[Talk Nerdy To Me]
Series: Fairy Tail.
Requested by: @dragonfoxroar7.
Summary: Levy had always been a lover of the written word; large words, small words, fancy words, simple words. Each held a special place in her heart. There was a time when she’d thought nothing could compare. She’d been wrong. What could compare to the written word, and what did each and every night, was the alluring pull of Gajeel’s voice as he whispered sweet words in her ear.
“Read it again,” she insisted. “Just one more time.”
Gajeel rolled his eyes. “ I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you.” He glanced up from Levy’s eldest copy of Jane Eyre to check that she was listening. “ You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.”
Levy wriggled on her side of the bed, curling her toes in sheer pleasure as voice carried forward words she’d surely read a thousand times before. There was something to be said for the sound of her inner bookworm trying to break free. His former friends once likened her to a nerd, a geek, as though the stigma of what she loved might inhibit him in some way. He didn’t agree. It was as harmonious as the beat of an Angel’s wings and yet, somehow, was as chaotic as a violent wind escaping through a valley of treetops. She was beautiful and her wisdom glowed like the big, round moon beyond the bedroom window.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, throwing her left leg over his right. “It was getting good.”
Gajeel dropped the book on the bedside table and caressed her exposed thigh with his newly freed up hand. Summer was his favourite time of year. It was the year Levy McGarden shed her inhibitions, and her clothes. He captured the frilled ends of her shorts, brushing her soft skin with the backs of his fingertips.
She noticed. She always noticed.
When he captured her gaze, Gajeel noticed that she had now become flustered. Not by touch alone, of course, but by the resounding echo of his voice after he’d finished reading. She always ended up like this whenever Gajeel read to her, or whenever he surprised her with a fairly difficult word. It wasn’t that she found him stupid, oh no, Levy McGarden was simply smitten, literally, with the sound of those words wrapped in his voice.
“My, my, Miss McGarden,” he teased, leaning in to press a kiss to her neck. “That’s a rather lascivious expression you have there.”
She let out a moan that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Snaking an arm around her waist, Gajeel pulled her over until she was straddling his lap. He leaned back against the headboard, studying the wisdom in her eyes. Her smile warmed his soul.
“That was a mighty big word, Gajeel,” she giggled. “Do you know the definition?”
“I looked it up,” he shrugged. “That and another one.”
“What’s the other one?”
“Coitus,” he said quietly.
Levy stifled a laugh. “And what does that mean?”
Gajeel wouldn’t give her an answer just yet. Oh no. He wanted to savour this moment. Leaning in to capture her lips, Gajeel kissed her fervently, excitedly, as though he’d never kissed her before. The taste of her tongue when it occasionally brushed his made every other sense come alive. His nerves tingled when she snaked her arms around his neck. She squeezed her thighs against his legs as their kiss proceeded, the occasional wriggle spurring a groan from his lips. When he was ready to take a breath, Gajeel pulled back, but not without biting her bottom lip first.
Levy traced a fingertip across that same lip and offered him a flash of lust in those big, brown eyes. “Gajeel…”
“Now, about that word and what it means,” he said, hooking a finger beneath the edge of her pyjama top, “how about I give you an example?”