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[... whoops. While he's pleased that he did indeed render her unable to remain upright, he's a little concerned about whether she's okay. Not that there's any real way for her to hurt herself on the couch-- it's just the principle of the matter.]

Are you all right?

[Okay, so he's more than a bit proud too. Being able to please women in general is one thing. Being able to please his girlfriend is about a thousand times more important than that, so the knowledge that he's succeeding in this endeavor is incredibly gratifying to him.]

I won't be if you don't get back over here. [Elizabeth grins from her tired and prone position on the couch, extending a leg to hook around Gai's back and tug him a little. She's fine. Just feeling a little bare without Gai's hands on her.]

[Still smiling, she points to her mouth.] I think you should start here, though.

[Gai is quick to recover when it becomes apparent that Elizabeth is in fact just fine, a smirk making its way onto his face. And then she gets her leg around him and his brain temporarily disconnects again, reconnecting just in time for him to hear her suggestion as to where he should start.

Well. How can he say no to that?]

That can be arranged.

[That's all he says before he's leaning in and his lips are on hers with no lack of passion, trying to make up for the fact that he's no longer touching her with this kiss.]

[Strangely enough, with Gai hovering over her and radiating body heat, she's not upset about the loss of fingers or mouth on her. She likes having that connection, it makes her feel more sensitive to Gai in particular for some reason.]

[She wraps her arms around Gai's back and kisses him to match his depth of feeling.] I love you. [She manages to say between kisses.]

Love you too.

[It's strange, really, how easily he can now say those words that he'd never before thought he would say in his life. Stranger still is how natural they feel both to say and hear. Now, maybe just a little, he feels like he could answer the question Inori had asked him that day about what love is.

Just being close to Elizabeth like this is almost more than he could ask for. But those kisses are even better, and he's eager to return them with equal ardor, lifting one hand up to stroke her hair as they kiss.]

[Gai's hand on her hair earns him a little purr, and so Elizabeth responds in kind. Though she does give him a mischievous little pull. He's the one with the longer hair, after all.]

[She wraps one of her legs around Gai's, stretching out under him invitingly.]

[Oh, he likes that. Tugging on his hair is something Gai finds incredibly sexy; when she gives that slight pull, he responds with a pleased growl to show her that he approves. If she wants to keep that up when he's putting his mouth to good use, he would have absolutely no objections.]

I'm assuming you want my tongue this time?

[Although he's pretty sure the answer is 'yes,' he wants to make certain this time.]

It wasn't bad last time. I just wasn't used to having anything other than your fingers up there... [She gives him a little sheepish smile and another little tug.]

I'll be less jumpy this time, I promise.

[Now he smirks down at her.]

Oh, I want you to be jumpy. I want you to writhe and moan for me, and pull my hair just like this. I want to know how much you like it.

[Perhaps saying that in that particular tone of voice was cheating. Gai doesn't particularly care.]

[Yes, cheating. Almost instantly, Elizabeth's face goes very pink and she just stares at Gai for a moment. She can almost paint the picture in her head, and it's a very nice one.]

[Of course, paintings are nice, but she'd like the real thing. She tugs Gai's hair again.] If I could, I would build a church to your tongue and attend service every day.

[Oh she is so going to hell for that suggestion.]

For now you have to be content with me singing my praise on your couch.

[That one too.]

I think that's the first church I've ever heard of that I could get behind.

[If she's going to hell, she's going to be in very good company, because Gai laughs after he says that. Besides, that sounds like his kind of hell anyway.]

Think I could get you to do scales?

[He makes another pleased sound when she tugs on his hair, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.]

No. [Elizabeth laughs, curling her fingers against Gai's scalp as he kisses her neck.] I don't think you could get me to do anything that involves any careful thought whatsoever.

I could try singing, see how far I can get with that. [She laughs again.]

Let's find out.

[After one more kiss to her neck, he sits up slightly, dropping a quick kiss on her lips as he does so. But she'll have to detach her fingers from his hair if she wants him to be able to position himself, so he just remains where he is for the moment, waiting for her to do so.]

[Elizabeth hums her approval and meets the kiss on her lips too. She does figure out, eventually, that Gai needs his head back and she takes her hand out of his hair, sliding it over his cheek as she sings. Her voice is timid and maybe the melody doesn't come through terribly well... but she's singing.]

If you should ever leave me-- Though life would still go on believe me...

The world could show nothing to me, So what good would living do me?

