Day one: Music


"You're a terrible singer, you know."

Gajeel stopped playing on his guitar to look at his girlfriend. She was sitting on the couch, reading her book, and hadn't even bothered to look up from it to make her comment.

"'s never bothered you before."

"It doesn't bother me."

He rose an eyebrow. She was perfectly hidden behind the hard cover, so he couldn't see her face and decrypt her expression. Not that he was great at it, but right now, with just her voice, he just couldn't tell what was going through her mind.

"You think I'm a terrible singer and you don't mind it?"

She chuckled, and he couldn't help but grin at the sound. Okay, this made sense. She was trying to provoke him. He could handle provocation. It wasn't like Levy anyway, to just straight up criticize his singing, because he knew for a fact that she liked it. She always made it a point to come to sit next to him when he grabbed his guitar. She didn't say anything, except when she joined him, her soft, clear voice dancing above his own, deep and husky.

If you asked him, that was the best part of it. It wasn't the only reason he sang — he did because he liked it, because he enjoyed the feeling of the strings under his fingers, because he had memories of songs — but it could have been.

"What can I say, I guess I'm just that into you."

Shit. He practically choked on air when she said that, like he did every single time she mentioned her feelings for him. He just wasn't getting used to it, nor to how easy it apparently was for her. Because it was fucking hard for him. He would like to think that she knew anyway, because he at least tried to show it, but his girl was good with words, and so she used them instead.

He liked it, by the way, it really wasn't a problem, it was just that putting words on things had a way of making them real. You could interpret actions. Words had a meaning. Levy would have argued that you can also perfectly interpret words and, well, maybe you could, but he wasn't a man of words, and he'd better not try it on him. She didn't really need to give things double meanings though. Simple meanings worked just fine on him.

He set his guitar on the nearest chair, taking his time to make sure it wouldn't fall. Right now, he kinda just wanted to pounce on her, but if she was teasing, then she deserved the same treatment.

On the couch, Levy bit her lower lip in anticipation as she watched Gajeel's actions over her book, raising it again to hide her eyes when he turned towards her. Everything in his movements screamed 'predator', from his smooth movements to the grin on his face, revealing his teeth.

Slowly, he sat down next to her. He knew she wasn't even reading anymore, just waiting for him to start the game. Well, he'd give her exactly what she was looking for.

He took the book from her hands and unceremoniously dropped it to the ground, earning a squeak of protest, cut short when he caught her chin between his fingers. The book should have been the last thing on her mind, and he intended to remind her what she had just brought on herself.

"Yer into me, but ye don't like my singing, hm?"

Levy blinked, the perfect image of innocence. She was absolutely not fooling him.

"Well, I don't mind your singing, Gajeel."

"Really? 'cause I like yours." He leaned closer to her, watching her skin redden as he did, and finally left a biting kiss on her collarbone, earning a soft moan. "I think you have a really… really… nice… voice."

A voice that she was currently letting out just as nicely, her small body starting to writhe under his. She wasn't that vocal, and he knew it, but fuck, the things her voice did to him.

"Gajeel," she sighed softly as her hands ran on his arms, tracing his muscles lightly and ending up on the nape of his neck, where she tangled them with his hair, pulling him just a bit closer. He groaned against her skin, trying his best not to shiver under her treatment, and again, she chuckled. This time, he pulled away, frowning.

"Actually," she said, "I really, really like your voice too."

He took in her blush, and the hunger in her eyes. Oh. That was why she'd tried to distract him.

He grinned, then sat back on the couch and lifted her as though she weighted nothing, pulling her on his lap.

"Then maybe yer the one who should be trying to make me sing."

Levy rose an eyebrow.

Challenge accepted.


Hope you've enjoyed! I don't know how many days I will be able to complete, but I'll no doubt see you tomorrow for Day 2: Past & Future! Reviews are love, reviews are life :)

Dya.