WARNING: Major lemon alert. Also rated M for some language as well. Turn back if you are underage or are offended by lemons, cause this one is a doozy...
A/N: I've started to notice my lemons can get a little long, so sorry if it's a little dragged out. Please R&R!
DISCLAIMER: As is the case in every one of my Fairy Tail stories, none of the characters are mine.
Most women would have been broken beyond repair after the man they loved rejected them, but not Levy. Sure, she was initially hurt and inconceivably wounded, but that certainly didn't stop her from feeling angry and wronged at the same time. It was as plain as the nose on her face that he had feelings for her, so much so that it frightened him away, quite literally. Instead of wallowing in her own pain and anger, she stood up with determination coursing through her body. She didn't know what she was going to do once she found him, but Levy figured that the words would come when she saw him.
Without a thought to her surroundings, she left behind her precious reading glasses and unfinished work. Those weren't going anywhere, Gajeel, on the other hand, was.
The room was chillingly quiet after Levy left. No one was there to see the parchment begin to glow an ethereal blue. Whispers of an ancient language, long since buried could be heard in the undertones of the silence. The light grew as did the words, swirling upward into a net of scribes and signs.
"Na'aku et venci gorrumdi." Over and over the words flowed outward, circling and then suddenly retracting, pulsing with a hidden goal. Loose paper began to take flight as the momentum of the light and sounds forced them into movement. And just as suddenly as it had started, it vanished. One paper fluttered down at the last, the old parchment Levy had so meticulously excavated. Inscribed all over were the missing letters she had so anxiously been seeking, waiting for her return.
It didn't take long for Levy to find Gajeel nestled tightly within an ongoing brawl in the middle of the guild hall. It was after all the place he was most comfortable. She had a sneaking suspicion that he saw it as the safest place to be at the moment to avoid any scenes with her. He had heard her footsteps following him with his incredible hearing and had made arrangements for them not to be alone apparently. A small smile played across her lips cynically. If he thought she wouldn't be able to get to him here, he had another coming.
Gajeel had picked a fight with the first guy he could find and unfortunately for Elfman, he was target number one. A well thought of insult spoken here, a surprise punch thrown there and the both were up in arms. It wasn't enough, Gajeel needed more. Looking around as he dodged the giant swings of the demon-armed mage, he spotted Gray and grinned evilly; a perfect distraction as well. Making a solid grip of his fist, he shot forth his iron arm at the unsuspecting ice mage, quietly minding his own business at the bar. Right in the back of the head, Gajeel never missed.
"Oops, sorry there Captain Underpants, I thought you were a fly on the wall," he shouted out as Elfman managed to trip him up. Before two fists could come crashing down on his stomach, he rolled to the side only to be faced with a rapidly moving fist from Gray. Droy and Jet always looked for reasons to take shots at Gajeel and pretty soon they too were right in the thick of things. Between all five of them it was difficult to make out who was what and what was who. All other nonparticipants quickly made it to the outer edges of the hall, allowing for the destruction to ensue.
Levy watched, slightly bemused. She grimly took note that her teammates were already down for the count. How childish, it's not like he could fight forever. He was going to have to face her sooner or later. Five minutes went by, then ten, then twenty, and by the time the thirty minute marker was rolling around Levy's patience was wearing thin. When one opponent was KO'd Gajeel instantly threw in someone else from the sidelines. It looked as though he was going to make a run for the longest fight ever held in the guild hall. With another sweeping look around the hall she noticed Gajeel's fiery counterpart was missing. He'll be mad that he missed this brawl. Glancing over at Mirajane's face, she saw the poor woman was at a loss; her guild hall was in shambles… again.
All right, enough was enough.
"Solid Script: Hammer!" The text loomed high over the group of combatants and everyone froze to stare up at it just as it descended on them, sending everyone flying in different directions. Everyone missed it by a hair's breath, except for one poor soul. He lay in a pile on the floor watching the stars and birds fly around his head as Levy huffed and stood over him, hands on hips.
"We are going to talk. Right now!" With that said she reached down and grabbed the back collar of his shirt, dragging him towards the guild exit. Gajeel couldn't seem to respond as he wasn't quite fully conscious yet. Silence filled the hall as everyone watched the two leave through the doors.
"So strong!" whispered Droy to Jet, somewhere between awe and fear. Jet nodded gravely.
"That's our Levy."
