I own nothing.
Her head hurt. She knew if she opened her eyes, they'd hurt. Was it possible for her skull to have shrunk?
Her hair hurt. She wasn't certain how her hair hurt. Or why it hurt. But her hair definitely hurt. And not in a 'this hairdo is too heavy on my head' kind of way. Like a 'each strand is crying out in pain' kind of way. The realization that she was anthropomorphizing her hair made her realize that she was still somewhere between drunk and hungover. Also, thinking the word 'anthropomorphizing' while sorta hungover was rather painful.
She tried to get comfortable, hoping to sleep off more of this migraine before the nausea kicked in, when she realized she wasn't in her pajamas. Levy's annoying, morning person personality woke her up, causing her to stumble out of her room naked enough times that she had learned to wear pajamas. But all she was in was an oversized shirt that was definitely not one of the ones she'd stolen from Laxus.
She remembered the party. Dancing with Bickslow. Out drinking Bickslow which explained the hangover. Did she finally manage to go home with Bix? Then she remembered purple-gold eyes and black hair and shot up in the bed.
"Ow. Shouldn't have done that," she moaned, cradling her head.
"Here," a voice said quietly and she felt fingers rubbing her temple as magic eased its way in slowly.
She looked up into Zen's eyes with a smile. "Thank you. Did we?"
"No. You were really drunk. Getting you to sleep in that shirt took a lot of work."
"Right," she said, glancing down and appreciating how nice his chest looked and recognizing that she was still too drunk to get flustered.
"You did mention that you wanted to climb me like a tree."
"Yup." She glanced at the clock on his bedside table. "However, it's three in the morning. How about a few more hours of sleep first?"
Zen chuckled and pulled her onto his chest to get comfortable. "Go to sleep," he said, stroking her hair.
Yup. Zen won by two points.