit there and stare at them?"

Truth was, I was nervous. My heart was threatening to burst right through my chest. Was this too forward? Too daring? I'd never done this before. Was that too much to say? Would he respond well to it... or at all?

I didn't know the answer, which was terrifying in its own right. At least... he seemed to be enjoying the view.

He swallowed hard, then tore his eyes away from my chest to look into my eyes. Suddenly, there was a new fire in them, one that ignited them and made them seem sharper, darker. He looked hungry.

It was my turn to swallow then, to force my nerves down. There was no going back now. And I didn't want to.

When next his hands found my waist, it was to pull me into his lap. A quiet laugh escaped me as I got comfortable straddling his lap. His arms circled my waist and kept me close as our lips met again and again, now with far more hunger and greed than before.

I smiled into the kiss, letting my hands trail up his arms to press against his shoulders and finally to link behind his neck. The fabric of his shirt was soft against my bare chest, but it was not the kind of sensation I wanted to feel. And no longer did I think it was fair that only my chest was exposed.

I let one hand drift down to the hem of his shirt, tugging on it lightly before breaking from the kiss. "Don't you think you're a little overdressed?"

A smirk lifted his lips. "Weren't you the one to take the sweater off?"

"You weren't going to do it," I said, laughing lightly. "We wouldn't get anywhere if I left it up to you."

"And where exactly are we going?"

I rolled my eyes. "I think you know exactly where we're going. Or are you still unsure?"

With a smirk that would put even his to shame, I pulled him to me and let myself fall back onto the mattress. Naturally, he followed, connecting our lips once more. He settled himself between my legs, his hands bracing himself on either side of my head.

The friction of his hips against mine sparked a fire deep in my belly and I gasped against him. The slight break from the kiss gave him the chance to sit back on his heels. He wasted no time in taking his shirt off and I wasted no time in admiring him.

Perhaps Levi being rendered speechless by my chest wasn't such a farfetched reaction after all. I was certainly left searching for something, anything to say when met with the torso that I'd known was there but never thought I'd get the chance to see.

That wasn't entirely accurate. I'd seen him at the beach. I'd seen him at the pool. I'd seen his bare torso before. But holy shit. To see it like this, knowing that I could touch it, that I could feel him... it was different. And when his eyes searched my face for my reaction, he smirked. Because of course he did, the asshole.

Well, I couldn't just sit here speechless, now could I?

"Holy shit," were the first two words I could think to say. "God, you're perfect."

"You're not just going to look, are you?" He asked, throwing my own words back at me.

"Oh, shut up and get back down here," I said, kissing him again as soon as he was close enough.

Only this time, I allowed him to only just relax before catching him by surprise and rolling us over. I straddled his hips, continuing the kiss only with the intent to deepen it now that I was on top. I trailed my hands down his chest, ghosting over his abs and teasing a shuddering breath from him.

His hands, meanwhile, found their way to my hips, guiding them to grind against his own. I broke away from his lips only to kiss a trail along his jaw, down his neck, and to his collarbone. Luck was fortunately on my side because by her grace alone I was able to find a particularly sensitive spot of his.

When I enticed a sharp hiss from him with only the lightest of kisses, I smirked and began to kiss and suck and nibble at the spot. Before I could physically mark him, however, I drew away, directing my eyes up towards his face only to see his head turned away, his cheek pressed against the pillow.

"You don't mind if I make you mine, do you?"

"Keep going," came his breathy reply.

Hell, he must've been needier than I was if he was already so pliant. Still, I said nothing more and got to work, leaving behind a little reminder of me on his neck. Even this level of contact and attention seemed like too much for him, for when I leaned back to find another spot, his normally pale cheeks were flushed completely, with heat creeping even into his ears.

"So sensitive already," I cooed in a patronizing sort of way. "Are you sure you want to keep going?"

"Shut the hell up," he practically growled.

"What are you gonna do? Call me a brat? You'll have to do worse than that," I challenged, running my hands down his arms. I removed his hands from my hips, instead redirecting them to the bed above his head. His eyes opened, and I did what I could to permanently imprint the image of him like this into my mind, for what a sight it was.

Completely flushed with a coating of pretty blush, heaving with the effort it took to keep his breath steady, head pressed back into the pillow, eyes narrowed and darkened with lust and passion. 

He wanted this. And so did I.

To my delight, Levi took my challenge readily. Quicker than anything, he flipped us over one more and I bounced against the mattress with the force of it. The surprised gasp that escaped me was caught by Levi's lips as he pressed a chaste, quick kiss to my lips.

