4. He Could Be A Lawyer
…On A Witness Stand
"You're Mr Redfox?" Levy asked dubiously, her nose wrinkling as she took in the form of the supposedly best lawyer, in the whole of Magnolia.
He was a brooding, frighteningly pierced man who had a mane that could rival that of Scar's from the Lion King. The said man didn't bother trying to hide his sneer as he looked down at her.
While she knew she wasn't much to look at as she had only recently turned eighteen, still a b-cup, she wouldn't say she was barely anything to sneeze at either. Bristling, she straightened her hesitant and shy shoulders.
She was under scrutiny and needed to give the best impression to try and get this man to represent her.
"Yeah, who are you?" the man asked rudely, his hip leaning against the doorway to his office, not actually allowing her in.
"Levy," she said, trying not to let the waver that was so desperate to come out escape. "And I would like to talk about you representing me in court."
Mr Redfox snorted, unfolding his arms and turning his back on her dismissively.
"You can't afford me," he said derisively, continuing into his office, almost succeeding in shutting the door if it hadn't been the small but stubborn foot of a petite girl of five foot two.
Startled, he turned to see her furious stare and her dainty hands that curled around the door, meaning that he couldn't forcibly shut the door without breaking all of her fingers and several bones in her foot.
Sighing, exasperated, he widened the door to let the girl in.
It wasn't like she would be there long as soon as he told her his rates. Although as much as Gajeel wanted to deny it, he was intrigued.
While he may not look it, he was perceptive. In fact, that was how you got good in the biz. You had to be sharp enough to know where your opponents' weaknesses were to exploit them accordingly.
So when he analysed the girl as she walked up to the only chair in front of his desk, it was a reflexive action.
At first he pegged her for a druggie that finally had gotten caught. She had the ratty, dirty orange zip up hoodie of one, followed by some baggy, clearly not her size jeans. But no, her fingernails were too clean along with some sparkling white teeth that gave the impression of naivety and also meant that she didn't smoke or do meth.
Then he tried to rule her as a runaway. Again, the dirty clothes could be misleading, and she had the furious blue hair that signalled rebellion. But no, the dye job was too good to be a form of rebellion, her dear mummy-kins must have helped her with that.
Sighing, he followed after this 'Levy' and hoped it would be quick so he could get back to his lunch break that he could sense was rapidly diminishing.
After slumping back in his chair, he waved a hand, a universal sign for well?
He smirked when he saw her bristle and tiny, cute little mouth actually tightened before she smoothed it into an expression of neutrality.
Oh, she was good. She could have made an excellent opponent on the stands.
"I need your help Mr Redfox," she began politely and Gajeel knew this was going to take forever, if he let her get into the whole sob story crap.
Holding up a hand, he interrupted her much to her indignation that he was slowly coming to love and exploit.
"Right let's skip all the persuading bullshit and actually get down to business," he leaned forward, his red eyes only contacts to try and put off clients and other lawyers. Much alike he was doing with this girl however she seemed more fascinated with his piercings than his eyes. "I want you to tell me what your crime was, why me to help you and then I will tell you whether you are worth my time or not."
Levy gaped before she closed her mouth.
His blunt honesty was…well, refreshing to say the least.
"I have been accused as an accomplice of murder but they haven't got any evidence of it and-"
Gajeel's eyes opened wide before he let out a howl of laughter, slapping his hand on the table.
This time Levy didn't even try to hide her bristle from him, he thought victoriously as his chair actually tilted in his amusement.
"It's not funny!" she cried, standing straight up. "I could get up to twenty years for something I didn't do!"
Calming himself somewhat yet his predatory gaze didn't wane any as he truly looked on.
Shoulder length blue hair, skinny, short. He snorted internally, incredibly short.
Pouty mouth, wide brown eyes that just begged to be believed.
She could be taken for a murderer who played the innocent card however if she had muscles underneath that jumper (which he highly doubted), he could almost be swayed to help her.
"Take off your jumper," he ordered, his eyes still taking in different factors that he could use in a defence before he realised what he was doing.
He hadn't even taken on the case! Didn't mean he would just from one bat of a pretty girl's eyes, otherwise he would have defended a lot more of unsavoury men who sent their prostitutes as a kind of bribe.
Levy stuttered, her red cheeks a great sign that she was flustered under his scrutiny.
"I-I don't strip on command!" she tried to say firmly, her eyes glaring at him but his smirk only widened all the more.
"You will if you want me to build a defence for you," he said before he could censor his language.
