While Levi would always enjoy the highs that came from a passionate night well spent with his lover, it was the simple things that truly made all the difference to him.

Levi’s breath came out in soft chuffs of air as he laid down beside you, an arm draped over his eyes and the other arm still holding you close as it started to go numb from the way you’d laid on it, not that he truly minded.

After a moment, he glanced over to you, his eyes raking up and down over the canvas he’d thoroughly enjoyed marking with his own artistic touches. He hummed contently.

“You’re a work of art.” He whispered breathlessly.