"Shhh, Gajeel!" Levy whispered between muffled giggles, "You're going to get us caught." His fingers did not leave her side for a second as the pair snuck through the dimly lit hallway. A few laughs escaped Levy's lips before she clamped her hand over her mouth, the other batting blindly behind her, begging him to stop.

Gajeel laughed deeply and dodged another swipe. "You know how I am, Lev," he leaned in close, "your laugh is so cute I just wanna hear it again." Levy buckled against a wall and fought to stay silent as he unleashed another torrent of tickles. A quick knee to the gut finally made him stop, but Levy's nerves were on edge. They were making too much noise. Sooner or later someone would hear them.

"Now stay quiet til we get to my room. No one can know you're here."

Gajeel grumbled his acceptance, but that didn't stop him from taking advantage of a few opportunities to make her squirm. They turned the corner to the main hallway, creeping passed the bedrooms, when a flash of light from the common bathroom and hoarse voice stopped the pair in their tracks.

"Gajeel?" the voice yawned, "Is that you?" Levy's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She had to think fast. Turning, she saw waves of blue hair shuffling towards them. Juvia. Ok, how to deal with Juvia? Gajeel stood stock still as drowsy arms wrapped around him; his eyes pleaded with Levy for help. "Did you come to give Juvia a hug?" Her voice was heavy with sleep. "I like your hugs, but Juvia would prefer it if you were Gray." A cross between anger and embarrassment lit Gajeel's face ablaze with blush. Levy circled around as Juvia nuzzled an ever increasingly panicked Gajeel.

"Juvia," Levy cooed, "you're sleepwalking again. This is all a dream." It was the only plan she could think of at a moment's notice, but she had to run with her decisions. It might work; Juvia was clearly tired.

"Juvia doesn't think so." She spoke slowly; she'd probably forget this whole thing if Levy could just get her back to her room. "Juvia dreams of Gray, not Gajeel." She squinted up at Gajeel who had remained paralyzed during the whole conversation. "Still, Gajeel isn't back from his job, and Juvia misses him, maybe she dreamt him so she could give him a hug."

"That's right, Juvia," Levy said softly, "dream Gajeel is here to give you a hug and tell you not to worry." There was a moment of silence before Levy gave an exaggerated cough; Gajeel had not taken her hint. Understanding flashed in his eyes, and he looked down at Juvia.

Hugging her softly, Gajeel reassured her, "Real Gajeel is fine, Juvia. You're asleep, go back to bed." He stroked her hair a few times before trying to extract himself from her arms. She didn't budge.

Juvia looked up at him, gears in her mind turning. "Hhhmmm." Faster than either of them thought she could move, Juvia kicked Gajeel in the shin. Levy bore a glare into Gajeel's soul that promised a fate worse than death if he uttered a sound. Juvia smiled, satisfied with her tired experiment. "Dream Levy is right. Real Gajeel would have cursed Juvia out if she kicked him." She gave him a final squeeze. "Goodbye dream Gajeel. Juvia will see real Gajeel soon." Setting him free, she mumbled, "she misses him almost as much as Levy does. Juvia hears her at night." She sprouted a large yawn, slowly turning away. "Except for one night Levy didn't come home."

"Juvia," Levy soothed, "dream Gray is waiting for you back in your room."

Juvia's smile widened, her attention shifting to her room and dropping Gajeel like a piece of trash. "Wait for me, my love, Juvia is coming." Passing Levy, Juvia touched her shoulder. "Goodnight dream Levy, don't let dream Gajeel be too rough with you. Juvia notices the hickeys." Levy nearly fainted on the spot; her entire being went pale, and her heart raced until Juvia was gone.

