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“Anything in your tea, honey?” Eren’s question was barely audible over the howling of the wind and the sound of the rain relentlessly attacking the windows. Levi grunted something, completely aware that the blanket covering him up to his nose was muffling the answer, but he didn’t really care what would be in his tea as long as it was hot. He was cold, the chill in his bones unable to go away even with the fire crackling in the fireplace. He needed his fix of hot tea. And Eren.
Levi was well-aware that Eren knew hundred tricks to keep someone warm. That was, because Eren tried them all on him. Soft, knitted scarves and mittens with unusual patterns. Levi’s clothes smelling not only of fabric freshener, but also of herbs. Same, stronger smell of herbs coming from a cup, spices burning on his tongue all the way to his stomach.
But nothing worked better than Eren himself. The way he pressed a kiss to Levi’s cheek, greeting him after work. Ushering Levi into something more comfortable as he lit up the fireplace, sitting next to Levi and curling with him underneath the blankets. Sharing his own warmth, that crazy-high body temperature with Levi. Eren embracing him from behind, letting Levi just sink into him and relax.
Levi sighed as Eren finally gave him the cup of tea and then slipped behind him. His strong arms loosely looped around Levi’s waist as wonderful warmth enveloped him completely.
“I used cardamon tea this time. You usually drink ginger one, so I thought that changing things a lil’ bit can make it more effective…” Eren’s explanation was a soft breath against his ear, tea warming him from the inside, the citrusy taste on his tongue just urging him to kiss Eren silent.
So he turned around and did just that. A chaste peck on the boy’s still open lips turned into another kiss, then another, until all Levi could taste was Eren.
Soon Eren was laying underneath him, his hair disheveled and lips rosy-red, dreamy smile making Levi’s heart beat faster. He was falling in love with this boy more every day and could do absolutely nothing to stop the fall.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Eren asked in a quiet voice, tugging Levi’s hair behind the ear, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on pale skin. Levi wondered whether they were just a mindless mess of lines or the runes Eren knew by heart ever before he learned how to count properly. (He knew Eren had a tendency to cast little protective spells, ever since his mother died in that accident, just in case, just–)
“Levi..?” he could feel Eren’s fingers smoothing the crease on his temple.
“I’m pretty sure that one kiss from you makes me warmer than all of your magic spells.” Levi’s words make fleeting worry disappear from Eren’s eyes, replaced by amusement that makes them sparkle like the rarest of gems.
“Well, people say that actions speak louder than words.” Eren laughed, his long fingers tangled into Levi’s hair, tugging him closer, whispering against Levi’s lips. “But spells are not just words. They’re an expression of the witch’s will.”
“Don’t try to bewitch me, sunshine.” Levi closed the short distance between them, stealing breath from Eren’s lungs until they were lying side by side, their legs tangled together in the blankets and fingers entwined.
And when Levi whispered ‘I love you’s against Eren’s lips, he hoped that he didn’t have to be a witch for those words to hold some special power.