His lips then trailed a similar line to what I had done to him only minutes ago. Only his kisses were rougher, with far more teeth than I'm sure he intended right from the start. And yet the feeling was divine, the roughness somehow exactly what I wanted.

He was a bit less lucky than I was and didn't find that sweetest spot on my neck from luck alone. But he was damn determined to find it. His bangs tickled my neck as he searched, his lips reverent and cherishing with each kiss in hopes that each new spot would be my favorite one.

Finally, he did find it, and when he did, I gasped his name out. That sound seemed to encourage him as he left a bruise there. And when he had, when he no longer needed to use his teeth and suck on the spot, he kissed it gently as though to apologize.

His lips didn't linger there long. He slid back, kissing further down my chest to reach my breast. I sucked in a breath as he approached my nipple then finally took it into his mouth. "Oh, fuck," I groaned, pressing my head back against the pillow.

Never before had I felt something like this. And when his other hand came up to fondle my other breast, kneading and massaging it before rolling my nipple under his thumb, I could've screamed out in pleasure but held it back. I arched against him, wanting more, more, more...

And he was happy to provide it. When his mouth moved from one breast to the next, the hand that had been working on that one traveled downwards. His fingers ghosted across the skin of my stomach, the coldness of them shocking me. I sucked a sharp breath in, the chill of his fingers bringing goosebumps to my arms.

"Sensitive, aren't we?" He mocked once more, using my own taunts against me.

"Asshole," I muttered.

"Don't be a brat," he said, drawing away entirely from me. I propped myself up on my elbows to see what he was doing, only to have my eyes drawn to the sight of his hands approaching the lining of his pants in order to take them off. But of course, that's not all I could see.

My hungry eyes were focused only on the boner now on full display. When he realized I was watching, his hands stilled, and he crossed them over his chest. But my stubborn eyes refused to look at anything else.

That fucking thing was supposed to go in me? What I was most surprised by, I supposed, was the fact that he was clearly as eager as I was to do this. And to that end... I didn't care about the foreplay. We had the rest of our lives to make sweet love to each other. Right now, I just wanted him to fuck me, and hard.

...granted it would fit, anyway.

I followed his lead in beginning to undress, but unlike him, I didn't stop nor stall. I lifted my hips, keeping my eyes on his the entire time I slid my bottoms off. And when I laid before him completely nude, he once again seemed to forget how to function.

His eyes found mine, and something in them must have reassured or excited him because he was inspired to move again. He hurried out of his pants and the boxers followed after, stained through already with precum. Then to his bedside drawer he went, retrieving a condom.

"Prepared, weren't you?"

He glanced over at me as he slid the rubber from the wrapper. "I won't lie to you and say I didn't expect this to happen at some point."

I peered suspiciously at him. "How long?"

"We've both been ignoring what we felt for each other for years now," he said, beginning to roll the condom on, "but it wasn't until around senior year and I knew we'd be going to different colleges that I started to see you differently."

My smile grew a bit bashful. "You've thought of me... like this?"

His eyes met mine again, the look in them extremely, incredibly, amazingly earnest. "You've got a beautiful body, (Y/n). Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

That had me blushing furiously. Despite everything we'd done already, and what was to come... something about these words, the ones that were so overbearingly sweet yet remained genuine, that managed to make me nervous.

But... good nerves. Anticipation. The kind of nerves that had butterflies flying with reckless abandon in my stomach.

"You think I'm beautiful," I said, though with the inclination of a question.

"I do," he affirmed, clambering back onto the bed. He straddled my hips, planting his hands on either side of my head. I was completely caged in now, and yet... I'd never felt safer. He'd take care of me. He would cherish me. He would do... exactly what I needed from him.

And I would do the same for him, a hundred times over.

I took one of his wrists and guided his hand to my chest, to my heart, so he could feel the rapid beating of it. I smiled sheepishly up at him as recognition appeared in his eyes. "You should know," I began quietly, "this is my first time."

He lowered himself to press a kiss to my lips. "I'll take care of you," he said when he pulled away. "Don't worry, baby."

Baby. The first time he'd ever called me anything beyond my name or brat.

It had been somewhat shy, somewhat hesitant. He was adorable, especially as he lifted his hand from my chest to cup my cheek. "Are you ready?"

I nodded. "Have you done this before?"

"No," he answered. "But I think we can figure it out, no?"

