Chapter 2: Spooning

I was behind him snuggling, I told him I was the big spoon and he told me I was too little it was more like he was wearing a backpack.

Lucy was out tonight, which meant that I got the whole apartment to myself.

I was extremely thankful for that because it was mine and Gajeel's six month anniversary and I wanted to make it special for him. I planned on making him a large dinner that he would love and went out and rented all of his favorite action movies.

When he came over, he almost fell to his knees in happiness to see what I had cooked for him. Of course, that sent me into a laughter fit because seeing the terrifying Gajeel fall to his knees in front of me was something that I could only dream of. He responded to my laughter with a glare and a "shut up, shrimp."

I didn't shut up.

It was too hilarious.

So, Gajeel and I ate my dinner. Well, I should rephrase that to 'Gajeel ate my dinner and I only got a handful of food'. He apologized for not leaving enough for me, but I said I was no big deal, and that I wasn't hungry anyway. I wanted my boyfriend to be happy!

Since he was satisfied and had a full stomach, he collapsed on the couch with me and we snuggled while watching extreme action movies. They weren't really my thing, but he watches enough chick flicks for me that I figured I would give him this one.

After the movie—well….

Yes, you figured it out.

We had sex.

It was our anniversary! Shut up!

I'm not going to go into the details of any of it, but it was wonderful and Gajeel is always so gentle. Sometimes he's afraid that he's going to break me because I'm so tiny but I have to remind him that I might be small, but I'm not fragile.

And after our wonderful and romantic endeavor, we decided to spoon and go to sleep, as we were both extremely exhausted from our—ahem—exercise.

Anyway, I was behind him, holding him close and snuggling to him his bare back, his hand holding mine. When I mentioned to him that I was the big spoon he laughed at me.

He laughed for a good two minutes.

When he finally got control of himself, he told me that I was too little and it was more like he was wearing his own personal 'Levy Backpack'.

My own boyfriend has compared me to a backpack.