Gajeel awoke to a dimly lit room, which he instantly realized was a hospital room, but what he didn't recognize right away was that someone was clinging to his arm in a desperate form. As he peered at this small blue head, he felt as though he knew it but could not quite put a name to it.

"Uhm, excuse me, miss?"

The blue headed woman's head snapped up in an instant to peer her lovely chocolate eyes into his with tears streaming down her face and in that same instant she was on top of him. She was everywhere. This woman's soft lips were being pressed to his neck, to his face, to his tummy, and everywhere else she could manage.

"Oh, Gajeel…." the blue headed woman finally breathed after she was done showering him with affection and he had to say that he found that scenario very pleasing. But unfortunately, the woman who was in his lap just was not registering with his mind even though he could physically feel that his body knew her and wanted her.

"I know this is late, but, could you tell me who the heck you are?" He didn't mean to sound rude, but that was his manner in fact.

The look on the small woman's face was gut wrenching. The light left her eyes and the rosiness in her cheeks flooded out as soon as what he had just asked processed in her head. She slowly rose off his lap and gently lowered herself back onto the wheelchair, which he just now noticed along with the IV's hanging out of her arms as well. Had she been a patient here too?

"Y-you don't know who I am… do you?"

He racked his brain for a moment but just couldn't remember anyone special to him who had that color of light blue hair, he remembered Juvia with the darker blue hair, but not this petite woman. "I'm sorry, should I?"

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Levy had no idea how this was happening, he didn't remember her. I suppose they hadn't known each other that long but still, after all that wonderful time together…. now it's just…. gone.

"I'm Levy, we were dating before the accident." Her heart felt like a million pounds and she couldn't help but notice that she was slouching in the wheelchair due to that fact.

"Oh, so that's what happened? I was in an accident. What happened?"

"Well, we were on a lovely dinner date set up by yourself and after the dinner we went to the park, but on the way back to your place, a driver went through a red light and t-boned us." Remembering all of those painful memories was terrible and the fact that he didn't remember it at all made it even worse, she just wanted this all to be a dream, a horrible dream.

"I see. So we're boyfriend and girlfriend, huh? I knew there was a reason why I had a hard on when you were sitting on top of me." At that, Levy's face flushed a very deep red and she couldn't help but slap his arm and then bury her face on the bedside. Then she felt his rough hand stroke her head.

"What are you doing?," Levy asked all muffled out by the bed.

"Dunno, it just felt right. Your hair is as soft as I thought it would be. Hey, have we done it before?" At that point his fingers were laced in her hair and the feel it could have made her squeal with delight.

"Yes, we have."

"Was it amazing?"

"Yes, it was." Levy didn't know why she was more upset about the fact that her boyfriend had lost some of his memory, maybe it was because she could restart at the beginning with him and maybe it was because he was still the softest jerk she had ever met.

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Gajeel was intrigued by Levy, she was clearly not lying about the fact that they were boyfriend and girlfriend by the way she clung to him and how she had showered him with kisses. He liked her already. She was cute and spunky, maybe not his usual type but he definitely was attracted to her, according to his dick. Everything that came out of her mouth sounded smart and sassy and he liked that, a woman who could stand her own, no matter how tiny she was.

"Come here." He wanted to feel her skin, even if it was just her arm for right now, and he wanted to be close to her, as much as possible. Jesus Christ, this is only after like 45 minutes of us chatting?

Levy complied and slowly (and what looked like painfully, to which he felt bad about) climbed out of her wheelchair and into the hospital bed next to him. He immediately wrapped an arm around her slim waist, which made her cute round cheeks blush. Then he just laid his head on hers and breathed her in. In that moment, a flash of what he believed was a memory of them popped into his head, a memory of the lovemaking they had done.

Gajeel shifted his weight a little to try and not let himself get excited, I mean for him it was as if he was just meeting her! He didn't know what that bothered him because he had one-night-stands before, but with her, he wanted to get to know her and not just leave after sex.

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Levy loved the feel of his head on hers, she could feel his tendrils of black hair falling on her shoulders and she was enveloped in his left arm enough to feel the rise and fall of his chest. It was all so beautiful apart from the fact that he couldn't remember her and apart from the fact that they were both in pretty bad condition still. She didn't want to think about that though, in fact what her mind kept wandering to was Gajeel and herself having sex in this bed right here!

"Hey shrimp, where did we meet?" She was pulled from her steamy thoughts of Gajeel sex and told him about the day they had met at a coffee shop in the middle of Magnolia. She remembered the way his hand went to the back of his head when he was unsure of himself and she also remembered the way his bicep flexed as he did so. Gajeel. Sex. So many muscles to touch…

"Oi, shrimp?"

Levy was pulled from her sex-dream once again, "Hmm?"

"I can feel your heart beating a million beats a minute, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"Looked like you were daydreaming, what about?"

Levy's face flushed again, giving away her naughty thoughts, "Oh, nothing."

"It didn't seem like nothing." His left hand was running up and down her side making her knees tremble a bit at the feel. She could also smell his distinct aroma of metal and woodsy fragrances, which made her eyes flutter a bit.

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