The air between you was light and warm with the guileless calm of peace. Across the room, a dim fire crackled against the charred wood in the fireplace, the shadows of the flames dancing eerily along the bare stone walls. The large, quilted bed was occupied by Levi, his back pressed against the wooden headboard, and yourself, fitted delicately into his side. The arm around your shoulders was warm and secure; the fingers of his hand slowly trailing up and down the bare skin of your upper-arm. A soft sigh left your lips, accompanied by a small hum of contentment as you nestled almost imperceptibly closer to him.
There were no titans. No lives on the line. No responsibilities. It was just you and Levi, drinking in each other’s presence like it may not be there tomorrow. Because there was never a guarantee that it would be.
Moments like these were rare, precious, and finite. There would come a time when you would both have to don your uniforms and step back out into the real world, b