A/N: SURPRISE! Since the new manga chapter put me in a good mood, I will upload Chapter Five in honor of that chapter! However, I will not upload a new chapter next week. Chapter Six will be upload the week of 8/25th. Two more chapters left people! And I have a new fanfic that I am outlining right now. More information about soon!
So here is a Gajevy present to you all! And I'll see you guys in two week!
Chapter Four: Fairy Ride
"A-Are we there—" Gajeel dry heaved, cheeks puffing up. He laid across the cushioned bench across from Levy, reading contently to herself.
"Almost." Levy turned the page, unmoved by the sudden incline the train was moving in, causing Gajeel to let out another dry heave. "We can grab a bite to eat at Willow and then make our last train to Crocus." From Magnolia to Hargeon, Levy was concerned about Gajeel and his rabid motion sickness, annoying him with her usual pleads of any assistance of remedies from her. After they boarded their third train, Levy didn't seem to care anymore, ignoring his groaning and discomfort.
On and off from her reading, Levy recalled her treacherously dangerous dream she had last night. She dreamed of his long raven hair damp from the shower, cascading down his smooth muscular back, beads of water dripping down his glistening bare torso, struggling in between hard ridges of abdominal muscles. His eyes were on hers, and quietly Levy sucked in a breath at the thought of his face close to hers, and tentatively bring his lips to hers. Levy shook her head at the thought, telling herself that Gajeel was right there in front of her. She raised the book closer to her face, hoping to hide her flushness from the oblivious Gajeel.
"I am going to kill the conductor." Gajeel declared, slowly lifting his head. Sweat dotted his forehead, lips were dry from excessively breathing in and out as instructed by Levy like he was about to give birth. "I don't know what's worse." He pause to clench his teeth from another wave of nausea. "Wanting to puke with food in my stomach…or wanting to puke with nothing and hungry at the same time?" The sides of Levy's lips curved a bit. She peered over her small book and looked at him smiling at her.
"Food helps a bit, but messy." Levy closed her book and looked out the window, seeing the mountainside town appear up ahead. "We can lay over at Willow if you want. Crocus is only an hour away, we could still make the appointment with our client if we leave tomorrow morning." After the Grand Magic Games, they took a luxury carriage provided by the King back to Magnolia, and they stopped now and then. A train ride with four connections was too much for one day, and Gajeel looked like he was at his limit.
"I'm fine." Again with his pride.
"Gajeel," Levy sighed. "You have to be at one hundred percent if we want to do this." They agreed to do a short job near the capital, which was disabling an ancient golem from destroying the trade routes from the mountains.
"Then, we have to be at Crocus by tonight." Gajeel struggled, feeling another heave coming. "Don't worry about me." He forced an adorable smile.
"Well," Levy sighed once more. "I'm going to the dinning cart to see if they have crackers to settle your stomach." When she got up, Gajeel grabbed her hand with his sweaty ones. Levy looked down on the poor dragon slayer, eyes pleading and in pain.
"Don't go." Gajeel pleaded. "I don't need crackers." Using her hand, he tried to pull himself up into a sitting position, and Levy sat down beside him, still holding his shaking hand. He really looked defeated, though Levy thought that he needed his shirt torn to make it more realistic but that was Levy's wild thoughts lingering. "Fuck!" Gajeel shouted when the train lightly turned with the rails, causing Gajeel to fall back on the bench and his head on her lap.
"G-Gajeel!" Levy stuttered, trying hard not to move her legs. "I-I don't think you should—" pausing to look around at the neighboring passengers if they were gawking at them. No one. His long hair laid lazily against her belly stomach, and Levy could feel his warm breath against her knees. Levy froze, not knowing what she should do.
"Read." She felt him gulp against her thigh.
"What was that?" Levy didn't hear from hearing her racing heartbeat pounding in her ears.
"Read to me." Gajeel pleaded, stretching his arm out to the seat across from them and grabbing the book she was reading. Without another word, he handed the book to her and set his arm across her knee. "Please?" Levy just remembered to breathe and quietly and steadily inhaled and exhaled before she opened her book to where she left off. She was so glad that she didn't read the other book first, which was a little erotic to read out loud.