Levy was relieved that her place was not far from the guild hall. If it had been any further her legs would have given out. With little decorum, Levy kicked the door open, dragging the dragon slayer in the last few feet before dropping him like a sack of potatoes. She was heaving and sweating heavily as she rested her sweaty palms on her knees gulping in precious air. She noted she was a mess in disgust. Glancing at Gajeel who still apparently wasn't ready to wake up, Levy formed a thought that taking a quick dip in the bath wouldn't be such a terrible idea. Besides, she would feel much more refreshed and ready to talk with him once she felt clean.
With another glance, she cast her spell over all of the entrances to the flat. "Solid Script: Barrier." She slapped her hands together, ridding herself of any imaginary dirt. "That should do it."
Moments later she was stripped and dipping into a much needed soak. She couldn't help but let out a throaty moan as the warm water massaged her sore back muscles. Perhaps it was time to consider an actual desk and chair in the archives. Ah yes, the archives. It reminded her of what had just happened between them earlier, what was she going to say to Gajeel? Should she yell at him? Confess her undying love? She scrunched her nose disdainfully. That wasn't for her at all. Her thoughts were abruptly brought to a close when she heard a sudden crash from the living room. Taking a deep breath, she waited as she continued to listen; another crash followed by a very loud, "FUCK!" Looks like Gajeel was awake and found the barrier. Sighing, she decided it was time to face him whether she was ready or not.
Levy was pulling herself out of the tub, slick from the soap and water and reaching for her towel when the door flew open. Gajeel had obviously thought to try other windows in the house, thinking for some strange reason he was alone. He had never considered she was there still, much less in the tub… naked. Both were frozen in their mortification, and neither could look away. Levy was transfixed by the play of emotions that swept over him; embarrassment, curiosity, approval, and then finally absolute desire. Gajeel's throat was dry and felt as though it was covered in sand. The hunger was there again, more persistent than ever before. The chains holding its collar were strained at their limit, ready to burst at the slightest provocation. Levy's hand was still raised towards the towels and after a moment of thought, she let it slowly drop away, straightening the rest of her body. She had no clue what she was doing, but it felt like it needed to be done. Very carefully, with as little sudden movements as possible she let her hands hang loosely at her sides, trembling slightly. Her embarrassment was overwhelming, but her need to assert herself in front of Gajeel was even greater. Her chin came up proudly as her eyes connected with red ones. She felt his eyes leave hers to even slower than before wander down her body. He lingered on her delicate collarbones, her perfect breasts, the narrowing of her waist to gently spill over hips and down those slender legs. His journey back up to her eyes was just as slow and intimate. Levy could practically feel it all over her and it made her hot inside.
Oh gods, the scent was back. Whatever control he had over his hunger evaporated in a second. Shooting forward with a speed unique to dragon slayers he swept her up into his arms, reveling in the feel of her wet skin running along his. He didn't pay attention as they fell down into the water of the tub, splashing it everywhere. Levy was far from caring as their bodies submerged beneath the water. Gajeel wasted no time ridding himself of his shirt and shoes. Not wanting to lose a moment kissing her, he dove back in for another round of exploring the inside of her mouth before releasing her to trail kisses down her neck, spending time nipping and nuzzling as he went. His hands disappeared below the water surface and skimmed her skin, finding her hands clenched into tight fists. Prying one of them open he pushed it up against himself over his pants. Levy's eyes widened. Here she was now confronted with reality. The question stood, was she ready? Gazing up into his clouded eyes, she knew the answer already. With a groan, she pulled his head down to hers.
The sounds coming out of her mouth were intoxicating. It was a language all their own, nothing that could be studied or memorized, only felt deep down in the bones. Gajeel was feeling the urge surging ever higher as Levy daringly reached for the buttons on his pants, trying to undo them as quickly as possible.
"Levy," he managed before her small hands found their way in through a partial opening. He rutted against her instinctively. Still there was a voice in the back of his head that was yelling at him, but he was so far gone that he couldn't make out a single word, not that he wanted to.
"Make me yours, Gajeel," Levy said with half-lidded eyes, drunk on her passion. "I've waited for so long." The ferocity with which he used to hold her to him as their skin rubbed tantalizingly below the water's surface was almost more than he could stand.
"Open up your legs," he said gruffly. Levy complied readily, wrapping her ankles around his legs as he sought out the entrance that would allow him to make her his mate. The word echoed off the inner walls of his head and made him freeze in place. Levy felt and saw the change happening in his head instantly and she was prepared. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed hold of him and thrust her hips upwards, forcing him in as far as she could. Gajeel's head fell back as he strangled off a groan to the sudden wave of pleasure.
