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“Cheers!” Connie yells in a voice that is probably too loud for the small bar at the western edge of Marley that you had all congregated in. The glare that Levi shoots him from across the table tells you that he agrees. He raises his glass anyway, clinking against Armin's on his right and Jean's on his left.
The little table can barely fit all of you - the last remnants of the Paradis Scouting Regiment, plus two. Pieck, Reiner, and Annie are squished in between you and Armin on your left with Connie, Mikasa, and Onyankapon seated in between you and Jean. You are seated directly across from Levi which means you can see him wince when Connie bellows, “To the completion of the restoration efforts!” and sloshes the majority of his beer over the rim of his glass in his enthusiasm, adding to the stickiness already rampant in the establishment.
You fight your own wince at the statement. The efforts have officially been declared finished but you know that Marley is still not completely restored. You're not sure it ever will be despite the community's best efforts. Connie's celebration is not totally unfounded, though. The city - and the world as a whole - have come a long way in the year post-Rumbling. The rubble and ash has been cleared and the bulk of rebuilding is through. Emotional scars and political wounds will take longer to heal but you've always known that that would be the case.
As you catch Levi's eye across the rickety table, you can't help but think that the same observation can be applied to him. The wounds on his face have faded to dull pink lines, he can walk with the aid of a cane now - though his knee still occasionally gives him grief so he often uses his wheelchair for longer outings, like tonight - and he has learned to function without the use of all fingers. For all intents and purposes, he appears to be fully healed but you know there are deeper wounds that will take more time. Warmth bubbles in your stomach at the thought that regardless of how long it takes, you wouldn't mind waiting at his side, where it feels like you have always been and always belonged.
You give your head a little shake and tune back into the larger conversation at hand just in time to hear Connie exclaim, “We should all celebrate with a little treat for ourselves!”
Reiner's brow furrow, “Like what?” He asks.
“You know, something we've been wanting or missing! We've hardly had any time to ourselves this past year but now that we're done, we can indulge in the little things again.” Connie rests his chin in his hand, staring into space with a dreamy look on his face.
You take the bait, “So how will you be treating yourself, then?”
Connie brightens instantly, “I'm going to go to the local animal shelter we set up a few months ago and I'm going to pet every dog these grubby hands can touch.” He flexes his fingers dramatically.
The suggestion is so ridiculous, you almost want to laugh but he's so sincere that you smile warmly instead. “That sounds great, Connie. A perfect celebration for you.”
“I'd like to see the ocean.” Armin chimes in, “Really see it and explore you know?”
“I also want to see the ocean.” Annie murmurs directly into the mug that she is gripping with two sets of white knuckles.
“What?” Reiner turns to Annie with a confused frown stretching his face, “In all of the years I've known you, you've never once expressed any desire to-” he cuts off with a pained grunt, caused by Jean's swift kick to his shin under the table.
“That works out perfectly, then.” Jean states loudly. He looks pointedly at Reiner and he continues, “Armin and Annie can go to the ocean. Together.”
For a minute, you're afraid that Reiner will continue to question Annie's sudden interest in the sea but his face morphs slowly from lost confusion to dawning understanding and he keeps his mouth shut. It feels like the whole table breathes a sigh of relief.
“I'd like to go back to Paradis.” Mikasa says quietly, “Back to Shiganshina. I want to see the tree where we. . .” She trails off, blinking rapidly and turning her face to the side.
Something in your heart twists at her simple wish. You all carry emotional trauma but none as harrowing as Mikasa's. You’d like to think that healing is just a matter of time for all of you but part of you already knows that Mikasa never truly will.
Jean slowly slides a hand on top of hers, resting on her lap. He speaks with gentleness that you didn’t know he was capable of, “I'd like to go home too. See where my house once stood. Visit Historia maybe.”
Mikasa nods wordlessly and leans into Jean's shoulder. You wonder how long that has been going on. You catch Levi's eye and raise a questioning brow. He merely shrugs in response.
The conversation drifts on - Reiner says he wants to take Gaby and Falco to a carnival a few towns over, Pieck's wish is to learn to knit so she can make her own sweaters, Onyankapon considers taking up sailing, and Levi refuses to answer.
When the question is turned on you, you freeze momentarily, thinking of all the many things that you have wanted and wished for over the past year, things that are lost forever and things that you believed you would never have again. Mostly, you are desperately trying to avoid the thought that your biggest desire is currently sitting across from you, scowling at every scratch and stain on the table like they’ve personally offended them. With his inclination toward cleanliness, they probably have. Suddenly you know exactly what you want. You desperately want to replace the look with a smile. You'd trade the world to see him happy and healthy and yours.