"She usually wears black…" Levy flipped to the beginning of the chapter and read softly to Gajeel. Her body was still frozen and tried to keep herself from shaking, though Gajeel seemed relaxed finally after almost seven hours on three different trains. Levy didn't know how much time had passed, reading chapter after chapter of her book, being drawn into the world of books so easily, she forgot that Gajeel was still on her lap, and didn't realize that her free hand was on his head, petting him slowly.
"Don't stop." He grumbled against her legs, having her stiffen up again.
"What?" Levy noticed her hand on his temple, fingers slightly in his hair. "Sorry…" She pulled away, but Gajeel's fast hands grabbed hers.
"I said," Gajeel turned his head slightly and his red orbs side glanced at her. "Don't stop." Levy's face heated up and she knew her face was a deep red. He let her hand go and returned to his position, leaving Levy's hand hovering in the air. She stared at it for a bit and then down at Gajeel, who had his eyes close, wincing once and a while at his churning stomach. Levy didn't know when she started, but it was sort of working for Gajeel.
Without another moment of hesitation, Levy placed her small hand against his temple, slowly moving it towards her, having her fingers slightly digging into his hair. She paused, glancing at Gajeel for any discomfort, and then she continued gliding the pads of her fingers against his damp skin and then lightly raking her nails through his scalp. A small groan rumbled deep within his throat, causing Levy to shift in her seat. Luckily he wasn't moved by it. It wasn't the first time seeing Gajeel like this, almost unconscious and defeated, however it was the first time seeing him looking like a small sick child. His motion sickness wasn't new to everyone, but during the Chariot event, he and Natsu tried so hard to look like they were trying their best for their guild. Here, a simple train ride to the capital was making this giant lug into defenseless child.
"You want me to continue reading?" Levy quietly asked, and a small noise came from Gajeel. She couldn't help but smile at the dragon slayer. She took a deep breath and started again where she left off. And soon, she dozed off.
After another gruesome, but short, train ride into the capital, Gajeel and Levy arrived at Crocus and was walking through the crazy brick road streets towards their hotel. It was three days until game day, but there were a lot of people wearing jerseys from many different teams that competed in the tournament. The majority was the bright yellow and red Crocus Suns, though the Eagles are the next to them, displaying almost a sea of yellow and blue through the streets. Lacrima billboards polluted the skies of the city, showcasing an athlete promoting a clothing or drink company, and the screens switch off from team to team. It was just like the Grand Magic Games, but it tailored to mages and non-wizards alike. She could hear the faint noise of cheering from a far, only to see what looked like a ferris wheel and colorful neon lights from a carousel. Levy could only imagine what Gajeel would look like hunched over on a unicorn, trying to hold in the contents of his stomach. Suddenly, the smell of carnival hit her, and her stomach ached for deep fried confections.
The hotel they were staying at, The Griffin, was not too far from where they stayed at last time, and it was nicer and closer to the arena where the cup was being held. The lobby was adorn with a gray stone fountain at the center where two griffin stood facing each other in a clawing stance, and water pooled around at their stone talons. Gajeel's footsteps sounded heavy against the marble black and white flooring as they head to the counter to check in. A seating area was located at a carpeted area at the left side, where a gift shop was slowly cleaning and closing up for the rest of the day. Levy didn't realize that it was already eight o'clock at night.
"I thought I recognized you!" Levy turned to the man behind the counter. The man was wearing a light gray suit with a white shirt and black tie. His dark brown hair was tied in a neat pony tail. "You're Gajeel Redfox! The Iron Dragon Slayer!" He was turning red now from all the excitement. "Let me see what I can do! Anything for Fairy Tail." He looked down.
"What's going on?" Levy whispered, and Gajeel leaned over to reply.
"They are booked for the next three days." Gajeel turned his head, so the receptionist couldn't hear him. "Someone told me that this guy is a huge Fairy Tail fan. He could hook us up with a room."
"Any room would do, Gajeel." Levy leaned closer and spoke softly into his pierced ear. "We could go somewhere else."
"Like anywhere else would have available rooms." Gajeel laughed. "Besides, this guy is too easy. Watch this." They both turned to the blushing man, tapping away on his lacrima keyboard. "If it's cool with you, we would like a view of the city." He nodded really fast and started to bite his lip from flapping around, wanting to say something. "You rock, man." Gajeel's people Levy noticed the man looking up with wide green eyes, frozen from where he stood. "You okay?"