Mentally, he bashed his head against the wall at his stupidity, especially when her eyes alighted with a spark that he didn't know had dulled the now warm brown.
Why was this happening?
She was cute, don't get him wrong but there was nothing to write home about.
She eagerly stood up and stripped off her jumper where he confirmed what he thought: no muscles that could allow for a physical brawl kind of murder so maybe this could be easier than he thought.
But then he kind of got distracted by the swirl of ink that transformed into a butterfly the harder he stared at it and eventually cut off, leaving the rest of her skin deliciously milky pale. And Gajeel loved milk.
It went with everything; coffee, tea, cereal, milkshakes, you name it, it had something to do with cows. Steak.
Shit, he needed to get back into the zone rather than dwelling on the pointless.
He blinked, the only sign that he wasn't actually paying attention.
When her body shifted unconsciously, she saw her hands go to pull sleeves over her wrists before realising that she had nothing so loosened her body, her eyes coming to bravely stare into his.
And before he knew it, he was caught.
There were little flecks of hazel in there and it reminded him of healthy tree bark, illuminated by the mid-summer sun.
"So?" she asked impatiently, snapping him out of his wimpy thoughts.
Coughing and shaking his head, his fingers scratched his scalp in an attempt of keeping his demeanour cool and professional.
"Why don't you tell me the details on how you supposedly killed this person," his hand gesturing back to the chair in front of his desk.
His eyes only wondered to the clock wishfully but remembered the sooner he was done the sooner he could go get a steak at his favourite restaurant.
"Well, they said that I drugged him and-" she began.
He cut her off with a wave of his hand.
"Tell me about the victim, adult or elderly? Child? They think it was premeditative?" he rattled off, knowing that his stomach was about to rumble from the lack of food.
"Um, it was a man at my brothel-" she began again before she realised what she said and snapped her mouth closed, her cheeks flushing.
Gajeel just stared at her dumbly.
It would make sense. Skinny enough that she just got enough to be fed but not enough to run away without starving again within the hour.
The hair was so blue because of a wig most likely in a way of retaining her identity without giving it to anyone. Clever.
But just as he was about to continue questioning both his stomach and hers grumbled in annoyance.
Chuckling, he stood up grabbing his coat from the back of his chair.
"Come on, I'm hungry and from the sounds of it, you could use some grub too," he hooked a hand around her elbow, not really giving her an option if she wanted to come or not.
She tried to protest as she was hauled along behind him.
"I didn't tell you that I was a," she stumbled over the word 'prostitute' before she continued on crossly, "just to get free food from you!"
Gajeel rolled his eyes as he stopped outside of his office door, bringing a key to lock it.
"It's not just for you shrimp, I am this close to eating you," he continued unaware how dark his voice had become that it sent alarms in Levy's own head who had immediately thought of dirty thoughts before snapping herself out of the haze.
"But-" she continued to try and convince him it wasn't necessary.
However, all her efforts were for naught as he continued to walk away from her with a determined pace, almost like he didn't care that she was being left behind.
Levy was caught in a moment of indecision as she looked right where it would lead to her bus stop and ultimately back to her home at the brothel, and left where she saw her only saviour's back retreating as he walked further and further away.
She bit her lip before she raced after Mr Redfox.
But what she didn't take into account was her innate clumsiness and just as she stumbled, he turned around and caught her, like he predicted that she would fall.
Giving out a yelp, her face was crushed into a very sturdy chest as her arms clutched desperately at his own arms, she was saved by his own broad hands securing against her back and ultimately to him.
Gasping out an apology she just heard the oddest chuckle.
"Gi hee."
Looking up startled, she felt her whole body be enveloped by the thought of his red eyes and his sinful mouth that was just tempting her towards the dark, almost making her knickers drop right then and there.
"It's okay, I'm used to having women falling into my arms," his eyebrow raised cockily as he looked pointedly down at her.
Doused with ice water at his arrogance, she was about to rip into him when he looked to his arms where her fingers still gripped him with a strong force. His own hands not even touching her anymore.
Face red and shoving herself away, she tried to muster up all the indignation from earlier but he seemed not to care anymore as he swaggered away to the restaurant part of town.
The expensive restaurant part of town.
While it killed her pride to mention it, she had to tell him she couldn't afford even a glass of water.
Instead, Mr Redfox just batted her excuse away.
"It's okay, I'll pay for you, a onetime thing," his eyes never looked away from his destination.
He knew that they had a suit only rule but he thought but eh, what were they going to do when he offered a large tip?
