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This is the continuation of I Must Be Dead, upon request.
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She felt like a missing puzzle piece, locked in his arms, like she was meant to be there. Gajeel held so much resentment to himself for what he'd done to her, and yet here she was.
Her lips broke from his own, and he only took that as his permission to let them wander elsewhere on her face. He laid a gentle kiss at the delicate line of her jaw, and her pleasant gasp only helped him with his next decision. He let his lips fall to the nape of her neck, taunting her ivory flesh to match the color of his eyes. He'd be sure to hear for it later, but it didn't matter now, this was heaven after all.
On the other side of this crazy love story, Levy was very much aware of the reality of this situation.
"He's kissing me... " the words echoed in her skull only long enough for her to gasp at the pleasant sensation along her jawline. She was in shock, mixed with a few other primal features she didn't know she'd had. She wanted him, and she'd never owned up to it herself, but here in his arms with his mouth on her own she'd be a fool to ignore her own wants. The kiss upon her throat made her breath heavy, and she clutched at his chest, her petite fingers wrapped in the fabric of his tunic. She was helpless in his arms, and her body and mind were perfectly fine with it. He was so very strong, and she dangled in his grasp delicately, as if he was cradling a fragile flower... She breathed deep "Ga..jee.." but the words wouldn't come out, his mouth had moved further down, his tongue slaying the sensitive flesh beneath her collar bone.
She was all to aware that they were still right in the middle of the hallway... someone could see them at any moment, and Gajeel certainly wasn't one to care, but she was a lady and a classy one at that. She coughed a bit and brought up the nerve. "Gajeel Redfox..." She spoke in a serious tone, at least she'd tried.
The laugh that greeted her proved it otherwise. "I must not be dead.. " he grumbled "you certainly wouldn't be yelling my name.. well, not for that reason at least." The grin he displayed mixed with the fire that still burned brightly behind his eyes set her stomach a flame, the tingle of lust crept across her skin down to her thighs. He'd realized she was serious though, and pulled his lips from her chest, though he still wasn't setting her down.
"We need to go." She spoke bluntly.
"I don't want to go back out there yet, especially not in this mood." His eyes were still undressing her, and she was having trouble focusing.
"That's not what I meant." And with all that she could muster, she let some of her own feelings show through her eyes, the look that crept across his face asurred her he'd understood. His movements were silent, and he carted her off quickly, still holding her gently in his arms.
"Where..where are we going?" she asked sheepishly, her cheeks a bit red, but her heart still pounded in her chest.
"Someone private." Was all he said, and those words only deepened the rouge in her cheeks. The rest of their journey was silent, and she'd gotten really comfortable in arms though the simple fact that she was in them sent chills down to her toes.
Gajeel had taken a strange route, around the hallways and up a few stairwells, apparently he was way more aware of his way around her than anyone else in the guild. Levy had managed to get lost three times in the last week, just trying to find a bathroom. He stopped in front of a wooden door, it was large with an intricate handle. Effortlessly he held her against him in one arm, grabbing the handle with the other and pushing the door open. The room that greeted them sent a different kind of excitement all over her body.
He'd taken her to the palace's library, or at least one of them, heavens knows how many there actually were. The low burn in her belly that was once smoldering was now a full blaze, she'd loved him for so long and he'd still managed to surprise her with his kindness. She had to admit it, the fact that she was in a library in a very compromising position with the man she'd dreamed about for the last year was pretty hot.
He walked her over to a table, setting her down to rest on it's surface, her legs parted a bit and he stepped between them. His eyes were still on hers, but he stood there, it seemed he was affraid she'd vanish if he touched her. Levy wasn't normally the courageous type, but in front of him in that moment, she felt something beyond bravery. She felt like a woman, who knew what she wanted, and could take it if she pleased.
So she did.
The look that crossed Levy's features sent Gajeel's breathing into new speeds, he'd felt as if he'd had two hearts with how much they were beating right now. How he'd even managed to make it this far without ruining it still perplexed him, but that wasn't what had his attention at the moment. It was the little blue haired fairy that say so pettily on the table. Images of her lovely hair splayed out across the cherry red wood flooded his mind, her delicate form resting beneath him with her lips parted ever so slightly moist with her hot breath. It was enough to drive him mad, but when Levy's hand gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward into the warm embrace of her mouth, he was sure he'd faint. Gajeel wasn't easily effected, emotions were something he'd assumed he was immune to at this point, but this blue haired angel managed to tug at strings he'd never new existed. Right now she was pulling at one particular string, and she was doing it rather hard.
This was definitely something new for Levy, hell the only thing she'd ever even done was kiss Jet and that was on a dare! It was a bad kiss too, they'd managed to bump teeth and his lips were dry, they were so young. Gajeel's kiss was nothing like that, if they were books Jet would be filed in the history section while gajeel would have a section all his own.
She let her tongue probe at his lips first, a longing want of acceptance was quickly answered when he parted his lips and joined it with his own. She practiclly purred against him, and when his hand came to curl under her neck pulling her into him even more, she'd thought she'd die at any seconds. Her hands still rested on his chest, but she'd long wanted to explore that chest of his, seeing no better time than now she followed suit. They graced over his neck first, gently trailing her little filed nails over his warm skin, and up into a firm lock of his hair. Oh how she'd always wondered how it felt, it always looked as if it was hard to manage, but in her hands it felt like silk and she couldn't refrain herself from pulling it gently.
The groan that crawled up his chest and into her mouth sent her on a crash course for paradise, and she melted against him. Her other arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer into their kiss. She'd need to breath eventually, but that wasn't something she thought to be higher than her current position.
