The Dragon and The Bookworm (Chapter 2)
Levy paced acrossed her apartment anxiously. The club didn't open for another half an hour and she had absolutely no idea how this was going to go. Would Gajeel even go through with it? Would he be too uncomfortable acting as her dom? Could she build enough confidence to confront him out doing it for real? How would he react to that!?
She had already dressed. After hours of tearing through her closet, Levy had found an outfit. A black bra that was studded and had three straps, coming from her shoulders and neck to meet in the middle at a silver bow. A piece of leather was wrapped around her neck connected to one of the straps with a ring. She wore a leather skirt that was so short, that if she were to lean forward anyone behind her would get a clear view of her silver lace panties. A black studded belt was added around her hips and her normal orange headband was swapped with a black one with a silver bow. Levy had put on a large trench coat, as though to make things a little less awkward. Her mask sat on the coffee table for later.
A knock on the door stopped her pacing. She stared at the door for a moment, contemplating whether or not to use her magic to escape through her window and just go do the job herself, before slowly walking to the door. 'Come on Levy! You can do this!' Her self motivation could only calm her nerves slightly. She opened the door with shaky hands and there stood Gajeel. He hadn't changed much of his appearance, only wearing a pair of black pants and a tight fitting gray sleeveless shirt. Although, like Levy was quickly releasing, it didn't matter what he wore, it never made him any less mouthwatering.
Opening the door wider, she invited him in. "Hey, Gajeel."
"Heya', Shrimp," he greeted as he stomped through the door, his boots heavy against the floor.
Levy hurriedly shut the door and scurried towards the kitchen, her pulse feeling five times faster than before he arrived. "I'm going to get us something to drink. I'll be back in a minute, make yourself comfortable," she nervously told him before disappearing into the kitchen.
"You can do this. Just try to keep yourself calm and don't make things anymore awkward than they have to be," Levy whispered to herself, being mindful of Gajeel's dragon slayer hearing, while getting two mugs out of her cabinet and starting the coffee machine, "You're both mature adults who can handle this type of conversation. You can do this, Levy. Be confident." Pouring the coffee might have been slightly more difficult than it normally was, but her pep talk seemed to be helping. She walked back into the living room with two mugs filled with coffee, trying to not let her nerves get the best of her.
Gajeel had seated himself on the couch. Sitting one mug in front of him, she sat in the chair at the other end of the coffee table. Sipping from her mug, letting the cool peppermint flavor from her creamer relax her, before started the long awaited conversation, "We have about thirty minutes until the club opens. Do you have any idea how you want to go about doing this?"
"Whatever makes you most comfortable," he answered with a gentle look in his eyes, grabbing the mug from the table.
Levy gave a small smile at his kindness. That was such a typical answer for him. Despite his rough exterior, Gajeel was such a sweetheart, never wanting to put someone in spot where they weren't comfortable. Just another reason he was a perfect dominant for her. "How about we start off with rules?" she suggested, "What are your normal rules for your submissives?"
Gajeel looked at her in surprise, he still couldn't fathom the thought of her being into BDSM. He kept expecting her to blush and stutter, to be so scandalized by the thought that she would run away with a burning hot face. Her acting so nonchalant about such a topic was throwing him off. Shaking his head he replied, "Just basic rules really, nothing too restricting. Don't speak unless spoken to and don't leave my side without permission." As an afterthought he quickly added, trying to be as clear as possible, "Eye contact with others is fine, and as long as they speak to you first, you can talk to them."
Levy nodded. Even though she went to the club, she never went to far into the BDSM world. She wasn't that much of a masochist so the extreme kinks and toys were out of the question. Being a submissive twenty-four seven was one of the biggies on her list of things never to do. The idea of not having the freedom to do and say as she pleased aside from the occasional session made her uneasy. "That works for me. Once we get to the club we need to meet with Isabel and the rules can be in full effect after the meeting."
Standing from the chair, she grabbed both mugs, now empty, and went to the kitchen to put them into the sink. Grabbing her mask from the table and slipping it in her pocket, she walked to the door to put her shoes on, black stiletto heels with metal studs that finally brought her to Gajeel's chin.
Levy stole a glance at the clock on the wall. "It's about a ten minute walk to the club. We should get going," she informed him. With that they walked out of the apartment and made their way to the club.
A few minutes of walking later, Gajeel broke the silence, "Could.. Could I ask you some questions?"
"Yeah, of course," Levy replied, heart raising nervously, "Anything you want to know. Go ahead." He was hesitant, not wanting to say anything to make her uncomfortable. "It's fine, you can ask anything. I won't answer anything I don't want to," she reassured him.
Taking a deep breath, he asked, "How long have you been into BDSM?"
She smiled at the slow approach he was taking. While the conversations she had had about the topic were limited, they almost always started with the person asking questions about the act itself, not about how she got into it. Mira was the only one to ever take interest in that side of things with her. It was nice to talk about it with someone else. "About two years before Tenrou Island. I had just started dating this guy and a few months into our relationship he asked me about getting a little adventurous." Levy chuckled at the memory, he had been blushing and stuttering like crazy. She might be shy, but this guy was just ridiculous. "It started off with the simple stuff, handcuffs, and the teasing, but then I started researching it."
"Of course you researched it," Gajeel laughed. No matter the topic, Levy was still a bookworm. She would have wanted to find out every little detail about the community.
"I was curious!" she defended, smacking him on the shoulder and finishing her story, "Anyway, I found out that I was into some more intense stuff than him. We broke it off shortly after."
He thought for a second, not wanting to ask what that more intense stuff was, even if it was burning in the back of his mind now, before asking his next question, "Was that when you started going to the club?"
"No...um," Levy blushed thinking about who introduced her to the club. "Uh, Mira was actually the one to take me there the first time."
Gajeel's eyes widened, he had thought she wasn't open about being a sub. Surely he would have heard something around the guild, with how much gossiping goes on each day it would have been hard to miss. "Wait, so you told her? I thought you kept this a secret."
"I do, just... uh," she stammered, "We were having a sleepover at Fairy Hills and we were playing... um... a game. It was Cana's turn to ask a question."
"So you just told her?" he question, his eyes narrowing slightly knowing there was something she wasn't telling him.
Levy's face burned as she ducked her head to stare at her shoes, "The game may have been called truth or drink."
His howl of laughter filled the street not even a second after she finished her statement and her blush grew heavier. She had her arms crossed, her face almost back to normal color, when his laughed finally tapered off into small chuckles. Straightening out, Gajeel asked her incredulously, "You got drunk?"
"Cana brought my favorite wine, okay," she pouted, "She's the master of getting people drunk, knows everyone's weakness when it comes to alcohol."
He gave her a fanged smirk that made her knees go weak, "I'll have to ask her what this special wine is. A drunk Levy would be an interesting thing to see."
She turned quickly on her heels, shouting over her shoulder, "Not happening! Now lets go, we're going to be late!" She could hear him snickering behind her as they continued their walk. Levy sighed, great, now she has to find a way to bribe Cana.
Apologies to anyone who was disappointed about the lack of updates coming in the future. I have a very difficult time trying to come up with ideas with stories. Once again, I am completely fine with people taking ideas from this story or making their own versions. For example, adding the mating aspect to it, as I have no plan of have that in this story. Thank you for reading! :)
