I don't own LWA

I also don't own the song "Sleep on the Floor" by the Lumineers. Or any music.

Please don't flag me for copyright .

Akko turned up her speaker as she washed the dishes. The strum of the guitar almost touched her soul, a smile played on her lips hearing the familiar lyrics play.

"Pack yourself a toothbrush dear
Pack yourself a favorite blouse"

She sang along.

Diana on the other hand sat at her desk, a lot had been on her mind lately with working at the hospital. Paper work spread neatly across the wooden table.

"Akko…" Diana started furrowing her eye brows.

"Take a withdrawal slip
Take all of your savings out" Akko continued tapping feet to the beat of the drums.

"Akko. Will you please turn down the music?"

"'Cause if we don't leave this town
We might never make it out
I was not born to drown"

Diana stood up ad walked into the kitchen. At any other time, her wife would have looked absolutely adorable swaying her hips side to side to the music, and singing the song with a bright smile on her face in nothing but sports bra and sweatpants.

"Baby, come on…"

"Akko!"

"Yikes!" Akko jumped at the sound of her name. In all honesty Akko had gotten used to her name being called in such a tone, but with how serene she was feeling during the song, she couldn't help but be surprised.

Diana rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Akko please turn the music down, I have urgent work to take care of, and I am unable to focus rightly."

Fatigue was starting to set in for Diana. It was a long day, and looking to be a longer night. Akko turned down the music.

"Sorry Love, I didn't realize I was being too loud." Akko sighed. Every body seemed to need Diana around the city and around the clock, but Diana couldn't make everybody equal. Akko walked in front of Diana and hugged the blonde. "I'll make you some tea. Just go back and try to finish up."

Normally Akko would try to drag Diana out of her work, and Diana even looked forward to losing a fight of affection against Akko. Wrapping her arms around Akko, Diana hummed in agreement. In return for not starting a fight, Diana decided to finish at least the important paper, and leave the miscellaneous work for tomorrow.

"Go, before I change my mind." Akko playfully threatened. "However, I'm cleaning, thus music will be playing. Softly."

Diana nodded and went back to her work.

The type of music Akko decided to play was surprisingly relaxing, and probably boosted her moral in finishing patient paper work. Diana was aware of Akko's preference in music, however, she had no idea that Akko had a separate playlist for Jazz, or classical music. Akko usually listened to the newest hits, preferably rap mixed with old school sounds were her favorite to clean to.

So, it was unusual that Akko had settled on a Jazz playlist. Featuring artist such as Bill Evans, John Coltrane, and Miles Davis to name a few. Music like Jazz seemed to fit Akko's personality. Instruments playing to their own sounds, without regular meter, beat and formal structure. Performers who interpret a tune in individual ways, based on mood, experience, and interaction with band members or audience members. Improvisation was the best way to describe it. No rules, no meters, no papers, or scales.

The polar opposite of the classical music that Diana grew up learning and listening to. Not that classical music is any less valuable, just that it was always traditional. Although compositions could be tweaked to the performer's personality, at the end of the day there were rules, scales, and meters. To this day classical compositions are being played note- for- note, but Jazz could almost never be heard twice.

However, despite polar opposites, Diana felt that things like that were beneficial to the world. A continous journey of two contradictions pushing each other to new things. She couldn't help but think of her own opposition between her and Akko.

Diana was blue, Akko red. A chilly blonde, a fiery brunette. A prodigy, a dunce. A drizzle, a hurricane. Classical, and Jazzy.

Diana smiled at the finished papers, she had taken longer than she had intended, but everything was done, she didn't even need to worry about paper work tomorrow. And as if on que…

"Finally done, huh?" Akko draped her arms around Diana and buried her face into the thick blonde hair.

"Yes, Love. Thank you for the moment." Diana said leaning back into Akko's warmth.

With the flick of her wand, Akko turned up the speaker again playing the song she had been singing to earlier.

"Baby, come on…" Akko whispered. Akko moved to the side and grabbed Diana's hand gently pulling the blonde up to her feet.

Diana chuckled softly. "Try not to step on my toes."

Forget what Father Brennan said
We were not born in sin

The song continued.

"I may not know how to waltz, but that doesn't mean I can't dance." Akko slid her arms around Diana's waist, an action that Akko found much easier now that her height caught up to Diana's.

Leave a note on your bed
Let your mother know you're safe

Diana wrapped her arms around Akko's neck and relaxed. "I didn't know simple sway could constitute as dancing."

And by the time she wakes
We'll have driven through the state
We'll have driven through the night

"How would you know, you're so stiff." Akko giggled starting to take control of the dance. "Baby, come on…"

The song started to pick up, and before she could comprehend what was going on. Diana found herself twirling and swinging around.

At first Diana was a little scared, hoping not to hit Akko or to hit any of the furniture. But as she started to let herself roll with Akko, she knew she would be ok. Diana relaxed and moved her body along with the song. Laughter filled the living room, Diana felt she could 'seize the day' again. Work seemed so small in miniscule now, that she couldn't have ever imagined why she was so stressed to begin with. Only one person could ever do this to her, reduce her to a breathless, energized girl again. Only Akko could.

The song wasn't particularly long. Almost as fast as Akko started twirling her around, Diana found herself swaying slowly at the end of the song wrapped up in Akko's warm embrace. Diana laid her head on Akko's shoulder. Akko tilted her head, whispering the outro of the song gently into Diana's ear.

Pack yourself a toothbrush dear
Pack yourself a favorite blouse
Take a withdrawal slip
Take all of your savings out
'Cause if we don't leave this town
We might never make it out

Although the song had ended, the two still swayed to their own beat, not letting each other go.

"Might never make it out, huh?" Diana mused. "Akko, let's go somewhere…"

Akko grinned. "We have work."

"Not for tomorrow."

"Do you have a plan?"

"We'll improvise. You're good at that." Diana pulled away from Akko just enough to look into her wife's red eyes. "Baby, come on…"

A/N A lot of my storied from from musical inspiration.

Also if you haven't already, check out this song. It's kinda old, but I don't ever skip it if it plays on my shuffle. Might add on as music based ideas come to me, or if you have your own prompt you want me to think about!