I nodded once more. "Be gentle, please."

"I will," he assured me, reaching down with the hand that had been on my cheek to cup over my womanhood. He slid a finger between the folds, and even found it in himself to look impressed by what he felt. "This wet already for me?"

I pouted but wasn't to be outdone. I snaked a hand between us and curled my fingers around his dick, getting a strained hiss out of him. "This hard already for me?" The glare I got in return made me smile. "Come on, baby," I said teasingly. "Don't keep me waiting all night."

I set my hands on his shoulders, watching as he readied himself to enter me. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, my body tensing in anticipation for the pain that was sure to follow. Noticing immediately, Levi stilled, tilting his head back to look at me. "Relax, (Y/n)," he said. "It'll hurt, but I'll be as gentle as I can. Got it?"

"Got it," I repeated, a wad of nerves settling at the pit of my stomach. I must've still looked nervous because he reached up to kiss my jaw.

"Look at me," he instructed, and I did as told.

I could feel his tip at my entrance and even that seemed like so much and I sucked in a breath through my teeth. With one hand preoccupied down there, the other held him up against the bed as he readjusted to have his lips hover just over my own. He didn't say another word as he kissed me, the action taking over each and every single one of my senses. 

With my eyes closed, my other senses were heightened, and that was a damn good thing. The smell of his soap, fresh and clean from the shower as he was, mingled with the sweat of our bodies. The gentle smacking of our lips found my ears, along with the sounds of his hitched breath, so close to mine. On my tongue I tasted him, the fine notes of tea he'd had while I was in the shower.

And I could feel him, god could I feel him. His body atop my own was a welcome weight, this kiss was fervent and hungry and his bangs brushed against my skin with each movement he made and while I was distracted with the kiss, he sheathed himself entirely inside me and oh fuck did it feel good...

I moaned, the sound caught by his mouth. Levi let out a shuddering breath, breaking from the kiss to drop his head against my shoulder. "Levi," I said, his name the only thing I could think so say. "Levi, Levi please..."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes," I said. "God, yes!"

Being one with him like this... being connected entirely...

"You feel incredible," he said through a groan.

"Move," I instructed. "Please."

"Already?"

"Yes," I pressed. It was so much, it was too much, and yet not enough. I needed more. When a tear slipped from my eye and rolled down my cheek to the pillow, he pressed another kiss to my cheek.

Then he began to move. He took it slow at first, being mindful of how sensitive we both were. It was clumsy, it was awkward, and it was a mess of sloppy kisses and roaming hands and resplendent moans. But we quickly found a rhythm, and his thrusts were strong and hard, and he reached further inside me than I thought possible.

And then I got brave. 

Stupidly brave, sure, but brave nonetheless.

Taking him in a kiss, I rolled us over and I resettled, getting comfortable atop him. And this... with my weight now pushing him further inside me than before, meant that I was now host to a hell of a lot more pleasure than before. It seemed that Levi enjoyed it, too. His hands found my hips, pulling me down onto him further, if at all possible.

"Ah, fuck," he groaned. "You feel so fucking good." I lifted myself slightly, encouraged by his words, then dropped back down, getting a strangled moan out of him as he threw his head back to the pillow. "Shit, just like that!"

I bounced more, and more, and more, experimenting with circling my hips and rocking back and forth atop him, working more moans out of him. And damn, if he didn't moan prettily. There were low grunts and drawn-out moans and now, as we worked to our climaxes, his delicious noises all got breathier and louder and no longer did he attempt to hide them, to keep me from hearing them.

The sounds coming from below were nothing less than motivating and very soon I found myself approaching my release. I only knew it was coming because the fire roaring in my belly reached a fever pitch and I nearly screamed with all the pleasure that wracked through my body all at once.

When he finished, I only knew because of the shakiness of his breaths and the breathy whine that escaped him. And suddenly, all the everything I was feeling became nothing, and I was suddenly exhausted.

The only sound in the room was that of our shared breaths. We didn't need to speak, not after what we'd just done. His grip on my hips was tight, but just perfectly so. We were both left breathless and all but made stupid by the sheer bliss and euphoria we found ourselves in at the moment.

My palms were pressed to his chest, heaving still with the effort of catching his breath. His head raised up off the pillow, meeting my own, both slicked with sweat. His bangs were sticking to his cheeks, tickling my skin with every minute movement of his body.

