You shall go to the ball

He wasn't looking forward to this evening.

Gajeel waited for her outside the door. Tugging at the uncomfortable collar of his unfamiliar tunic. The barmaid had been very insistent that he wear this. He had no desire to be on the receiving end of Satan soul so he had agreed to it.

He wanted to get tonight over with. Not that he didn't want to go with the pint sized solid script mage. Far from it. She was someone who he could see himself spending almost all his time with.

Her kind, gentle nature that masked a bravery and mental strength he had never seen in another person. Her delicate beauty and gorgeous arse were merely bonuses to the package she made up.

Spending the evening escorting someone who he was sure didn't want to be with him was not high on his list of things to do however.

He knew she was still nervous of him. The way she always blushed and wouldn't meet his eye and the way she would play with her hands when talking to him.

Why on earth was Mira so keen for him to take the girl though?

Burying his thoughts he rang the bell.

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Levy was unbelievably excited about tonight. Mirajane had got Gajeel to ask her to the dance as his date. His DATE! She was beside herself at the thought of dancing with him. Holding his arm as he escorted her in.

She hoped to have some time to get close to him. Maybe she could tell him how she felt. She knew there was something there from him. There were too many times she caught him looking at her. Too many times he became quiet around her.

All Levy was a chance to get over her tongue tiredness with him and stutter out some kind of confession of her feelings. She'd long since got passed her fear of him to see the surprisingly deep, insecure man he was underneath.

She heard the bell to her door go and with a last check of herself in the mirror she took a deep breath and opened the door.

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Gajeel turned as he heard the door open and all coherent thought left his mind at the vision before him.

Levy stood there in a strapless baby blue dress that ended at her knees and hugged her hips. The delicate high heels accentuated her slender legs and feminine calves. A huge beaming smile on her lovely face.

Gajeel could only make a perverted moan, in his mind, at the sight.

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Levy was delighted at the dumbfounded reaction of the iron dragon to her appearance. The thought she could make him speechless was wonderful.

Looking at her date she was glad to see Mira had persuaded him to get a tunic that would match her dress. She had a lot to thank the barmaid for. She'd always thought he was handsome but he looked positively dashing in his formal trousers and tunic.

"Well. Shall we go?"

Dumbly Gajeel could only nod and offer the small woman his arm (he'd been coached on this as well) which she took with another dazzling smile.

Suddenly he was really looking forward to this evening.

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Shall I keep going? If I do will write a flashback where Mira convinces Gajeel and he asks Levy.

Next chapter will be long if people like this.