Why Didn't You Call Me?
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Levy rolled over in bed, her bangs squashed flat against her forehead, and sat up groggily. Reaching up she brushed the hair out of her eyes with the back of her hand and blinked the sleep from her eyes, a small groan escaping her lips. There was someone at her window.
Reluctantly poking one foot out of her covers and into the cool air of her bedroom, Levy slowly got out of bed. She was so tired she didn't even think that what she was doing might be dangerous. There was someone outside her window in the middle of the night and she had no idea who they were, and still she was going to open the window for them. Luckily for her, it was only Gajeel.
"Shrimp! What the hell are you doing?!" As soon as Levy opened the window he hopped inside and grabbed her shoulders. His voice was almost too loud and Levy whined in response, rubbing her eyes.
"What are you talking about, Gajeel?" Half asleep she tripped over her words, looking up at him through large blue eyes that demanded his attention though it was already willingly given. Gajeel felt his heart falter then pick up speed.
"Why didn't you call me?" His demand was ferocious, but quiet now as he remembered the wrath of Titania who also lived in the building. That was something he didn't want to face, especially not in the middle of the night in Levy's bedroom. "You left and you said you'd call but...you never did."
At first Gajeel spoke quickly, almost angrily, but as he carried on he slowed. He focused instead on how delicate Levy's frame was in his hands, how the shirt she slept in barely skimmed her upper thigh, and on the cute, sleepy look she was giving him, even as her eyebrows came together and her bottom lip jutted out into a pout. Gajeel scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. He shouldn't be thinking thoughts like that; nor should he be caring so much that she didn't call him. It wasn't like she was obligated to, or anything. He just wanted to know that she was safe.
"I fell asleep, idiot." She grumbled, leaning forward and softly hitting her head against his chest. Then she stood up straight, ducked out from under his grasp, and buried herself back under her bed covers, snuggling down sohe couldn't see her burning face. "You should have walked me to the door anyway; that's what people do when they care about each other. I would have done it for you, you know."
Gajeel, dumbfounded, stared after the bookworm, his cheeks warm.
What the hell kind of thing was she trying to pull here?
Chuntering to himself under his breath, Gajeel hesitantly laid a soft hand on Levy's head through her bedclothes, then swung himself through the window, closing it behind him. There was something about her and what she said that made him want to stay, but he couldn't work out what it was and therefore he wouldn't.
Besides, she should have called him.