Hesitantly following after his imposing form, only allowing the powerful façade that she gave off in front of the big time lawyer fall under all the judgmental looks from the rest of the patrons they were seated in the darkest corner of this steak house.
This was why she barely left her room; less people to deal with.
Levy saw the way in which he draped himself over this chair too, not looking at all awkward in his surroundings and continuing to absorb space. All it highlighted to Levy was the way he really was able to fill out a suit.
Gulping, she lowered her gaze to the menu with the black text running over it in narrow, cursive lines.
Then did a double take and the sheer cost for just a measly salad!
Shaking her head, she settled herself for ordering just a side menu. Although the meaty steak burger sounded delicious, she didn't want to cost Mr Redfox anymore than she had to, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to afford his fees anyway.
Although, the fact that he was still talking to her, knowing her background and most likely her financial background looked promising.
The waiter who waddled up was a thin man with an equally long, thin nose who used it to look down on her from his superior height.
Levy was nearly so cowed as to reject Mr Redfox as she raced out of the door before there was a clearing of a throat from her lawyer and seeing his face, she quickly tucked her legs back under the table.
He was glaring ferociously at the man who seemed to all but wilt under his stare.
"I'm sorry Mr Redfox, I didn't see you there," the man simpered, a bead of sweat actually coming out to roll down from his temple.
Levy couldn't do anything other than gape at what was occurring in front of her very eyes.
"I noticed," he growled before he decided to let off on the glaring, turning to scowl down at his menu instead.
Didn't he ever smile?
"I'll take the usual please, and yes it still will be cooked rare," he folded his menu with a snap, handing it over to the weak waiter before continuing, "and the lady will take the same with the salad but medium rare and with a-"
He looked curiously over at her and she realised that he wanted her to say what she wanted to drink.
"Water will be fine," she croaked, her complaint for him getting her a steak on the tip of her tongue but as soon as she had, her menu was snatched out of her hands and the thin man scurrying away, Levy knew it was futile.
Sighing, she clasped her hands meekly in her lap, her eyes darting everywhere but the man in front of her that she could just tell was smirking at her like he was the big bad wolf and she was little red.
Then the little traitorous part of her body lit with a feverous desire.
Levy shook her head firmly; there was no way on earth she could ever like an arrogant arsehole such as him!
"So tell me, why should I help you?" his hands were clasped under his chin as he stared intently at her, making the girl squirm in her seat.
And that was all she was: a girl.
"B-because it's the right thing to do?" she whispered, all former confidence gone as her situation seemed to really land on her shoulders.
His eyebrow begged to differ as it soared high into his hairline, while maintaining the frown line between his brows.
Sighing, Levy was this close to giving up.
"I also heard from one of the other girls that when you became a lawyer you used to defend people like me on a special discount," her shoulders slumped finally in defeat. "But I guess I was wrong."
Gajeel didn't know what to say.
He was so used to the sight of the iron will that it almost scared him when he saw the iron being melted right out of her.
She wouldn't even last one minute in the women prisons.
One moment dropping the soap, the next, the wife of the meatiest woman there. A crying shame.
Then the thought of the sweet blunette crying and it made him feel guilty which he didn't like.
He sighed, scrubbing the back of his head angrily.
"Dammit, fine!" he snapped suddenly, causing the blue haired girl to jump before her eyes looked up hopefully.
Weaselling out a notepad and pen, he glared up at her.
"Tell me how your supposed murder went down."
Her eyes alighted, her smile so easy in coming out.
"Yeah?" her hands clapped together as she bounced in her seat.
"There's a price."
She froze, hands still ready to continue.
"I'll only defend you," she froze, "if you go back to school and become my new housekeeper."
"I-" she hesitated, before mumbling guiltily, "I'm in school."
"Sure you are," he leaned cockily back in his seat as his eyes devoured her very form, "so that's why you are here, on a weekday, after the regular time for lunch, because you're 'in school.'" He snorted, "I'm not the social services kid, you don't need to lie to me. I just don't want to have to end up defending you again because you happen to get into a similar situation."
Levy wiggled in her seat again, her fingers fiddling with the heavy cutlery absently.
"I wouldn't have anywhere to live while I worked for you," she tried to excuse herself.
"Hence the fact that you would be my house keeper," he spun his bottle of beer on the table coolly, "I have a spare bedroom."
"I wouldn't even know how to begin in school."
"I could tutor you," Gajeel contemplated the girl in front of him, "or at least get you a tutor."
She gaped at him.
"Then what is even the point in me being your housekeeper if you keep paying for extra things on top of my tab!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide.