"A-Ah, yeah!" The man roared in an awkward laugh. "I-I j-just—sorry—can't believe the iron dragon slayer is here!" He continued to type away, pulling his awkward stare and placing it back on the screen. "Man, you were so awesome against Rogue and when you absorbed the shadows! Oh my god!" Gajeel glanced down at Levy and winked at her, making Levy roll her eyes. "I cheered for you guys since the beginning! No else did, but I certainly did!"
"Is that so?" Gajeel smiled at the man. "Tell me? What was your favorite part of the games?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The man stopped and looked at Levy and Gajeel. "When Natsu beat the crap out of Sting and Rogue!" Gajeel's smile was smacked away and Levy tried so hard not to burst out laughing. "Oh man…I was at the edge of my seat the entire time! I think the entire arena was!" He paused to look down on the screen.
"Look here—" Gajeel almost spat out, but Levy wrapped her arm around his, preventing him from pointing an angry finger at the fan.
"Okay!" The brunette looked up one more time and held out two card keys. "It's nothing special, but it is the best I can do. The room has the view you wanted, bathroom with a whirlpool bath, a king size bed, television, desk, and mini-fridge."
One bed! Levy thought to herself. Her face suddenly started to heat up.
"And with your guild discount…and I'm guessing your girlfriend is a Fairy Tail wizard too?" He looked at her, and she nodded a silent response. "That would add another twenty percent…" He typed away on the screen. "Checking out on Monday afternoon…it'll be 324 Jewels a night."
Girlfriend?! They both thought at the same time.
"Thanks, man." Gajeel said to him. "You're pretty cool for helping us out."
"Yeah, thank you!" Levy smiled, grabbing the key cards from him.
"If it isn't too much trouble, can I get an autograph?" The man asked meekly, afraid that Gajeel was going to say no.
"Sure," Gajeel nodded and grabbed a hotel pen from the cup. "Who do I make it out to?"
"Sheryl." The man said, only receiving confusing stares from the both of them. "Oh! She's my sister! She loves you so much! She wouldn't believe me that you are staying at my hotel if I didn't get her an autograph." Levy couldn't help, but be amused by the look on Gajeel's face. He took the piece of paper the man gave him and scribbled his signature on it.
"Thanks," Gajeel hissed and turned away, grabbing his bag off the floor.
"Next time you see Natsu and Lucy!" He shouted at them. "Tell them to come to this hotel when they are in town again!" Levy waved at the man and turn her attention at the angry dragon slayer stomping towards the elevators.
"Gajeel—"
"Not a fucking word." Gajeel hissed at the giggling girl, punching the elevator button with a heavy fist.
"Oh c'mon!" Levy pulled her heavy bag painfully on her shoulder. "He liked you too! It's just he loved Natsu a little bit more." Unexpectedly, Gajeel grabbed her bag and swung it over his shoulder like it was nothing.
"I am going to kill that bastard!"
"Who? Natsu?"
"Him too! The Salamander fan." Gajeel clicked his tongue.
"For what it's worth," Levy smiled. "My favorite parts were the events you participated in."
"No kidding?" Gajeel was looking down at her. He looked surprised, which shocked Levy a little.
"Well, yeah…" Levy shrugged her shoulders. "Though, you had me worried when you fought alongside Natsu and fought against Rogue—you okay?" Gajeel was slouching forward and leaning against the elevator wall.
"You shouldn't worry about me…" Gajeel heaved when the elevator started to move.
"My favorite part was Chariot." Levy muttered softly, taking the opportunity of his vulnerability.
"Don't remind me—" He heaved again as the elevator stopped almost every floor, dispensing their fellow passengers.
They arrived on the seventh floor, walking hastily to their hotel room, where they were greeted with the strong smell of laundry soap and dried lilacs. Levy wanted to sneeze really badly, but the sight of the room push that thought aside. The room turned out better than she hoped. The golden fleur-di-li patterned tastefully against the royal red carpeting, two large sand colored sofa chairs were on either side of a small wooden table and golden floor lamp. A cherry wood desk was between the television and one of the sofa chairs, accompanied by a fancy, though uncomfortable chair. The bathroom had two rooms; one containing the toilet and a large shower and the main room had the massive oval shape whirlpool. An unnecessary large counter fitted with jack and jill sinks, each with a small frosted glass plate with tiny toiletries showcasing the Griffin logo on the bottles and packaging. For a standard room, it was pretty extravagant for Levy at least.
