Notes

For those of you following little ole me, I am so sorry I haven't been posting on my other stories. I have been working on several projects, many of which I can't actually bring out juuuuuuust yet. For instance, the side-stories for my Iron Laceseries, as well as a few one-shots and, of course, the next installment in the Iron Laceseries, because that part is just too much fun to write.

So, as a precursor to me getting back to a more regular posting schedule, here is the first of a short series featuring our favorite bookworm, and a relationship that no one saw coming—including me, until I was sitting down at my computer, and I looked down, and there was suddenly a story I apparently wrote. *shrugs* Thanks so much to sassykitten1701 for being a faithful reader, and a hilarious sidekick for these adventures. And, please, I love to read comments on here; they make my day.

That is about all I have to say, so, enjoy! The next part will be up in a couple of days!

"Come on, Blue!" Cana smirked as she waved a bottle of hard strawberry lemonade in Levy's face. "It's sweet; you can't even taste the alcohol. You'd love it."

Levy groaned and snapped her book closed. The brunette had been bugging her to try the drink for the last half hour. "Cana. Seriously. No. I'm good."

"Bluuuuuuue." Cana complained, pouting. "Come on, please? You're seventeen already, and I've never once seen you drink so much as a beer. Just this one drink, and I'll leave you alone."

Levy sighed. She'd never been seen with alcohol, because she'd never had any before. But, if it got Cana off her case so that she could get back to her research on dragon slayer magic… "Promise?" She asked warily. Cana grinned wickedly and nodded, and Levy took the bottle from her. She sniffed the liquid and raised an eyebrow. It did smell sweet, not like the bitter scent of alcohol that generally permeated through the guild. Levy didn't notice her guildmates staring wide-eyed as she tentatively brought the bottle to her lips. With one final sigh of defeat, she tipped it back, taking a small sip. She made a small sound of surprise and brought her free hand up to touch her lips. It tasted good, not at all like she had thought. It did make her throat tinge a bit. But there must not have been very much alcohol in it at all. She took another long sip, licking her lips. "Huh," She mused. "You were actually right, Cana. This is shockingly delicious."

Cana chuckled with glee as Levy shrugged and downed the rest in one go. "L-Levy?" Droy asked nervously. "You sure 'bout that? You drank that pretty fast."

"Quickly." Levy corrected with a grin. "And why does it matter? This has, like, no alcohol. I'm fine." She turned back to Cana, her head already feeling strange, almost like she was floating. "Can I have another one?" she asked hopefully. Cana nodded eagerly and sat the rest of a 6-pack on the table in front of her. Levy reached for another bottle and twisted the cap free. Jet and Droy shared concerned looks, and the rest of the guild began to gather.

"Have another." Cana said, popping the top off a third bottle. Mira pushed forward to witness Levy guzzling down her third strawberry lemonade, and quirked an eyebrow happily at Cana. This plan might actually work.

Levy paused, smacking her lips with a quizzical look. It couldn't' be that much alcohol, really, but there was a warmth growing in her stomach, flushing her cheeks and making her blood pound in her ears. Maybe it was just the fact that the entire guild was staring at her.

"Maybe you should slow down," Jet said warily.

Levy glared. How dare he? He was always telling her what she could and couldn't do. She met his eyes and held them, very purposefully opening a fourth bottle and up-ending it. She coughed as she slammed it down on the table, and those around her cheered. Levy frowned. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and the filled with water. Or Jell-O. And it seemed like the table was moving under her hand. She licked her lips, mouth oddly dry. She reached for another to parch her thirst.

Before she knew it, all six were gone, the bottles lined up in front of her. It felt like she was underwater. She giggled. "Oops. Ssssorry, Cana. I finished your yummy drinks." She slurred, standing up shakily, swaying in place.

"How do ya feel, Blue?" Cana asked, grinning triumphantly.

"Feel great!" Levy answered, a little too loudly.

"Levy, why don't you sit back down?' jet said, taking her arm to steady her.