You can't fully admit that yourself, let alone everyone else, so you take a deep breath and push it all back down. You look up with a grin, “There was this bakery that we went to when we first came to Marley. Do you remember it? Sasha had to be physically restrained by these two bozos,” you jerk your thumb over towards Jean and Connie who are sporting bittersweet smiles at the memory. “Anyway,” you press on, “they sold these things - candied apples I think they were called - and they looked absolutely divine. I didn't have time to try one then but I've always wanted to. The bakery was destroyed in the Rumbling though, so I think I missed my chance.” You let out a dramatic sigh to sell the story.
“Nah,” Onyankapon claps you on the back, “You can find candied apples plenty of other places, never fear, my friend.”
“Good to know,” you smile at him and then turn to the table at large, “Next round is on me!”
A cheer goes up around the table and the night drifts forward, conversations getting less serious, and much harder to follow due to the flowing alcohol, as the time passes.
Eventually, you find yourself walking Levi home, just as you've done every night since he found an apartment and settled here. At first, it was because he needed help with simple tasks as he learned to adjust to his wheelchair. He stopped needing that help long ago. You tell yourself you kept coming out of a force of habit. You almost succeed in convincing yourself that it has nothing to do with the silly crush you've been nursing since you joined the scouts all those years ago.
The space between the two of you is completely silent but it is a comfortable silence - one born of years of trust and companionship. You hum softly to yourself as you fill his kettle and set it on the stove, turning the gas on with a flick of your wrist. Next, you pull his favored tea leaves out of the box next to the sink and grab a well-loved teacup from a high cupboard. With nothing to do now except wait for the water to boil, you turn your attention back to Levi.
He's still in his wheelchair, back turned to you, watching the fireflies twinkle beyond the window behind the kitchen table.
“Levi?” You ask.
He grunts in response.
You roll your eyes at the back of his head but attempt to make conversation with him anyway, “You never answered Connie's question.”
He sighs, “What question?”
“The one about how you'd treat yourself now that the bulk of our work is finished.”
“It's never finished.”
“Yes, I'm aware. But I don't think it's so wrong to celebrate the little victories. To give yourself small rewards.”
“Like candied apples.”
Your face flames at the reminder of your less than honest response. You clear your throat, “Yes, like candied apples.”
Levi sighs again, “I don't have anything like that.”
“No?” You question, “No fancy tea blends? Or specialized cleaning supplies?” He shoots you a glare over his shoulder but you giggle and continue, “No foods you want to try or places you want to see?”
“No.” His voice is gruff but still you press on.
“Come on Levi, there's got to be something you want. Some kind of guilty pleasure or secret desire that you've always wanted to indulge in.”
He says your name sharply. Then, “There's nothing like that for me. Nothing I can have anyway.”
The last sentence is directed to the floor in a whisper-quiet voice but you still catch it. “Oh?” You grin smugly and approach him with steady even steps, “So there is something you want, you just don't think you can have it.”
“Drop it.” His tone is firm and might have scared you off a few years ago. These days you know that he's mostly bark with very little bite.
You round his wheelchair and move to stand in front of him, “What could it be that makes you so defensive?” You tap your chin in thought, “Is it something embarrassing?”
Levi whispers your name darkly.
“Oh maybe it's something childish or overly sweet? Something unexpected for a man so serious?”
He repeats your name with considerably more urgency.
You don't stop, “Maybe it's something to do with a really strange hobby. Oh, or maybe-”
“It's you.”
You blink at him dumbly, sure you've misheard or misunderstood. “Pardon?” you ask.
Levi gives his eyes another roll before looking you dead in the eye. “It's you.” He repeats, then elaborates, “It's you that I want. That I've wanted. That I wish I could indulge in. It's always been you.”
You barely have the mental capacity to wonder if you've finally lost your goddamn mind and you certainly have no ability to provide any kind of response. The silence stretches on for just a moment too long.
Levi turns his head away with a huff and grumbles, “Are you happy now?”
“I'm sure I will be once I regain the ability to think.” Your breathing has picked up and you can feel your heartbeat fluttering in your throat as you try to comprehend what you just heard. You find yourself fixated on one thing in particular though, “God, Levi, did you really think you couldn't have me? I've been more yours than my own for I don't even know how long at this point.”
