His hand was warm on her back above the lining of her dress, save for a thin band of metal across his finger. He pulled her closer as they danced, swaying to the music. Rocking back and forth slowly, he gazed at her, enamored woman in his arms. Tilting his jaw down, he nuzzled his nose into the top of her blue hair, breathing in her scent.
His voice was so quiet only she could hear, "I love you, Lev."
She smiled, cheeks warm, "I love you too, Gajeel."
Gajeel spun Levy around. He crossed her arms over her stomach and into a hammerlock, slowly dancing behind her. Their fingers intertwined by her waist, held together in a warm embrace. Gajeel moved closer, to place his chin on her shoulder, when Levy's ass grazed his thigh. Pain from his tightening pants reminded Gajeel of just how long it had been since they'd laid together. The way she moved her hips to the music drew him to a deep carnal place within himself, and Gajeel released her hands, moving his own down her hips.
Levy barely noticed. His hands against her were so comfortable and familiar. Hollers surged from the crowd, and she remembered where she was: at her wedding, with the entire guild watching them dance under the spotlight. Levy spun on her heel just as his hands ghosted over her ass.
"Gajeel, people are watching us. You can't do that right now," she whispered, grabbing his hands in her own and dancing further away. Her reluctance only made the hunt feel more real, and he wanted her even more.
"Levy," Gajeel's voice was thick with lust, "you're so damn hot in that dress with my ring around your finger." Arms crept around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. His thumb rubbed her wedding ring. "I just wanna touch my wife. Is that so bad?"
Levy giggled. Gajeel was clearly working himself up. She glanced at the ring he'd crafted specially for their vows. It meant everything to her, and her heart wasn't the only thing that swelled. "No, but you'll get to touch her on the honeymoon."
Gajeel ran a hand over her hair and fingered one of the purple flowers woven into the design. She nearly purred when he rubbed the back of her head. He worked his other hand discreetly down her figure, brushing her breast before settling on her hip with a slight squeeze. "I don't think I can wait that long. Don't you wanna touch me too?" he whined.
Hiding her blush against in the folds of his suit, Levy chided, "Of course, silly, but I can keep it in my pants while we're in public."
"Oh, really?" A flash of excitement sparked in Gajeel's eyes. The hunt was on. His voice became deep and seductive. "What am I supposed to do when all I want right now is to suck your neck?" Levy's face grew hot. "What should I do when my wife dances in that beautiful wedding dress, moving her hips, teasing me with her exposed back, just begging me to toss her on a table and take her?" He drew out his words like syrup, sticky and sweet. "You won't spend much more time in that dress if I have my way." Gajeel snapped the back of the dress against her skin, eliciting a muffled moan. "I want to get my face between your legs and make you scream, Mrs. Redfox." Levy shivered against him. "You like that? Do you like it when I tell you what I'm gonna do to you?"
Levy nodded.
"Good," he growled. The more they danced the more he painted a very dirty picture. Levy felt heat building inside her; Gajeel's words electrified her skin. "I'm gonna roll your nipples between my teeth, flicking and blowing air across their tips. You're gonna be so hard, and as you're moaning and bouncing off my cock I'll lick the sweat from under those perfect, soft breasts of yours." His words sent Levy's mind reeling. "I'm gonna put you on your back and make your toes curl with my tongue. I know you love my tounge. Then I'm gonna run my fingers against that spot that makes you moan, the deep one that nearly knocks the air from your lungs, and you'll beg me not to stop." Need burned in Levy's stomach, a deep carnal need that could only be satisfied by Gajeel. And she knew her need would only grow until he was buried inside her and they were both hot, sweaty, and satisfied.
Levy found herself lingering against him as they moved, her hips pressed into his, hungry for contact. With every lift, spin, and touch Levy felt herself falling into his words. He painted a fiery scene of bodies grinding together, kisses on sensitive skin, and the promise of being one, tired and blissful. All she had to do was say yes. But they were still on the dance floor. Levy enjoyed the thrill of nearly being caught, but no one needed to see them going at it like bunnies in the middle of their reception.
"Are you getting wet, Mrs. Redfox?" Gajeel purred. He nipped at her earlobe. "I know you are," he growled, "I can smell you."
Levy's heart skipped, and she clumsily spun to face him. Her cheeks were as red as his eyes. Gajeel pulled her until there was barely an inch between them and continued to dance. After a few breaths, Levy calmed herself and noticed a bulge pressing against her stomach. Unmistakable, she looked up at Gajeel and smirked.
"You're just barely keeping yourself contained, aren't you Mr. Redfox." she teased, tossing her hips to the music just a little more than necessary.