Levy shook him off and glared. "I'm not glass. I don't break. Shtop with the bubble wrap." She pushed him. Not hard. But he was so shocked that he fell backwards and landed in some sort of sweet-smelling spongey thing. With dread, he turned slowly. He gulped at the look of promised death on the face of Erza Scarlet.

"Yeah! Fight!" The shout went up, and suddenly the guildhall erupted into the drunken shouts and dust-throwing kicks and punches that kept non-guild members out of the bar. Levy usually stayed out of these brawls, but today, she laughed, yelled an excited "Yeehaw!" and leapt into the fray. Even with the swaying vision and impaired balance, Levy was able to dodge and weave through the fights. She didn't throw any hits, but that was never her style, anyway. She snuck around the flying limbs and cast spells to cause the most mischief possible. She created a water puddle that Natsu stepped in, extinguishing his flames momentarily. Gray took the opportunity to freeze the water around his ankles. Macao and Wakaba tripped over him, and immediately turned on the fire and ice duo. She shot a tendril of solid script: flame at Evergreen's hair, and the fairy turned in fury, eyes going to the two fire wizards—Natsu and Macao—and turned her spells on them. No one noticed the tiny blunette skirting around them cackling like a Disney villain and spurring on the chaos.

"What is the meaning of this?!" came a thundering voice. The guild froze at once, looking up at Makarov balanced atop the bannister of the second floor. He sighed disappointedly. "What started it this time?" Like frightened children, fingers suddenly pointed to where Jet and Droy her locked in place by Erza. Master Makarov shook his head. "Children. Then it is up to you two to clean up this mess." Jet and Droy glanced around the trashed guildhall and groaned as he disappeared.

Levy came up to her teammates as the groups good-heartedly dispersed, heading to the bar where Mira was pouring endless shots. She sniffed, feeling suddenly overcome with guilt and shame. "I-I'm sorry." She said as her eyes filled with tears. "I didn't mean to get you into trouble."

The two broke down at the sight of her tears. "Levy! Don't cry!" They babbled, surrounding her with a warm hug. Levy let them comfort her, crying and holding onto them for dear life. This went on for a good fifteen minutes before Cana broke up the party—with a party.

"Blue! Come dance with me!" Levy sniffled and glanced up to see some kind of spontaneous dance party started. How had she not noticed it before? The music was so loud the walls shook, and the normal lights had been turned off, with bright, color-changing lacrima floating near the high ceiling.

Levy smiled. She loved to dance! She let Cana pull her into the already drunk mob of guildmates. She saw Elfman and Ever dancing extremely close together, face flushed from the alcohol. In fact, she saw several couples dancing just as closely. It looked as though Cana and Mirajane had schemed to get everyone trashed and threw their favorite couples together…She shrugged, smile not disappearing as Cana pulled her close and danced with her in a way that would have made Levy blush normally. They pressed close, their chests rubbing together, hands clasped with the others as they ground together. In her state, though, she just went along with it, dancing right back. She lost herself in the music, spinning around with surprising grace for a drunken fairy. She flitted around, changing partners without paying much attention.

A slow song with a deep, steady base and a haunting melody came, and she found herself backed up against Loke, whose eyes were bright with the drinks and the hedonistic atmosphere. Her hips swayed with the beat, his hands on her waist holding her flush against his body. She glanced up, and saw Laxus leaning against the bar. His eyes found hers, locked on. He was on the prowl. This much alcohol in the air, this many people with dropped inhibitions—he was bound to get lucky. Levy smirked at him, and he raised an eyebrow. He'd always wondered what the little spitfire would be like in bed…

Levy wasn't quite sure where her impulses were coming from, and why she wasn't suppressing them like she normally did. Sure, Laxus was sinfully hot, and rumor was he was a god in bed. But she had never been one of those girls that just crawled into his bed and begged him to take her. I mean, she'd imagined it—a lot. Those smutty books of hers left her head spinning. Something about his eyes, his stance, the way he looked right then in the flashing lights, with Loke's body against her own…She licked her lips.