At that, Levi turns back to you, the corner of his mouth twitching up. It could be the beginning of a smile or a smirk but it's too soon to tell which just yet. “Yeah?” He asks.
Your confirmation is breathless, “Yeah.”
His face lights up - it's definitely a smirk - as he crooks two fingers at you. “Come here then.” He nearly growls.
You can't even begin to imagine a world where you do not follow that command so you do, feet carrying you the scant few centimeters until your knees brush his.
Your head is spinning and your heart is out of control and you can't form a single coherent thought other than how beautiful this man looks. You have no idea where to go from here.
Apparently, Levi does.
Sturdy calloused hands grip your waist securely and yank you down, directly onto his lap. Your legs part on instinct, each bended knee finding a home wedged between the warmth of Levi's thighs and the cold metal rungs of the chair. You scoot forward a little to ensure that you aren't putting any weight on his bad knee and he grunts, rolling his eyes back slightly.
The new position has you breathing in each other's air, your noses nearly brushing. A small wiggle also lets you know that your hips have aligned just so and that Levi is very much turned on right now. You’re glad you’re not the only one. Still, even with the proof pulsing warm and thick between your thighs, you have to ask, “So, just to clarify, when you said you want me, did you mean, like, in a platonic friendship way or. . . .”
Levi hums low in his throat and leans forward the smallest amount to wrap his lips around the pulse point jumping in your neck. His tongue, teeth, and lips all work at the spot until you are certain a bruise has formed.
He pulls back to watch your face with pupils dilated nearly wholly black and says, “I meant that I want to take you to my bedroom down the hall and fuck you deep into the mattress until your legs stop working.”
You’re not sure what a heart attack feels like but you are 95% sure you’re having some kind of cardiac event right now. “Oh, um okay, I think we can do that,” you squeal a little as he moves to the other side of your neck. “Anything else?”
“There's also the kitchen counter, and the sofa, and the wall, and the shower, and the floor.” You let out a small laugh but it quickly turns into a moan as Levi begins sucking on a spot behind your ear.
“Is that all?” You pant into his hair.
“No.” You think that the one word response is all that you will get - Levi is rarely a man of many words - but he keeps going, “I want to taste you.” Levi groans into your skin, “All of you.” He's nipping at your collar bones now and you are embarrassingly wet. You wonder if he can feel it through all of the layers of clothing between you. “I want to touch you.” His hands start doing just that- sliding up and down your sides firmly and deliberately over your thin shirt. “I want whatever you're willing to give me, however and whenever you're willing to give it.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at you. “I just want you.”
In a moment that feels almost poetic in its timing, the kettle begins to whistle, the piercing shriek filling the room and drowning out the embarrassing whimpers that are falling from your lips. You're not sure whether you should feel relieved or let down by the kettle - you're half-convinced that if it hadn't gone off, you would have cum right there in Levi's lap, untouched and fully clothed. You're not sure how to feel about that.
Still feeling a little dumbfounded, you scramble off of Levi to put a stop to the noise, stumbling like a newborn fawn just learning to use its legs. “Please please please hold on to that thought,” you beg as you frantically rip the kettle off of the stove and turn off the gas. You’re looking for somewhere to place the hot metal, desperate to return to Levi’s lap, and are failing spectacularly at coming up with any kind of sensible plan. You’re so distracted by your dilemma that you jump when you feel Levi’s clever fingers pry your own from the handle. In your panicked haste, you hadn’t noticed him rise from his chair and approach you. He sets the kettle back on the stove, having the sense that you lacked to set it on a different, unheated burner, and you set about putting the cup and unused tea leaves away. You’re just barely beginning to grab at the cup with fumbling hands when you're stopped dead by the feeling of Levi’s breath on your neck and the sound of his voice right next to your ear, saying your name in a downright sultry whisper.
“Leave the dam cup,” He orders in a purr, “and take me to bed.”
The shock of Levi being willing to leave a mess behind, no matter how small, is almost enough to shake you out of your lust-induced stupor but his hands kneading at your waist in increasingly aggressive grabbing motions pulls you back under rather effectively. You do your best not to collapse against him completely - you know it’s dangerous for his injured knee - but standing has become incredibly difficult. In lieu of anywhere else to go, you sway forward and brace your hands on the kitchen counter in front of you.
“Levi.” It’s all you can manage and it comes out sounding strained and wispy. When he replies with your name, it is the total opposite: Growly and almost taunting in the way it lilts up at the end.