"Because, shrimp," he leaned closer, "if I get this reaction every time I would gladly pay for everything."
Levy scowled, her arms folding petulantly.
There was a silence as Gajeel raised an impatient studded brow.
She mumbled something out as her hand twirled an empty glass.
Sighing, he combed a hand through his knotted hair.
"What was that?"
"…would you expect me to service you?" she asked, her eyes boring into him.
"No," Levy McGarden was shocked when she saw his grin, sharp canines that of a predator. She wanted to see his smile, but God almighty, did he have a cracking set of dentals. "I have no interest in little girls especially those who will soon be working for me."
Levy bristled. She was eighteen dammit, she was not a little kid!
"So arrogant and you haven't even won the court case yet," she smiled tentatively at the waiter who placed her steak burger in front of her, thanking him as he haughtily swaggered away. "Surely, you must have lost one."
She sliced up the slightly bloody meat and placed it on her tongue, humming in pleasure. It had been a while since she has tasted something of this calibre. Quite a while.
"Why do you think I get paid so much?" Gajeel bragged through an unattractive amount of meat that was slowly stuffing his cheeks. "I haven't lost one and I don't plan to start now."
Levy held in her disgust deciding to savour her food instead, knowing it would be a while before she tasted anything like this again.
"Well, it's not like I have anything to lose," she sighed, taking a sip of her water, eyeing up the strange man in front of her.
It wasn't like he was unattractive in a rugged, rough around the edges kind of way. He could actually be seen as adorable the way he was eating like a child, devouring his way through it like he wanted to go back to playing with his action men or something.
Or that could just be the part of her delusional brain trying to rationalise why she was going to agree to this idea.
"You know what? Since you are so sure that I," Levy paused to giggle at the mere idea, "am a little girl, I'll go to school, be your housekeeper, but," she wagged a finger, "to prove I'm not as innocent as you think I'll treat you to a date."
Gajeel boomed out his laugh, his shoulders shaking.
"Oh yeah?" He sneered, taking a healthy swig of his beer that was drooling at the sides. "With what money?"
Levy frowned.
"I do have money saved, it's just not as much to afford your extortionate fees," she humphed, placing her knife and fork in the middle of her plate to signal that she had finished her meal despite not even being a quarter of the way through it.
"Oh, don't be like that," he teased, his fork already seemingly to creep over the table to gain the rest of the non-leafy portion of her meal. "I was just asking in case you haven't thought it out," he grinned again, sans meat in his mouth and Levy felt her breath catch in her chest, "I'm not a cheap date you know."
Her mouth tilted up fondly as she slapped his hand away, beginning to eat again.
"No, I don't suppose you are, but you can prove it to me after you have won my case for me."
…o0o…
"I declare that the verdict for Levy Louise McGarden…Not guilty!"
The bang of the gavel didn't even register for her as she stared gobsmacked at the old, short man governing the Judge's chair. No way would he have let her go away 'not guilty' considering that the amount of fake evidence against her.
"Come on shrimp," a hand settled on her head, ruffling her hair, "I'm looking forward to your date as soon as we get a good kip when we get to my place. You packed all your stuff like I said, right?"
Levy nodded numbly looking up into, what she found to be, red contacted eyes.
This man…this man was incredible. Maybe things were actually looking up for her.
Shouldering the ragged duffel bag with some effort, she started to stumble after the swagger of the big time lawyer.
His suit truly did cut a nice shape on the man, his trousers tightening over what looked to be a tightly toned arse, his suit barely fitting over the large, muscular shoulders.
The woman in her swooned although the whore in her just took everything with a grain of salt.
He was too arrogant, too mean, too brash, too loud…
But then, Levy considered, he was also a meat lover, cat lover (she found out as she went back to his place the day of the steak burgers) and overall not a bad guy considering he wasn't expecting her to loan herself out for him, rather just look after him and his house and go back to school.
In fact, other than not having to do housework, Levy could only see the benefits for herself.
So, not that she would ever utter this aloud, knowing that Gajeel would kill her, but he really was a big softie, helpless to a sob story.
She giggled to herself and Gajeel shot a confused glare over his shoulder, wondering why she would.
Skipping up, Levy made sure that she was hobbling alongside him, exiting out into the bright sun.
This was going to be a good day.
Suddenly there was a lightness on her shoulder as her bag mysteriously went missing as a gruff hand yanked her duffel bag from her shoulder and she stared over at Gajeel in shock.
"It was just getting annoying," he growled out, his cheeks red, "it doesn't mean anything."
