Levy's First Time

Levy's stomach was jumping all over the place. Her skin was flush, her eyes wide. Her hands were shaking and her feet were like lead. She was nervous to say the least. She wanted this, really. She had agonized over this for a week since Gajeel had so causally slid it into their conversation. Who does that? He was so relaxed and at ease with the whole thing, but then he had experience. Levy had never done anything like this before. She was a good girl. Right?

She gulped down some air around the knot in her throat. She was going to take this risk, she had to. She wanted this. She was going to go through with it. If nothing else, it would be worth it just to see the look on his face when she showed up at his door. He had told her to be there after lunch, she hoped he hadn't forgot. Oh Mavis, what if he had? The thought of knocking on his door and him questioning her presence mortified her. She felt sure she'd die of embarrassment right then and there.

Come one, girl get it together! She chastised herself. She took two steps before another thought occurred to her, what if there's blood? Sometimes there's blood. Surely he wouldn't care, he's a warrior after all, a little blood wouldn't bother him.

She pushed on toward his house, her heart pounding and her feet dragging. She did want this, right?

Finally she arrived at his front door. She knocked twice. Nothing. Maybe it wasn't loud enough. She knocked harder. Nothing. He forgot! He's not even here! Stupid Gajeel! She thought. All here nerves were gone, replaced by anger. Any passerby would probably see steam coming out of her ears. "Bakka," she cursed at the door, before turning to go. She turned straight into the hard chest of the very person she was now cursing.

"Looking for me Shrimp?" he teased as he ruffled her hair. "Somebody's excited, gihi." He laughed as he stepped past her to open the door. He held it open, "Ain't got all day Shrimp."

Levy gathered herself and quickly stepped in; she would not show weakness now. She sat her purse down on the small table by the door and surveyed the room. It was sparse, but clean. Surprisingly clean actually. It was a small one room home, with a kitchenette in the corner nearest the door; there was a large arm chair in the next corner with a small end table next to it; the next corner had a door she assumed led to a the bathroom and finally there was a bed; it was huge. The bed must have taken up half the limited floor area.

"You gonna stand there all day, or are we going to do this?" He was so to the point. She studied him for a moment, eyes wandering over his many metal studs. She had been fascinated by those studs since he had joined the guild. They lent him an intimidating air of danger and aloofness. She had seen the gentleness behind those studs though. She knew he was capable of fierce loyalty and even compassion.

She gave him a curt nod. "Go lay down on the bed."

She obediently made her way to the bed, slipped off her shoes, and lay back. Gajeel's bed was softer than she had expected, she practically sank into it's depths surrounded by his warm scent. She closed her eyes for a moment to take it all in, she was really doing this. When she opened her eyes again Gajeel was standing over her, a wolfish grin plastered to his face. Just like that her stomach knotted into a bundle of nerves again. He must have seen something on her face, "You okay Shrimp? We don't have to do this you know. It's not too late to change your mind." he said voice low and soft.

She looked into his eyes and calmed down immediately when she saw the concern there. Of course she could do this. She knew she could trust him; he would never hurt her-again.

"No, I want to. Please Gajeel," Levy relaxed into the bed and he sat on the edge. He put his hands to either side of her waist and adjusted her position to suit him. Slowly and deftly he raised her shirt to expose her stomach. She sucked in a quick breath as he leaned over her.

"Relax Levy," he said as he placed one cool, steely finger against her belly button, "ready?" he asked

"Ready," she said. She felt a hot stab of pain pierce her naval, but as soon as it came it was gone. Gajeel tinkered around for a few more moments before pronouncing her done with his trademark, "gihi."

Levy sat up and quickly felt her stomach. Where once there was soft, smooth skin, there was now a cold bump of metal. Gajeel held out a mirror for her and smirked as she admired his handy work. Levy now sported a small black steel heart in her belly button, the curved bar bell was closed at the top by a small, brilliant yellow gem.

"Oh, Gajeel, I love it. It's perfect, thank you!" In her excitement she threw her arms around his neck and practically jumped into his lap. A second later, she realized she was sitting in his lap, on his bed, in his house, just them...Crap!

She threw herself backward, out of his arms and stood, awkwardly pulling down her shirt. Trying to cover her embarrassment she said, "So, a heart?" Crap why did I say that? Idiot.

It was his turn to be embarrassed, "I thought it suited you," he mumbled as he looked away.

"Where'd you find it, I want to pay you back for it." she said, trying to steer the conversation down a less intimate road.

"Don't be stupid. Besides, I made it." he replied gruffly.

Levy's fingers absently touched her new piece of jewelry, he made it? "Thank you." was all she could say as she stared in wonder at Gajeel, so rough, so hard, but so timid, and thoughtful too.

"Come on, let's go tot he guild hall, I want to show Lucy." She grabbed his hand and started to drag him out of the house and down the road, without waiting on his reply.

She was so glad she had decided to do this.