You feel him lean over you, pressing his body to yours, slotting neatly into each dip and curve, molding himself to you. You can scarcely breathe but you can’t find it in yourself to care when he starts sucking bruising kisses into the side of your neck and drawing his teeth along your jugular.
“Okay,” You steel yourself and push up from the counter, “Bed. Yeah, let’s - bed.”
You feel Levi smile against the skin of your throat. He peels himself off of you and grabs your hand, pulling you down the hall without a word.
Words remain in short supply once you reach his bedroom, mouths too busy working over each other’s skin. At some point, you lose your blouse and skirt and Levi’s shirt is quick to join them on the floor. You are vaguely aware of being pushed onto the bed but the rush of freefall is too entangled with the rush of Levi's lips sucking more bruises across your clavicle for you to tell the difference between the two. Once you’re settled atop his duvet, he moves lower, mouthing at the tops of your breasts and kneading them through the material of your bra with both hands. It is too much and not enough all at once.
You push his hands away and tug at the garment. “Off,” you whine.
Levi is quick to obey, sliding the straps down your arms and reaching underneath you to undo the closures. With the bra gone, you can feel the callouses from many years of ODM use scratching against the soft skin of your breasts while he continues to squeeze and grab at them. The roughness of his hands contrasts with the buttery-softness of his lips and tongue as he laves over your nipples and it feels like you're floating. You are, once again, in serious danger of cumming much too easily and much too soon.
Levi comes up for air with a strangled gasp and, just like with the kettle, you’re not sure whether to be grateful or horribly disappointed at his timing. He looks at you for a moment, eyes flitting between your own. He opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a fevered, “Holy fucking shit,” before he dives back down. He lands below your chest this time and pecks kisses along your stomach before moving further south. His hands have traveled with him and are now forcefully holding your hips down while he kisses along the waistband of your panties. They snap against your skin as he pinches the material with his teeth and releases it. He rests his chin on your hipbone and looks up at you with a smirk as he repeats your earlier request, “Off.”
Your hips lift as if they’re being pulled by some magnetic force and Levi slides the flimsy, and embarrassingly dampened, material off of your legs in one smooth motion. He groans and slides his hands up and down your thighs, staring at your soaked center. With a lurch forward, he gives you a quick kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth for just a moment, before dropping down between your parted legs. He keeps his tongue equally busy there, alternating between dragging agonizingly slow between your folds and flicking swiftly over your clit. Your head spins as he vacillates between the two motions, unsure of where you want him most.
After a particularly sharp swirl against your entrance, your hands raise up towards his hair. You catch them at the last moment and fist them in the sheets at your side instead. Levi notices. He positively growls into your cunt and reaches out with both hands to grab one of your wrists in each. He brings them to his head without stopping the motions of his mouth. You tentatively curl your fingers into his hair and when you tense them slightly, he makes a satisfied humming sound that zips throughout your core and sparks up your entire nervous system . Your back arches and you push his face further into your pussy, desperate to feel it again.
Levi adds his fingers to the mix, circling and pushing slightly against your hole while his mouth moves to focus on your clit. He sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as his fingers press further and further into your wet heat. He crooks them and hits a spot that makes your eyes roll back. He pauses his ministrations to huff a small pleased laugh at the reaction and then does it again. And again.
You back flies off of the bed in a sharp arch as he continues his assault with his fingers and mouth. You're pulling his hair and slamming his face into your heat and you know it can’t be comfortable but you don’t think he minds too much based on the way he doubles down, increasing speed and intensity in his thrusting and sucking. It builds rapidly until it destroys you. You fall apart over his fingers and mouth, letting loose a scream that drowns out the squelching of his fingers and the slurping of his tongue. You’re not sure how long it lasts, how long you lie there with your hips thrust skyward, eyes closed, mouth agape, and fingers knotted in Levi’s silky black locks. It feels like hours but you know it was probably only a minute or two.
When you regain your breath and open your eyes, dropping your ass back to the mattress, Levi emerges from between your thighs. His hair is mussed, sticking up in all directions, his pupils are blown wide with lust, and the lower half of his face is shining with your release. You’ve never seen him look so messy. You’ve never seen him look so good. You just came harder than you have ever cum in your life but you still want him.
“C’mere.” It barely makes it out of your wrecked throat but Levi smiles softly at you and moves to kneel on either side of your waist. When he leans down to kiss you again, you can taste yourself on his tongue. You groan into his open mouth, desperate for more. He hinges his hips, pressing his clothed length against your throbbing center and you both sigh at the feeling. He raises his hips, aiming to push against you once more, but he freezes and flinches in pain instead. The lust clouding your brains clears instantly, making room for concern instead. You reach up to cup his face tenderly, “Your knee?” You guess.