Levy couldn't move a muscle, Juvia's words had sent chills through her brain. Gajeel carefully walked over and picked her up, silently carrying her the rest of the way to her room. He closed the door behind him and exhaled for a long few seconds. Levy turned on a lamp, and now that they were alone, the color returned to her face. An air of calm came over the room. Gajeel went to sit in a chair by Levy's bed, but it was not a chair at all. He sat and promptly tumbled down a chair shaped pile of books, landing on the floor with a thud and string of curses. It was great that Levy loved books, but when there were so many extra piled around that they could be mistaken for furniture, there was a problem. She needed more space. Levy whispered curses of her own, telling him to be more careful and that he knew the only chair in her room was placed neatly under her desk.

Levy crossed her arms, her voice angry but beseeching. "You can't be loud if you're gonna stay here. Guys aren't allowed. You know that."

Still slightly irritated at the pain in his tailbone, Gajeel kicked off his boots, not caring if they banged against the door. Juvia already knew he was here anyways.

Levy stared him down, eyes pleading. "Gajeel! Seriously, someone will notice the noise and come check on me and they'll find you." Her nervousness resounded in her voice. "I don't want to spend the night without you. This has to be better than sleeping in the Guild. Lily said he'd be finished clearing the rust out of your place by tomorrow." She inhaled slowly. "Please, do this for me."

Gajeel saw the pain in her eyes; he'd felt it himself. The bitterness of neglect, the sting of turning around and not seeing her smiling face. He craved more attention from Levy than he'd ever imagined he could need. Gajeel had been parted from his light, and he knew she'd felt the same. He walked over and hugged her trembling figure, stroking her hair. "Don't worry, Shrimp, I'm not going anywhere. This is nicer than the guild. Thanks for letting me stay here," he paused, kissing the top of her head, "I don't wanna spend another night apart from you either. I just don't like being quiet if I don't have ta, and we shouldn't need to when we're alone." Her shaking ceased, and she relaxed into his chest.

Gajeel leaned down and kissed her deeply, giving her the love she'd been deprived over the week-long job that had kept them apart. Scooping Levy up in his arms, he fell onto the bed. They embraced for a long time, just kissing and nuzzling, finally able to be together again. Gajeel held her close. He ran his fingers through her hair, grasping at her very being. He'd missed her so much while he was gone. It had been overwhelming, consuming his every thought until he could get back to her. Now that he was here, it was even more overpowering; his love for Levy dwarfed every other emotion. When they were breathless from their kisses, he curled around her, protecting his treasure. Gajeel ran his hands lazily over her skin, alternating between rubbing her muscles and just enjoying the way it felt to hold her. His fingers had wandered over her breast and he instinctively rubbed her nipple; he didn't even realize what he was doing until Levy's moan reached his ear. It just felt so good to have him against her that she let it slip, and the mood of the room adjusted dramatically. The lust they had both held back spilled over. Gajeel caved first.

"I gotta hear that again." His intensity was sudden, like the rush of water pouring out of a broken dam. "So…so many nights without you. It was awful. I need to hear you do that again." Gajeel was suddenly on top of her, nosing her neck, her answer the only string holding him back.

"Yes." Levy surged to kiss him. "But be quiet, or you won't be the only one who hears it." His hands were all over her breasts, rubbing and pinching every inch of skin. A moan nearly crested the tip of Levy's lips.

"I can live with that."

Her heart skipped a beat. "What?"

Gajeel looked at her quizzically. Hadn't they addressed her worries just minutes ago? He grunted, apparently not. "Well if they hear you, then all your friends will know what a great lover you have and leave us alone."

"No," Levy squeaked, "If they hear us I'd be…embarrassed. Even though Juvia was half asleep, she'd remembered one of my hickeys from last time."

"Oh yeah, she also said you didn't come home one night?" Gajeel asked, a hint of worry in his voice. He hadn't realized he'd avoided the subject until now.

The tips of Levy's ears burned. She'd been so lonely and desperate for anything reminiscent of Gajeel, so one night she'd snuck into his place. To her attention deprived mind, it had been a way to feel close to him. Being inside his home was comforting, so comforting that she'd fallen asleep in the nest of blankets on his bed. The next morning had greeted her with a whirlwind of questions and half-baked explanations for where she'd spent the night.

