A/N-Hey everybody, this is my first published Fanfiction (WHOO)! If anyone has read my profile, you know this is my OTP for Fairy Tail, so I hope I got their characters right. Pleasepleaseplease review I need feedback! Begging? Me? Where in the world did you get that silly idea? *Looks off in random direction* Anyways, enjoy guys!
It was an unusually quiet day in the guild. Team Natsu, along with Wendy and Carla, were out on a mission, the Raijin Tribe was training, and most of the other members (including two-thirds of Team Shadow Gear) were caught in the rush of requests as a result of Fairy Tail's new number one status. However, this was hardly noticed by the Guild's resident bookworm as she entered the building with her nose buried in a book. It was a good day for reading, yessiree, with Jet and Droy on a job and a new novel to pore over. It was a thriller by her favorite author, fresh off the presses. Levy slowly wandered to a table near the back of the guild, which she liked to think of as 'her' spot. Whenever she wanted to be by herself, she sat at the single chair and was free to do what she wanted. As she neared the table however, it was to her surprise that she bumped into a solid figure that seemed to be occupying the seat. Levy looked up to see that the Iron Dragon Slayer seemed to have elected to take a nap in her chair.
Slightly annoyed at the interruption, she poked him on the shoulder in an effort to wake him up. when it was met with no response, she poked again, harder. Nothing.
"Gajeel."
Nope.
"Gajeeel."
Nada. She put her face right next to his ear.
"GAJEEEEEL!"
The raven-haired man slowly cracked one eye open.
"What is it Shrimp?"
Levy sighed in frustration. "You're sitting in my chair."
"Tch. Don't see your name on it Shorty."
"C'mon Gajeel, I always sit there!"
Now Gajeel himself knew this very well. More times than he would ever admit he had watched her come into the guild and read at that very spot. More times than he liked to admit had Lily caught him doing so. But over his dead body would he ever admit into buying into any of that mushy crap to anyone. He had a reputation to uphold, after all, even if no one else was there. So for the time being the Iron Dragon pretended to be oblivious.
"So?"
"So, can you let me sit there?"
"Tough luck Midget."
Then time seemed to stop as she brought out he ultimate weapon. The eyes. The absolutely stunningly adorable love-me-and-do-whatever-I-say eyes that put newborn puppies' to shame.
"Pleeeeeaaase?"
Gajeel's stony visage cracked, a choked Gh! the only sound that came from his mouth. Recomposing himself, he sighed and looked away.
"Fine."
Levy mentally cheered victoriously and waited for him to get up. To her surprise, instead of moving out of the chair, he picked her up, put her in his lap, and closed his eyes, leaning back against the chair.
It was exactly 3 seconds until she got enough over her shock to answer.
"W-what are you doing?" she squeaked.
"You wanted to sit, so sit."
"B-but-"
"Sit or leave."
"But Gajeel!"
But the Dragonslayer had already fallen fast asleep.
Still frozen, Levy felt a blush spreading across her cheeks that would outmatch Erza's hair. What could she do? She couldn't just sit there like nothing was wrong, could she? But if she got off after going to all the trouble to get the seat it would be like he had won, wouldn't it? So, stock straight, she proceeded to read her novel.
As the hours wore on, she almost imperceptibly began to let herself lean back as she relaxed. Unknown to even her, by the time darkness had fallen she had settled comfortably against the Dragon's chest, still engrossed in the tome. She was nearing the end of the book, and the two idiots who obviously liked each other were finally getting together. Finishing the last page, Levy let out a huge yawn. Looking out the window and seeing the hour, she knew that she should go home and get some sleep. Everyone was coming back tomorrow, after all. Actually getting out of the chair was another matter. Being tired, she was somewhat reluctant to move anyways, and it was so nice and warm on Gajeel's lap, and comfortable, and- ACH! NO! BAD LEVY! Those thoughts aside, however, there was another problem, she discovered. In his sleep, the Slayer had apparently draped an arm across her waist, effectively preventing her from moving. Ignoring the sudden redness on her skin, Levy turned to wake him. She stopped however when she saw his face. The man's usually hard and scowling features were now relaxed, and she could almost see the dim tracery of a smile on his face. She didn't want to wake him up, not really. This was perfectly fine. Settling back against him, she fell fast asleep.
Neither mage saw the shikigami as it drifted out of the guild.
MWAHAHAHAHA! I bet you didn't think I would do that, did you? No, no fluffy happy-happy-joy-joy story for you, nuh uh. You should know it's never that easy.