A/N: Hello everyone! This is my little story for Gajevy Week Prompt One: Blanket. I have been meaning to post this forEVER, but I never really got to it. I originally posted this on my Tumblr on the actaul day of Prompt One, but I wasn't up to posting it here. Anyways, here it is. It's short, but (hopefully you'll find it) sweet.

The rain had been coming down hard. They had been walking almost all day, trying to get back to the men they left behind. If there were any, that is. Luckily, they found what seemed to be an abandoned tool shelter, which provided a good dry space for the both of them.

"Shrimp, you're freezing. Take your clothes off," Gajeel said from the little fire pit he made.

"As if," she scoffed. She pushed her wet hair out of her face, scared about the frizz that would likely appear in an hour or so.

The big man stood up abruptly and stomped on over to his partner. "I'm not joking Levy. We're both wet to the bone with no other shelter. Just take off your damn clothes!"

"No!" she shrieked, stomping her own foot.

"Fine," he grumbled. However, he didn't just let it go; he held her back and started taking her arm out of her coat. "If you won't, I will."

"Gajeel, what are you doing? Stop!" said Levy struggling to get out of his hold. Being who he was, the Iron Dragon Slayer let go.

"I'm not going to let you freeze to death, Shrimp."

At this, Levy looked up at him. Seeing his face, she realized how ridiculous she had been. But she had morals, right? "Fine. Just turn around."

He pivoted and started walking towards the small fire he had made before. "Not like there's much to look at," he grumbled. Before he could realize what he had said, he felt a nice solid kick to the rump. "I heard that," she said.

He smiled and went to his own corner to disrobe. "Just grab your blanket when you're done." And that's what she did.

They both sat by the fire, watching the wood slowly change shape. Neither of them said anything, letting the actions of the day sink in. Yet, Gajeel still noticed his blue-haired partner shivering; he sighed at the sight.

"Come over here Shrimp," he told her. When she just looked at him, he crooked his finger, motioning her to come over. Tightly wrapped in her blanket, the little strategist walked over and dropped to the ground next to him. Sighing again, Gajeel promptly stood up, and sat back down again, with Levy between his legs as he wrapped his blanket around both of them. Little did he know this act made Levy's face warm right up. "You ok Lev?"

She nodded. Even though she wasn't sure whether she truly was ok.

"You know, you can't lie to a dragon slayer. Our noses are too good for that." When he felt Levy puff out a short spout of air, he grinned. He was getting somewhere. "I'm worried about Lily."

"Lily?" asked Levy, turning her face to see him. When she made eye contact with her partner though, she quickly turned back to the fire. "Lily will be fine; he can handle himself. I'm worried about all the other guys."

Gajeel leaned his cheek on her head. "Yeah, me too. But I'm happy you made it out alive."

"That we made it out alive," she said sternly.

"What?"

"You're glad that we," she turned to look at him again. "both made it out alive."

Gajeel smiled and held her a little tighter. "Yeah, we're both alive." He felt the girl sigh against him as her breath got slower.

"And Lily's alive," she mumbled. "And the whole guild's alive." At this, Gajeel's heart tightened a little. He sure hoped that they were ok. Although he wouldn't admit it himself, he was afraid of losing this patched-up family. But for now, he was happy that she was alright.

He squeezed her again. "Yeah, they're alive. Lily's alive. You and I are alive. Everything will be fine." Levy hummed in response. "Good night Levy… I love you."

"What are ya doing, Shrimp?" his tired voice asked.

"I'm just making sure she's ok," answered his wife.

He walked over to her, wrapping her in his arms. "She's fine, Levy. Let her sleep. Let us sleep." He chuckled when she swatted at his arm. "She has the blanket, see? Nothing bad will happen to her in our blanket."

"Yeah, you're right. That thing has super powers, doesn't it?"

"Eh? I don't know about super powers; but it definitely has some great memories." His smile could be heard in his speech. "Maybe we should go make some more..."

"Gajeel!" whispered the bluenette, as he picked her up and stomped back to their room. But he secretly agreed: that blanket sure was magical.