Loke brought her awareness back to him, his lips brushing against her ear. "You look seriously sexy, Miss Levy." He purred.

Levy shivered as his breath caressed her skin. One arm raised and wrapped back around his head, fingers curving in his incredibly soft hair. "Yeah?" She said in a low voice. She let her head fall back and to the side so he could access her neck better, but never took her eyes off Laxus. The lightning mage raised to his full height and began slowly making his way towards her, giving her plenty of time to escape. Of course, he loved the chase…

"Oh, yeah," Loke growled with a grin. One of his hands slid up her body, making her muscles clinch in anticipation. She bit her lip and ground back against him. She knew this was wrong, and she shouldn't be doing it—especially with Loke, of all people (of all spirits?). But her thoughts were fuzzy, and this was all so fun. Why the hell shouldn't she enjoy herself?

She could feel him—all of him—including the hard length that pressed against her back. And, that felt incredibly hot. She wasn't used to feeling desired—loved, sure, but not like this, not like the other women of the guild. Without a second thought, Levy gave Laxus a look that was pure dare, and turned her face to Loke's, meeting his eyes. She pressed her lips to his. It was like someone was pouring hot metal into her veins, slow and searing. He didn't act shocked, or like some goofy kid with his first crush; he knew what he was doing. His lips moved with hers as expertly as his hips did as they continued dancing. His tongue swiped against her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth eagerly. With a hungry growl, he pulled her even closer, tilting her head back to reach her mouth better as their tongues began a dance of their own. Just when she was about to pull away for air, his lips left hers, trailing down her jaw to her throat. She caught her breath, then lost it again as he nipped at her, right below her ear. She let her head fall back against his shoulder as he hit every place she never knew drove her crazy. "Loke!" She gasped as she felt him bite down a little harder, making sure to leave a bruise.

She felt him smile against her skin as one of his hands moved down, slowly, to the hem of her skirt, then slowly sliding up her bare thigh underneath it. Her eyes fluttered closed as he drew further and further up, stars flashing behind her eyelids to the erratic rhythm of her heart. His hands were sure, applying just enough pressure to leave her putty in his hands, gently enough to make her muscles tremble. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying 'Hallelujah!' when the tips of his fingers brushed against her damp panties, just that light sensation drawing her close to the edge.

"So, you like to tease, do you?" He purred suddenly, his hand moving back down to her thigh, just above the hem of her skirt. She opened her eyes with a frustrated groan.

Laxus stood over them, predatory look on his face. He shared a look with Loke, who chuckled and stepped forward, so that she was pressed between the two men. Her breath caught. It took a minute to register what was happening, what they were suggesting to her, her body automatically responding to their pressures and dancing with them to the resounding base. Both of them? A rush of nervousness, then excitement, then desire. So much pulsed through her body, swelling until it all turned to arousal, as she felt the lengths of both men hard against her. She turned, placing one hand on Loke's chest and the other on Laxus' hip, and ground her ass back against her newest partner, earning a hiss of approval. She giggled, head swimming, need growing.

"You sure 'bout this, little Blue?" Laxus said, clutching her tight against him. "We're a lot of man for a small woman."

She raised an eyebrow at him and turned again, facing him and placing both hands on his firm chest. "Aw, Laxy. Are you worried you won't be able to satisfy little ole me?" She teased. He narrowed his eyes at the challenge.

Loke just laughed and nibbled at her neck, making her gasp. "Why don't you come upstairs with us, and we'll see just how much satisfaction we can give each other?" The man behind her said in her ear. She laughed; like she was letting them out of her sight now. "Doesn't the Thunder Legion still have a private lounge up there?"

Laxus smiled wickedly and pressed forward, his hips against her belly. He made a tiny thrusting movement with his hips, and she almost melted at the feeling of him, the promise of what was about to happen. "Hell yeah. Let's do this."