Breakfast

"Mmmm," Laxus groaned, the feeling tickling his girlfriend awake. His head was buried, at the moment, in-between her breasts and he had no intention of moving it.

"You're awake?" she yawned, gently stroking at his yellow locks. "Dragon?"

"No," he moaned, nuzzling against her. "I'm not."

"You sound awake."

"Nope."

"I have to get up soon though, dragon, so you're going to have to get up."

"Mmmm. Mira."

"I'm serious," she told him softly. "I have work in, like, three hours and I still have to get home and get ready and find something to wear-"

"No."

"Laxus, you have to let me go."

"No, I don't." He let out a long breath then, against her chest, and Mirajane, finally truly awake, batted at his head. "Never do."

"Laxus-"

He didn't open his eyes, but did say, "Leave for work from here."

"I can't. I don't like any of the things I have left here."

Another groan. "Wear what you wore yesterday. Transform into something. Wear something of mine. I don't care. Just don't leave yet." Then he paused before saying, "Don't leave ever."

"I have to, silly." Another yawn. "I wasn't even supposed to spend the night."

"Were too."

"Laxus."

"Planned it all out."

"You did not."

Did it matter? He nuzzled against her again. "I'm comfy."

"Awe. Poor dragon."

"Poor me."

"If you want," she enticed softly as she finally began to wiggle out of his grasp, "I could make you some breakfast."

"At four in the morning?"

"Take it or leave it."

A loud, longer groan, though she'd already slipped away then and he was only left with a bed to snuggle. "I'm comin'. Although, I think you should reconsider my offer to wear something of mine-"

"Animal print isn't my thing."

"You wear one thing, one time-"

"Multiple times."

Heh.

The hardwood floor was cool under the man's feet when he got up. Winter was finally fading away into Spring, but the early morning temperatures could be brutal at times.

"I want pancakes," Laxus told her as he fell onto the living room couch when he got to it, his girlfriend continuing on into the kitchen. "Demon. A lot of 'em. And sausage."

"Okay, dragon," she sighed, her exhaustion evident in her tone. Dealing with his neediness and having to get up already was not what she wished to spend her morning doing. "You want coffee?"

"No. Gross. I want juice."

"Oh, dragon."

"Juice!"

Sigh.

He only burrowed himself up in a blanket on the couch, against one of the pillows. He just wanted to go back to sleep.

Mirajane, however, didn't have that option. Why she even offered breakfast to the man was beyond her. She could have gotten out of there regardless.

It was her own fault though. About the breakfast thing, yes, but also that she was having to get out of there so late (or was it early, given the hour). She'd known the night before, when she got Lisanna to agree to take the evening shift so she could go out with Laxus (it had more to do with Natsu, Lucy, and Happy being out on a job than her caring for her sister's dating life, but an agreement nonetheless), that she was going to have be back at the hall, bright and early, to open. She rarely didn't. Only if she got someone to agree beforehand to take that shift.

So she'd gone out to dinner with Laxus under the agreement that he too understood that, under no circumstance, could she go home with him. She had work in the morning.

Laxus only wrapped an arm around her, as they left the hall that night, giving her that special shit eating grin that only she got.

"I wouldn't dream," he told her, "of keepin' you out too late, demon. Risk the hall not being open on time? And disappoint all of my fellow guild mates? Me? Never. You should know me better than that."

Oh, she should have. Enough to realize, when he offered to buy her wine at dinner, that Laxus had no intention of following through with that. Honestly though, considering she somehow worked her way through a whole bottle, maybe she never had any of letting him.

"Dragon," she called out softly, time having passed a bit. "Are you ready to eat?"

Nothing.

"Dragon?" She already had his plate on the table in the kitchen, syrup, butter, and juice awaiting him as well. Still, she went to head into the living room. "You have to get up. I have to go."

"Mmmm?"

"Your pancakes, silly."

Oh. Those. Slowly, Laxus sat up, rubbing at his eyes all the while. Mirajane was a nice sight to wake up to, regardless of how messy her hair was and that she hadn't taken off her makeup the night before, leaving it smeared and messy.

"Are you sleepy still?" Mirajane giggled, reaching out to gently run a hand through his blonde hair. "Come on. I have everything you asked for."

Well, that was a given. She always did, after all.

With some gentle prodding from the woman (and the alluring sent of pancakes), the man made his way to the table. Bleary eyed and yawning, he staked his first complaint the moment he sat down.

"I," he complained, "wanted bacon."

"Laxus, you said sausage."

"I'm tired, woman," he complained. "You should have known what I meant."

"Oh, Laxus."

"Don't make noises at me! I-"

"You're so grouchy." Done cooking, Mirajane turned the kitchen light off, leaving him in the dark. The moon was shining through the window though and Laxus had some pretty enhanced night vision, so he'd be alright. She figured, in fact, that he probably preferred it. Bright lights at four in the morning weren't conclusive to a happy dragon. Going back over to him, she only pressed a kiss to his head before saying, "I have to go now. Come see me later down at the hall, okay? Maybe we can eat lunch togeth-"

"Wait, wha'?" Laxus mouth was full with godawful sausage (why did he even have it in his fridge; he was a definite bacon man). "Mira-"

"I have to, Laxus."

"You said that you'd stay and-"

"And make you breakfast," she agreed. "Which I very clearly did. So-"

"You have to stay and eat with me."

"Laxus-"

"You have to. You'd have to eat at home, wouldn't you?"

