Author's note: sorry for that initial post. I have no idea why that happened. These little drabbles are my attempt to get back into writing. I really am not a fan of writing fan fiction because I used it as practice in middle school, but I prefer to write original ideas. Now I'm back to the basics. Please don't request more updates in the comments, these updates have no schedule other than my motivation. You can PM me suggestions, but I don't guarantee I'll deliver. This is just practice. Enough from me, enjoy!

Levy could barely keep her eyes open as she put her books away for the day. Her mission earlier had drained her emotionally and physically. Her only goal was to find Gajeel and use him for his warmth. After she placed her last book in its proper place, she shuffled down the hall to the master bedroom. Levy hears the gentle sound of Gajeel brushing his teeth, but she decides to get in bed and wait for him. She would love to hold him from behind as she waited for him to finish up, but she knows she would fall asleep against him.

Moments later, she hears Gajeel spit out the last of his toothpaste, the squeak of the faucet handle, and the final rush of water. Next is the click of the bathroom light switch and Gajeel's tired sigh. She glances over her shoulder at him, and he catches her gaze.

"I thought I heard ya come in. Ya look exhausted, love," he says with a grin. Gajeel slips under the covers behind Levy, immediately pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her.

She sighs, pressing against him as he buries his face into her neck. "I hope you don't mind me sleeping in in the morning, because… I don't think I'll be very active tomorrow."

His deep chuckle causes Levy's back to shake with his chest. He kisses her neck with warm lips, and passes his warm hand up and down her side. Levy smiles in content, snuggling deeper into her pillow.

"I don't mind a day in tomorrow. We've both been runnin' ourselves crazy lately. A day or two of rest wouldn't do any harm," Gajeel says against her neck, his breath heating her neck.

"Mm, I agree," she mutters.

Gajeel continues to run his hand up and down her side. She can feel the heat of his hand through her t-shirt as her mind falls further into sleep. He can feel her ribs as he passes them; they gently expand and reset as she breathes. He moves his hand to massage her stomach. Levy's toned abs are covered by the thinnest layer of fat. She often asks him if her "squishy stomach" is off-putting, and he never hesitates to show her how even his toned stomach can be squished. Gajeel never hesitates to explain how her body will never fail to attract him. She always laughs and buries her face into his chest with a glowing, warm blush.

Gajeel pauses his movements as Levy turns to face him. She always does this to indicate she wants to sleep. They rarely sleep snuggled right against each other. As cute and cuddly as it may sound, it can be a little painful the next morning. Gajeel often woke up in the middle of the night because his entire arm was numb and unresponsive. Levy would complain of cricks in her neck and back because having Gajeel directly behind her restricted her movements. So now, they start out cuddled together before moving apart to sleep.

Gajeel rests on his back as Levy's breath evens out. He smiles softly at her serene face before closing his eyes and falling asleep himself.

The next morning, despite her plans from the night before, Levy wakes up early, even before Gajeel. His hair is splayed out around him, the sun shining through the curtains on the other side of him makes the studs in his face glow. Levy manages to smile at the gorgeous image of her husband, but inside she's irritated from missing out on a few extra hours of sleep. She rolls onto her back and slaps her hands against her face.

"Why," she groans softly.

"That brain of yers didn't let ya sleep, huh?" Gajeel's groggy voice says beside her.

Levy lowers her hand to look at him. His red eyes are bright from his constricted pupils, the sun making him squint slightly. She rolls over to look at him with a smile.

"No, guess not."

He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. "Do ya still want a lazy day in?"

"Yes please," Levy says. She glances at the book on her nightstand. "Since I'm up, I think I'll read some. Can I use you as my book rest again?"

Gajeel smiles before cracking his eyes open again to look at her smiling face. He groans slightly, rolling over so he lays on top of her. She rests on her back and wraps her arms around his broad back with a large smile. Gajeel moves his arms to either side of her and rests his head on her chest. Levy taps his shoulder, and he moves without opening his eyes to grab the book from her nightstand. He holds it over his head so her eager, small hands can take it and begin to read. The rest of their morning is spent in each other's arms, kept warm by blankets, sunshine, and body heat.