You just barely catch the frustrated look on his face before he drops it into your cleavage. “Yeah.” He confirms with a sigh, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to fuck you into the mattress the way I wanted to. I’m sorry.”
You pet his head softly, smoothing out the strands that you had put into such disarray. “That’s okay. You had plenty of other ideas anyway, right?”
He gives a short bitter laugh. “I don’t know how possible any of those other ideas are going to be with my knee like this.”
You hum. “Well I have an idea.”
He lifts his head to look at you, “Do you, now?”
“I do.” You grin at him, “I am very vested in making your celebratory indulgence wish come true.”
He returns your smile, “Let’s hear it, then.”
“Hmm. I think I’d rather show you.” Without waiting for his response, you push him off of you onto his back and clamber over him. You straddle him, planting your hands on his chest and push your hips lightly into the tented crotch of his pants. A shocked gasp leaves his lips and you smile hugely. “Knee feel okay?” You ask.
“Yeah.” It comes out strained, causing your smile to grow even more.
“Well then,” you say as you rock back against him again, “I think we should take these pants off and get the rest of you feeling okay too.”
You move to unfasten them but are stopped by his hands on your waist and his breathless voice, “Wait, wait.” He pulls on your waist, trying to drag your body up towards his chest. “Come up here.”
You're confused by the request but he looks so desperate that you follow it anyway, scooting up to settle below his pecks. Levi rolls his eyes and gives your waist another tug, “No,” he scolds, jerking his chin upwards, “Up here.”
You blink stupidly as his meaning registers, “Levi you don’t have to-”
He cuts you off, “This is my wish fulfillment, isn’t it?”You flush at the reminder “Well yes but-”“This is what I wish for. More than anything. So indulge me,” he tugs your waist a final time, “And sit on my face.” He punctuates the mind-melting sentence with a sharp tug down, forcing you to settle over the lower half of his face.
You gasp, lurching forward to steady yourself against the curved edge of the headboard in front of you. Levi wraps his arms around your thighs, securing you against him with your pussy dripping into his mouth and his nose brushing against your clit.
He gets to work immediately, tongue thoroughly slicking up your folds before he plunges it deep into your cunt. The sensation of him lapping at your inner walls has you folding forward, which, in turn, causes your clit to grind against the bridge of his nose. The feeling is euphoric and you can’t help but repeat the motion, humping his face as he continues to fuck you with his tongue.
You briefly have the thought that you shouldn’t press so firmly against his mouth and nose or squeeze your legs so tightly on either side of his head. The thought doesn’t stand for long, powerless against the flood of ecstasy that Levi brings you. It consumes you completely. Inhuman noises are ripped from your throat as he works faster, swirling his tongue inside you and raising his hands to cup your asscheeks, encouraging your grinding motions.
Your second orgasm hits you all at once and you swear you're vibrating with the force of it as it spreads from your core to your extremities. You push yourself back to free Levi, settling at the top of his chest and leaning back with your hands planted beside his hips. He hums softly at the loss, chasing you to plant a chaste kiss at the top of your pubic mound. You smile at the sweet gesture and take a deep, rather shaky, breath.
Slowly and deliberately, you reach behind you to teasingly rub a hand up and down his still-clothed cock, keeping eye contact the entire time. “You ready to let me take care of this now?”
Levi bites his lip, still smeared with your release, and groans deeply. He reaches around you to unfasten his pants and begins to frantically kick them off. “I won’t last long.” He warns.
You raise an eyebrow and ask incredulously, “And you think I will?” You scoot back enough to be able to lean down to kiss him, wiping at the mess across his cheeks absentmindedly as you do. “I can barely feel my legs and my heart is in overdrive. Levi, you’ve ruined me.” You sigh against his lips. “In the best way.”
Inching slowly, you make sure to rub yourself against him all the way down to his lap, leaving a trail of his saliva and your cum in your wake. You give a little wiggle once you are positioned above his cock, jostling the appendage and causing it to twitch under you. Levi whimpers, an almost pathetic sound.
“Please.” He pleads against your mouth as you lean down once more.
It’s your turn to smirk, “Please what?” you ask.
Something in his eyes sharpens and he replies in a raspy voice that is enough to get you wet all over again, “Sit on my cock and ride me for all that you’re worth.”
Your breath hitches and you do your best to keep your voice level when you respond, “Well, this is your wish fulfilment after all.”