"I wasn't planning to, no."

"Come here," he growled, pulling her down into his lap. "Demon. You have to eat."

"I would eat at the hall after-"

"You should eat now. With me."

"You're so bratty, you know that?"

Still, he held her to him. "Here. Eat my disgusting sausage that you totally knew I didn't really want-"

"If it is that big of a deal, Laxus," she complained, trying to get up once more, "I'll make you some stupid bacon-"

"I'm just joking, woman. Jeez. You have, like, no sense of humor."

"Oh, right. Because now it's humorous to complain about a breakfast that I got up in the middle of the night just to make you-"

"Now who's grouchy?"

Slumping back against him, Mirajane said, "I just need to get home, Laxus."

"And you can," he assured her. "After we share breakfast."

Ugh.

"You know," he added a bit after, as she reluctantly shared his pancakes with him. "I think this was actually a good thing."

"Hmmm?"

"I've gotten too...content, I suppose, with my training regimen."

"Well," Mira retorted, "you are only the greatest mage to walk the planet."

And she said it in a deep voice, as if to imitate him.

He only snorted. "Great fucking wizard to ever-"

"Dragon, don't curse."

Heh.

"My point," he told her simply, "was that I should go out. Right now. Train off all these pancakes you just shoved down my throat."

"I think you were more than a tad willing."

"Well," he grumbled. "Anyhow, I'll train all morning. Way past sunup. Be a totally new man when you see me."

"Ooh," she giggled though, just as quickly, she was making a warning. "Careful though, Lax. You sound as if you're edging in on Elfman territory."

Grunt.

Giggling some more, Mirajane added, "You'll stop by though, right? The guildhall? So that we can have lunch?"

"Lunch, she wants," he complained. "After buying her dinner, she wants lunch."

"Well, we can just eat at the hall-"

"No. Gross. Weird."

"Laxus, it's not weird."

"Is too," he complained. "Then you have to make me my food and serve me."

"I make your food and serve you here," she pointed out. "To very ungrateful comments to boot."

"It's different here or at your house."

"How?"

"I don't have to pay you here."

"Ah."

"And when I'm ordering beers or whatever, it's different too," he went on. "Food just makes it so much more… I dunno. Just not something I like. I feel like I gotta tip you more for food than beers, but I already tip you a hell of a lot for beers, and does it really matter if I tip you or not? You take my money anyways-"

"I don't take it." Mirajane shifted in his lap. "I just ask for it and you give it to me. Difference."

With a slight exhale, Laxus said simply, "We'll just eat somewhere else."

That worked for Mirajane quite well and, moving to squirt some more syrup on the remnants of their shared breakfast, she almost wiggled right out of his lap when he surprised her with a kiss to the neck.

"That's weird. Don't do that."

Laxus only said, "And I am grateful, by the way." She was just ready to awe or comment when he added, "When you get my order right."

"You asked for saus-"

"You should have known what I meant!"

Ugh.

It wasn't until the glass of juice was empty and the sticky, syrup covered plate was left with one last bit of sausage that Laxus realized he'd wasted far too much of his precious demon moments eating. She was about to leave.

Laxus didn't know what it was with the two of them. It was so weird. It was almost like he wanted her there constantly.

Which he didn't. At all. He'd pitched the biggest fit when he first found her leaving her things around the apartment, detested (at first) calling her anything other than his date, and never once thought he'd be having a conversation with any woman, ever, about moving in together.

Recently, however, he and Mirajane had begun doing all of that. And more. As scary as it was though (down right petrifying), he didn't hate it. And he couldn't fight it. Not really. He just...always wanted to be around Mirajane for whatever weird, non sequitur reasoning that he refused to acknowledge for the most part.

Which is why, after scarfing down that last piece of pancake, when he noticed that Mirajane, somehow, had managed to doze off in his lap, Laxus didn't wake her up. Didn't dream of it. After ten minutes though, he did attempt a feat that he figured pretty much excused it. He, as softly as possible, whispered in her ear that they should go back to bed and, hardly conscious (much less thinking at all), Mirajane mumbled something of the like and, well, didn't that just give him the go ahead to go back to bed? And her too? Training and his guild mates that would be waiting for the hall to open be damned?

He thought it did.

Mirajane, however, who he ended up carrying off to bed (any other time, the concept of this would have had her thrilled; literally any other time), did not think so when she awoke lazily at nine in the morning to a snoozing dragon and sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Laxus," she whispered, sitting up. "I thought… Did we oversleep? Or am I off? Or-"

"Sleepin'," he grumbled, head buried in a pillow. "Come back later."

Heh.

Glancing at the clock by his bedside, she said, "I'm late. I think. I… Laxus, did we go back to bed? After breakfast? We did that, right? Eat breakfast?"

"Mmmm."

"Why did you let me go back to sleep! You knew I had work!"

"Way I see it," he basically told his pillow because Mirajane was flying out of bed practically then, rushing to leave, "if you were that tired to begin with, you deserved to sleep. Demon. Mirajane. You gone? Mmmm." Burrowing his head deeper in the blanket, he only mumbled, "Still worth it."

This was originally going to be a one-shot, but I had a few extra ideas for them being late to things and then was going to do an extra long one-shot, but breaking it into five chapters works best, I think. A new chapter of Dinner Party is up next though, for anyone wondering about my stories. Maybe tonight or tomorrow. We'll see.