An impish smile on her face, Levy looped her arm through his own, much to the surprise of the man beside her.
"Sure," she teased, her steps getting lighter and lighter, the further and further she got from the courthouse, "and you just happened to represent me because you had nothing better to do that day," she shot a sly glance up to him where Gajeel was just glaring ahead, "am I right?"
"Damn straight shrimp," he grunted, guiding her across the zebra crossing to where the taxis were located, "I don't want to hear a damn thing about me being this damn nice guy, got it?"
Levy chuckled as she saw one of his cheeks twitching irritably.
"Of course not," she sing songed, hopping into the back, pulling him along with her, "why would I ever?"
"Because all you've been is a damn nuisance," he folded his arms gruffly, turning to glare out of the window after he had grunted an address to the driver. "I don't know why I even bother with you."
Feeling brave, she tucked her head on his shoulder and more surprising than not, he didn't shove her away.
Being subtle about it, Levy breathed in a scent of metal and patchouli. God, did she love patchouli.
Admittedly, she thought it was a recently developed thing.
When she had her past job, the scent of old man was always covered up by patchouli however with this man beside her, Levy could see her smelling it all damn day, knowing who it belonged to, knowing what it meant to her.
God, she was turning into such a sap, she closed her eyes. She better not be falling in love with this guy. Heaven knew she would be in big trouble if she ever.
Nothing really went through her brain for the rest of the car journey as she fell asleep.
…o0o…
That damn midget finally fell asleep, Gajeel glanced down at the open, pink mouth of the sleeping girl.
She was starting to get ideas about him that he didn't want known; it certainly was a close one.
He could only imagine what kind of havoc she would wreak as soon as she got to his apartment again. It was already starting in his body, he readjusted himself as Levy, in her sleep, managed to pull her leg over his, a pale expanse that was just itching to be touched.
Maybe he should have said that there was a price of loaning her body to him…
No dammit! He was better than that! Kind of. Maybe.
Would it really be so bad…
He shook his head firmly, growling.
He didn't touch little girls.
He liked his big breasted, not barely a handful. He liked blondes not this dye job (yes, it apparently was) that was a sign of rebellion from her pimp. He liked them leggy not mouthy…
Gajeel knew he was probably getting really weird looks from the driver but he needed to sort out his ideologies now, rather than them come back and bite him in the arse later.
He sighed, shifting his shoulder that was already going numb.
The damnable woman.
She was going to be the death of him.
…o0o…
Levy found herself roughly woken by the fact that her pillow had abandoned her and she got a face full of dirty cab chair.
Pouting, she shoved herself up and followed Gajeel out and into the glass fronted building. It was still as bright as she remembered and this time she had the mind to bring sunglasses.
She tailed him into the translucent box and they zipped up to the top where the apartments were located.
Her nerves started creeping up on her.
What if he wasn't serious about her loaning her body out, this seemed too easy thinking about it. God, what if he is Hannibal? That would explain the crazy canines.
Dammit, why doesn't she ever think these things through?
Her eulogy: the whore that decided to trust her cannibal virginity to a random stranger.
They would make plays about her, she could see it now on the West End. How tragic.
"You don't need to be scared shrimp," Gajeel's voice rumbled out, "if anything I should be, you could pounce on me in my sleep."
Levy's face instantly reddened.
"What do you think I am? Some kind of pervert?" she huffed, folding her arms glaring out of the remaining window before following him into the dark apartment.
"No, but I am irresistible," he shot her a smirk, "you wouldn't last one second in a battle of lust against me."
Levy snorted.
"A battle of lust?" she snorted again, closing the door to the flat behind her, "try and be more dramatic, I don't think you achieved much melodrama. Wait, let me get the popcorn."
"I'm not trying to be dramatic shrimp," he shot a glare over his shoulder, "I'm just stating a fact that once you kiss me, you won't stop, then I won't be able to keep my promise to not touch you."
Levy huffed, tucking her hands at her waist irritably.
She could already tell that this guy was going to be a pain to live with.
"I was a whore," she snorted, flipping her hair back behind her shoulder dismissively, "that was in my job description and I have never fallen in love with anyone."
Gajeel just snorted, dumping her bag in the kitchen, going to get a glass of water, filling it up with a smugness that just irritated her beyond belief.
"They obviously weren't kissing you right," he shot her a sly glance out of the corner of his eye, "I could do so much better; don't lump me with them."
Her whole body seemed to alight with a challenge as her feet unknowingly took her so she was stood right next to him, her hand already plucking the slim glass from his large hands and placed it on the side, out of the way.
