"The Bed Situation"
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"Come on then, Shrimp. I've got some plans for tonight." He raised one eyebrow as he said it before grabbing my hand and picking up his fast pace. "Keep up otherwise I'll be forced to carry you again," he chuckled.
"You—" I stopped myself before I could get myself in trouble.
"Stupid Gajeel," I thought as I ran to catch up to him.
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Our forward progress stopped in front of a row of buildings. They were all roughly the same design, four stories made of brick with lots of windows, but the colors indicated where one building stopped and another started.
I looked up at the building Gajeel had stopped in front of. The bricks were painted a light blue with yellow window frames. The words "Hotel Oshibana" were painted clearly above the double wooden doors.
Gajeel opened the door and cleared his throat to get my attention. I looked up at him before he spoke, "There's a restaurant on this street corner. Why don't you grab us a table while I check us in," he suggested.
I nodded my head in agreement and was just about to turn around before I quickly grabbed his sleeve to stop him from walking into the building. I lowered my voice so no one around us could hear, "I get not wanting to spend more money on a second room but you better get us a room with two beds," I demanded.
Gajeel turned to face me and gave a fake pout. "Keep talking like that and I'm gonna think you don't want to sleep with me," he said with a wink.
"Gajeel! Don't be so perverse!" I flustered at his crude words. "Two. Beds," I demanded.
"Whatever my Shrimp wants," he said, letting the door close behind him.
I stood there looking at the closed door for an extra moment before shaking my head and heading to the corner restaurant. Since it was getting towards dinnertime, I was glad Gajeel sent me along to get a table, so we didn't have to wait.
The restaurant was a simple diner. Booths lined the sides while classic tables and chairs occupied the middle, with an aisle on each side. I waited in our booth for about five minutes before I heard the sound of heavy footsteps. I turned my head and saw Gajeel's hulking figure clear above the crowd. I waved him over to where I was sitting.
"Cozy," he said as he slid into the booth.
I rolled my eyes but smiled briefly. "Did you get us a room?" I asked.
"Sure did," he said, opening his menu.
"With two beds?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
He continued to stare down at his menu. "Something like that. Oh look, a waitress," he raised his hand to flag down one of the servers. "Know what you want Shrimp?"
My eyes widened at his elusive answer but I quickly had to mask my emotions as a waitress approached our table. A frown crept across her face as she eyed Gajeel up and down. "It must be hard for him to always have people sizing him up based on his appearance like that," I thought. "Although, I guess people do that with me too. They look at me and just see a small little girl."
"You're turn to order Shrimp." Gajeel's voice shook me out of my line of thought. "Oh!" I exclaimed, "Uh, I'll just have the grilled chicken salad, thanks!" I said, handing the woman the menu.
"I'll have a beer and she'll have a glass of wine, too," Gajeel added.
"Gajeel, I shouldn't," I started to say, but he cut me off.
"I ain't drinking my myself, Shrimp. One glass ain't gonna kill ya."
I crossed my hands over my chest but nodded my acquiescence.
The waitress looked uncertainly between us before saying, "Great. I'll have that out to you in just a bit." She turned to walk towards the kitchen.
"So, Gajeel," I gave him the most intense look I could muster. "Answer me again: did you get us a room with two beds?"
He returned my gaze, staring into the depths of my eyes. And then he cracked up and finally burst out laughing. People around us started to stare and I tried to smile sweetly at them as if to say "Don't worry, he's not crazy. I promise!"
"Gajeel! Shhhh," I said, trying to get him to quiet down. "You're making a scene."
"Not my fault, Short-stuff. That face of yours was priceless," he said, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.
I huffed at his reaction.
"So, is there a reason you got all huffy over a glass of wine?" he inquired.
"Should I tell him? If I do, he'll probably use it against me," I considered my options. I finally mumbled, "I'm a total lightweight."
"What was that, Shrimp? Speak up now," he mocked.
"Oh, come on. He heard me. He has dragon ears!" "I'm a total lightweight!" I said clearly.
He gave another deep chuckle before saying, "Practice makes perfect," with a wink.
"Yeah, but I get totally grabby when I drink. And it doesn't take long to get me there. In fact, the whole situation with Jet, I'm pretty sure alcohol was involved," I sighed internally.
"Maybe it won't be so bad with Gajeel. I feel safe around him and…" my thoughts began to take a turn, "I suppose if things get—interesting—I wouldn't be opposed." I snorted to myself. "Opposed. Try more like in favor of!"
"You sure daydream a lot, Shorty. Whatchya thinkin' bout?" he gave me an inquisitive smile as he cocked his head to the side.
