Down With Broken ✓

Part 13: Songbird

(warnings, ahem)

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"I can't Levi."

He sat me on his leg, putting the mic down to hold one of my hands. "What are you afraid of baby?"

The soft tone of his voice when he called me that name almost melted my heart, but I kept silent, still fearful of the unknown.

"You can tell me. Is it the judgement? The trauma?"

"I don't know. I just get anxious when everyone's watching me," I mumbled.

He pulled me closer with the arm he had wrapped around me, and brought my head to his chest.

I closed my eyes as I rested underneath his chin, listening to his heart beat. He always felt so warm.

He rubbed my thigh, reading through my motions all over again. I'd never understand how he did it. "I see...it's the eyes."

I blinked, "Hm?"

"Don't open, Amora. Keep them closed."

I heard him click something, and he grabbed the mic again.

"You don't have to full-out sing for me," he said, "We can start small with the do re mi fa and so on. Does that sound good?"

I nodded and opened my eyes.

He covered them with his hand and it reminded me of that day when he made me hear the wind.

"Nnnmm," he chuckled, "I didn't say open."

I tensed a little in his lap.

The way he spoke made me tingle inside. The quietness of this room had completely embraced the low vibrations from his throat. I had no idea I was attracted to voices until now.

I felt his lips meet mine right then, and when I started to long for more, he pulled away.

"You want more?" he whispered, noticing my want for him.

I nodded, releasing a small whine.

"Then sing a little for me. I'll give you a kiss after each tune. Fair reward?"

"Mhm." I opened my eyes and turned around in his lap to face him. He pulled me closer by the hips, "Is my crybaby hoodlum suddenly getting bold?"

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, giggling.

"Yes, my queen," he smiled before giving me a small kiss.

I looked surprised, and he handed me the mic, smirking, "Just one to get you started."

I nodded and cleared my throat, feeling the cold sweats begin to happen. Just a couple of little tunes, I kept telling myself, but the more I thought about it, the worse it got.

"It's just me and you," Levi told me and pulled up the sleeves of his flannel to showcase his veins I loved so much. "Just me and you," he repeated, moving one of my hands to his forearm.

There were no goosebumps on him. He was lukewarm, and more comfortable than I'd ever be. When he closed his eyes and allowed me to feel him freely, I had gathered a slight boost of courage...just enough to begin.

I sang quietly into the mic rather quietly, "Do re mi fa so la ti do."

Levi opened his coffee-colored eyes and his face softened at my embarrassed expression. He pressed his lips to mine again. He thought I had the most gorgeous voice in the world already.

I moaned a little when he sucked at my bottom lip, and he pulled away. "Eight beautifully sung words deserve eight kisses. Count the last one as a bonus."