Levy's mouth was firm as she hopped onto the counter, so she was on more of an equal level, her eyes narrowed.
"Fine, kiss me," she ordered, her knees immediately settling and bracketing his hips confidently.
Gajeel just smirked, his canines just furthering the challenge in her mind as she could already imagine their sharpness cutting into her lip.
"I thought I told you I don't touch little girls and I thought you didn't want me touching you either," he said but he didn't back away like she would have expected, instead his hands planted outside her hips as he leaned closer, his smugness just coming out further. "Already going back on your agreement?"
Levy just snorted, scooting forwards so her bottom rested right on the edge and her centre cradled his package gently.
"I'm not going back on that," she affirmed, her own fingers plucking at the belt loops on his smart trousers, "this is a freebie that I just want to test out if your hypothesis is true."
"So what you are saying," Gajeel tilted forward, "is that you are a competitive bitch and don't like to lose, especially to the likes of me?"
Levy leaned too.
"That is just an added point," she breathed, her tongue moistening her lips unintentionally. She caught the way that his red eyes locked onto the movement, "but this is just a challenge I welcome to overcome."
Gajeel chuckled his odd laugh, his scent of patchouli overwhelming her, making her nose tingle and her vision dizzy.
"What do I get if I win?" he asked, his eyebrow arching, the metal glinting as his hands cupped her hips boldly, edging her closer and closer.
"What do you want?" internally, Levy cursed as she heard the breathy way her voice came across.
Damn him, he was actually affecting her!
"Maybe I want those kissing rights," he purred as he bent towards her ear (yes, he still had to bend to reach her short stature despite the fact that she was perched on the counter).
He must have felt her stiffen as her thoughts raced through. Levy thought that he didn't want to have her body as a loan? Was he already breaking his promise? Internally she rolled her eyes.
Well, technically she broke it first but, still.
Gajeel chuckled.
"Now, now, you are getting ahead of yourself shrimp," his teeth grazed the skin of the shell of her ear and her spine unwilling shuddered in pleasure, "all I meant is that I get to steal one kiss from you per day during your stay here."
Levy relaxed, her shoulders losing the tension, her breath coming out in a sigh of relief. Mostly because of his words and the fact that he had backed away so his red eyes were in front of her brown ones again.
"And how long am I staying here?" while her brain was trying to focus on the important details, her body was needy for his touch if it was any indicator for the way her fingers were already forgoing formalities in that they were dragging his belt loops closer and harder against herself.
"For your schooling and a few years after perhaps if you think of going to uni," his head tilted to the side inquisitively. "Is this how you always begin foreplay? Bore them to death so that they are all the more pleasured when you finally get them off?"
Growling, Levy lost her patience and her finesse as her lips attacked his.
His head automatically slid to the right, slanting his lips so he could take more of her in, his mouth unintentionally opening hers in a hot breath. His hands immediately left her hips in favour of gripping her waist and tangling in her short hair behind her bandana.
Where she believed she pressed Gajeel so close to her centre, she was wrong as he pumped himself against Levy, causing her back to arch at the delicious feeling.
"B-but what about if I win?" she stuttered out, cursing at the sign of her weakness.
None of her past patrons had ever came close to inspiring this feeling and Levy felt as if she was about to combust into a million tiny, flaming pieces. How embarrassing.
Gajeel groaned hotly into her ear, his hand that was on her waist ventured and squeezed her breast boldly through her thin smart dress.
"I don't think that will be an issue," he muttered, his canine catching on her neck in a pinch before releasing her as she cried out.
"I-it could be, you know," she tried to protest but knew if he kept kissing her like this, it was just laughable that she thought that she would be able to defeat him.
He chuckled again, grinding himself tightly against her and her back canted further, her head smacking the back cupboard behind her painfully.
Thinking that the pain would anchor, it only sent her thrumming body into a larger state of heady desire.
"Just stop talking," he ordered, his mouth not giving her much choice as he dominated it.
His tongue swept up any doubts, just tangoing with her own, caressing it as he left her mouth only to begin the deadly dance again. His hand, his body, his hair.
By god, his hair even was attractive to the blunette as her hands ran through the silky tresses that she believed would be greasy and matted yet it was as soft as down.
Levy panted, her eyes clenching as his hips continued to slow pump, a mere mock of what would be to come.
Abandoning her swollen lips, Gajeel trailed his chapped lips down her neck, pausing to lave his tongue with her skin, scenting her too at every opportunity.