I frowned at being caught in my internal musings again before I gave him a stern look. "I'm thinking about the bed situation—"
He didn't let me finish. He raised one eyebrow and leaned in close to me. "So glad to hear it," he drawled. I felt his leg move forward to brush against mine under the table.
My face flushed as I realized my blunder and he let out a signature laugh. "Not like that, Gajeel," I mumbled, looking to the side.
"You just keep telling yourself that," he husked in his low voice.
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"Gajeel!" I sang loudly, walking backwards in front of him. "Let's go back to the hotel."
"That's where we're going, Shrimp. You weren't kidding about not holding your alcohol, huh?" he raised an eyebrow at me.
I giggled loudly. "Guilty!" I shouted before turning around and marching forward.
"Probably shouldn't have let you had that second glass," he said as he brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck.
It's not that I was drunk, because I wasn't. But I drank so infrequently that when I did, I really just loved to let myself get loose and fully embrace the warm, fuzzy feeling it gave me. When you're like me, constantly overanalyzing everything you come across, sometimes it's nice to have an excuse to just unwind.
"Nah, I'm good," I replied, approaching the door to the hotel. "I promise, I've still got my senses. See!" I started tapping my finger to my nose to show him I could still feel it and therefore, wasn't drunk.
"You may still have your senses, but I think ya lost your wits, Shorty," he chuckled, holding open the door for me.
I stuck my tongue out at him as I walked through. The hotel was nothing special. There was a standard lobby with the concierge desk and an elevator a little ways past the desk. Off to the right was a room where I gathered breakfast would be served and further past the lobby a room opened up a little larger for a decorative staircase up to the second floor.
"This way," Gajeel said, grabbing my hand gently. I let him lead me to the elevator but as he reached out to press the button, I beat him to it. He gave me a sideways frown and I flashed him my biggest grin and then snickered. He sighed but I could see the smile on his lips.
"Oh, no! Gajeel," I tugged at his sleeve. He looked down at me and grunted. "It's an elevator!"
"Yeah," he furrowed his brows.
"You're not gonna take advantage of me like you did last time, are you?" I said with mock wide eyes.
He grabbed me by the waist and brought his mouth to my ear. I shivered at his closeness before he whispered, "Like how you took advantage of me on the train?"
I sputtered, groping around in my mind for the right words. He always turned me on when he got like this and I think he knew that. He could be such a tease but I couldn't help falling for it. I felt my entire body heat up and I licked my lips.
He gave me another tight squeeze before releasing his hold on me. The bell sounded, signaling the arrival of the car. Gajeel placed his fingers on the small of my back and gently pushed me in. I giggled lightly at the feeling.
Once we got off on our floor, he led me through the maze of hallways before finally stopping in front of door 314. He pulled the card from his pant pocket and held the door open for me so I could walk through. I cocked my head back and flashed him a huge smile as I passed him and he just chuckled.
Like the hotel, the room was pretty standard. A small hallway led to a bathroom on the right with a closet on the left. The room opened up a few steps in. There was a dresser with a lacrimavision on one side and a king sized bed on the other.
"Wait! One bed. One king Sized BED?!" I really should have expected as much. Gajeel was being elusive about the sleeping arrangements the entire evening.
"Gajeel!" I turned to look at him but he had already swooped down and grabbed me by my waist. He tossed me on the bed and I bounced lightly. His body was instantly on me, caging me under his hulking frame. His wild mane fell on each side of his shoulders, casting shadows between us.
"I told you two beds," I mumbled. "You said whatever your Shrimp wants," I looked up at him, trying to give him the best puppy dog eyes I could muster.
He growled against my ear and the vibrations sent shivers straight to my core.
"I did say that," he husked. "But, I know this is what you want." He took a deep breath around my body. "I can smell it on you."
I felt my body heating up further as my cunt began to throb in anticipation. His words had me so excited.
"Now," I felt his fingers gently brush against my neck and I shuddered involuntarily. "About that train ride." He placed several kisses on my jaw line before continuing. "Mind if I settle my debts?"
His cinnamon eyes looked deep into mine, waiting for an answer.
"If I said no?" I teased in a whisper.
He nibbled my earlobe gently before saying, "I'd respect that, but," he licked the entire shell of my ear, "I'd be pretty disappointed."
"Well," I smirked, "We can't have that." I lifted my head to press my lips gently to his. He instantly took control of the kiss, sealing his lips firmly over mine. He lowered his body, pressing it firmly against my own.
I just loved how tiny he made me feel. Normally, I hated feeling that way but Gajeel made it feel sexy. He was such a dominating force and I loved being consumed by his power.
