[ A/N: Thanks to the person who told me that it didn't submit right! ]
Levy made the mistake of turning towards his raucous laughter, curious about what had caused it. She had expected maybe a rare grin brought from a conversation with his Exceed, or Natsu with icicles in his hair. She had not been prepared for the visual onslaught that the iron dragonslayer would invoke on her.
Gajeel sat a few tables away, a challenging grin plastered across his face. His unruly black hair was pulled into a high ponytail and the long strands stuck to the sweat glistening on his bare back. Levy's jaw fell slack. His muscled arms crossed over his equally taut chest, emphasizing his sheer size, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. Molding torturously around his waist and thighs, his thin beige slacks drew the script mage's feasting eyes. He was masculinity in it's rawest form and she couldn't get enough. All she wanted was to walk right over to him and-
"My gosh, Levy-chan" came the embarassed voice of Lucy's, "You could be a tad more subtle while stripping him with your eyes!"
She immediately flushed and looked to her friend, a protest dying on her lips, for she couldn't deny what had just been going through her head.
She quickly drained her drink, keeping her eyes straight forward.
She really hoped he hadn't heard that.