Morning Routine

No matter how many times her and Gajeel have fallen asleep holding eachother, Levy always ends up mashed against the wall and without any blanket.

She sighs as he sprawls out further, rubbing his feet together and kicking off his socks. Carefully, Levy takes the corner of the quilt and threads it gently towards herself.

"Not so fast." Gajeel mumbles, opening one eye and grinning wolfishly. Levy laughs as Gajeel pulls her against him. She goes to press her mouth to his, but he groans.

"Ew Levy, go brush your teeth!"

Levy smiles deviously, before puckering her lips. Revenge sure is sweet.