I tried to kick off my shoes, but had no luck. Gajeel sensed what I was doing and slowed his movements. He lifted himself off of me and I whimpered at the loss of contact.
He let out his signature laugh before saying, "Don't worry, babe. There's plenty more where that came from."
My lower muscles clenched at his words. "Babe?" I tried to make sense of the new name but my all-consuming arousal combined with the lingering effects of the alcohol prevented my brain from firing on all cylinders—and I was strangely okay with that.
By the time I looked down, Gajeel had taken his boots and belt off. His jacket was thrown aside so that I could clearly see just how ripped this man was. He was crouching down on the floor, off the bed, in front of my feet.
I propped myself up on my elbows to watch what he was doing. He delicately took one of my ankles in his hands and unclasped the buckle. Very slowly, he slid the shoe off my foot before repeating the same action on the other side.
He placed a kiss in the arch of each foot before he sensually licked the curve of my right foot, all the while never breaking eye contact with me.
I could feel the swirls of pleasure beginning in my core and I threw my head back at the sensation. "Gajeel, I—" but he didn't let me finish.
"Shhh. Just relax. Like I said, I pay back my debts," he slowly kissed his way up to my ankle and I could feel him smirk against the skin, "with interest."
I let myself fall flat onto the bed as I felt each of his hands slowly travel up the length of my lower legs. His caresses were gentle, as he was just using his fingertips. I was already becoming putty in his hands.
His hands traveled back down to my ankles before he lifted himself up onto the bed and laid himself next to me. One arm propped himself up on his elbow while the other drew circles over my knee. I visibly shuddered and my lips opened as I gasped.
I cracked my eyes open to look at him and he leaned in to whisper, "I love watching you feel pleasure." My eyes shut and I moaned at his words, before he continued. "And I love that you chose me."
"Chose? Him?" But I didn't get too far on that line of thinking before his movements had me forgetting all thought. His right hand lifted from my legs and he slowly trailed his fingers all the way from my hand to my shoulder. His touch was gentle as he walked his way across my collarbone so he could repeat the motion on the other arm.
I moaned his name and I heard him let out a satisfied sigh. He was worshipping my body and I couldn't get enough of it. He made me feel like a goddess.
His hand zigzagged its way across my chest and stomach before his touch intensified at the bottom of my shirt. His hand felt warm against my skin as he started to caress my side under my shirt.
His hand traveled across my navel before returning to its previous position. I let out a heavy breath when he finally moved to lift the shirt up over my head. His fingertips trailed across my yellow bandeau bra, but it was too thick for me to feel anything. I ached for his touch there and I tried to press myself into his fingers.
He chuckled softly and moved close to my ear again, "Someone's impatient, " he whispered. "Good things come to those who wait." He put extra emphasis on the word and I was gasping again.
I reached both hands out to grasp behind his neck and tried to pull his head down to mine. He obliged and kissed me fiercely as I angled my body into his. His body moved closer to mine and he wrapped a leg over my own and ground himself against me gently. His right hand caressed me from my neck, down to my shoulder, across my side before he firmly grabbed my ass and squeezed it. He used it to leverage me as he ground himself into me deeper.
I moaned at the contact, breaking the kiss. He used the opportunity to trail kisses down my jaw before he began to suck gently on my neck. I pushed past the pleasure to say," Gajeel, don't leave a mark." I think there was something about a job or needing to be seen in public.
He smiled against my skin before pulling back to whisper, "Too late." I couldn't help but moan at his sexy voice. "Besides," he said as he rolled on top of me, "you're mine," he growled.
I moaned wantonly as his lips descended on mine and his tongue pushed into my mouth. His kisses were all consuming and all thought fled my brain. All I could feel was the taste of his lips and all I could smell was his metallic scent.
He hand traveled down to my navel, circling it once, twice, before he popped the button on my capris. I lifted my hips for him as he pulled the clothing down and off my body, throwing it onto the floor.
His fingertips started at my knee as he caressed a path along the inside of my thigh before switching and traveling down my other leg. He repeated the motion several times, each time getting nearer to my junction but never making contact. I was moaning underneath him at this point and I could feel my panties were completely soaked through.
I needed him to touch me. I needed to feel his large, callused hands all over my body.
"Gajeel…"
He hummed his response, sucking another spot on my neck.
"Please," I begged.
"Please, what?" he teased.
I was too far gone to be embarrassed. "Touch me. I need to feel you," I groaned.
