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He arches his brow at her but smiled. Oh, she liked his voice, when he was singing, that much? Jack looked at the phone, and pressed the play button again. Once again his voice sung, deep, soft, a baritone, keeping the melody without use of the guitar.

“I… don’t know if I could ever call myself sexy but,” he drops his voice a bit, for her, as if he was singing. “if you really think it is, then I guess it is?”

She blinked, a shiver running down her spine at how he had dropped his voice for her, hearing him sing through her phone again. “N-Now you’re just teasing me,” she said shakily, happy that he was though. It meant he was finally feeling a little bit happier.

Smiling, she turned her eyes to him. “Evil man..”

“Evil? I’m not evil. I’m giving you what you want, what you like, what you love. Aren’t I?” Jack further teased, still using his voice at that tone that he now knew she liked. Maybe, once his leg was healed, he would speak this way when they made love? She may like that a lot.

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He makes a face at the sound of his voice. “I really sound like that?” he asks weakly, before laughing softly. “Wow. Um… that is… really interesting.” he smiles faintly. “Yeah, wow.”

She pouted, moving her head to rest it against his hip near his crotch, an innocent gesture to her. “You don’t like it? Your voice is sexy…that deep, soft baritone…”

She shivered in remembrance despite hearing his voice now as he talked. People sounded semi different when they sang and his voice was the same way, becoming deeper and richer upon singing a note. It was like he was making love to a song. God.

He arches his brow at her but smiled. Oh, she liked his voice, when he was singing, that much? Jack looked at the phone, and pressed the play button again. Once again his voice sung, deep, soft, a baritone, keeping the melody without use of the guitar.

“I… don’t know if I could ever call myself sexy but,” he drops his voice a bit, for her, as if he was singing. “if you really think it is, then I guess it is?”

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He blinks at the phone and begins to sing the first thing that comes to mind. ‘Daniel’, by Elton John. A song many thought just to be about a brother missing another but it was in fact a story about the Vietnam War. Not man knew that, though, thanks to a few lines being removed from the song by the censors. So sad.

Jack only sings a few lines but pulls back, having done his best to ignore the phone.

“Um is that good?”

She stops the recording and begins to play it back for him, his voice drifting from the device so deliciously, Katelynn blushes. “What do you think…?” she asks softly, in a completely curious tone on his opinion. He sounded so good like that.

He makes a face at the sound of his voice. “I really sound like that?” he asks weakly, before laughing softly. “Wow. Um… that is… really interesting.” he smiles faintly. “Yeah, wow.”

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He pauses. Jack looks down at his guitar, and nods. “…yes. I. I’d like to hear myself. Just to… to see what you like about it so much.” he lifts his gaze, shyly, smiling.

She feels so proud of him, it sends her mouth twitching into a huge smile as she holds the phone close to him and presses record. “Okay, just sing and don’t even pay attention to the phone. Just ignore it and let yourself sing your heart out as if I weren’t here.”

She wonders if this will help his confidence, to hear how wonderful his voice is. She loves his voice so much so he could learn to love it too; to begin to learn to love himself for who he is inside and out.

He blinks at the phone and begins to sing the first thing that comes to mind. ‘Daniel’, by Elton John. A song many thought just to be about a brother missing another but it was in fact a story about the Vietnam War. Not man knew that, though, thanks to a few lines being removed from the song by the censors. So sad.

Jack only sings a few lines but pulls back, having done his best to ignore the phone.

“Um is that good?”

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He blushes brilliantly.

“I’ve… never really listened to myself before…” Jack admits. “Too shy to… even listen to my own voice. Kind of pathetic huh?” he asks with a weak smile.

She shook her head slowly. “Never pathetic. You’re never pathetic.” She takes her cell phone out of her pocket and opens up the application that records sounds. “Want to hear yourself? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He pauses. Jack looks down at his guitar, and nods. “…yes. I. I’d like to hear myself. Just to… to see what you like about it so much.” he lifts his gaze, shyly, smiling.

