This was just something fun for me to do. If you'd like a more adult version of the story, where they keep going and things are a bit hotter [rated mature], leave a review!
"Nnng" the sounds of groaning, rubble and settling dust were what spoke of Gajeel's victory. He shifted against the floor, taking a second to catch his breath, as he glanced around his settings. His heart still hammered in his chest, it's loud song of a rage he harborded only moments ago rang in his ears. The dust settled to reveal his opponent Rouge, a shadow dragon slayer that was guilded with Sabertooth, passed out on the floor. The mage had attacked Gajeel for no good reason, as far as he saw it, and thus deserved what he got. He sighed, running his gloved hand over his hair for a moment before taking off in a steady paced walk down the hall. He'd waste no more time on this beaten mage.
Levy peeked over the railing of the guild box they used to view the grand magic games, she was short so she had to stretch on her tip toes to hang over the side, but she liked the view point. They had just finished another one on one match between two of the visiting guilds, Levy huffed a bit, "Where is Gajeel?" She thought to herself for a moment before shaking off the thoughts that followed. Levy was fond of the rough around the edges iron dragon slayer, and she wasn't sure why, but it didn't stop her from watching from a safe distance. She smiled at the thought of their past encounters, when he'd save her over and over, it was as if he'd always kept an eye on her. She decided now was a good time to find the little mage's room, seeing as they'd have a break before the next match,turning on her heels to bound off for the entrance with a wave. "I'll be back! Bathroom break!" She called out to her fellow guildmates before vanishing out of sight, heading in the direction of the bathroom.
It was Gajeel's extra sensative nose that alerted him of the oncoming presence first, but the smell was not a threatining one. The groan that crawled from his throat was one of carnal urges, not anger.
No..Not her.
Not the girl that danced in his dreams when he'd manage to actually get sleep, otherwise he'd just lay there in the dark thinking of her lovley face. He was convinced she was an angel sent here to torture him, like hanging a lamb infront of a hungry carnivor. A delicate flower he wanted so badly to smell, but only managed to look at behind a locked glass case.
He could smell her hair from here, causing another groan to stir in his chest, it smelled of lilacs and lillies. The girl reminded him of flowers; fragile, beautiful.. but if you plucked them from where they rest, they fade and die..He could never let something so beautiful fall to that fate by his own hands, and he'd alerady done too much.
To Gajeel, she was the one good thing in a life he'd damned all on his own. Her presence in daily life, though minimal, was enough to satisfy his needs. He needed to keep her safe, and he could do that from a distance. When it came to his wants though, it was a much different story. He craved her...
Her footsteps slowly came into ear shot, though he was already fully aware of her beautiful self being moments away from him. She'd round that corner any moment, probably completley unaware he was so close.
His chest still pumped wildly as his adreniline only shifted his rage to passion... Oh how he'd longed to run his fingers through her blue locks and bury his face in the crook of her neck. How he longed to just admire her... taking time to let his eyes study every dimple and curve on her magnificent body...
When she rounded the corner, she greeted him with a classic smile. She was excited to see him, as she always was, but when she opened her mouth to speak the words their eyes met. It was when Gajeel's eyes locked on her own, his gaze filled witha burning so firece, it made her catch her breath. It was as if a thousand words had passed through their breathless silnce and locked gaze, speaking so much without really speaking at all.
Levy was frozen in place, her lips parted in an alluring daze as the situation took effect. Whatever she had planned on saying had left her, and she didn't budge an inch as Gajeel took his first few slow steps towards her.
She was beautiful...more beautiful now than he'd ever seen her.. as if everytime he was gifted with her presence she only got more beautiful. He'd memorized the daity features of her face long ago, and admired the glint of saliva that gracefully shined over her little plump lips. With her this close, her scent was practiclly intoxicating, and he found himself defenseless against his betraying legs as they moved him to her. They followed his heart, which was currently still pounding in his chest even faster as he was dragged by his love, closer and closer to her.
It seemed like an eternity passed in those few steps, and all the while he fought himself convinced he was dreaming and he'd really just died back there. When he reached her, he was still thinking that, even as their toes lined across from eachother and the scent of her hair wofted through his senses. She was so tiny in comapred to him, even more reason to be careful with her, like a fragile flower he feared he'd break her with just another step.
Lilac's tickled at his senses mixed with something else, a bit earthier with an underlying sweetness to it. His eyes broke from hers, on a mission all their own, and soon devoured the image of her so close. He'd took his time to study her, passing over each part equally. She'd surley notice his gaze, as he was not hiding it by any means. He admired the thin haze of sweat that beaded across her collar bone.
She was perfect. She was like heaven, so far away that he could never touch the clouds. Which is why what happened next, shook him to his very core and left him there with stars in his eyes.
Levy was a blaze, overcome with a strage and welcoming warmth that spread from her insides and exploded liek fireworks at her feet. She'd liked Gajeel from the begining, and was quick to forgive him for any offsense, even the big ones. His physical presence was enough to make her heart beat faster, but this close was something far beyond her. His gaze tore through her walls of shy nature like fire and lit something deep inside her belly that fueled her heart and put a fuzzy haze over any logical thinking.
She was gentle, as she was with everything, when she placed her hand on Gajeels chest. Letting her fingers slide up the broad man, to grip onto the collar of his tunic, as if she needed it to reach him. She pulled on it, stretching out onto her tip toes to reach his beautiful face, and let her lips press against his own.
Gajeel froze at first, the insane electricity that shot from such a small caress of her hand on his chest kept him still. When he fingers looped around his shirt, her soft skin bare against his own in such a small mannor, he was firmly under the impression he was dead. His skin was crawling with a sense he was all too familar with, but when her lips melted into his own he became putty in the little mage's hands.
No one moved Gajeel like the little solid script mage, and his heart burned for her, fingers aching to touch and hold. His arms came around her waist softly, scooping her up in an effortless motion as he savored her lips on his own. She tasted like fire, sweet and smokey. He'd imagined he'd never make it to heaven, but here he was, and he was thankful.
She was light, almost small enough he could cradle her in one arm. Her lips sent waves of lightening through him and if given the option, he'd have stayed right here forever.
When her lips parted from his own, it was as if a piece of him went with her, and he held her still cherishing the feeling of her petite stature embraced in his own. He loved this little fairy more than he'd ever though he could love anything, and he vowed to himself to eternally protect her. He was sure she'd vanish at any moment, as if his judgement was passed, and he'd plummet into the burning fires of hell itself.
When their gazes met for the second time, the sultry gaze that still eminated from his dark red orbs sent chills down Levy's spine.
She was the first to break the silence, her quiet mousey voice managing to strangle out the words "G-gajeel.. could you... put me down?" she asked, not sure if that's truley what she wanted, but they were still in the middle of the hall.
The dragon slayer grinned, flashing her a toothy smile before laughing. The vibrations of his chest against her tiny body only made her squirm more in his grip, and he reached up to cup her chin gently, causing her stomach to flip. His voice was deep and breathy, the warm air that escaped his lips tickled her lips as he spoke. "Not a chance, Shrimp..." and he took her in a kiss, one he had much more control of and had Levy's squirming form settled in his arms compliantly.