I felt the pressure of his touch increase and he slowly brought a hand up to my chest while his other one moved down to massage my backside. It rested low on my rear, cupping the bottom of my cheek and his fingers brushed lightly against my womanhood. I screamed at the touch.
I heard a growl in my ear and his other hand pushed my bra over and off my head. His movements stilled and I cracked my eyes open to look at him. His gaze was sweeping over my body and I blushed under the scrutiny. He finally saw me looking at him and he gave me the most searing kiss before pulling back to say, "I've wanted to see you like this for so long."
I moaned his name as I threw my head back. His words made me feel so exquisitely beautiful, even as I was mostly bare to him.
His fingers finally found their way to my breasts. He made slow circles around one breast, getting close to the nipple before switching to perform the same torture on its twin. I was nearly thrashing with pleasure and my nipples were just begging for his touch.
"Tell me what you want," his voice rasped in my ear.
"Oh, god. Gajeel," I moaned.
"Say it," he whispered.
"Touch me please. I need to feel you," I gasped.
The moment the words fell from my lips his fingers grazed over the tips of my nipples. I felt my vaginal muscles waver and a small wave of pleasure crashed through my body. I felt ready to come and he hadn't even touched me below.
He propped himself up over my body and began to press kisses down my neck and collarbone. He lightly bit my shoulder before finally latching onto my right nipple. I screamed his name as his tongue drew circles around my tip. His other hand was on its pair, brushing his thumb back and forth over the tip gently.
I threw my head into the mattress and reached my hands down his back. I felt his muscles flex under my touch and I pressed my fingertips firmly into his skin, as I dragged them up towards his neck.
His mouth and fingers switched places so that he was performing the same torture on my left breast. His one hand wound its way around my waist, holding me tightly to him, while the other one slowly made its way to my womanhood. He caressed me over my panties and I cried out his name.
His mouth left my breast and I felt his hot breath in my ear. He let out a low growl before whispering, "Time to come."
I felt my walls clench from his words as he pushed back my underwear to reveal my glistening sex. His fingertips tickled my lower lips, which by this point were thoroughly soaked. His thumb found my clit and he pressed firmly against the pleasure button.
I arched from the sensation it caused but he held me firmly in his embrace. His pace was slow at first. He alternated between small circles and firm presses and I was going out of my mind.
I lost all hold on reality when I felt his index finger slowly circle my entrance before plunging into my depths. I screamed his name and I heard him growl as he squeezed my waist tighter with his other arm.
His finger circles inside me several times, lingering on that spongy spot near the top. He added a second finger and I knew my mouth was completely agape in pleasure but I didn't care. All I could do at that moment was revel in the feelings this man was causing in me.
His fingers pumped me gently before pressing firmly into that delicious spot. His thumb returned to my clit and began to rub small, firm circles.
I could feel my walls begin to clench around his fingers and the muscles throughout my body began to tense.
His voice was in my ear again, "You're so wet for me," he groaned. He licked the shell of my ear all the way to my lobe.
I crested at his racy words. My walls clenched and an overwhelming tingling feeling spread throughout my body. I felt an instant lightness of my body and an amazing sensation in my clitoris. I screamed his name and moaned loudly as my walls began to pulsate. I could feel his digits move slightly inside me and another burst of pleasure spread throughout my body before I started to descend.
Each pulse started at my cunt and spread throughout my body and I rode the waves until my sea of pleasure finally calmed. I collapsed in his embrace, unable to move, think or speak.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, then one on my forehead and another in my hair before he breathed in my scent. "You smell so fucking delicious," he groaned as he burrowed his nose into my locks.
All I could do was lay there, basking in the afterglow. For once, my mind was quiet.
END CHAPTER 8
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Hello Darlings!
. .Hottttt. Hope this makes up for the mostly plot-filled last chapter.
Big shout out to my husband for providing the inspiration for this chapter. That man *fans myself*
I don't even know what to write here. Like, my mind is also kinda blank from writing that whole episode lol.
Let's see, oh yes! So I purposely did not have Gajeel go down on Levy. Why? Because even though she went down on him, I feel like there is something way more intimate about going down on a woman. And so I want their relationship to progress a little bit before that happens.
Guys on the other hand, I don't think they're super selective about who gives them head. Never been one before so I don't have first hand knowledge, but that's just what I've observed.
I am loving all of your reviews! Seriously you guys, I love you all so much and I am so happy that you are liking the story. They like me! They really like me!
Keep on being the beautiful, lovely and sexy people that I know you are! I'll see you in a day most likely.
FRENCH KISSES FOR ALL OF YOU!
Musicera
* You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a chick, who doesn't own Fairy Tail.