Without further ado, you reach behind you to grasp his still twitching cock and hold it upright. You hesitate for just a moment before you move your hips down - he’s of average length but he is thick, and you worry about fitting all of that girth inside of you. It quickly becomes clear that you had no need to fret. Levi had prepped you well with his hands and his tongue and the stretch is pleasurably bearable. It is a tight fit, though - you can feel every ridge and crease of him as he pulls your hips down with a bruising grip on your waist, pushing himself as deep as possible. Your eyes roll back when he bottoms out, the plush head of his length brushing against a spot that ignites a fire in your lower belly. A strung-out groan drops from your gaping mouth and you hold yourself there for several seconds, reveling in the feeling of being stuffed full of Levi.
Levi squeezes your waist in a silent command to move and you follow it without hesitation. You are determined to make this good for him, so you give it all you’ve got, lifting to the tip and dropping back down to the hilt in a steady, forceful pace. You lean back, bracing your hands behind you for better leverage, and let your head drop back as well. Your thighs burn and you are panting like a dog in heat but you do not allow yourself to stop.
Levi keeps his hands busy, sliding from your waist, to your ass, to your thighs, and all the way up to your breasts, repeating the cycle over and over again, squeezing, caressing, and - in the case of your nipples, pinching - everywhere his hands trail. Eventually, one of his hands snakes its way down to your clit which has been bumping roughly against his abdomen with each bounce of your hips. He curls his fingers at the base of his dick at an angle that ensures you hit them with each drop instead. The digits swirl against the bundle of nerves in seamless dance. The feeling is too much for you and your rhythm stutters. You can feel your walls clenching around his length as you pause, gasping for air. Violent tremors wrack your body with each brush of his fingers and you feel yourself rushing toward a third orgasm.
You give a weary attempt to continue your previous rhythm despite your fucked-out and overwhelmed state. Levi catches onto your exhaustion and grips your hips firmly. With his immense strength, he does the work for you - lifting you and slamming you back onto his cock in a perfect rhythm. You groan as you pick up the task of rubbing your clit and within seconds, you are cumming all over Levi’s cock with tears streaming down your face. A few more thrusts and Levi follows, emptying inside of you in a rush of warmth.
You collapse against his chest, concerns about his health be damned, and for a while, the both of you just lie there, panting against each other’s slightly sweaty skin. Levi is the first to break the silence, huffing against your hair before saying, “Fuck, now we have to find you some candied apples.”
A confused frown mars your face as you tilt your head to look up at him. “Huh?” you ask.
He frowns back at you, “You did such a good job of fulfilling my wish, I'd feel shitty if we didn’t do the same for you. We’ll search every bakery in town tomorrow.”
He reaches up to brush a few stray hairs but you make it difficult for him when you start moving, pushing yourself up to better see him. You rest your elbows on the tangled sheets near his head and hover over him as you admonish him. “You’re such an idiot.”
He opens his mouth to protest but you plow on.
“You really think my number one wish, the thing I wanted most, was fucking candied apples?” You look at him incredulously and find yourself laughing softly at his furrowed brow. “Levi,” you say with all of the love and patience in the word. His lips lift at the sound of it and you mirror the expression. “I only said apples because I had to give them something. My real wish was this.”
Levi raises an eyebrow, “‘This’ as in. . . ?” He trails off, glancing down to wear the two of you are still joined, his release leaking out of you around his cock in a steady stream.
“No!” You swat playfully at his arm and he laughs, full-bodied and loud.
“Well maybe a little.” you admit once he quiets. You reach up to trace the smile on his lips and continue, “But what I was really thinking about was this. Your smile.” He kisses your finger as it makes another pass. “My wish would be to see you smile, as often and as brightly as possible. To see you happy and healthy and safe. And,” you look down in embarrassment, “I really wanted to be the one to make you happy.”
Levi gently cups your face to reestablish eye contact. The look on his face is everything you could have possibly dreamed of - Happy and relaxed. Maybe even in love. “You do make me happy,” he whispers to you.
He pulls you down for a kiss. It's slow and measured and absolutely perfect. You hum as you separate and settle back against his chest.
“Levi?” You ask after a scant few minutes have passed.
“Yes?”
“Can we still get candied apples tomorrow?”
He laughs and you feel it reverberate through his chest. You can’t help the grin that the sound of his happiness draws from you and bury your head between his pectorals, eager to hear more.
“Yes.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, leaving his lips there as he vows, “You can have whatever you like.”