Notes
deblovesdragon - This is a little bonus mini chapter for you. I was going to put it further along in the story but there you go. Thank you for the review! And sorry for the rage! ;P
Gajeel was a sound sleeper. It was something that had always stuck with him from childhood. He knew it was the same with Natsu. Growing up in the care of a Dragon resulted in a number of unavoidable occurrences. For starters, Gajeel could sleep pretty much anywhere. In a tree. In a cave. On a Dragon's head. No problems. He was also a very deep sleeper. Dragons tended to make a lot of noise, even while unconscious, so you learned to get used to a lot of background sound. To top those off, there was never any fear associated with slumber that one would expect with any other small child growing up in the woods without Human contact. After all, there was nothing out there that could contend with a Dragon, nor would be stupid enough to try. Much less with Metalicana. A Dragon with a spotty reputation even among his own kind.
So when Gajeel went to sleep with Levy in his arms you could bet that he wasn't stirring for anything other than the apocalypse.
Getting water poured on him while he slept seemed to do the trick though.
"Rise and shine, Gajeel!"
The Dragon slayer leapt to his feet snarling and coughing. His now wet hair slapping over his face and covering his eyes. The sound of Levy giggling stopped his unholy rampage before it started. His first instinct was to obliterate everything in range.
"What the fuck was that?" He snarled at the woman. Droy, who was standing off to the side behind Levy took a few more worried steps back but Levy smiled sweetly, rocking back and forth on her feet, hands clutched behind her.
"Your new wake-up call while I'm figuring out your sentence for that crap you pulled in the caves," She responded jovially.
Gajeel glared at her in silence. Spitting a few stray strands of hair out of his mouth as he tried to compose himself. He spotted Jet sitting beside the still warm campfire trying to dry himself off. He looked like a drowned orange rat. The Dragon Slayer couldn't quite decide if it comforted him or not to know that Jet got the same treatment. Gajeel settled on the later.
"Fine. I deserve it. Why's he wet?" He asked. In all honesty it had been his plan and Jet had been against it from the start but had been just desperate enough to be convinced. "It was my idea," Gajeel cracked a grin that served only to annoy Levy. "Besides, I ain't afraid of getting a little wet, Shrimp," He retorted with unusual smugness.
"Your accomplice is wet because he was your accomplice, Gajeel," She stated matter-of-factly. Levy absently realized Gajeel was trying to cover up the fact that he'd just intentionally tried to commute Jet's sentence with an extra serving of his usual grating personality. It was sweet. Not sweet enough to earn him a pass on this one. But sweet enough for something.
"Fine…Jet stays dry," Her fingers moved almost unseen and what Gajeel reckoned was about three or four gallons of water fell from the sky and drenched him.
He'd been hoping when she winked at him in the caves it had been one of those sexy time punishment winks. Unfortunately, it was one of those 'Imma ruin your week and laugh doing it' ones. She really was his perfect woman.
Jet stood up after Levy stormed off and passed Gajeel his own waterproof poncho.
"Thanks man. I think you're going to need this for a while,"
Gajeel took the poncho and groaned. He'd no more dry clean clothes left and he was fairly sure that Levy knew that.