Song: Will You Love Me Tomorrow

Artist: Carol King and James Taylor (not the original, but I like this one better)

Pairings: Gajeel/Levy, Lily/Levy friendship

Words: 884

Additional Notes: I made it as T as possible, but there are some definite adultish themes (I guess), but it's very brief. Also, it's very sad.

She only had one night, one night to make everything perfect. He would leave in the morning, a two year job would take him away from her.

She made his favorite dinner, played the most fancy music she could think of, even asked Pantherlily to stay out of the house for the night. The black cat had smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what she wanted.

She stood in his kitchen, boiling the noodles for the dish, tuna casserole. Wiping the sweat off her brow, she sighed as she looked at the clock.

7:00. Dinner would be ready in an hour, and given the hour it would take for them to actually eat, she wouldn't get to have her answer until at least a few hours before he had to leave.

She focused on opening the cans of tuna and soup. Her focus was broken at the sound of the door opening. Her name was called, several times before she could pull herself together enough to speak without her voice sounding shaky.

She still faced the oven, listening to the sound of heavy boots come closer to the kitchen. She felt strong arms wrapped around her waist, and a breath on her neck.

"I'm home."

Words she wouldn't hear for two years.

She managed to get through dinner without breaking down, but a heavy thought was weighing on both their minds at the table. She started to feel her eyes water, so she stood up and silently started to clear the table and wash the dishes.

He just sat there.

A few minutes passed before he got up and walked behind her. He wrapped his strong arms around her again and buried his nose into her neck. She couldn't resist the urge to tilt her head, so she did.

He started swaying to the music still in the background, she kept scrubbing the plates. Soon, too soon, they were all clean, and she moved to dry them, but he refused to let go of her.

"Leave them."

She fought back tears. He turned her around and bent over, hugging her as tightly as he could without hurting her. She hugged him back, just as fiercely.

They stayed there until he pulled away, looking at her with his red eyes. And he kissed her, desperately. She returned it without thought.

They both stumbled around, trying to find the bedroom without letting go of the other. Eventually, one of them opened the door, she wasn't sure who. They fell back and he kissed her so gently, but she wanted more than that.

This was their last night together, for two years. Twenty-four months. 730 days. 730 days without his touch, with out his fingers gently caressing her body.

She was damn well going to make it count.

The night didn't last long enough, she needed more time, more of him, more touches, more everything. She wasn't ready for him to be gone.

She lied next to him, wrapped in the soft sheets, waiting for him to fall asleep. His arm was draped around her waist, holding her tightly to him. She felt his breath on her next steady and fall into a deep, slow rhythm.

She couldn't hold it back anymore.

She didn't want to wake him up, but she had to leave, get out of this room. She managed to shimmy out of his grasp and grab her orange robe before quietly bursting out of the bedroom. She collapsed on the couch, curling into a ball and covering her mouth with one hand to quiet her sobs. She let it all out, she cried and cried and cried, until she couldn't cry anymore.

She didn't know at the time, but he was standing in the doorway, not knowing what to do. He couldn't stand to watch her cry.

"I'm sorry."

He knew his words meant nothing as she turned around and stared at him with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"I'm so, so sorry."

He held her close to him and rocked back and forth, letting her cry.

"Will you love tomorrow?"

He was taken aback by her question, but he knew he couldn't answer it. Of course he would, but no words would help the love of his life now.

"Tell me now. Please, tell me now, and I won't ever ask again." She pleaded with him, begged him to answer.

He wouldn't. Because no matter what he said, he would still have to leave. She knew that. When he said nothing, she quieted down.

Without words she moved to leave, the room or the house, he couldn't be sure, but he stopped her anyway.

She looked at him and his heart broke. He lead her back to the bedroom and pulled her robe off her. She looked down at the floor until he picked her up and layed her on the bed, their bed.

He knew she wanted more, but no matter what he gave her, it wouldn't be enough. So he just held her, held her as tightly as he could.

They fell asleep together, just like any other night. But neither of them wanted to wake up and face the inevitability of what the morning would bring.

But tonight he was hers, and she was his. And that would never change.

A/N: Yes? No? I like it. Did you? Tell me, by reviewing!

~Marshy