One bed.
"You can take the bed." Gajeel said to her. Levy turned her head from the bed to the man scratching the back of his head. "I don't mind sleeping on the floor." Levy's eyes returned to the massive bed in front of her, pristine white comforter and pillows wrinkled free and fluffy like a cloud. Her full size bed didn't compare to it, let alone her pillows could pass as her books. Books. Levy thought of the previous night where her imagination ran rampant of what Cana said before they left. All those books that she eventually gave to Erza started coming back to her, and the heat on her face she'd knew she wouldn't be able to hide the red from Gajeel.
"I'm small enough to sleep on the chair." Levy let out an awkward laugh, scratching her chin and avoiding eye contact. "I'm use to falling asleep at my desk, so it wouldn't be an issue. You should take the bed."
"I ain't gonna let you sleep on a damn chair." Gajeel raised his voice and immediately followed with a laugh. "I'm fine on the floor."
"So, you bought a room for four nights to sleep on the floor?" Levy commented, making Gajeel cross his arms in frustration.
"Yes,"
"Are you serious?"
"Yep!" Gajeel grunted. "Sleep in the chair if you like, I ain't stopping you. I'm still sleeping on the floor."
"Big baby…" Levy pouted, staring at the very fluffy and tempting bed.
"What was that?" Gajeel had to say it. Levy knew he heard it clearly, and all she did in response was a side glance stare that meant to be threatening. "Jeez, shrimp." He paused and sighed. "The bed is for you." Levy watched him making his way to the bathroom.
"It'll be better if we shared it." Levy sighed quietly, though Levy noticed that Gajeel heard her say that too. He was staring at her from the threshold of the bathroom, dumbfounded by what she had said. Just like the other night when Erza rudely interrupted them. "What?" It was her turn to cross her arms. "You don't want me sleeping on the chair, then I don't want you sleeping on the floor." Her stomach did an expected flip as she said that to Gajeel. She kept thinking why was she saying all those things to him, and this time she didn't have an excuse like the other night with alcohol. Tired? Maybe, but Levy wished she could take it back…sort of.
"It's big enough for the both of us." Levy added, trying to make the situation a little less awkward. If anything, she made it much more awkward. "I'm going to check out the view." She laughed uneasily, making her way to the balcony, sliding the door open, and closing it quickly.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Levy muttered to herself, hoping that the glass muffled anything she said for Gajeel to hear from his dragon ears. She really couldn't believe herself for what she'd said back there. The view was spectacular, though Levy's crazy mind was distracting her from the luminous city. The streets below was still filled with people moving about from one place to another. Most of them heading towards the carnival a few blocks down. When she looked further out, the palace was ravishing in its own glory, and the triumphant arena towered beside it. It was merely a year ago since she was in that arena cheering on for her beloved guild, and celebrated while dressing up at the palace. Of course, the life and death battle against dragons in between.
Levy didn't give it much thought about it a year ago when they were in Crocus for the Grand Magic Games, but with all the Fiore Cup talk going about the entire county, she couldn't help to think of her father. She heard the story about Gildarts and Cana, and how they reconciled after the S-Class Exam was canceled. And everyone knew the story about Lucy and her father. Luckily for Levy, Lucy told her the epilogue of that book after they returned from Tenrou seven years later. For the both of them, they have reconciled what transpired between the fathers and their daughters. When all that was being told to her, never did she even give one thought about her own.
Until now.
When Gajeel was still in the bathroom, Levy quickly changed into shorts and a tank top, grabbed her book and returned to the balcony. She tried to relieve her mind from her haunting thoughts by resuming where she left off when they got off the train. The music and crowd noise was nothing compared to the noise level at the guild. It was something she was use to already. Mind you that she even disable Freed's enchantments while Gajeel and Natsu were bickering like an old married couple. However, the sudden cries of a little boy broke her focus as Levy wasn't use to hearing children cry. She looked up from her hard covered book and saw a little boy who accidentally let go of the soccer ball shaped balloon and was now stuck in a tree not too far from her balcony. Levy almost got up to help the boy, but seized when she saw a slender man with salt and pepper hair started climbing the tree with ease. She watched the little boy's cries stop and admired his hero as his father snatched the balloon by the strings and swiftly landed on the gray brick road. The boy smiled and grabbed on the string, and the father told him to hold on to it. Her hazel eyes continued to look at them as they disappeared into the crowd, watching the floating soccer ball anchor their position from afar.
