A/n: I know it's a little late, but this is for day one of Gajevy week. Cooking was the prompt. Also, this is kind of a sequel to my story, What Kind Of Cat Were You Thinking Of? This could be considered a one-shot, so you don't need to read that one first. One more thing, this is rated M for a reason, the language and events are a bit more extreme than I've used before. Enjoy!

Please Don't Be A Dream

Gajeel woke to a cold and empty bed. Damn, it must have been a dream. He warily crawled from his bed, not caring about his nudity. Most nights he slept naked, or in his boxers. He didn't bother checking his senses, figuring he had just dreamt about bringing his Shrimp back there and doing a million devious things to her delectable body.

The Dragon Slayer stopped suddenly. There's someone here. All thoughts of the previous night disappeared in an instant, his skin rippled in scales. Shockingly, his penis tucked itself inside a special poach to protect it.

Silently, he slipped into the kitchen, his arm shifting into a sword. Just as he lifted it above his head and opened his mouth to growl out a threat, the intruder turned, blue hair flowing around her head, and let out a startled shriek, nearly dropping the glass bowl that was in her hand.

He quickly disengaged the sword, though he was stunned at the sight of her. The young woman was dressed in nothing but one of his old t-shirts, it was mid thigh on her. Her hair was free from it's usual constraint. There was a lovely flush to her cheeks and her eyes were wide with shock. Gajeel was happy to see that there wasn't any fear swimming in those hazel depths.

I always thought her eyes were brown.

"Gajeel, what the fuck!?" Levi squeaked out.

The morning started out perfectly, she woke up wrapped in the arms of the man she loved, her back was to his front, and his little dragon wasn't nearly as asleep as the man was himself. She considered waking him and continuing where they left off the night before, but she decided that they would both need some kind of fuel.

It took her a couple of minutes to remove the iron bar from around her waist. Then some real trouble arrived. What am I doing to make? She wasn't sure what he had food wise, or if he had any kind of cooking utensils. Only one way to find out.

She found the kitchen and was shocked at how well stocked it was. His kitchen was almost restaurant quality. All his appliances were shiny and new, and his fridge was stuffed full, mostly meat, but there was plenty of variety. French toast, it's easy to make and quick.

Levi grabbed eggs and bacon out of the fridge. It didn't take her long to find everything she needed, even the cinnamon sugar. She was a little surprised when she found that he had so many different spices.

The small bluenette danced and hummed as she whipped eggs, milk, and cinnamon. The bacon started to sizzle. She turned to check on it when she found herself face to face with a sword armed demon.

Honestly, after a few seconds of shock, she found it quite comical. She set the bowl of wet ingredients down and started to flip the bacon, all while laughing her ass off. That is until she turned to look at the dark man and realized he was naked, and missing a very important appendage.

"Holy shit," Levi gasped. "Gajeel, what happened to your dick? It's gone!"

For the first time since he entered the room, Gajeel noticed that he was naked and his scales were still engaged. He shook them off, not caring when his cock was released from its protective pocket. It was certainly happy to see the lovely lady before him.

It was his turn to laugh as her eye widened. Her jaw was on the floor. "Hey Shorty."

She glanced up at him, "Yeah?"

"The bacon's burning."

"OH SHIT!"

Luckily, she caught it before it really started burning. "Why don't you go put something on and help me out?" she asked, never taking her eyes off the pan in front of her.

Chuckling to himself, Gajeel went and grabbed some boxers. When he got back, he got to work. He dipped six pieces of toast in the wet mixture, four for him, two for her. He got down some Frosted Flakes and pulverized them in another bowl. After he coated the bread in crumbs, he got them cooking.

The couple worked in silence as they finished their meal. Gajeel noticed Levi glanced at him from time to time. She must like what she sees, gihihi.

