Levy groaned as her alarm lacrima went off, opening one
eye to glare balefully at it before reaching out to swat the off button,
reluctantly shuffling to the edge of the bed with the intention of getting up
only to find her movement arrested by the hand now wrapped around her wrist.
With a smile, she tilted her head to peer at her mate, rolling her eyes as she
realised that he was trying to feign sleep even though his grip tightened when
she tried to pull herself free.
“Gajeel…I have to get up,”
she didn’t even sound convincing to her own ears, and she was unsurprised when
his fingers tightened again…although she couldn’t stop herself from yelping
when he abruptly pulled her back, causing her to land against his side and
before she could escape he had wrapped her up in a tight hug, trapping her in
“You’re warm,” Gajeel
mumbled, ignoring her protest and nuzzling into the side of her neck and
despite herself Levy felt herself melting into his arms, tilting her head to
give him better access before sighing in defeat.
“Just a little while
for a minute, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation of fingers
tentatively squeezing his shoulder…he didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to
turn around and see that it was nothing more than an illusion, but gradually he
found himself shifting, his shoulders slumping as he turned to find nothing but
empty air behind him. It wasn’t the first time he had felt that sensation, and
every time he felt a spark of hope rising in his chest…desperately praying that
the last couple of months would turn out to be nothing more than a dream…a
nightmare…and every time he was disappointed. He sighed, sinking down on the
sofa and trying not to look at the pictures covering nearly every surface in
the living room…the books on the table that he hadn’t had the heart to remove,
Levy’s scent washing over him as he rested his head against the back of the
sofa and he closed his eyes as he realised that it was fading. It took him a
few minutes to realise that the sensation had returned, only this time the
fingers were ghosting over his face and this time he forced himself to keep his
eyes shut, to just lose himself in the feeling.
“Levy…Levy is that you?”
He whispered, longing and pain warring for control. “Please…
Gajeel had been ready to descend into full blown panic
when he came to, his body a solid mass of pain and the memory of Levy’s voice
raised in fear running through his mind. It took him a moment to realise that
he could smell his mate and just that was enough to have him relaxing, until he
caught the sour note to her scent and groggily he tilted his head towards her,
blinking to clear his vision as he finally spotted the familiar blue shape
leaning over him.
“You’re an idiot,” Levy
cut him off, and he blinked again, almost wishing that he hadn’t when his
vision cleared enough to let him see the fierce scowl she was sending at
him…the sour smell intensifying, and he wrinkled his nose, sighing as he dawned
on him that it was her anger tainting her smell. Groaning he reached up and
brushed his fingers across her cheek, relieved to see her expression soften a
little at the gesture, her scent beginning to return to normal.