Levy had never felt this kind of burning pain before. It threatened to tear her apart inside and fortunately Gajeel was so stunned by this new development that he had failed to move any further than where she left off. After a few more moments, the pain became much more manageable as she rested the back of her neck against the tub, breathing heavily and biting her lower lip. Gajeel's head hung over her, his eyes squeezed shut, as if searching inwardly for some kind of saving grace.
Levy sought to sabotage this attempt as she experimentally shifted her hips up high again. This time the pain was less prominent and was slowly being replaced as she felt him rub against inside and out. She gasped and was a little surprised at herself for having come this far. Her actions were not going unnoticed by Gajeel. His fists began to shake as he braced himself on the edges of the tub as Levy continued to move her hips. His eyes popped open as he felt cool fingertips cup his cheek. What he found beneath him would forever be engrained in his memory. Her flushed cheeks sat above a mouth that had fallen open. Her eyes were filled with lust and desire. She arched her back wantonly, encouraging him to move more.
Unable to keep himself from answering her silent request, he pushed into her with more force. A small moan escaped her lips.
"Oh gods, Levy." He was torn, so very torn. He wanted with every fiber of his being to ravage her properly, but sitting malevolently in the back of his mind, sipping a martini was that fear, grinning at him. Again those soft fingers brought his eyes to hers.
"We can't turn back now, love. Please, stay with me." Gajeel's eyes widened and glossed over at how lovingly she had said it to him and the endearment… the endearment was the last push he needed.
"Levy…" Craning his neck and meeting her half way, they shared the softest, most intimate kiss either had ever experienced. Pulling back, Gajeel saw tears begin to pool at the corners of Levy's eyes as she smiled at him out of pure joy. Finally, he embraced her fully, banishing his fear to the furthest reaches of his mind.
Very slowly, he pulled back out and lifted her into his arms, amazed at how light she was. She was solid, but incredibly small as well. It was the strangest thing. With little direction he carried their wet bodies through the bathroom door, leaving puddles behind him as he found her bedroom. With a sigh of relief, they came together again in the fortress of blankets and pillows. Levy was surprised as he placed her adoringly on top of him, reinserting himself into her depths. They were incredibly smooth and warm, constricting and accepting him wholly. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down as hard as he could, filling her as much as he could. Levy's head rolled back as she continued the labored task of breathing.
"Gajeel," she whispered, her voice laden with desire. Vaguely she was aware of the fact that he could now fully look at her without the security of the water, but at this point she hardly cared. Everything felt so incredible. Suddenly his movements stopped. She looked at him in confusion. Those eyes… those red eyes, the ones that used to give her nightmares, but now plagued her most desired dreams, watched her carefully as he twined his fingers with hers.
"Please yourself, Levy," he whispered hoarsely. At first she wasn't sure what he meant, but with a few movements of his hips, she began to pick up her pace. Within the first several tries, she instinctively established her own rhythm. Gajeel sat back and stared at her as she moved to a song that only she could hear. She twisted and wove her hips in ways that fascinated him. His admiration began to fade as his own needs began to take the lead.
Flipping her beneath him, he tried to gain more entrance by lifting her knees to her chest, spreading her wider than she had ever been in her life.
"I can't hold back anymore," he said more to himself than her. Swiftly he began to enter her over and over again, seeking his full satisfaction. Levy's moans and gasps for more intermingled with his own voice. Suddenly, her body jerked and she stopped groaning as her eyes fluttered shut, convulsions from her orgasms wreaking havoc all over her body. Gajeel smiled to himself proudly as he continued to take what he needed. Quickly he leaned down and pulled her upper body up off of the mattress to encircle one of her nipples with his mouth as he drew closer to his own heaven. He sucked down hard on her as he made a few more jerks of his hips. The breast popped back out as he buried his face between the two of them.
"Aaah!" Levy clung to his shoulders waiting as his body copied hers, twitching and giving off slight convulsions as he released himself into her.
The room went quiet filled only by the heavy panting of two who had just finished a marathon. Suddenly, Gajeel pulled away and rubbed his face harshly as he sat at the end of the bed. Levy sat up, clutching the sheets to herself, looking at him with worry. She slowly reached out and brushed her fingers against his shoulder, but he flinched away from her.
"We can't go any further with this…" Tears silently fell down Levy's cheeks as Gajeel continued to bury his face in his hands, despair settling in on him.
Little did they know that not far away, another dragon slayer and his partner were crying out with their own loss.
A/N: Thoughts? I do have a direction I'm headed with this and I think it'll be explained in the next chapter through Gajeel's stand point. His reasoning for this is completely different from Lucy's reasoning in Poking a Sleeping Dragon. Hope this works for you GaLe fans!