Darn dog! Stop nuzzling my arm with ur freakin cold nose while I'm tryin to type! Seriously?!
Lucy woke slowly, the last bits of sleep clinging to her like flames to dying embers. Speaking of embers, the familiar scent of Cinnamon and Charcoal entered her head and danced along her brain, filling it with the familiar warmth the owner of the scent always brought. She let her eyes flicker open as she breathed heavily, taking in as much of the scent as possible.
The first thing she saw was the tanned skin of his chest as it rose and fell softly along with each breath, the warm air tickling her hair. She raised a gentle hand to his chest, placing it tentatively upon the toned surface and gently sproking the soft flesh with the tips of her fingers. She looks up, eyes bleary with sleep and mind still foggy with the same substance.
His face is closer than she expected, his nose only inches above hers, buried softly into the tangled tresses of her blonde hair. His eyes are closed gently, dark lashes forming a barrier to any stray light. His lips are parted softly, bringing air in and out of his lungs in small, heavy breaths. Her mind still heavy, Lucy brought her hand from his chest, tracing it across his jaw to his lips. She runs a finger along his bottom lip, noting with surprise how soft it is.
He stirs, and she freezes, hoping to God he won't open his eyes and s- oh. Right. Natsu can't see.
Lucy droops sadly. Her hands moves from his lips, back along his jaw to rest on his cheek, cupping it softly in her hand. Her thumb strokes his face, back and forth, a steady rythym. He sighs in his sleep, inclining his head against her hand. After a moment of this her eyes began to droop. Sleep returns and her hand again resturns to natsu chest, joining it's mate.
Both her hands now lay balled against his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin and his arms wrapped snuggly around her waist. She was soon asleep once more.
Natsu planted a short his on her head, smiling, "Goodnight," He said softly as he snuggled he cold form closer to his warmth, sleep soon claiming him as well.
Levy felt slightly guilty about abandoning Gajeel in the boardroom but he looked too content sleeping for her to wake him. Besides, she was only going to the library for another book.
ifling through the aisles she stumbled upon a large tome that she was certain didn't belong in the Fiction departmment. Heafting the large, hard back volume she noticed the title. 'A Complete History of the Hartfiria Knighting Chord.' Now that was a title you didn't hear every day. Befuddled, Levy dragged the thirty pound book to a large table towards the back of the library.
She opened the first page and blinked, unsure if what she was reading was even in English. Words such as knap, lapsed, perpend, and pall stood out.
Favoring her sanity over curiousity, Levy quietly crept away from the book, hopeful the librarian didn't see her. She snatched the first five romance novels she found, left her other three at the check-in table and bolted.
She stopped running once inside the boardroom with the door firmly locked. Heaving a sigh of relief, she turned to see the steely red gaze of Gajeel planted firmly on her. He sat with his arms crossed over his chest, any traces of left over sleep long gone. Gruffly he asked, "Where have you been, shrimp?"
Sheepishly, she gestured to the books in her arms. He nodded in understanding, unfolding his arms and placing his elbows on the table to support his head on his palms. "Anything new in the library?"
Levy paced her way to sit across from the boy, Erza wouldn't mind this short break in the seating chart. His comment was meant in snide but she found herself nodding in response and signing out, "Yes, in fact, I found a wierd book in a lanquage I didn't understand. It looked like English but I found it hard to decipher."
Gajeel was silent for a minute, she figured he was just ignoring her and prepped one of her books. "Sounds like Olde English. Y+Do you remembeer any of the wierd words?"
Levy was caught off guard. Humoring him, she spelled out one of the many strange words. When she was finished he nodded in thought, seemingly sorting through different things. Finally he decided on one. "Elizabethan." He said.
Levy cocked her head to the left in befuddlement, needing no signs to convey her confusion.
Gajeel clarified. "Elizabethan English. You know, Shakespeare, The Globe. What light through yonder window breaks. It is the east and Juliet is the Sun. Ring any bells?"
The second he began to quote Shakespeare Levy's face took on a distortment of great confusion, and yet, a slight appreciation. "You know Shakespeare?" She signed out. Gajeel shifted a little in anxiety and finally answered out, "Why not."
"The guy literally invented swag."
Fluffy, fluffy.
This chick in my Health class wanted to see my book/journal thing I made - yes, I glued a book together, cover and everything. I'm good like that - in Folk Art cuz I was journaling while teacher was talking - stupid teacher thinks I'm listening. Psshhh - and I was like, "My book." She was like 'Let me see' and I was like "My book." I know her okay and all, its not like she was some stranger I barely talk to, but it My Book. Another chick, one that I did NOT know very well, asked to borrow my awesome Ear Pollution YELLOW earbuds. I was like 'I totally put my earbuds I=on my desk so you could use them. I totally wasn't gunna jam out to my own tunes, Bitch, here take them.' Of course I only thought that.
Okay dog, I will pet you now. So stop it.