"That's why I'm keeping ya in front of me, Shrimp," he grunted. Gajeel wrapped his arms around the small of her back and kissed her. Levy let one hand quickly brush against his pants; he was rock hard under the fabric. Gajeel tried to smile, but his jaw was tight as he suppressed every instinct he had for the sake of their dignities. The music began to fade. Gajeel grabbed her hips, lifting Levy into the air and lowering her flush against him before tossing her legs so she was cradled in his arms. He brought them together for one final kiss just as the last notes left the guitar. The room exploded into cheers and whistles. Gajeel knelt on one knee, allowing Levy to place her feet on the floor.
"A wonderful first dance for the happy couple!" Cana yelled into the microphone. "Everybody drink!" The room grew even louder as beer mugs slammed onto tables.
Gajeel placed a hand on Levy's shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Meet me in the back. I don't think anyone is waiting for the honeymoon." He stepped back into the shadows as a line of Levy's friends came to pepper her with congratulations. Girls gushed and teased, but Levy's mind was focused on Gajeel's words from their dance. A voice crackled on the microphone, announcing the bouquet toss, and Levy took her spot on the stage. Women surrounded her in a hungry crowd, eager to claim the prize. Levy tossed the bouquet as hard as she could and turned, scanning the room for Gajeel. He was gone. Silently, she thanked the guild's rowdiness as a fight broke out between Evergreen and Erza for the bouquet, allowing her a moment to slip away.
Levy ventured to the back of the venue, passing the kitchen and laundry room. She called out for Gajeel softly, but he was nowhere she looked. The red curtain that marked the large room they'd set aside for coats and gifts shifted in the corner of Levy's vision. Her interest piqued. Peering inside, she felt a harsh tug on her wrist and a mouth crashing down on her own. Levy let herself fall into the kiss, cool metal studs familiar against her lips. Gajeel pulled her close. His hands ran all over her skin, desperate for her touch. His kisses were fierce and hungry. Gajeel's fingers made her whimper and moan as he teased her over her dress. Levy didn't realize her hands were over his body as much his were on hers until they broke for air. Gajeel's shirt had been wrenched from his pants and unbuttoned halfway, his white jacket discarded on the floor.
"What took you so long?" Gajeel asked her huskily between kisses. "I was about to come find you and carry you back here over my shoulder." His hands played with the top of her dress, gently coaxing her breasts free.
"Nothing important. Tossed some flowers," Levy sighed, pleased with the way his fingers rolled across her nipples.
Gajeel ground her against his leg; both of them moaned as softly as they could with the increased friction. "God, Levy, I need you," Gajeel whined, hiking her up higher. Levy felt his erection, thick and strong, brush against her panties, and her restraint crumbled.
"I'm surprised we even made it through the ceremony," she joked in between gasps.
That made Gajeel laugh, and he slowed, looking at her longingly. "Levy, let me have you." he asked quietly. She smiled back at him, nodding, and the last shred of Gajeel's self-control burned to ash in his desire.
His hands moved below her dress, caressing her stomach then dipping under the fabric of her underwear. He felt up and down her slit. Levy's wetness stuck to him, urging him not to pull away.
"Shit, Lev, you're so goddamn wet. Damn, you want me to fuck you so much, don't you?" Levy popped her ass out, encouraging him to venture further. "Yes, dear." He tried to poke fun at her impatience, but his eyes filled with the need to satisfy his mate. "You don't have to ask me again." Gajeel ran his hand over her ass, just feeling her, then dropped to his knees.
Levy's core throbbed with anticipation; she'd been teased more than enough to be ready for him. She widened her stance as he backed her against the wall. Gajeel dipped his head under her dress. He kissed and licked his way up her legs. Levy quaked each time he nipped at her skin. He knew she had no idea where he would strike next, and her body was on high alert.
Gajeel grabbed her lacy garter belt with his teeth and pulled it down her leg. Levy shuddered at the sensation of his canines grazing her skin. He slipped it off her leg and tossed it across the room. Gajeel worked his lips back up her leg and sucked the skin where her garter belt had rested. He ran his tongue over the grooves and designs left there by the tension.
When he was finished teasing her thigh, Gajeel made his way higher. He let his face rub against her underwear as he peppered kisses just above the line where it rested, tight against her skin. He dropped back down. Gajeel let out a deep exhale when he got to her crotch. His hot breath further roused her core. Gajeel took her soaked panties with his teeth and flicked his tongue out to graze her clit. Slowly, he pulled them down, allowing Levy's sensitive folds to savor every sensation of the fabric as it clung to her.