"Yeah." She saw a glint of worry and eased his mind. "I went to your place. I missed you, and I kinda fell asleep. Sorry. I may have broken in actually."

Gajeel sat there gaping, impressed by her boldness. She'd missed him so much. His lips latched on hers with renewed fire. "Don't be sorry, unless you left the window open and that's why I came home to all my stuff covered in rust," he teased. "You falling asleep in my bed—it only makes me love you more."

Levy fell deeper into his eyes with each graze of their lips. She felt herself pulling off her shirt, drunk on the taste of Gajeel. He unhooked her bra, removing it swiftly, and grabbed her hands. They came to rest on his bare chest, shirt discarded to the books. Levy had a sweet spot for his chest and he knew it. She melted like butter when he held her close and they moved against each other. Skin on skin, heartbeats connected in the same space, they fit together like unlikely puzzle pieces. Gajeel would be lying if he didn't admit that the feeling of her soft breasts dragging up and down his chest turned him on, but it would put Levy in a far greater heat than his own.

Levy felt his muscles twitch as she traced his nipples with the pads of her fingers. She flicked his tips and he growled long and low. He pulled her into his lap flush against his sculpted abs. Their heads lolled to the side in a tug of war, giving and receiving kisses. Gajeel's heart raced as his need to be with her increased dramatically. He ground his hips up, hoping she would grind back down on him. His breath caught when she did, her fingers running through his thick hair and her neck arching back.

Gajeel moaned low. "You love it, Shrimp, don't ya? When I touch you."

Levy signed in return. Her skin prickled with the anticipation of what was to come. His hips rolled under her, coaxing her out of her inhibitions. "Oh, gods, yes I do."

Gajeel sucked at the point just above where her neck met her shoulder and ran his hands down her back. The rolling of his hips quickened. "Well then, Shrimp," he purred into her ear, "it's your job to be quiet, but I'm gonna make it damn hard for you." He chuckled, dipping his hands under her shorts, pawing at her soft skin. Levy quickly grabbed his cock over his pants, pulling a moan from his depths.

"See, you don't want people to hear that and come crashing in, now do you?"

"I don't want anyone to come in, sure. But I don't care if they hear us." His lips traveled up her neck, landing at the back of her jaw. He ran his tongue over the area, and Levy had to fight back a whine. He knew her body too well. "The noise keeps others away; when a dragon mates, things get loud." Gajeel was relentless to please her. Tiny sparks raised the hairs on her skin wherever he touched. "It's just something you're gonna have to get used to."

Levy nearly melted into putty in his hands. "Gajeel, I don't want either of us to get kicked out." Her words and body betrayed each other, her mind and heart torn. "And the girls will be all over me," she paused, eyes looking up to meet him, "I just want this to stay between the two of us." Gajeel stayed his hands for a moment, taking in her gaze.

It was still there, the worry in her eyes. She wasn't ready for others to be aware of how intimate they were. The guild had been supportive of them, making jokes and poking fun, but the air of judgment about him had not ceased. Of all women, he had to fall for Levy McGarden, and of all men she loved him back. Sometimes it felt like a cruel joke the world played on them, teasing them with the taste of love and the sting of regret all at once. He knew he loved her more than anything in the world, and he'd give his final breath to protect her, but that image had yet to fade from the others' minds. He'd won their trust but not their love, only hers. It would dissipate in time. He'd prove that he could make her the happiest woman in the world, but for a while longer he'd have to keep his treasure to himself.

Gajeel smiled, kissing her lips gently and rubbing soft circles against the crown of her head. "Ok. I won't be loud and I won't make ya scream," his fingers brushed her skin, starting at her breasts and making their way to the button of her shorts where he nudged the fabric open, "but I won't go easy on you." Together they worked Levy out of the material—no longer necessary. "You're still gonna have to try and keep quiet." His fingers explored her folds. She was so wet, so sensitive, and he reveled in the desire that coated him. One finger slipped inside her core, and a moan tore free of Levy's grasp; it had been too long since they'd been together. Gajeel chuckled, "Any more of those are on you." Levy nodded, her worry finally eased. "And from now on we're staying at my place."

