Author's Note:

Dear Readers,

I am beyond nervous doing this. I haven't written anything like this ever really. If you like it, I have some ideas to make it longer. I just need some feedback on whether or not it is worth continuing. Please, if you don't like it, just say it nicely. Break my heart gently.

TigersChild

Levy POV

The words on the page began to glaze over and the clock chimed 2. I usually stayed up much later working on translation jobs for the guild, however the day before had been trying. Listening to Jet and Droy bicker over me during the whole mission plus having written runes over an entire factory drained me. I looked over at the night sky through my window, I wouldn't admit it to them or the rest of the guild but I dreaded our next mission. I tired of their constant fawning over me. Mostly it just embarrassed me, but my work had started to suffer. I knew, sooner rather than later, I must break their hearts. I always said that I couldn't chose between them. Truthfully, they were very nice guys but I could never see myself with either. I should just disband Shadow Gear. I sighed heavily and placed the book on my desk. Slowly, I bent down and picked up my night shirt from the night before. I slipped the orange dress off and slid the shirt over my head while walking over to my bed. Sleep would hopefully be my friend tonight.

Gajeel POV

She stared out her window looking towards the sky. Her normal jovial light shadowed by thoughts I would prolly never fully understand. Shrimp was deeper and more layered than any human I had ever run across. I watched, anchored to my hiding spot, as she pulled off her dress. I waited anxiously every day for these moments. The sweat on my brow only a slight indication of my longing. Her light finally went out. I let the breath I had been holding go. My obsession for the blue haired mage had tumbled out of control. I watched her constantly. While she slept, while she worked, I was never far away. I scaled the side of her building with ease knowing the way by heart. Her window was at the very top and I blended with the gargoyles while I sat looming on the edge of the roof. I could listen for her breathing rhythms from here. Now, the hard part, waiting for her to sleep.

The first time I had snuck up to Fairy Hills, I legitimately worried about her safety. I used the same perch as I used tonight, to watch for danger. Ivan, the master of Raven Tail, had learned of my deception. I feared they would come after the members of Fairy Tail and she was the one I needed to protect the most. I sat above her window for hours listening to her soft breathing. As the glistening dawn approached, I swung down to her window. She always left the damn thing open. She was too trusting of the world in general, she never even imagined something as dangerous as me would slip in uninvited. And slip in I did. I watched her for only a moment, I knew the formidable Erza would be waking at any time. Even if my intentions were good, she would skin me alive for being in Fairy Hills.

Stealthily I crept towards the window and that's when it happened, that's when my heart dropped through my chest.

"Gajeel"

She whispered my name.

I thought for a moment she had caught me. I turned quickly to reassure her, to pretend I was returning a book. But her bright eyes were closed; her heavy lids had not lifted. She was dreaming. I cringed thinking she was prolly having a nightmare about the night we met. I could feel the fission in my heart growing. I couldn't watch her relive that night. I couldn't not watch it. I wanted desperately to comfort her.

"Gajeel"

She mewed my name even softer than before. My breath hitched.

"Please, touch me."

The phrase barely audible to even my keen ears.

My heart stopped. She began to squirm ever so slightly in her dream state. As if a lover caressed her delicate skin. I turned into the stone gargoyle I had pretended to be. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Hours could have passed I would not have given a damn. My senses turned to hyper-drive. I could smell everything, her books, the ink, the lingering magic. I could smell her arousal. My knees gave out. I kneeled at the edge of Levy's bed, praying to Mavis, that I wasn't dreaming myself.

"Gajeel!"

Her hips bucked wildly off the bed. She screamed my name. She kicked her covers to the side. Her lithe body in only an oversized t-shirt. Her nipples perked underneath the fabric. She began to rub herself. I couldn't leave if I wanted to.

"Please, Please Gajeel!"

She begged me in her dream. I knew what she wanted. Release. If I touched her, would she wake? My hands tingled painfully. Aching to give Levy what she craved.

"Gajeel, Gaj…eel!"

She chanted my name. Her body flushed red. She dropped back to the sheets. Sighing on the way down. Her chest heaving, she shown with a light layer of sweat. I wanted to lick the sweat from her sweet skin. I wanted to taste the essence of this beautiful woman. Instead, my eyes drank up the sight. Searing it in my brain. A knock on the door awakened me from my stupor.

"Levy! You awake?" Mira, cheerfully, called to her. I practically flew through the window to the safety of the ground below.

I remember my first time watching her sleep. I could play the scene in my head with heartbreaking clarity. My first thought as I ran from Fairy hills had been, she wants me. By the time, I got back to my apartment, I realized I could never have her. I wasn't worthy of her. I could only protect her and I would protect her as, long, as I had breath in me. That would be my penance for ever seeing her as prey.

So what do you think? Is it worth me losing some sleep to keep this going? My brain and heart are going crazy right now. Be swift.