Gajeel grabbed her lower lips with his, rolling her clit between his teeth. His pride swelled nearly as much as his dick when she cried out his name. Levy's knees buckled; he had anticipated the response and caught her as she fell. Gajeel pressed her into the wall. He revelled in the taste of her juices, knowing his cock would soon be coated and satisfying his wife in a way only he could. Levy's walls shuddered against his touch. He'd done quite a number on her while they were dancing, and though his lips sent electricity through her veins, she wanted to be filled with him. She wanted the sensation of her husband in and around her, consuming her as they both bit back screams of pleasure. She needed him to cut his teasing short.
Levy grabbed Gajeel by the hair and pulled him to meet her lips. He knelt there stunned as he realized what she wanted. Levy's kisses pulled him from his surprise, and his passion surged. He pressed them both into the wall with just his chest. He let his hands roam over her dress once more before fumbling with his belt. Gajeel lowered his pants, and Levy bent down to grab his head with her lips. She was so wet she was practically dripping on the floor, but he was not, and he needed some lubrication if things were to go smoothly. Gajeel groaned as she ran her tongue up and down his length. It was fun to take the wheel and make him moan too. Levy quickened her pace, her head bobbing faster and faster, and Gajeel's vision exploded into stars. He cursed through his teeth as his cock throbbed from the pleasure.
"I can't wait to fuck you so hard on our honeymoon," he gasped as she twirled her tongue around him. "You'll barely be able to walk, but I'll carry you anywhere you want." Gajeel knew he couldn't go so hard that she couldn't walk out of the coat room; the guild would definitely notice that, even if they were currently drunk off their asses.
"I want that too." Levy replied, her lips popped as she released him. She pumped him a few more times with her hand until she was satisfied with her work. Gajeel's head had lolled to the side under her touch, but it jerked back forward when she removed her fingers, a disappointed moan following close behind. Levy let her hands slowly trail over his legs as she stood to meet him; they were thick and muscular. Delicious thoughts about what those legs could do filled her thoughts, but she paused, realizing they were more toned than she remembered. "Have you been doing more squats? Your legs feel different somehow." That earned her a deep laugh from Gajeel.
"Well I gotta make sure I've got the strength to keep my wife pleased on our weeklong honeymoon, especially if I'm gonna carry ya." He flashed her a grin. "She likes things surprisingly rough and dirty." Levy blushed, but did not deny it. Gajeel suddenly lifted her by her thighs and positioned himself against her core. Levy wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lowered her onto his throbbing cock. Gajeel slipped into her more quickly than either had anticipated, thanks to their intense teasing, and both groaned, excited to finally be together. Levy arched hard into him as Gajeel pressed her into the wall, careful to keep her stable. She dug her nails into his back as she adjusted to his length. After a moment of deep breathing, Levy's grip loosened and she sighed, ready for more. "I must be a lucky man to have found someone who likes things just as rough as I do," he panted as he began to thrust into her, surprised by just how deep he could go.
"Damn right you are." Levy gasped, curling around him so he could move her hips faster. "I'm glad I found a man who can keep up with me." Gajeel had to stifle a roar as he pumped her harder. He was dizzy with lust and would soon be close to his climax. He needed more purchase to move and dropped to his knees. Levy's back hit the floor and Gajeel was on top of her; his thrusts were frenzied as he kissed her face and neck, admiring her flushed skin, her breasts jiggling, knocked out of her dress long ago. Levy wrapped her legs around his waist, angling herself up just a bit and he slid further inside her. The sensation nearly stopped his heart, and Gajeel cursed as his orgasm overtook him suddenly. He hadn't made her come yet. Levy cooed and kissed, petting his head as she worked him down from the surprise. She could tell by his expression that he was conflicted; Gajeel took pride in her orgasms, but Levy hadn't been going long enough this time to be done yet. She filed the position she'd angled her hips at away for future use; she loved knowing the little moves she could do that would drive him insane, and that one had definitely done the job.
When Gajeel regained his breath, he fingered her clit, determined to make her come. He began to build her up slowly, the way he knew she liked it, until his ears pricked and the color immediately drained from his face. He could hear someone calling down the hall, looking for Levy. Gajeel cursed and picked up the pace with his fingers. Anger spread across his face and coupled with the intense motion, Levy could tell that something was wrong. She stilled his hand with her own and sat up so she could look him in the eyes.
"What's wrong, Gajeel?" she asked softly.
He turned his face down. "I'm sorry Lev. I came so fast and didn't get to finish ya and—"
"Just tell me." She kissed his forehead and rubbed the back of his neck; it was a tried and true method she knew would calm him down. Gajeel sighed in defeat.
"Someone's coming to look for ya," he grumbled, "and I haven't made ya feel amazing yet."
Levy bumped her head against his gently, catching him off guard. "Don't be silly. We've been back here a while. Someone was bound to come looking for us soon."
Gajeel nodded. "I know. I just really love making you moan. I don't want to leave you...unfinished."