The solid script mage couldn't keep her eyes off his chest. There hadn't been a lot of light the night before, so she didn't get the best view. She'd never seen anything so perfect, and she'd seen plenty of chests before. For some reason, the men of Fairy Tail just loved to strip, though most seemed to think that Gray was the only one, and not a single one of the other men held a candle to the being before her.

Shaking herself out of her head, she removed the last batch of bacon, placing it on the paper towel. While the bacon was sitting, she looked for a place for the left over grease.

Gajeel interrupted her before she could even get the question out, "There's a jar in the door of the fridge, empty it in there." Nodding her head, she found the jar without any trouble. She put the jar in the sink, and she carefully emptied the hot grease, without spilling a drop. "Leave it there for now, I'll put it away once it's cooled. You can go sit down." She was going to argue, but the look he sent her said enough.

He got down two plates, on one was four pieces of bacon and two pieces of french toast, the other held four slices of french toast and six slices of bacon. In one arm, he carried the plates, and he grabbed the butter and syrup.

She tried to help him, but the growl he sent her put that to rest. The large man placed her plate in front of her. The scent made her stomach rumble. "Dig in, Shrimp. Go ahead and get buttered up."

I think something's buttered up, and it's not the toast. Levi dug in. The bacon was crispy, and french toast was divine. While the outside had a great crunch, the inside was light and fluffy. In short, they were perfect, and she had no problem voicing her joy, "Oh my god, this is the best french toast I've ever had, including Mira's." She thought a second, "Just don't tell her I said that."

Gajeel shot her his signature smirk, "Don't worry, I won't tell the demon you said anything. The bacon ain't half bad either, not as good as my toast, but not bad."

She stuck her tongue out at him and before she knew what was happening, his mouth was slanted over hers. His tongue played with hers and she forgot all about her food. It would seem that he did too.

The Dragon Slayer lifted his Shrimp into his arms and carried her back to the bed. Their mouths never parted, both of them battling for dominance, both knowing who would win in the end. He spun, sitting on the bed, letting her straddle his lap. She followed him as he laid back.

His hand traced the side of her neck, the very place where he'd marked her as his own. Gajeel noticed that when he brushed it, her arousal was jacked up. That's when he remembered something his father told him, when a Dragon Slayer marks their "chosen" (A/n: there really is no choice, their just called that so the slayers would feel better) mate, the mark would become an extreme erogenous zone, and from the look at the woman on top of him, it was definitely true.

He started to suck on the mark, making Levi spasm on top of him. One of his fingers became clawed, and he sliced his shirt from her body. His hands moved to her nipples, they were rock hard.

"Have I told you how much I love your tits?" Gajeel questioned as his lips moved over her collar bone. "They ain't flashy and overdone like most of the other broads around here, your's're a perfect palm full." He punctuated his compliment with a nip to her right nipple.

Levi was too far gone to respond, pleasure was coursing through her. She felt her breath coming in pants, her face and chest were flushed, and she was sure that if they looked, there would be a wet mark on his boxers. The young bibliophile began to grind against the larger mage.

She reached down and gripped his cock. His mouth unlatched from her nipple with a hiss. Slowly, deliciously, painfully slowly, she lowered herself on his rod. They both let out a low groan. The position let her control of the pace, she tried to keep it slow and teasing, but she started to get faster and faster.

Gajeel gripped the back of her head, pulling her down to smother with his mouth. Her hands fisted his hair, he loved the little sting. One of his hands lightly pulled on her hair, the other went straight for her clit.

He felt her begin to pulse around him. Yanking her hair back, he growled, "Cum for me, now." And she did. She thrashed on top of him and he felt his balls tighten and pull up. "Levi, I'm coming!" he shouted as his seed filled her.

She collapsed on top of him. Well, well, well. Looks like the bookworm passed out. Damn I'm good. Thank god it wasn't a dream, was his last thought as he went under himself.

I'll try to get the next story up quicker tomorrow, but to be fair, it is 2am here and I started writing this at about 9:30, so I'm pretty damn proud.

*Begging on my knees* Please leave a little review, I really want to know what you think.