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He had watched her dance, watched as that body that he’s seen in absolutely nothing in the past, move and arch in ways that almost make him drop a chord here or there. But he keeps his concentration, keeps his voice in time, singing for her a song that would be theirs for as long as they both live.

Song done, he holds his guitar in his lap, embarrassed by her question.

“Singer?” he asks. “B-but I’m not that good…”

She smiles, walking closer to his side of the bed, getting on her knees and supporting her head in her palms. “You haven’t heard yourself of course but…your voice is as sexy as your face and body….it…sends shivers down my spine all the time…especially that sexy accent of yours..”

He blushes brilliantly.

“I’ve… never really listened to myself before…” Jack admits. “Too shy to… even listen to my own voice. Kind of pathetic huh?” he asks with a weak smile.

will-never-be-a-swan:

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He sits there with his hands on the guitar for a moment, thinking. Jack looks down at the instrument before his hands begin to fix themselves into place. Green eyes lift to look into Katelynn’s own as he smiles softly. “I got one.” he whispers.

And so he sings. He plays the simple tune on the guitar, and sings for her. Sings the first song that came to his mind the day she accepted his question to be his girlfriend. How grateful he had been, how thankful, how undeniably happy at that moment.

She begins to move to the music, letting Jack’s voice and guitar flow around her, moving her body for her. It’s a dance filled with feeling, arms moving about softly, hips swinging, legs scoffing across the floor. She is like the instrument he plays, the melody pulling her strings.

Her back arches, arms coming down her body slowly as she picks herself up slowly, humming with the melody. She can hear the love in the song and it causes her heart to speed up.

She does a finishing dance move when he finishes the move, standing there with her head bent, arms crossed over her chest. She opens her eyes slowly and looks at him. “Have you…ever thought about becoming a singer?”

He had watched her dance, watched as that body that he’s seen in absolutely nothing in the past, move and arch in ways that almost make him drop a chord here or there. But he keeps his concentration, keeps his voice in time, singing for her a song that would be theirs for as long as they both live.

Song done, he holds his guitar in his lap, embarrassed by her question.

“Singer?” he asks. “B-but I’m not that good…”

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Jack smiles shakily, before he pulls himself to her and kisses her lips softly, delicately, but so full of love and understanding it burns their lips. He sighs into it, his eyes half open, before he draws back. His breath is quiet, hushed, honest.

“I believe you. And know I will always come back to you, as well.”

There was a love sick expression on her face as she watched him, her fingers moving to touch her lips lightly. “No one could ever kiss me like that either…”

She sighed happily, looking around for his guitar. “Would you…sing for me…like that time please?” she asked softly, wishing to hear his beautiful voice singing a melody.

“O… of course I can, yes… anything, sure…!” he said quietly, letting her go, so she could fetch his guitar which was set besides the closet. Once she brought it to him he unclasped the case and pulled the black, aged instrument out and holds it in his arms.

“What do you want to hear?” he asks.

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

His hands press to her back and she feels him shudder; trying hard not to cry because grown men don’t freaking cry like this. Jack shuts his eyes tightly, and shakes his head faintly.

“We’re both g-good people.” he says quietly. “You’re just. You’re just what I’ve been waiting for but I get so scared t-that you’ll find someone better. You deserve the b-best and I’m afraid mine isn’t good enough but I have to stop thinking like that.” Jack pulls back, and looks down at her. “B-because. I am right. F-for you. Aren’t I?”

Her hands free, she moves them gently up his arms, gently up his neck and to caress the skin at the back of his head. “The very best,” she tells him, looking at him squarely in the eyes. “No one could be better. No one…I think I’d…become lost within my own mind if you stopped existing…And all I’d do is dream of you forever..”

A part of her pained in admitting such a weakness but she knew it was true. She knew it so deep within her heart. “No matter who may try to take me away…I’ll always come back to you. Believe that.”

Jack smiles shakily, before he pulls himself to her and kisses her lips softly, delicately, but so full of love and understanding it burns their lips. He sighs into it, his eyes half open, before he draws back. His breath is quiet, hushed, honest.

“I believe you. And know I will always come back to you, as well.”