When his lips left her own, Gajeel was finally settling with the fact that this was real life, he hadn't died and she was really laying across this table in such an alluring manner. She was so beautiful, and yet right now her mere image sent a thrill through his body. She probably had no idea how sexy she really was, and he leaned away from her for a moment to admire it again. This time much more thoroughly than his breif peek in the hallway. His eyes graced over her neck first, the redish blossom of skin was his fault, and he was rather proud of it. Now they'd all know she was his, and he'd have a much easier than getting that across, though we wasn't beyond beating it into their heads. He let his gaze fall down to her chest, her breasts weren't overly large like Lucy's but he didn't really care for those, to him they were perfect. Next he admired her navel, which currently stuck out past her shirt, next her hips and lastly her milky thighs.
Levy was all to aware of his hot gaze casually making it's way over every inch of her. She was excited, and eager, she'd always wanted to be this close but never actually imagined how'd she feel when it came to it. Her patience was wearing all too thin as he teased her with his eyes, but soon she was rewarded as Gajeel's hands went to his side to life his tunic. She quickly sat up and stopped them, letting her fingers grasp at his wrists tentivly. "No!" she sounded a bit too excited at first and quickly tuned it down. "L-let me do it." His puzzled expression faded soon after into one of acceptance, and she shifted her position on the table to better handle her current task. She was on her knees now and that raised her face to match his own, he was so tall compared to her, but it excited her and she'd wanted to climb to the top for longer than she could remember. Her fingers then left his wrists, taking over where his had left off. She wasn't very smooth about it, but managed to removed his tunic in one almost swift move. He pulled his hair through and tossed it aside, now standing shirtless before her.
His vision had stopped as his shirt got stuck over his head, but he made quick work of finishing it, pulling his long black hair through it and carelessly discarding it. When his eyes met her face he was overcome with a strange sort of.. embarrassment? perhaps, he'd dare not say so. The way she was looking at him with eyes that seemed almost unfamiliar for the usually chipper mage, made his blood boil, and he had to fight himself to remain still.
Her fingers reached up to grace his chest first, she traced the lines of his mussels, up past his ribs to his arms. Letting them flow down over his biceps to circle around the 4 little piercings that resided on his forearms. He was god-like, at least in Levy's eyes, she'd never seen a man so perfect. He was so strong and fearless, and beneath all that tough exterior she had learned there lay a kind heart.
Gajeel's throat betrayed him as he groaned against he delicate touches, this was torture for him, but one he'd happily endure for the rest of his days. Her touch was like fire, and it crept across his skin tensing and relaxing his sore muscles. He could hardly stand to stay still but endured it for her.
Levy was in awe of his physique, his muscles curved and dipped in a way she'd never realized was so sexy, and she blushed at the though of it. She'd felt as if thing were uneven, and released her grasp on his skin, moving to remove her own shirt. When she tugged at the hem, she was met with a similar fate to his own. "No." was all he had to say to get her to set her hands back to her sides.
Gajeel was a bit more perverse in the removal of clothing, though he'd never had a girl like her, his mind reeled at the thought of it. He let his rough fingers graze the skin of her hips first, causing little gasps to escape her lips. He'd take his time, and torture her just the same, he tugged at the yellow fabric of her shirt some exposing more of her creamy tummy. His smile was apparent, and it seemed to only make her blush more, but he was fond of how she looked with some color to her cheeks. He longed to make it happen in more ways that just this.
His right hand came to slip underneath her shirt, gripping her petite torso some as the other raised her shirt up and over her chest. He'd let it hang over her eyes a bit, just as he'd had done, and admire her lacy dark blue bra with bosom bursting from it's seem. She was far more lovely than anything he'd ever laid eyes on, and as he finished removing her shirt he leaned in to kiss her more.
Levy could hardly contain her breathing, she'd felt as if her heart was going to tear through her chest and leave her there alone. His hands were rough, but they teased at her skin and made a warmth between her thighs pulse in rhythm with her heart. She'd throw out her inhibitions awhile ago and decided that now was the best time to take over, though she hardly had the strength to force him to do anything. Her lips tore across his, tongues clashing in a passionate embrace as she pressed her chest against his own. Her hands wound themselves around his shoulders as she let her mouth express what words never could. His hands came around to her back, effortlessly un-clipping her bra, and she shimmied her shoulders to remove it.
She wasn't embarrassed anymore, and she pressed her bare chest back against his causing another carnal growl to crawl through his chest. He sounded so sexy and it only drove her more wild to hear how much he wanted her. He let his lips trail back down to her neck, taking the other side as his victim, but this time adding a gentle hand over her breasts. It kneaded and stroked at her nipple, letting it's firmness grow beneath the heated touch of his fingers.
The noise the escaped Levy's mouth surprised her, but she soon was lost in it, her back arching against him as she held on for dear life. His lips were ravishing her neck and it only sent her further into the spiral of pleasure she'd longed for. He was trying to catch her breath, but it managed to always be out of grasp, and when his mouth latched itself over her nipple she had to slap a hand over her mouth to lock away the scream that tore itself from her throat.
This is a library after all.
Gajeel didn't care, he could feel his want growing beneath his pants and his tongue flicked across her budding nipple, letting his other hand rest upon a breast to massage it gently. He let his left arm curl around her waist, pulling her harder into his embrace before slipping down to cup her bottom. It fit so perfectly in his hand, as if she was made to be his, like he'd always dreamed of. His thoughts were interrupted by her breathless plees of his name and he released her chest from his grasp. He was breathing heavy and his ears were filled with the hammering of not only his heart, but her own...
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