"It's nice out." Gajeel's raspy voice made her tense up. Levy turned around, still feeling embarrassed at what she said a while ago. Gajeel had a towel around his neck, a black tank top snug against his torso and charcoal gray sweatpants hung loosely on his hips. The smell of soapy iron hit Levy when a nightly breeze came sweeping by. "You mind—?" Gajeel stepped out on the balcony when he saw Levy shook her head. He sat down beside her, letting his legs dangle from the edge and between the iron bars.
"How was the shower?" Levy asked, returning her eyes on her book.
"Good," Gajeel ran a hand through his damp hair, combing out the tangles.
"Really?" She turned the page of the book. "Just good?"
"You shoulda joined me if you wanted to know so bad." Gajeel snickered, causing Levy slowly turn to him wide eyed and simply speechless. "What?" He smiled that trademark grin, causing Levy to pull her book towards her face, hiding her flushed cheeks. A lump formed in her throat and she was having a difficult time swallowing it from how her heart was pounding against her chest. She focused on the words in front of her as a safe haven from her wondering thoughts; picturing Gajeel under the shower naked and she was there too within arms reach. "Jeez, Shrimp…it was just a joke. Just teasing."
"Keep it up and you'll have no choice but to sleep on the floor." Levy pulled her book down and bookmarked the page. "We all know that you want the bed."
"And here I thought you wanted to sleep in the chair?" He laughed his 'gihii' that Levy learned to love so much. She finally got a good look at him, looking down at the people passing by below. His legs were swinging off the edge like he was a little kid too small for a chair. "Was the city like this during the Grand Magic Games?" He asked, red eyes still looking down below.
"In a way," Levy answered, setting the book beside her. "Soccer appeals to non-wizards—" Levy felt her chest ache at the sudden memory. "—and wizards too. It brings everyone together. Soccer, The Fiore Cup, is a competition of peace." And losing money because of a fool's bet. Levy thought to herself.
"Hopefully dragons don't make an appearance after the final." Gajeel chuckled. "I don't think soccer balls is gonna slay them." Levy remembered that day, July 7th X791. The day the dragons attacked. Fourteen years before that day was the day the dragons disappeared. Gajeel's dragon.
"Hey, Gajeel." Levy called and asked, "Your father…what happened to him?" Levy asked. She noticed that Gajeel's lips were pressed into a hard line. "You don't have to answer if you don't want."
"He left." Gajeel replied bluntly.
"I know Metalicana left, but did your real father leave you too?" She asked him. His red eyes glanced at her, wondering why she was asking all of the sudden. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer." She turned back to the bustle, feeling contrite about what she asked, and they remained silent for a while. Levy didn't blame him for not answering her questions. It wasn't a topic she liked to get into either.
"I never knew my human father." Gajeel answered, sighing dismally. "It shouldn't matter anyway. My old man is the damn dragon who fucking left me."
"But, you still want to look for him." Levy said, almost turning her body fully towards Gajeel. "I mean, you did ask me if I knew anything about a Dragon Graveyard in Crocus, and you seemed like you wanted to find him with Natsu and Wendy." He clicked his tongue, annoyed by her words.
"Of course I want to find him," Gajeel muttered, sounding as if he had surrendered. "But, what he did was a bastard thing to do. Same with Grandine and Igneel." The sudden caprice went on a whirl
wind, and her pressing it was reprehensible. She knew better to ask such matters to Gajeel.
"I'm sorry," Levy folded her hands on her lap, twiddling her fingers. "It was surly of me to ask."
"What was that all of the sudden?" Gajeel raised his voice unintentionally, realizing that Levy jumped where she sat. Levy felt rueful for what she had asked. Thinking about Cana and Lucy, she wondered if she would have that same ending with hers. Deep down, she didn't want anything to do with him anymore. "Damn it, Shrimp. I'm sorry for raising my voice." Gajeel moved over, untangling his legs from the bars and faced her. However, Levy turned away slightly, not wanting to face him. "I'm just like my old man…"
Suddenly, Levy's eyes widen at what happened next. Her folded hands on her lap were taken in by Gajeel's hand, pulling her to face him. She looked down to see her dainty wrists enveloped by his callused hands. All her reflections on her father was soon gone, feeling Gajeel open his hand and carefully cradle hers into his. Levy's hazel eyes gazed at Gajeel. He was carefully watching her with curious eyes.
