Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.
"229, 231, ah 233... gihi." The dark-haired dragon slayer mage held his partner upright against his side. Finally they'd made it back to their room. 233, it seemed like a good number to him. It'd been a long night. But worth it...
The white fabric of the diminutive woman's dress made a stark contrast with the blue of her hair. The dress looked good on her though. In the dragon's mind it clung just right to her petite frame, emphasizing her curves. She may not have been as endowed as some women they knew but he preferred it this way. Then there was the suit he wore, so different from his usual t-shirts and leather pants. They cleaned up well and he enjoyed showing her off earlier in front of rival guild mates.
"Gihi, shrimp..." Despite their differences in size and attitude, even their outlooks on the magics they wielded, he loved her. The shorty always managed to hold her own against him. She came across so gentle, so mild-mannered but he knew otherwise. "We're here."
The bluenette stirred lightly from her reverie, the night's activities had left her exhausted. As she looked up at him, she gazed into his eyes, brown meeting crimson. The metal studs emphasizing his facial features glinted in the light. Metal, to represent his magic. She idly remembered the ones on his forearms, and wondered where else he'd had himself pierced. A slight blush crossed her face as she realized she would soon find out.
"H-hey, none of that now." The dragon slayer cupped his thumb and forefinger around the bluenette's chin, tilting her head so she was meeting his gaze. Leaning in, the dragon slayer pressed his lips firmly against his script mage's. She gave in, tasting of the champagne they'd drank earlier. Her leg snaked behind his knee and her arms around his neck, pressing him close.
Regretfully, he pulled himself away after a few moments and slid the key card through its slot. He cracked the door open with its foot and caught her by the wrist before she could enter the room. Deftly, the iron dragon slayer scooped her up, his arm under the script mage's knees. It wasn't like she weighed much after all. Carrying her over the threshold, the dragon placed her with exaggerated care on the bed.
He grinned at her, a pointed fang showing. The iron dragon crawled on the bed and kissed his soon to be mate, nibbling at her neck and down her chest. His hand slid up her thigh, slowly, almost painfully slowly pushing her dress out of the way. She tilted her head to watch as she crawled down over her and began kissing the inside of her thigh. His tongue coming out to trail along her sensitive skin...
Levy slapped the manuscript shut and shook her head. The blushing solid script mage might have finally found a written work she would not finish reading. "Lu-chan, a-are you sure about this? I-i mean, I know you want to win that short story writing competition and I know the theme was romance but... that sounds like you were describing me. A-and Gajeel?! W-what if someone in the guild sees this? A-and the writing style?! It's like a cheap bodice ripper!"
Lucy smiled knowingly at her friend, "the least you could do is finish reading it. Though perhaps you might want to take it back to your room, Levy-chan." The celestial spirit mage paused, "does it help I am using a pen name for this one? I can change some details so they won't know it's you."
Author's note: I wasn't entirely sure it warranted an M-rating, but just to be safe.