Chapter 3

Gajeel couldn't feel his body. Numbness filled his being. Everything was completely silent for a long time, he just floated there. Then from the back of his mind, gaining in volume, he heard his name; "Gajeel. Gajeel. Gajeel." Then as it became a yell, a snap pain pierced his hands. The voiced let out a laugh; "Black Steel Gajeel?! Lies, you are weak!" It cackled.

Levy sprung from her chair, Gajeel had been sweating for a while but now he was twitching violently.

"Gajeel!" She yelled as she shook him, "Gajeel wake up!"

Suddenly, a thick hand wrapped around Levy throat. By the time Gajeel realized what he was doing her face was purple. He realized what he was doing and shoved himself back, horrified.

"I'm..sor..sorry, Levy I'm sorry." He stood and knocked a stack of books off the coffee table as he moved himself around it.

She breathed heavy and held her chest,"I'm okay, Gajeel, but you were talking in your sleep. You were saying my name over and over again," she said quietly, "you were crying and saying sorry."

Gajeel bowed his head; "you know me Levy, we've fought together for so long now," he stopped. Levy had never seen his shake some much, he was still sobbing and his fist were clenched in rage.

"I don't know you Gajeel, I see what you want me to see. Let me see you?"

He stood there for a long moment, still shaking with rage; "Every time I go into a fight, I go in ready, no hoping to die."

"Gajeel…"

"It's turn. You may have forgive me, the guild expects me, sure… but how do I live with what I did?"

Levy sighed, rose to her feet and marched over to the trembling mass of iron. She clamped her arms around his broad waist and buried her face into his chest. Gajeel felt the wetness of her tears stain his shirt, he hesitantly put his arms around her. She lifted her water filled eyes to meet his.

"You find something you can hold close. Something that makes you happy...someone…" Levy begin.

Gajeel shouldn't have done what he did next. He knew he would regret it. But in that split moment, he thought it was right.

He placed his hands on her wet face, lifted it and planted a slow, but firm, kiss on her quivering lips. Slowly, they leaned away from each other. Hands still grasping.

"Sorry," Gajeel whispered.

"Shut up," Levy snapped, "don't kiss me and then say sorry! How dare you play with-"

She interrupted her with a smirk; "fine, Shrimp." Gajeel lend into the second kiss, resting a hand on the crest of her butt. Small hands intertwined themselves in his mane and pulled him down with her as she fell back on to the sofa. As a hand ran up a soft thigh, the pair of legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in. The kiss they were sharing was, in one word, intense. Bits and nibbles. Licks and tugging.

Minutes later, it broke leaving them both breathless. Gajeel rested his head on her collarbone, kiss slowly.

"That your first kiss, Shorty?"

"No! Well...Jet kissed me once...I didn't like it... I kicked him."

"Hard?"

"Hard."

"Gihihi...that's my girl."

"You're girl?" Levy questioned.

"Well I mean if ya wanna'..." Gajeel stumbled.

Levy placed her hands on his chin and pushed him to her level; "Yes Gajeel Redfox. I'll be your girl, but on one condition."

"Hm?"

"Forgive yourself."

She was answer by ever sinking kisses.


The first thing Gajeel realized when he woke was that, in his sleep, he didn't suffer from any nightmares. The next thing was that there was a tiny shirtless shrimp lying atop him. Hickies and bit marks covered Levy's breasts and belly, from the soreness coming from his back he could tell she got him back. Also, thankfully the acing from his nether regain informed him he hadn't gone to far. Shifting himself under her didn't wake her, however; a hand laced with his hair stopped his from going anywhere. So, stuck, Gajeel placed his hand on her head and begin to scratch behind her ear, finding delight in the quite purrs she made.

It was then it came to him. He was happy, right now. Cuddling with this perfect bookworm, he was happy.

-S

Short one, sorry.

-M