Another prompt inspired one, this time courtesy of Alibababaa. Levy stumbles upon Gajeel's book of songs, and just can't stop herself from taking a peek. Warnings for implied intimacy.

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Stretching her arms up above her head, Levy was starting to realise, no matter how hard she tried, there was simply no way she was going to be able to focus on the book in her hands. There was too much temptation surrounding her – She was dying to go investigate the, surprisingly well stocked, bookshelf that was opposite the couch she was nestled into. The random little knick-knacks around the room were calling out to her, arousing her curiosity. And then there was the guitar that was tucked away in one corner of the room…

Heaving a sigh, Levy forced herself to look away from the instrument, and her eyes found the assortment of screws, spanners, and bars that were strewn across the kitchen bench top. Looking at that pile, anyone would wonder if the kitchen had even seen regular food before, and, considering the way that Gajeel had left around twenty minutes ago, grumbling, Gonna have to get actual food for the Shrimp, Levy thought that it was likely it hadn't.

Even that sparked her curiosity though, because, Lily lived here too. And, since Lily didn't seem to share Happy's love of fish, Levy had always assumed that Gajeel bought food for the exceed. The blue haired girl couldn't help but snort, and then break into peals of laughter at the sudden mental image she had of Gajeel coming home with cans of cat food. She wondered if that happened the first time after Lily arrived, whether Lily then gave him a disgusted look before going to find food for himself.

In her fit of laughter, Levy's flailing foot caught the pillow at the end of the couch, and her giggles died down as she realised there was the corner of a book poking out from beneath it. Cocking a curious eyebrow, Levy snagged the book out, and pulled it towards her. It wasn't until the book was actually in her hand, that Levy realised it was a journal, and she bit her lip at the realisation.

She knew she ought to just slip the tattered journal back under the pillow, pretend she hadn't even noticed it. But, now that it was in her hands, Levy just couldn't bring herself to put it back. After sitting in a room filled with so much she wanted to go investigate, and forcing herself to not, Levy's control was already being tested, and, a journal … Well, it was just too much of a temptation to ignore.

Which was why she couldn't stop herself from opening it to a random page, cringing as she did so, half expecting Gajeel to kick the door down, and proceed to scold her for sticking her nose in places she oughtn't be. But, curiosity outweighed her concern as she began to read the page she'd turned to, chewing her lip guiltily as she did so.

Her eyes widened a moment later as she realised it wasn't just some random notebook she'd found, it was Gajeel's song book, and, somehow, that made the fact that she was reading it even worse. And yet, she just couldn't bring herself to stop as she began again, humming out an experimental tone she thought might go with the words.

The further Levy got into the song, though, the more she realised that the cheerful tune she'd put to the words didn't match at all. Her humming faded away as her eyes skimmed through the rest of the song, and Levy brought a hand up to cover her mouth as she realised what, exactly the song was about. She suddenly wished she'd listened to her earlier instinct to put the journal back where she'd found it.

It was a song about Metalicana. And, though Levy had no way of knowing when Gajeel had penned the song exactly, the very idea that the Gajeel she knew had ever felt such … Loneliness, and longing, even as he hoped his father was well, wherever he was… It just made her heart ache, and Levy blinked back the sudden tears that were in her eyes.

Only to give a shrill squeak of surprise at the heavy sigh that came from behind her, close enough that the exhalation made the hair at her ear flutter. Gajeel was obviously back – Levy hadn't even heard the door open – and she still had the song book in her hands.

"Of all the ones for you to turn to…" the Dragon Slayer huffed, and Levy flushed with guilt at the words.

"Gajeel, I -" she began, trying to force the words past the lump in her throat as he took the notebook from her hands. However she was going to try to explain herself though, it was lost to surprise as the book was pressed back in her hands, and wide brown eyes looked up at Gajeel uncertainly.

He wasn't meeting her eye, cradling his face in one hand as he looked over at the wall instead, his mouth pulled into a sullen scowl. But it was the subtle blush spreading across his cheeks that caught Levy's interest, and she looked back down at the journal curiously.

She barely even needed to read past the first two lines to understand what this song was about – Or, more specifically, who, it was about, and a warmth spread through her at the realisation. Closely followed by an overwhelming need to kiss Gajeel, and assure him that the sentiment of the song is most definitely returned – Assure him that he never needed to feel the way he obviously had when he wrote that first song again.

Setting the book aside, Levy shifted so that she was kneeling on the couch, facing Gajeel as he looked from the notebook, up to her. From the guarded look to his eye, as if he were expecting a negative reaction, Levy had to wonder if he'd ever willingly shown someone something in that book before. It was a thought that gave her courage as she brought her hands up to twine behind his neck, leaning forward so she could press their foreheads together.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked without permission," Levy said softly.

"It's not … I don't really care 'bout that," Gajeel muttered, and Levy smiled at the feel of his hands twisting into the material at her sides. "You know everything anyway."

Levy was just about to mention how that wasn't true, how there was still so much she wanted to know, so much that she didn't know yet, when Gajeel's grip in the shirt tightened, and Levy couldn't stop herself from smirking just a little at the feel, anticipating the question on Gajeel's tongue.

"Isn't … Isn't this mine?" he asked, a slight growl to his voice.

"Are you going to take it back if it is?" Levy responded, only to grimace. The words had sounded much … Flirtier in her mind. They'd just sounded awkward when spoken aloud though.

Or at least, that was what Levy thought until Gajeel made a noise in the back of his throat. Then, he tilted his head so that he could press his lips to hers, and Levy found that she was completely unable to think of anything other than the Dragon Slayer stealing her breath for the next couple of hours.