"Levy," The rare occasion that Gajeel called her by her name. "Something else is bothering you."
"If you see him again," Levy swallowed, looking down at their hands. "Do you think you can forgive him?" Her eyes didn't leave their hands, and Gajeel studied her intently, trying to figure out what was going on with her.
"If I didn't know Salamander and the little brat's dragon left too, then I wouldn't." Gajeel said with civility. "I'll beat him up first, then I'll forgive the bastard." A small laugh escaped his lips, making Levy grin slightly.
"We all know that isn't going to end well…" Levy commented. "It is you and Natsu after all."
"Don't compare me to Flame Brain!" Gajeel scowled, and Levy couldn't help but laugh at him. "I ain't like him."
"Say that when Wendy is healing both of you." Levy added, and silence took over. Her eyes wandered back to the city life, curious to see if she could find her father coincidently in the crowd.
"Shorty," Gajeel called out to her. "What's this about?" Gajeel was the closest person who could relate to her. Why hadn't she thought of it before?
"He left." Almost copying Gajeel's tone. "With no reason." Levy shyly answered him. "Without a goodbye." Her tiny shoulders went up and exhaled loudly. "At least with Metalicana, Igneel and Grandine, they might have good reasons for leaving you."
"Your father?" Gajeel inquired, and Levy answered with a small quaint nod. "When did he—?"
"I think I was five…maybe six?" Levy halting her lingering words. "It was hard to tell with him leaving me at the guild so many times. One day, he stopped coming."
"Your mother?"
"Never knew her." Levy answered. She sounded alone, almost abandoned, though she really didn't feel that way. The way Levy sounded made it seem like her life was empty. That was not true, because being a Fairy Tail wizard was far from empty, and Levy knew that very well. And life seemed a bit more fulfilling with Gajeel and Lily in her life.
"Do you want to look for him?" asked Gajeel. Levy shook her head, and gave him the softest smiles she could give.
"No," Levy replied. She really didn't want to find him. For so long, Levy learned to move on without him. She never thought about meeting him again. What scared her the most was what she would do if she did see her father again. Accept him with open arms and resume life as if nothing happened? Yell and tell him how horrible he was as a father leaving his daughter all by herself—Levy really didn't know what to do if that was the case. However, she shouldn't harp over it, because she wasn't the type to dwell on things.
"If he happens to come back," It was as if he was reading her thoughts. "What would you do?"
"I don't think I would remember him. Nineteen years is a really long time." Levy sighed. "And I think he moved on with his life. The same goes with me." She paused and let it sink in, finally hearing herself say it. "I don't know…I mean with Cana and Gildarts, and Lucy and her father…" Crap, she thought to herself, realizing that topic was taboo in front of Gajeel. Levy studied his reaction with her lingering half statement, watching wince and look away. "They managed to reconcile with them…sort of. Anyways, forget I mentioned anything. We should get some sleep. Early day tomorrow!"
"Who cares about Lucy and Cana's father problems!" Gajeel erupted, though not intentionally. Levy remained silent from his uproar to listen for his outburst. "Look, how I will deal with Metalicana when I see him again is between him and me. What happened with the alcholic and Craze Old Man is between them. If you do meet your old man, then you deal with it your own way." His voice was low and soft at the end. Gajeel ran his fingers through his hair once again and then side glance, catching her staring at him. "What?"
"Gajeel, you—"
"Jeez, you and Lily have me pegged." Gajeel tsked. "I ain't good at this, but that's how I think you should handle it." He turned his head and body towards Levy, and she didn't hesitate or pull away. "And what happened with Lucy and you—" That was where Levy placed a finger over his lips.
"I already forgave you a long time ago." Levy knew what he was going to say. One thing about Gajeel was that he had a unique way of doing things. From what Levy gathered, he was a man of action and not words, and his apology was when he stepped in between her and Laxus's attack.
"Leeebbbiii." Gajeel muffled between closed lips, still pushing her finger on his lips.
