The first prompt of Gajevy week! I've put my multis on hold temporarily to focus on this week's prompts! Enjoy!
BLANKET
Gajeel was a sharer of many things; his love and devotion he shared solely with Levy, his friendship with many, his strength with anyone who needs it, his music he more forcedly shared with those around him. He indirectly shared the snacks he would often hide in the back of the tallest cabinet, which were mostly stolen by Levy rather than actually shared and how she managed to get them was still a mystery to the pierced man. His home he shared with Levy and the best damn cat on the planet and his nights were also shared with the blue haired woman he treasured so dearly, but the one thing Gajeel never shared were the blankets.
Yes, many a night Levy woke to frozen toes and goosebumps next to a large mound of blankets softly breathing beside her. It hadn't even helped when she brought her own fleece blanket to bed that she usually left lying on the couch, he had managed to steal that as well.
She couldn't even depend on Lily to keep her feet warm, he had been banned from their bedroom over a month ago when Gajeel had noticed him just sitting there staring and yawning like cats often do at the foot of the bed when their touches and kisses had begun to escalate.
Gajeel had kicked the cat out instantly grumbling about him trying to enjoy a free show.
How he could still manage to cuddle her whilst hogging all the blankets was another one of life's many mysteries, and it wasn't that his larger body wasn't warm, it indeed was, but she still woke up with a slight shiver and toes that were on the verge of becoming icicles. She could probably choose better sleeping attire, longer pajama pants – maybe actually wearing pants – and not so flimsy of a tank top, but then what was the point of being able to feel his skin on hers? She shook that thought from her head and sighed. So on this particular night Levy finally decided to do something about her predicament.
In one quick motion Levy seized the blankets and exposed the large man that had previously been hidden underneath the pile. Rolling over to cuddle underneath them her plan was to play innocent when the inevitable beast woke up looking for his stolen treasure.
"Wha…what's going on?! Are we under attack?" Gajeel shot up from the mattress, disoriented from his sudden wake up call. Glancing around the room as his eyes adjusted to the dark they finally landed on the small figure beside him and he grinned.
"Shrimp, you're hogging the blankets."
That did it.
Levy rolled over and sat up with all the fierceness of an angry kitten who couldn't catch the damned red light, though in her mind she was more like the panther pouncing on its enemy, but same difference really.
"I'm hogging the blankets? Gajeel, you steal them every night! My toes are frozen!"
"Well that just won't do, we can't have frozen toesies. You're just going to have to snuggle in closer if you claim I'm the one stealing the blankets."
Levy harrumphed and slumped her shoulders, cheeks puffed out in her usual angry manner. She watched as Gajeel spread the blanket back equally over the expansive bed and then opened his arms waiting for Levy to settle herself back home within them.
With a sigh and a smile Levy crawled across the bed towards the love of her life and was enveloped into his strong embrace. Cuddling herself closer, she could hear the steady beat of his heart from within his chest as she laid her head against him. His legs wrapped around her lower body and her toes found instant warmth against his muscular calves, she wiggled them to show her satisfaction and felt the deep rumble of his laugh reverberate within his torso.
"You're still a blanket hog." She yawned, determined to have the last word.
"Mmm and your snoring could rival a train."
His hold around her tightened just enough to keep her from retaliating, but the gasp she elicited still had him laughing, "I do not snore!"
"Whatever you say shrimp."
Levy felt his lips peppering kisses against her hair and forehead and as much as she wanted to fight the snoring battle sleep won over and she drifted off into a warm and comforting lull and knew that in the morning she'd wake once again without a single blanket.
