Gajeel almost choked on his own spit and nearly dropped his phone when he opened Levy's latest snapchat. By the time he regained composure, the five seconds were up and he was left staring at a white list of names.
Sprawled on the bed, cute face… he closed his eyes. Yeah, he saw it for long enough to feel the heat rise to his cheeks. He knew that Levy was annoyed and worried that he was overworking it at training sessions, but he never thought she'd go so far as to seduce him into coming back earlier. Hell, he was half willing to bet that bunny girl had put her up to this.
At that moment, a heavy paw came down on his shoulder and he tensed instinctively.
"Ready to break already?" Pantherlily grinned. "We've still got at least an hour of sun left."
"Yeah, yeah," Gajeel grumbled, "I'm comin." He followed Pantherlily back to the clearing, knowing that his partner had an inkling that he received a Levy-related message and probably witnessed his reaction before coming in.
Whatever, he thought, wouldn't be the first time Lil saw him fumbling around, and it won't be the last. He was glad Lily wasn't the type to ask about it, instead opting to give Gajeel a knowing smile each time something like that happened.
These thoughts were soon consumed by a dense iron weight flying through the air, missing his face by mere inches, followed by Gajeel's ensuing rage at his partner for throwing a goddamn work of art at its own creator. The hour quickly passed with rounds of lifting and the occasional break to throw some punches, and the two finished packing up by sunset.
Gajeel had just walked through the front door when he remembered Levy's selfie, and he wondered what she was up to now. He quietly made his way down the hall and slowly opened the bedroom door — revealing Levy's sleeping face and bare torso. She was still sprawled out on their bed, evidently still in the same place from when she sent her selfie, one arm resting on her midsection and the other on an open book. Gajeel's gaze lingered on her figure, watching as her chest rose and fell with each breath.
Yup, he mused, this is way better than that picture.
The rest of her body was wrapped in the sheets, and when Gajeel walked over and tugged an end, she awoke with a start, hands flying to her chest for cover as she jolted up.
She saw the spiky black hair and studs glinting in the light before her eyes completely focused, and a pouty Gajeeeeel! rolled off her tongue. The dragonslayer pulled her wrists down and smirked, and Levy squirmed at his ogling.
"You weren't so shy a few hours ago," he remarked, eyebrow raised. Levy turned as bright as a tomato, and his sly smile only grew wider.
"You're all sweaty," she swatted his head, avoiding his gaze. "Go shower. I'm not going anywhere."
Fifteen minutes later, Gajeel walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist to find his girlfriend curled up in the sheets, asleep again. He found a paper scrap and marked her book, setting it gently on the bedside table, before joining her. His weight dipped the mattress and Levy practically slid into his arms.
"Fuckin' tease," he growled. She stirred and let out a sigh, trying to turn around, but he held her firmly in place.
The last thing Levy felt before she slipped back into dreamland was a pair of warm lips at the base of her neck.