"Seriously," Levy pulled away and sat closer to Gajeel. "No need to say it. The same goes with Jet, Droy, Lucy and the others. You're part of Team Shadow Gear. Part of Fairy Tail." His eyes narrowed at Levy, smiling wide and happily.
"Pfft! Why would I be part of a lame team?" Gajeel gruffed. "And it happens the damsel in distress is two morons who are more into impressing you instead of their lives. For cryin' out loud, I save their asses more than your sexy ass." Gajeel's eyes went completely wide and looked at the also shocked Levy in front of him. He swore that they both went bright red exactly at the same time.
"Y-You think my—" Levy gulped
"You're good looking, okay?" Gajeel saved another embarrassment. "Jeez, that dress of yours is goddamn trap."
"Trap?" She quirked a brow.
"Lures the eyes from focus and the next thing you know…BAM!" Gajeel explained. "We're kidnapped."
"Because of my dress?"
"Yes."
"So, does that mean you like my dress?" Levy asked meekly.
"Gihii, what are you talking about?" Gajeel laughed, causing Levy's smile to fade. "Of course I don't." Her deftly fingers ached for her book, so she could hit him with it. "I like the person wearing it."
"What?"
"Dress ain't much if you're not in it." Gajeel pouted, turning his head away.
"You like the person wearing it?" Levy gulped. "Meaning you like me?"
"You heard me." Gajeel turned to her, and this time his face was serious. "And I ain't gonna say it again." His hardened face relaxed into an amusing smile.
"I like you too." Levy muttered, but was still shy about it. It wasn't new to anybody, and if Gajeel didn't know about it then he was really dense. Though, it didn't matter what others think. There he was telling her that he officially liked her and finally Levy did the same.
"Levy," Gajeel's voice was low. He stared at Levy, studied the red on her porcelain cheeks, glowing from the bright festival and street lights. It might had been instinct or the way her lips parted, but Gajeel leaned in, gently grabbing her chin between his index finger and thumb and tilted her head up. Levy didn't hesitate, or move, or even breathe, her eyes were wide, however didn't show any doubts.
Gajeel wasn't a man of patience, but this time he waited a bit for something or someone to interrupt them like the previous night. Right now, it was just the two of them. All alone. He smirked and looked into her hazel eyes one last time before he softly brush his lips on to hers, feeling the softness of her lips. The tenderness of the contact alone brought both of them seeing stars, spine tingling sensations erupted through every nerve in their body. Levy took the initiative, pulling away with slightly parted lips, looking at him with hooded eyes. She brought her hand up to his face, stroking his jaw and the nape of his neck as Gajeel brought her back to his lips. A pleasurable moan came from the back of Levy's throat, causing his eyes to widen with awe at the sound she made.
Levy melted into the kiss, parting her lips lightly and closing them effortlessly against Gajeel. His fingers slipped from her chin, and glided along her neck, feeling her gulp at the contact, and laced them into her silken strands causing her orange headband to fall on to the balcony floor. His other hand pulled from her hand and wrapped around her waist to the small of her back, where Levy squeaked in surprise when Gajeel pulled her closer to him. Her mouth departed momentarily, breath hissed before wrapping her arms around his neck, and slammed her lips back to his, demanding more of his taste, his touch. The forcefulness of her kiss made Gajeel loose his balance and fell on his back, causing Levy to fall on top of him.
"Ow," Both of them groaned from the crash to the concrete floor. They opened their eyes and gazed at each other for the first time since the initial kiss. Hearts racing, uneven breathing, and lips tasting something new and addicting, the feel of skin against skin. Only Levy read about this feeling in books; the fireworks, the inability to breathe and the new found sounds that escape the throat. Whatever she read didn't do it justice.
And damn the books! This was so much better.
Levy leaned in and claimed his lips, this time exploring and deepening the kiss as her hands moved along his shoulders and broad chest, feeling the muscles under the thin gray fabric. Unlike Levy, Gajeel was a little hesitant with his own hands, keeping them at her waist and waited. Though, the way she moved against his body encouraged him to break it, gliding his hand roughly down her back, curving along her waist and encompassing her round and wide—
"Get a room!" A man shouted from two balconies over. Levy and Gajeel reeled their heads up to see a few spectators looking down at them. Her face went completely red and she froze on top of him. A few of them whistled at the fact Levy was straddling his hips and realized that Gajeel's hand was on her butt.