[To be honest, Gai had thought she was joking about that. He had certainly been joking when he said it; he hadn't expected her to actually begin singing to him, much less something that sounds to be a love song. It's unexpected, but it's at once beautiful and somehow intensely romantic, and combined with her hand on his cheek, there's a sort of gentle intimacy to it that causes something to warm within him.

She has a lovely voice-- he could listen to it all day, he thinks. It's enough to make him pause in place and just listen, his objective forgotten for the time being.]

God only knows what I'd be without you...

God...

[Elizabeth trails off, realizing that Gai isn't moving any lower. Is he just... listening to her?]

[She's, of course, instantly self-conscious because Gai writes music and probably has professional singers sing it.]

Oh, you were joking... right. [She tries to laugh it off.]

[Now he does move, lifting one hand up to cup her cheek with a gentle smile. No, he's not going to laugh or anything along those lines, even if it was adorable. It was adorable and sweet and the first time anyone had ever sung a song that was directed at him. Inori's songs hadn't been for him; he knew that much. They'd been for Shu, and though he'd accepted that fact, a part of him had always wondered what it would feel like to be the one someone was singing to.

Now he knows.]

... I want you to sing my songs.

[It was a little appropriate, perhaps, given Gai's song was more or less the force that drove her here. But that song... it's so sad. He wanted her to sing it now?]

[Well... she remembers bits of the tune, and some of the words. From the look on his face and the way he's touching her now, her singing is somehow speaking to him, making him happy. If he wants to hear one of his songs, Elizabeth can't deny him.]

Wild flower blossoming-- I beg of you, tell me this so I know too...

[Gai had been thinking more along the lines of having her sing any songs he writes in the future, but the moment she begins to sing Euterpe - his song, the song he wrote - his breath catches in his chest. He's heard the song probably a thousand times by now, between writing it and practicing it and then recording it. Hearing it in Elizabeth's voice, though... it's like a brand-new song, and it's beautiful.

He almost doesn't want to interrupt her. But the surge of affection and desire spreading from his chest outwards finally wins out, and he leans down to kiss her again, wanting to show her just how happy she made him with that.]

[Elizabeth is a little glad Gai cuts her off, because she can't quite remember exactly how the next line goes. And obviously her stumbling around trying to fit the words to the music would be painfully obvious to the one who wrote it in the first place.]

[She wraps her arms around his shoulders, almost feeling Gai's delight through his skin. She made him happy, thank goodness.]

Write me something happy. [Elizabeth smiles, barely brushing her lips against Gai's.] And I'll sing it, over and over like a broken record.

[Very happy, as he is currently conveying through his kiss. When at last they part to breathe, he gives her a genuine smile and rests his forehead against hers.]

I don't know if I can, but I'll try.

[The songs he wrote... they weren't happy songs. That was Inori's domain, not his. His songs were dark, melancholy, because they gave him a place to express the feelings he didn't have any other outlet for. "Happy" is a strange and unfamiliar territory for him. But if that's what she wants, then he'll give it his best.]

[Elizabeth looks down at Gai's mouth and runs her fingers over his jaw softly. She doesn't want to dig up more sadness and depression, but she can only think that Gai's songs come from his heart. And if it's such a somber and dark place, Elizabeth must not be loving him enough. Not that sadness was something either of them could avoid completely, but she can't imagine Gai wanting to be reminded, by Elizabeth, of how dark his world had been.]

Then write me something you want to hear me sing. Something that will make you happy.

[Gai turns his head to the side just enough to kiss those fingers as they trace his jaw. Not like when he'd licked her finger before-- this is a light, loving kiss to show his appreciation. Just the fact that she understands what he meant by that and isn't pushing the issue further means the world to him, and it's at times like this that he can't help but feel that the two of them were made for each other.]

That I think I can definitely manage.

[She smiles, finger tracing the line of Gai's mouth as it pulls back from her fingers.]

I don't want to make you sad when I sing, that's all.

[There were songs she couldn't sing without wanting to cry, after all. Music could be the cheap, consumable thing that Fink stole and sold, or it could be haunting and beautiful, it could cut straight to the soul. And words that looks simple on a page could be something else entirely when said aloud.]

Your singing could never make me sad.

[Not if she was singing a song he wrote and if she was singing it for him. No matter how sad the lyrics may be, something tells him that it would always manage to warm his heart. That's one thing he's sure of.

... but now he wants to see if he can induce singing of a very different sort in her; he's being terrible and he knows it, but he uses this as an opportunity to slide his hand back down again to where it had been earlier...]

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