Rating/Warnings: M

Word Count: 966

Character(s): Gajeel Redfox, Levy McGarden

Pairing(s): Gajeel/Levy

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Author's Notes: So this one is a bit shorter, but they're one of my favorite pairings in the show so expect to see more of them from me in the near future, just not in this fic. I'm hoping to update a chapter a day, so look forward to the next one tomorrow!


2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don't even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.


She knows he's home when the front door slams shut. That or burglars, but she suspects they'd be smart enough to be quiet. So it's not a surprise when she sees a shadow pass by the curtain, or when he pulls his shirt over his head, and especially not when he pulls the shower curtain open.

It is a surprise to see the relief on his face.

Levy half laughs, half screeches as she's pulled from the shower, naked body pressed against an equally naked chest. "Hiya," she giggles, stretching on her toes to kiss her boyfriend. "That wasn't a very long mission."

"Yeah fuckin' right," Gajeel growls, spinning and lifting her so she's sitting on the narrow edge of the sink. She squirms until she's comfortable, and then wraps her legs around him, feeling his cock pressing against her. "Longest mission in a long time."

It had been pretty long, but Levy hadn't minded. She'd gotten a lot of housework done: Lucy had helped her unpack the boxes in the back room that had been there for nearly a year, and she'd been able to spend more time with Jet and Droy. But she still missed him, and considering the fierce way he was holding and kissing her now, Levy suspects he missed her as well.

"What's with you?" She moans when he bites on her collarbone. "It's like you weren't expecting me to be here."

He only pauses for a second, but it's enough for Levy to notice, and she pulls his face up to meet hers, eyes searching his face for whatever is wrong. "What happened?"

"Some stupid magic the guy had, fucked with my head," he mutters, shaking his head and kissing her again. "No worries."

Levy wants to talk about it more, but it can be saved for later. Much, much later, she thinks, squealing as he brings her back into the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed before retreating back into the washroom to turn off the shower.

She has just enough time to get comfortable before he's over her again, pressing kisses to her jaw, her chest, her mouth. He bites and licks while his fingers drift lower and lower. "I missed you," she tells him; curling her fingers into his hair as his mouth makes quick work of her.

She can feel him smirk against her, and it shouldn't be as sexy as it is, but gods it is, and when he looks up at her through his lashes, it's enough to make her moan, back arching off the bed.

Gajeel crawls up to her, settling himself over top of her, kissing her senseless. "I missed ya too, shrimp."

Something warm settles in her stomach and she kisses him deeper, sliding her tongue along his, sucking it into her mouth. She's glad he can be like this with her: honest and sweet. It's a difference from when they're around others. In their home, their bed, she thinks he feels safer, like he doesn't have to compete with anyone for her attention, her attraction. She is his and he is hers and it's perfect.

They kiss for a while and Levy's hands drift along his chest and back, over any skin she can reach. She feels the rough scars, the smooth skin, the callouses on his hands as he curls them around her waist.

Levy has mapped his skin before, the same way he has to hers, and she's kissed and licked every inch of it, but it never ceases to amaze her how many scars he has. For someone so strong, so fierce, to have scars like this, it makes her wonder what else is out there. It makes her angry that someone would do this to him.

She'd told him that once in the early hours between morning and night, and his hand had drifted across her stomach, her wrists, and she knew what he had been thinking about.

When he'd attacked her, Levy had hoped that her guild would do them justice, would put the stupid dragonslayer who hurt her and her team in his place, and even after they did it did little to soothe her. When he'd saved her from Laxus, when he'd offered to be her partner in the S Class Exam, that had been a changing point, and while what he did was awful, Levy knew that he'd been following orders, that he'd been a different person.

He's inside her then, and Levy shouts, curling her body into his as his hips snap to meet hers. "Gajeel," she breathes, eyes shut and mouth open against his, and if she didn't know better she'd think he'd just said—

His eyes are closed when she opens hers, mouth now moving against her jaw.

Levy pushes her stupid thoughts to the back of her mind and groans when he hits the right spot. She'll come back to that later.