"Oi, you wanna fight?" Gajeel roared, shooting up from his position, and sitting up, still holding on to Levy in his arms. "Do you you annoying piece of shit?" Levy helped herself off of Gajeel and he took the opportunity to lean on the railing, staring up and shaking his fists at the other hotel guests.
"Really smooth, lover boy!" They mocked him. "You rather pick a fight than be with your gal!"
"What the fuck did you say?" Gajeel roared, placing his foot on the railing, ready to launch himself, but a hand grabbed his hand. He looked down to see Levy laughing at him and without another word, she led him back into the room.
"Yeah, you better run!" The man shouted one last time. However, Gajeel wasn't completely inside the room, and he extended his iron club at the obnoxious hotel patron. "Gah!"
"Gajeel!" Levy hissed, dragging him into the room and slid the glass door closed. Her embarrassment was gone and was replaced by her laughing. "I can't believe it."
"Believe what?" Gajeel silenced her chuckles by bringing her in for a gentle kiss. At first it was, but then when they opened their mouths, Levy slipped a tongue in between his lips. A straggled moan vibrated from the back of her throat, and he followed her by meeting his tongue with hers.
"That we're doing this." Levy rasped briefly before returning their dance with their hot and curious tongues, exploring each other passionately. And as they progressed, their thoughts were lost when instinct driven hands moved along their bodies. Before Levy knew it, the edge of the untouched bed met the back of her knees, and she fell back, awaking her from her lip lock trance. She was about to sit up, but Gajeel knelt down on the bed, straddling her hips and his hands supported his weight, being placed on each side of her. Levy was bracing for him to swoop down and take her lips once more, however this time Gajeel hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Levy asked him. Gajeel was staring above her, eyes studying how her body was moving, hearing her rapid heartbeat, ragged breathing, and he couldn't help but swallow the site before him in an audible gulp.
"I-I think we should head to bed." Gajeel pushed himself from the bed and stood up on the carpeted floor. "We have an early day tomorrow." Levy clenched a fist above her heart, feeling a painful pull in her chest. She pondered if it was something she did.
"Did I do something?" Levy watched him pause from placing one of the fluffy white pillows on the floor. She looked away shyly, afraid of the answer and for asking.
"It's not you." Gajeel shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sort of…I just don't want to—go too far, you know?" It took Levy a few seconds to register what he meant.
"Oh," Levy mumbled and smiled at him. He lifted the pillow from the bed and plopped it on the floor. "You know? I wasn't joking about you sharing the bed with me." He nearly froze at her words. Gajeel's eyes widen, only making Levy smirk naughtily. "We don't have to do anything. Just sleep."
"Just sleep?" Gajeel stammered.
"Yep," Levy nodded, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed and standing up. "It's big enough for the both of us." Levy pulled the duvet and the comforter exposing the soft mattress. She grabbed the pillows and reposition them to make it more comfortable. Gajeel watched as she crawled into the large bed, and contently made herself at home at the far side, but not too far from the middle of the bed.
"You sure?" Gajeel asked again.
"I trust you." Levy smiled, patting the empty spot next to her. "Come here." He hesitated, worried if he would do anything, but then he caved from Levy's pleas. He stretched his legs under the blanket, and before he could lay down, Levy grabbed her arm and wrapped it around her. She didn't know why she was so nervous before, but now she wondered if she looked like how Gajeel was looking; surprised and nervous.
"Good night." Levy leaned over for a tender kiss on his lips.
"Night," He said when she pulled back. In the comforts of each other's arms, they would find sleep so easily, though they didn't want to close their eyes, wanting to stare at one another a little bit longer.
Soon enough, sleep claimed them.
A/N: Alright! Some slow progress, but I swear it will speed up soon. Two more chapters to go! And again, I will not upload next week. Reason why is Gajevy Week on Tumblr. I have written eight small fics about them and they are Tumblr exclusives, so please follow me on tumblr at KissedByIron. Warning: the fics are M rated. So be warned of the naughty things I could come up with…
Facts: I had a grand ol' time writing the receptionist and elevator scene. Oh and first kiss scenes fucking suck…sorry for the language. And I don't know…I feel like Gajeel was the prude one at first…that's just me. And Levy is the bold, but awkward type…and then shy. I really do not know. *Kill me*