Juvia didn't sleep that night. She couldn't, but it's not because she wasn't alone this time or because it was no other than Lyon sprawled on a pile of blankets next to her bed. He may be the main cause of her lack of sleep, but it was not his presence that bothered her, she actually thought she'd enjoy it.
Lyon didn't sleep that night either. His eyes were closed and he wasn't awake, but Juvia would never call that sleeping. He kept tossing around, whimpering, making pained expressions and muttering something she couldn't understand no matter how hard she tried to.
She kneeled by his side and tried to at least stop him from moving around, but when her hands touched his skin, she gasped at the feeling. Lyon was burning. She hurried to her kitchen and soaked a towel. She gently wiped his sweaty face and placed it on his forehead.
When he stopped moving, she somehow managed to lift his heavy body and place it onto her bed, that was way more comfortable than the floor.
She stayed by his side, holding his hand in a firm grip, leaving him only when she had to change the towel on his forehead. Her eyes were filled with worry and care, unused to seeing this young man in such a vulnerable state.
Juvia felt bad. She thought that, for some reason, his condition was her fault. But the bluenette didn't stay by his side because she felt obligated to do so. It was something else and it bothered her from deep within, the way it made her heart thump against her chest.
Even though Lyon was having an awful fever that night, she couldn't suppress the urge to let her eyes wander over his naked torso.
Cold sweat covered his skin, giving it a glossy shine, making his toned abs look even more captivating. She let her finger trace from his cheek, over his trembling lips, to his sharp jawline. It was barely a touch, her small finger was almost floating above his rough skin, afraid that she might wake him up. Slowly, it found its way to his chest, trailing over his stomach, feeling his muscles, icy sweat, burning skin. She thought he looked absolutely breathtaking.
With a sign, she removed her hand from his body and covered him with her navy blue blanket. She removed the towel and leaned to his face, placing a soft kiss on his burning skin, feeling salty sweat on her lips.
Even in this fragile state, she knew Lyon was strong and she kept telling herself it will be all over before the morning comes.
She allowed herself to sleep somewhere after the dawn, when the sun was out, lighting up her room. Lyon's fever was down by then and she could finally breathe normally.
She rolled off her bed, onto the thick pile of sheets on her floor, hugging them closer to her exhausted body. She closed her eyes, letting Lyon's lingering scent on them overtake her senses and fell into a deep slumber.
A/N Boring chapter, but I wanted to update haha. Hope you liked it anyway :)