"G-Gajeel," her throat constricted as he teased her nipple through her bra. "Y-you win, just please."
And like a switch, he straightened, a smirk already in place.
Stepping out of her numb circle of legs, he adjusted his lapels with an arrogant jerk of hands, running said hands through his hair to try and gain some normalcy.
"Glad we got that cleared up," he took the drink that was miraculously not knocked over beside Levy and took a cocky sip. "Welcome to your new home Miss McGarden."
She gaped after him as she watched him tug at his tie, already unbuttoning his meticulous white shirt.
"You are actually leaving me hanging?" she demanded, hopping off the counter, chasing after him, blocking the doorway to what looked like a bedroom, an eyebrow arched.
Gajeel looked down his nose, his mouth so crooked with his smugness that Levy had to wonder for one moment how he was fitting his head in the building let alone the room.
"Have you been tested recently?" he asked after a brief pause.
Wrinkling her nose, Levy propped her hip on the door jamb, huffing.
"And that's the only thing stopping you?" she then bristled. "Hey, what about you? You could be infected with anything right now and I wouldn't know!" she ruffled her messy hair behind her head, "at least I had to get regular check-ups, you have no excuse."
She ended her point by prodding Gajeel in the chest only to find it caught and yanked close.
"I don't like to be touched so casually without any follow ups," he growled, his other hand going to secure her back.
Her breathing caught for one moment before her racing heart slowed at the realisation that this was like any normal job; it wasn't like she liked him or anything. Much.
"I wasn't the one who just stopped," she reminded him, her mouth pouting slightly in a way that she didn't realise had him enraptured.
"Mmmm," his voice seemed to purr under the vibrations that he sent through her skin.
Gajeel tightened his muscled forearm around her, his mouth already descending.
"Don't say that I didn't warn you, gi hee," he reminded her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her bottom, pulling her up suddenly so that her legs were tangled around his waist. The sound of his glass of water shattering on the ground went ignored by the couple.
Taking her initiative, Levy hooked her hands behind his neck, determined to make him feel just like her: a needy mess that wouldn't be able to stop until they had both hit the peak of pleasure.
Her lips enclosed his, taking over a slippery attack, humming her approval when he pressed back, grunting.
Feeling the sponge of the mattress at her back, she let her arms flop back, to let Gajeel do what he wanted. Her brown eyes devoured the way his hands animalistic in their frenzy to take his black tie off, shrugging his shirt off, barely taking the time to undo all the buttons.
That damn smirk never left his face, his red eyes, demonic as he examined her body. They were as sharp as a steel knife and just as cutting in the way that it tore her rationality from her carnal desires.
Prowling over her body, his hand was already at her stomach, pushing it up with a slowness that contrasted with the rapid lock of their upper lips, his fingers just trailing a heat that had her hips accidently clicking up against his own crotch.
Her mouth tried for a gasp but found it was greedily eaten up, her lungs were heaving against the large mass that was dominating her small form.
His own hand had never stopped moving as it finally reached her bra, his hand ready to hold it.
Levy sighed, her eyes clenching shut.
The rough sounds of their movements, the desperate hand at her chest, it was all too much too soon yet she didn't want to stop. God forbid that they did.
However, from the heavy groans coming from the man above her, his red eyes hidden behind pleasure clenched eyes, she didn't think that would be an issue.
Her spine arched towards the ceiling, her air sucked straight from her lungs as the heat thrilled through her nerve endings causing a gasping fish effect. If this continued the way it was going, Levy might even be happy to grant this Gajeel Redfox kissing rights.
Moaning, Levy cushioned her head happily, her neck displaying itself for affection with no extra effort.
"Jesus," he groaned hotly into her neck, "can't you-"
He cut himself off as his hips slowly, seductively, hitched against her core.
Gasping, her pouty lips parted desperately, trying to find the oxygen which was suddenly depleted in the room only to find her pathway blocked by a needy tongue that deliciously rolled against hers.
"Ah!" her throat was becoming parched from the harsh breathing and her cries.
Nuzzling into her neck, his hands held onto her bottom pulling her tighter and tighter against him, the situation in her knickers just embarrassing, she just hoped that he would ignore her needy whimpers that were just increasing in intensity the further his length seemed to dig into her.
Just when Levy thought that he would never touch her, his fingers hooked into the elastic of her tights underneath her best dress, yanking it down. But the feel of nylon against her feverish skin was almost unbearable as she arched closer to his mouth that was now sucking on her neck like an ice lolly in the middle of summer.