His eyes, and my own, were still squeezed shut; we were both still seeing stars, there was no reason to have them open. My legs, keeping me in place straddled over his hips, were trembling. I could almost hear the rapid pace of his heartbeat, and I could feel my own go just as fast.

I opened my eyes first. I took a moment to just exist in that moment, to imprint this view into my memory. My eyes trailed slowly over his features; his cheeks darkened with blush, his sweat-slicked skin reflecting the moonlight prettily; and, when he finally opened them, his eyes half-lidded with so much love and lust that I could hardly believe that he was looking at me.

I mustered the energy to smile at him, to lift my head from his. He followed, for a moment, seemingly reluctant to let me go too far right now. I got the picture and leaned back in, bumping my forehead to his gently after running the fingers of one hand into his hair to draw his hair away from his forehead.

He was the first to speak, his voice little more than a rasp. "(Y/n), baby," he said, "you were perfect."

"So were you," I said quietly, my voice scratching at my throat. Not that I was surprised. I'd been screaming his name out only minutes ago. "Levi, you're so good." I laughed lightly, the breath ghosting delicately over his features as he gently lowered his head to the pillow. "I don't know what other words to say."

"I left you speechless, then?" He set one warm palm against my cheek as a smirk overtook his lips. I sat up so I could see him better as I nodded, though he didn't miss the way I rolled my eyes when his smirk grew. I turned my head to kiss his palm before turning back to look at him with a smile. My hand came up to cup his hand over my cheek.

"I'm going to get off," I told him.

"Be gentle, please," he requested, and I nodded.

I set both hands on his chest again and rolled my bottom lip into my mouth as I readied myself to get up, to let him out. He sucked in a breath in preparation, his hand on my cheek guiding me to him again. His lips found my own as my hips moved. He exhaled shakily into my mouth as I moaned lightly, immediately missing the feeling of him being inside me.

I threw my head back slightly once he was all the way out and all but collapsed back onto his chest. His arms were there to support me as he groaned out my name. My head fell onto his shoulder, and I whimpered lightly. "Mm, Levi," I sighed out, "you're amazing."

Silence followed for a few minutes before Levi regained enough energy to get up. Of course, Levi was still Levi, and he did not want a mess left on his bed. Slowly and carefully, I eased off of him and got off the bed. The sudden weightlessness and now being tossed back to earth meant that my legs were shaky, and I stumbled immediately. Levi was there to help me up immediately, chuckling lightly as he did. 

"I'll run you a bath," he said.

"I want to help you clean up," I protested.

"Relax," he said, taking me into his arms. He hefted me up, ignoring my complaints, then carried me to the bathroom. "I'll take care of it."

I giggled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, baby."

Sure enough, he did run me a warm bath and while I relaxed for a few moments and cleaned up, he changed the sheets and spent some time working the newly acquired stains out. And then, finally, when I got out and dried off, he took a quick shower after I did.

He wouldn't be comfortable going to sleep if he wasn't clean, and I wasn't going to stay all hot and sticky, either.

But when we crawled into bed together, wordlessly agreeing to cuddle under the covers, it seemed that we had only been asleep for a few minutes before his 4 A.M. alarm went off. He groaned and turned it off, and I laughed quietly before adjusting to get more comfortable in his arms. 

"So," I mused, "are we going to the gym, then?"

"Shut the hell up and go to sleep," he muttered. Stifling my smile against his neck, I closed my eyes again and relished in the feeling of his arms around me, and of our naked bodies pressed together under the covers. 

This was, I realized, exactly where I wanted to be. And I never wanted to leave.

Note: hello, loves. so, you might have realized that today is Wednesday (at least where I am), which isn't one of our usual update days. however... it's the season of giving, and it's written to completion anyway, and you readers are lovely and give me so much support and as such, I'm changing the update schedule.

for the month of December, I will be updating this story every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, at least until the 24th (Christmas Eve). after that, I'll be taking a short break for the holidays and will be back on January 3rd.

so, that's fun!

anyway, I want it known that this chapter was completed on september 15th. and something incredible happened. I think it was on like september 22 (that's when my screenshot is from, anyway, and I forget what chapter it was on) of user mochadragoon offering their prediction for when the smut chapter would happen and essentially they said they'd be teasing each other before it happened, even before they get married and into a relationship. and again, I reiterate: this chapter was written and completed A WEEK EARLIER. 

so you, my friend, guessed it completely correctly and I found it hilarious.

anyway, that's all for now. thank you all so much for reading, and thank you for all the support! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. see you all in the next one, and I love you all lots!