Levy smiled at him and giggled. "Trust me. I don't want to either, but it sounds like we don't have much of a choice. We don't need to be caught with our pants down at our own wedding." She could now hear footsteps searching around the halls. Gajeel let out the most pitiful whine he'd ever given her and watched her with longing eyes. The voice calling for Levy grew fainter. "Fine," she conceded, "but you have to stop if they come back."
Gajeel sprang back into action. He pulled out every trick he knew, rolling her clit with his lips, running his fingers down her walls, and flicking her nipples. If he concentrated and kept an ear on the unknown person, he was sure he could get her close. Intense passion burned through Levy's veins as Gajeel laid siege to every sensitive spot on her body. Levy arched her back hard as he ran her towards the edge of her climax, not used to being stimulated so much all at once.
"Levy! We need you! Where are you?" a voice called. Whoever was looking for her was close. Gajeel cursed under his breath and instinctively clenched his teeth. The pressure he accidentally put on her clit shot her forwards but did not tip her into ecstasy. Gajeel knew he had to stop. He pulled away from her throbbing core and Levy whimpered. She was so close. Damn being caught, damn whoever didn't take the goddamn hint that she needed to be alone with her husband; she wanted release.
Gajeel rose and pulled Levy to her feet. Her eyes pleaded him to go back, but he knew she would be mortified if they got caught, so he swallowed the lump in his throat. Her hands ran over him, begging as much as her eyes, but he placed them back against her.
"They'll be here soon," he whispered. Gajeel grabbed the underwear that lay around her ankles and pulled them back into place. "Don't worry Lev," he squeezed her ass playfully, eliciting a moan, "we're not done here." He smoothed her dress, and Levy snapped out of her stupor. "But it'll probably have to wait until the party is over."
Levy sighed in agreement and began to fix her hair. Gajeel righted his clothes and moved to hug her from behind, playfully nipping her ear. "Just image how wet you're gonna be, Lev." He couldn't help his hand that reached under her dress for her core again, teasing the time they had left. "You're gonna be begging me to jump you." His fingers found her pearl and rolled it softly. "You're mine, Levy, forever." She melted back into him. "You're my treasure, and I treat my treasure well." He gave her one last squeeze, and she whimpered, shuddering under his touch. "Now go out there and don't get caught. I'll find you soon." Gajeel's words had barely reached her ears when he pushed her out of the curtain, straight into Lucy.
"Levy!" Lucy squeaked as she nearly toppled over. "Where have you been?"
"I needed some, uhh, lip gloss from my purse," Levy murmured, "I have to stay pretty all—"
"Pretty. Right! We have to go. It's time for the garter toss!" Lucy grabbed her hand and quickly dragged Levy, stumbling over her own feet, back to the ballroom.
Levy composed herself as she stepped onto the dance floor, smiling for all her friends. She made her way to the center and sat in the white chair waiting for her.
Cana's voice rang over the microphone, "And our bride is ready! It's time to toss the garter belt. Single men, and any woman willing, gather on the floor as we wait for our groom."
Jet and Droy ran through the ballroom's side doors with Gajeel in tow, triumphant smiles lighting up their faces. "We found him!" Jet shouted, "he was eating silverware in the kitchen."
Levy giggled at the thought. Gajeel had done a nice job of not actually being caught. He was even munching on a fork as they tossed him onto the dance floor.
"Alright, loverboy!" Cana joked. "Go grab that garter from your wife and toss it to the dogs!" She jumped off stage and ran into the pack of men, excited to test her luck.
Gajeel blushed as he walked toward Levy and knelt next to her. They smiled at each other for a tender moment, then Levy crossed one leg over the other, exposing some of her thigh. Gajeel pulled back the dress slowly and his hand grazed a band of grooves but no lacy, white belt. He blinked, confused, and then cursed. Gajeel's mind surged with the memory of his teeth grazing her skin, pulling that lacy garter down her leg, Levy moaning for contact, and him tossing it into the corner of the room. His hand stopped, and Levy peered at him quizzically. His eyes were wide as they met hers, and Levy suddenly understood.
She forgot to put the garter belt back on.
They stared at each other for a breath, eyes locked in panic, when Gajeel suddenly dropped her dress and threw her over his shoulder. The crowd shouted their disapproval as Gajeel carried Levy off the floor. With his back turned to the group of gathered men he yelled, "Sorry, pervs! Dragons don't share." There was an uproar of booing, but he placed Levy into a chair next to Lucy. Gajeel kissed Levy for a long minute and plucked a flower from her hair. He walked on stage and tossed the flower to the crowd. "Fight over this! It's time for my solo performance." Gajeel practically skipped into the wings as groans and shouts rose from the rest of the guild. He returned with his favorite white guitar and approached the microphone. "This one's for my wife."
Levy beamed back at her husband as he began to play.