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Levy knew she'd be in trouble if she was caught, but she couldn't resist chuckling mischievously as she snooped around the shop desk while she waited for Gajeel to finish up. They had briefly stopped by to pick up some things he thought he'd needed for their trip. Levy had teased him gently that he didn't need to dress like a gear head when he met her parents, causing him to sputter and bluster.

"I ain't going to do anything today, so don't worry about that!" he said, huffing as he left the office. Levy sighed, feeling pity for him. He was nervous enough as it was, her teasing him was putting him in an edgy mood, despite her continuously telling him that he'd be fine. 'Oh well,' she mused, shrugging to herself and sighing. She swung around in the office chair as she waited for him, boredom setting in.

As she gazed around the room her eyes landed on a familiar handwriting on a binder, and her curiosity was peaked. She scooted the chair closer to the desk and slid the worn binder towards her, glancing over her shoulder to check if he was coming back before gently opening it.

The first few pages were nothing more than rhetoric type, paperwork that he filled out daily. She smiled, running her fingers over the scrawled ink as she glossed over it, memorizing the loops and slashes of his handwriting. She loved everything about him, and his penmanship was particularly endearing. As she flipped the pages, her fascination turned to wonder as the ink was replaced by graphite, and the words turned to shapes.

Page after page was filled with sketches of the work he spent time on, accompanied with little notes pointing out items that needed special attention. She giggled at each little note that expressed frustration at a particular point. As she continued on, she began to notice little oddities on the sides, obviously little doodles of whatever distracted him. Some were of dishes he worked on at his other job, but gradually they all were shrimps. She pursed her lips in confusion, laughing when the doodles became little comics of the shrimp dancing around. 'Does he have an obsession with shrimp?' she wondered, giggling at the thought.

Then, the doodles were replaced by circular designs, and lots of notes. She was amazed as she continued to flip the pages, each design was becoming more and more intricate, involving a lattice and a paisley pattern. At the center of each of these was another circular space, the final design bulleted "Diamond?"

Levy gasped, stunned into silence as realization hit her.

A ring.

Gajeel was designing a ring.

She scoured over the page now, reading all of the notes that he had scribbled around the design. Her heart sped up and tears pricked her eyes when she read her name, her favorite metals and stones. With shaking hands she turned the last page, and the tears fell when she saw the final product with a green stamp of approval. It was titled "Levy's engagement ring", and she leaned back, utterly breathless.

She hadn't heard him come in, or notice him stand behind her as she looked through the binder. She definitely hadn't notice when he slipped the little cardboard box onto the desk next to her, and she jumped when she saw it. Blushing wildly red, she whipped around to face him, torn between apologizing and demanding answers. But as he grinned embarrassedly at her, her words died in her mouth. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, then pointed at the box that he had placed on the desk.

"You want a better look?" he asked, laughing as she gasped and whirled, grabbing the box and facing him again. He had knelt next to her, and was watching her face. She hesitated, unsure if she was dreaming or not. "Shrimp, it's not that hard to open a box," he teased, poking her cheek. She stilled, then grinned, giggling nervously. Gently, she opened the box and gasped in awe.

The ring was small, set in her ring finger size. Silver and gold strands were woven together and blended into the lattice pattern, surrounding a set of small diamonds and an aquamarine stone. She was breathless; it matched her perfectly. "Gajeel," she breathed, tearing her eyes away to look at his blushing face.

He reached around her, taking the ring out of the box and slipping it on her finger. "There," he purred into her ear. "Now it's perfect."

She laughed, tears slipping down her cheeks as she watched his fingers caress the shiny metal. She felt his lips press against her ear, kissing her gently. Smiling she turned her head, her own lips meeting his gently. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss and leaning over her. She moaned as he kissed her nose, and she took advantage of it, kissing his chin piercings. She giggled then, ducking her head as she looked at the ring again.

"So I take that as a yes?" he murmured gently, brushing his fingers through her hair. She laughed, blushing. "You have a weird way of proposing," she sighed, brushing her nose against his lips. "But yes, I do."

He grinned broadly, pulling her close into a tight hug and laughed out loud. "Then I guess I'd better get started on your wedding ring, babe."