I know I'm late (don't hit me), but this is what happened: *clears throat* So Saturday I went night skiing with family friends. The weather took a turn for the worse later at night and the winds were up to like 30 mph and it was snowing super hard. It took us 30 minutes to get out of the ski resort and an hour and a half to get back to the mountain house (it should only take 30 minutes to get back). The roads were so bad I couldn't get back to campus, so I had to crash at their mountain house. Essentially, I didn't have my laptop (or other clothes, or a toothbrush, or really anything) to finish yesterdays prompt. So here is yesterdays! And no, I have not written the one for today. I'm just going to be a day late on everything. Ahhh I'm sorry. In any case, here is the story. Side note: I used to play soccer/I've played soccer for twelve years. Yayy Enjoy!
I don't own Fairy Tail!
"Mister Redfox," the small voice said as more of a question than a statement.
"Yeah, come in."
The petite, blue haired girl in scrubs walked into the room to see her patient. He was sitting on the bed with that uncomfortable piece of paper beneath him.
Oh god he's hot...
His legs dangled off the edge of the table with his sculpted arms propping himself up where he sat.
Really hot.
"My name is Dr. McGarden, but you can call me Levy. I'm your physical therapist." She smiled kindly at him, extending a hand.
He grabbed it firmly, his large, rough hands such a contrast to her pale, minute ones.
"I'm Gajeel," he said while shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Gajeel." She smiled sweetly at him, before pivoting around to grab a seat from the latter side of the square room they were in.
He noticed her body. How petite and curvy it was.
Oh god she's hot...
She turned around and flipped her curly blue locks to one side and gave him a slight smile.
Really hot...
"So, your charts say you had surgery recently." Levy said, scanning her clipboard stocked with paper.
"Yeah, on my knee" He responded, pointing down to his tanned, right knee with a large, linear scar displayed on it.
"How has it been since the surgery?" she asked, clicking a pen in preparation for his answer.
"About three, four weeks ago."
She nodded her head. A silence fell between them as she wrote down a few notes before asking: "And how has it been feeling lately?"
"Well, it's been hurting like hell..."
"Mmhm...And tell me, how did you injure your knee?"
"Playing soccer."
"I see..." She said, continuing to write his words down. "And do you play recreationally, or..."
"Professionally."
Levy glanced up at the man, his face plain and chiseled."Oh wow! That's impressive!" She added, setting down his chart on the counter beside her.
"You're impressed?" He asked with a sly grin.
Levy felt a heat leap up to her cheeks as his demanding eyes stared at her. "I-uh, yeah! I mean, my patient is a professional soccer player. It's not everyday this happens...or any day really." She laughed and rolled her chair over to his leg- her face literally at eye level with his-
"What position do you play?"
"Center Mid and occasionally back left center. Do you play?"
She shrugged. "I used to back in college- just recreationally though, nothing overly legit." She smiled up at him before placing a hand on his scar. "They did a beautiful job on patching you up..." She added, grazing her hand over his long scar in admiration.
"I don't think I've ever heard anyone call a scar beautiful..."
Levy giggled. "Well there's a first for everything right?"
Gajeel gazed down at the doctor in front of him, her eyes focused on examining his knee. "I guess so..."
She slid her hand over and around his knee, pressing at certain points. "Does this hurt?"
He shakes his head.
"Here?"
"No."
"He-"
"Shit!" Gajeel cringed.
"I guess that's a yes." She shifted her hand to the backside of his knee. "Can you straighten your leg for me?"
He slowly retracted out his leg, her point fingers pressing against the sides of his knee, holding it straight. He grimaced at the slight pain, moaning slightly.
"Just go as far as you can, okay?"
"I can go all the way out!"
"You don't have to push yourself."
Gajeel paused and looked down at the blue haired woman. He folded his arms across his broad chest and about pouted.
He flexed his leg out fully.
