Fairy Tail

Gajevy Week 2015

Day #1 - Cooking

The azure-haired mechanic awoke to the scent of something being cooked. As the blunette rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she sat up and the blankets around her pooled at her waist.

A smirk appeared on her face as she recalled who she had spent the night with. And the amazing passionate embrace that occurred between them. A face set with crimson eyes and obsidian hair.

"He must be making breakfast." She mused aloud. She chuckled. "What a gentleman."

And she meant it too. As much as she loved her boyfriend, an added bonus was how superior he was to the boyfriends of a certain hot-tempered blonde and an aloof blunette.

Hopping out of bed, she put on a gray robe that was dotted with ebony skulls. The soft fabric hugged her curves nicely as she glided across the floor of her bedroom. She was walking through the doorway as she made her way to the kitchen. While she did, the aroma wafting into the air and caressing it with its scent intensified to the point where she could identify the source.

Pancakes. She thought with an appreciative sniff.

When she stepped into her kitchen, she saw her journalist flipping the fluffy goodness at the oven as he was dressed in a simple, loose-fitting white tee-shirt and dark pajama pants. She gave his behind an approving stare, wondering if he was wearing any underpants underneath.

Shaking her head to clear it of such a vulgar thought, she decided to make her presence known. "Oi!" She shouted.

The man at the oven flipped another pancake before turning to her. "I see you've woken up."

"And I see that you've started making breakfast." She retorted. She raised a single blue eyebrow. "Why?"

"Well," The man started before turning back to the oven and flipping another pancake. "I figured that it was the least that I could do." His stomach grumbled. "And I was famished." He added with a chuckle.

The blunette had her opinion of that known when her stomach made a rumbling sound.

"Looks like you're a bit peckish as well." The crimson-eyed male observed good-naturedly before glancing at her stomach out of his peripheral vision.

"Has been awhile since I ate." She muttered under her breath. She noticed that his eyes were still resting on her. And that they had moved upwards.

"Like what you see?" She asked as she pulled down some of the material obscuring her right shoulder.

He turned his attention back to the oven. But it wasn't before she caught a glimpse of the crimson color settling onto his cheeks.

"I'll take that as a yes." She said, fixing her robe as she swelled with pride.

"Yes." He coughed. "Breakfast should be prepared soon."

"Can't wait." She smirked before walking over to him. She traversed over to the cabinet, unaware of the fact that her rump was being ogled at. Getting two plates out, she placed them on the counter next to the oven.

She went over to the table and sat down, kicking the chair up by its hind legs. "Bet it'll taste delicious."

The obsidian-haired man said nothing as the scent of pancakes filled the air.

The mechanic leaned back in her chair before patting her stomach appreciatively. The journalist sat adjacent of her, a contented smile on his face.

"Got to say," She started. "that was one of the best meals I've ever had." She looked at the news reporter. "Where'd you learn to cook like that?"

He chuckled ruefully. "Well, when you cause yourself to be ousted by a multitude of restaurants, it's a good idea to be able to cook for yourself."

"Have a feeling they don't appreciate criticisms about their food." She commented dryly.

He shrugged before getting up and taking the plates to put in the dishwasher. When he sat back down, she was staring at him with a concupiscent look in her cocoa-colored eyes.

The scrutiny caused a faint crimson to rush to his cheeks.

"You know, while the food was good," She started before getting up from her seat. "I'm still a bit hungry."

Catching on to her intent, the blush receded from his cheeks as a smirk adorned his features. "You are, hm?" He asked. "Well, what did you have in mind?"

"I'm not entirely sure." She answered as she sat in his lap. She made herself comfortable as she linked her arms around his neck. "But I'll tell you if I figure it out."

"Think I may have an idea of it." He said before he leaned in to capture her lips in a kiss. The kiss lasted for several moments before they parted, a hazy sheen flowing into their eyes.

"That was a good appetizer." She commented.

"But?" He prompted with a coy smile.

"I'd much rather have the main course." She said before pressing her lips to his. Unlatching a hand from behind his neck, she snaked it down his chest. Making her way down his body, she slipped her hand past the waistband of his smirked as the answer the question she had asked herself earlier revealed itself. And from what she could feel, it was in the negative.

"Feeling eager, aren't you?" He mumbled into the kiss. He moved one of his hands to clasp one of hers.

She pulled away, their fingers still interlocked. Locking eyes, he saw that she looked completely unabashed. "Guess I got curious."

In response, he removed his hands from hers before edging the waistband of his pants lower and lower until she noticed the alluring sight of his hips and the skin that led further south. A second passed before he pulled it down lower and his manhood was exposed.

He pulled his pants back up.

"We should probably relocate to the bedroom." He said.

She was out of his lap before he had even finished his sentence. She lingered in the doorway. She raised an eyebrow.

He chuckled. "Have to clean up the kitchen first."

She sighed before her lips curved upwards. "I'll be waiting."

After he had cleaned the kitchen, it was as if he hadn't even cooked in it today given its cleanliness. Making his way to the bedroom, he found the blunette sitting on the edge of the bed. And that she wasn't wearing anything.

"I was wondering when you would come." She said as he closed and locked the door behind him.

"The kitchen took longer than expected to clean." He said as he crossed the distance separating them. He threw his shirt off and cast it aside before slanting his mouth across hers.

She said nothing as they leaned back against the bedding. She started to pull his pajama pants off and he finished the job by kicking them off.

With nothing separating them, their kissing intensified. And as their hands explored each other's bodies, they both knew that there was nowhere they would rather be than with each other.

Author's Notes: Sometimes, I just don't know what I'm writing anymore. ...Anyway! Read, review, et cetera, et cetera. See you guys tomorrow! Maybe. Depends on if I write anything else. Next prompt should be "Lipstick" if I end up writing anything.

Cover Art? Google Search: Gajevy Kiss. Image is from the Fairy Tail Manga. 413 Days.

Also, Happy Valentine's Day to all you lovers! And to those of whom are single, Happy Single Awareness Day!