She laughed, pinching his nose. "Well, we would be there now if you could handle a little rust." Gajeel flipped them so Levy was on her back. He hovered over her, nipping at her neck and rubbing circles around her clit as she pushed his pants to the floor with her toes. He ground his length back and forth against her folds, loving how her wetness felt against his skin. He could hear her breathy whines clearly in his ears.

"You want me to take back the part where I make you scream my name and wake up every girl on this floor?" he dared.

"No, no," Levy giggled, "but it's fun to tease you." Her tongue flicked out to touch the tip of his nose. They both dissolved into muffled laughter as he closed the distance between them.

"It's fun to tease you too." Their noses rubbed together playfully. "But I think the time for teasing is over." His hand rubbed between her legs, and he pressed a heated kiss to her neck, taking in the scent he'd longed to smell. "I missed you." Gajeel lined himself up with her core and rolled her clit once more. She pulled him toward her in a longing kiss, and he plunged into her eager depths. Levy's gasp was nearly a scream. He filled her more than she'd anticipated, more than she'd remembered. Gajeel began to thrust. "Come on, Lev. You gonna break over that? We've only just started." He rocked his hips against hers long and slow, feeling her walls relax around him. He tried to pick up his pace, but Levy stopped him. She lifted herself so she sat straight and pressed him back into the mattress. Her hands grabbed his own and placed them on her ass. Then she began to bounce.

Gajeel's face contorted in pleasure. He loved it when she rode him. All at once he could gaze at her breasts jiggling, hold her firm ass, and feel her surround his length. It was bliss to be in his position. Watching her move herself up and down his cock, pleasuring them both, was an image he'd keep forever. He felt his body buck as she slipped over him, and Gajeel tossed his head back, moaning into a pillow.

"Remember, Gajeel. You said you'd be quiet." Her voice was laced with passion, and there was a treacherous glint in her eye.

"Now that's not fair." He grabbed her hips and pumped her faster, turning them so her clit brushed his skin. Levy's head lolled back as pleasure rolled through her. Guttural groans dared to escape but she held firm.

"I guess this is going to be a challenging night for both of us," she sighed. Gajeel laughed and pulled her down into a deep kiss. Levy's walls fluttered around him at the sudden change in position.

"Yer amazing, ya know?" he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "I love how you keep up with me and tease me and push me."

Levy smiled back at him. "I love it too. I love how easy it is to love you, and how you make me feel I can be bold—"

"You've always been bold, Lev."

She chuckled, he was right. "I have, haven't I?"

They kissed for just a moment before Gajeel rolled them over so he was on top of her again. He knew she liked it best when there was no space between their bodies. A single thrust was all it took to make her moan; the position was burned into his brain, the one that made her come over and over again.

"I think you're right," Levy panted, desperate to keep her voice under control, "I think from now on we stay at your place, no matter what." She spasmed under him as her climax drew near. "That'll make this—much easier."

"Deal." His movement slowed. "Now, remember," he placed a single finger across her lips, "ya gotta be quiet." Gajeel thrust into her hard, and her whole body curled around him in pleasure. Keeping quiet wasn't going to be easy for either one of them tonight.

A/N: Hey peeps! I finally get to write an afterward since I'm making this a multichap "story". Hello. Tis me. Very smutty writer person ;) I'm so excited to hear from you all. I hope you enjoyed the beginning of lovefest. Things are gonna be fast and hot from here on out. Don't worry, it won't all be sex, but we call it lovefest for a reason. Day 2 - (Mutual) Masturbation is up next. Let's call that chapter a prequel of sorts to this one. I hope you all stick around for a week of fun, smutty prompts. We may go sideways a bit in the order since I've written the prompts out of order…and I'm not finished with them yet. Fear not. They will all be posted as soon as possible, but we will likely extend beyond the timeframe of lovefest. Let's hope you remember to bring a cold drink for next chapter and every chapter after that!