"H-hey, what are you-?" A startled Levy gasped, leaning back till her her shoulders touched the wall. Looming over her, Gajeel grinned mischievously as he braced his arms on either side of her against the wall, bending over till his face was just level with hers.
"Shh, it's called Mistletoe, short stuff," he chuckled as he brushed his nose against hers. Feeling his warm breath just on her lips made her heart jump, causing her breath to hitch in sudden anticipation. Just down the hall, music from the party thrummed through the office halls, muffled only slightly by the thin walls. She supposed that she ought to be happy that most of everybody inside the room was busy partying, but any thought seemed to fly away after Gajeel planted his lips over hers.
She sighed, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him deeper. He groaned as she sucked on his bottom lip, then gathered her close and hoisted her up, lifting the hem of her skirt till she could hug his waist with her legs.
"Dummy," she whispered as she breathlessly broke off the kiss. "There's no mistletoe here." She tried to scold him with a frown, then pouted as he grinned cheekily at her before peppering her jaw with little kisses. Her frown gave way to a blush as he reached under her ass and squeezed.
"Tch, what happened to yer hairband?" he teased. He bit the corner of her collar, and tugged till there was a bit more soft looking skin, leaning in to lick her neck and nibble on her earlobe. She huffed, then rolled her hips roughly against him, making him growl as his pants grew more uncomfortable.
"Lucy borrowed it, actually," she said, her breath haggard as she fought not to moan as his hips pinned her against the wall, his bulge pressing against her sensitive junction. Gods, he was too much and she loved it. She leaned her head back as she gripped the back of his shirt, wanting more than anything to feel his heat inside her.
She felt a waft of cool air on her collarbone, and sucked in her breath just as he began lavishing her chest with his tongue. She looked down to see just his wild black mane (completely against company standards, no less), and buried her face in his long locks, breathing in his wonderful shampoo smell. Her whine was muffled in his hair as he opened her shirt more, tugging on her bra till her nipples were exposed to his fingers.
"Gajeel, we… we can't here…" she gasped as he pinched and tweaked them. He chuckled lowly, then licked the tip of one nipple, drawing his tongue up over her chest and neck till he reached her lips and latched on. She sighed, squeezing her limbs tightly around him, panting when he finally released her.
"Gihee, wanna ditch the party and get yer Christmas present early?" he asked, warmth dusting his own cheeks. He ground his hips into hers, eliciting a moan from her as she rested her forehead on his shoulder. After a moment, she nodded slowly, leaning back to smile softly at him. After all, office sex was thrilling, but not as fulfilling as a full night's tussle in his sheets.