"Good." She concluded, guiding his leg back to its folding position. "How did that feel."
"Fine."
"On a scale of one to ten?"
"Three."
"Good!" She grinned and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Okay, so now you're going to stand up and walk a bit."
Gajeel threw a thumb over his right shoulder. "Do you need me to get my crutch.
"No crutch. You can use me." She stood up and rolled her chair back. She stuck her arms out in preparation for guiding him off of the table.
Gajeel just stared at her, his eyes quickly glancing over her body. Her petite, curvy, slim body. He swallowed hard before gradually sliding off of the bed and into her surprisingly strong grip.
"You're pretty strong for a shrimp." He joked, smiling down at her as she essentially became his right side.
Levy pouted up at the large man towering over her, his charming smile igniting something in her and that look in his eyes…
"Should I be offended by that?"
"No, no it was a compliment!"
"Gee, Gajeel. You're so kind," Levy responded in a bland, sarcastic voice.
She placed a hand on his abdomen, his hard abs clenching beneath her touch.
He wrapped an arm over her shoulder, focusing on not putting too much weight on the woman in fear of breaking her, and possibly collapsing to the ground all tangled up in each other with her legs around his body and her flushed face looking back up at him as she leans in to-
"You can put weight on me. I may be little, but I can pack a punch," she said with a smile. Her hazel eyes fluttered up to his red ones, a small grin growing on his face.
Gajeel adjusted his weight on her. She grunted softly as his muscular body pushed down on her like another atmosphere.
His body was hard and strong- she could feel it through his tight black shirt.
How did she get so lucky in having such an attractive patient? Let alone a professional soccer player. And she would be touching his legs and his stiff body beneath her tiny digits-
"You okay down there, shorty?"
Levy felt a heat rise up from the tips of her toes and leap up to her pale cheeks. Her face was flushed as she twisted her head up to him.
His eyes spoke of concern but he was sporting a sly grin, as if he caught her with her naughty thoughts.
"Y-yes! I'm fine, Gajeel!"
His laughter rattled his whole body, his grin growing wider. "You're pretty weird, Levy..."
She blew pieces of loose hair out of her face as she took a few steps with him. "I could say the same about you," Levy concluded with a smile.
After a few steps across the room, the pair walked, or more of stumbled, back over to the bed. She guided him back down with a plop and sighed a relief- now that his weight was literally off of her back. She stepped over to her where her clipboard laid and flipped back a couple of papers to write down something.
He watched her write, her hair falling down into her face- she tucked it back. Her shoulders moved with her breaths, still breathing heavy from her previous endeavors.
She ripped off the piece of paper and leaned towards him.
"We'll meet back up every Tuesday for two months, okay?" A grin grew on her face as he stared down at the piece of paper and then up at her with his demanding, lustful red eyes.
"You got it, shrimp." He snatched the piece of paper from her and looked down at it. He smiled at her handwriting, the way she dotted her i's and crossed her t's. It flowed together in a world combined with regular print and cursive.
"Here you go," she announced, presenting his crutches to him.
He whipped his head up to her, her large, endearing hazel eyes seeking out something in him. So kind.
"O-oh. Thanks," he added, taking them from her with a light blush gracing his cheeks.
She giggled at him, quickly noticing how flustered he was.
Gajeel grumbled in response and couldn't help but smile a bit at how cute she sounded.
"So, I'll see you next week?" Gajeel asked, sliding off the table and crutching towards the door.
Levy nodded and blushed a bit when he looked back at her with his cheeky grin that displayed his rather sharp teeth. There's something about that smile that made her want more.
As for Gajeel, it was her hazel eyes and soft, pink lips that widened into a smile when he looked at her that kept him coming back.
"I'll see you then, Gajeel."
"You got it...Doctor McGarden."
I have been thinking about continuing this AU in a separate story thing...What do you think? Tell me in the comments! Thank you for reading! Don't forget to also visit my tumblr: mulamegs.
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