The worn hands now pushed upwards to where her knickers embarrassingly betrayed how much she really desired this rugged, gruff lawyer.
Tightening her hands in his hair, Levy sighed as a testing finger slipped past her elastic to her heat beneath. But just as it was getting good, the unexpected happened.
Gajeel backed away, a cheeky smirk on his face, rolling further onto the bed, cradling her hips so that she was tugged with him. Cockily, his hands pushed behind his head.
Gaping, Levy stared down at him. What in the hell did he think he was doing?
Just as she voiced this, Gajeel pushed against her core again sending jelly down her legs. Gasping, Levy's eyes closed briefly before she opened them again, determined.
He was not going to make her do all the work; she had enough at that with her previous "job".
She grabbed his shoulders and hooking a toned leg behind his hip she flipped them back to their previous position and surprisingly he moved with an ease, like he wasn't even going to fight back.
Then what was the point of him even doing that?
The shade cast by his large biceps was distracting but she still continued to watch the red eyes that were intent on her.
"What the hell was that for?" she pouted but her hands still pulled on the thick mane, knotting her fingers so he couldn't pull away from her again.
"Just wanted to have some evidence later," his mouth gently captured hers, before pulling away to stare back down at her. "Don't want you saying that I took your body without permission."
Levy rolled her eyes. It was passed the point where she cared that she was meant to be holding a wall between them.
All she wanted was this.
Was him.
Softly, her fingers braided themselves into his hair, pulling him close to her, letting his lips press against hers again, letting their bodies align.
"I'm not going to ask again, shrimp," Gajeel murmured between the soft suckling that ensued, "you sure you want to do this?"
Levy sighed both from bliss and annoyance. It was an interesting mix to say the least.
Opening her bleary eyes, she let her fingers trail down a pierced ear.
"Me lying on your bed," burying her face in his neck she whispered against his scarred skin, "with soaking knickers isn't a big enough indication for you?"
Gajeel chuckled before a hand moved to his trousers to unbutton and before either knew what was happening, he shoved aside her knickers and was sheathed tightly.
"Ah!" Levy's head dug into the pillow behind her, mouth parted in supplication.
Devouring her, his form was hot, their friction was molten and his mouth was a deadly core that subjugated hers, demanding her body to yield.
And yield it did with vigour.
Sprawled, it was all the red cheeked blunette could do to keep up with him, her voice ready to scream his name if only he would let her come up for air.
Her lower stomach couldn't handle the piston but her hands were already clawing at his back, her pure bliss imminent as was Gajeel's since his grunts and thrusts were becoming all powerful before they both pulled away desperately to roar their desires out.
Panting, Levy could barely believe it as her eyes drooped, a hand lazily caressing his sweaty back, the pads of her fingers catching on the various scar tissue.
Not that this moment of peace lasted long as it turned to a shriek of surprise as his entire weight (a hefty tonne or so) collapsed on top of her.
"Mmm, shrimp," a murmur buzzed through her ear.
Shock flooded through her system enough to grab his face in her hands and push away to see his face slumped in sleep.
Did…he just FALL ASLEEP?
Huffing, Levy tried to worm herself away from him.
Finally with an agonised grunt, the blunette popped herself free from the unconscious body builder. Panting from the exertion, she glanced over her bare shoulder at the sleeping face only to be taken in by his eyes.
Or more like the huge bags beneath them.
Frowning, she bent forward, her breath brushing some of the unruly black hair back from his forehead as she peered directly into his face.
It was true; they were so black like bin liners, shadowing the exhaustion.
Did he really working overtime for her? She shook her head, no that didn't seem likely considering how he bragged that he could win any court case. So then…what was it?
Pushing herself off the bed, Levy padded to the door, her hormones still raging but deciding that she needed some decency in which to face this animal again. She spared one more glance over her shoulder, the blunette shut the door quietly heading for her new room and shower.
But as she was washing the suds out of her hair, she found that she hadn't stopped grinning to herself.
Placing a hand on her chest, her teeth bit into her lip trying to reign in the happiness that was overflowing her.
She was in some deep shit: she loved that stupid jackass, piercings and all.
She just hoped she had a shovel to dig herself out in time before Gajeel noticed.
Staring up into the water spray, she felt it drench her hair. But for now she would hold this sweet feeling close before she nipped it in the bud.
After all, it was her first love after all.
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I am really sorry at how late this update has been considering I had a summer job that required me to work forty hours a week *sigh* then just managing my time at uni (unsuccessfully) and I'll write the continuation of the second chapter next.