Look. Up in the sky. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No. It's the next chapter.

Well, I have to thank you for the reviews. It really makes me happy to hear feedback from all of you.

Ulcassi, I am glad that you were able to find a youtube song that coincided your reading of the last chapter. Even though I had nothing to do with it.

demonlover, you did review this story once. It was in the second chapter. Your review was how we were all in agreement that Gajeel is an ass-man. And I'm glad you agree about Gajeel's thoughts during the birth of his children. Looking back, I am glad that I chose hands as the prompt for the last chapter. It really brought everything together.

thorn, yes my daughter was born prematurely. It's both a scary and happy feeling. I felt happy knowing that my daughter was born but terrified because I didn't know what was going to happen. Fortunately me and my girlfriend, our daughter (who incidentally was named after an anime character) turned out fine and after about three weeks, we were able to take her home. So yes, this was somewhat based on my experience. You see, women say they have the hard time giving birth. Well ladies, it ain't a walk in the park for us fellas either. We have to watch you be in pain with the knowledge that we can't do anything for you. And that sucked for me. No it isn't the same, I know.

chill, Gajeel's reaction to holding his kids was the same as mine. I was so nervous. I actually passed on it. But the nurse understood and showed me the right way to hold her. And when the doctors came in with the incubator, I was about to fight them. But reason won out in the end, thankfully.

niners, I haven't decided whether or not I am going to have Gajeel explain to his kids who he was before Fairy Tail. I know I have another chapter with them but I haven't decided what the subject is going to be.

And to everyone who I didn't mention, thank you for the reviews.

Now this chapter. Well this chapter is going to be rated M. I'm upping the rating. There's going to be sex involved. Like the other two lemons in the project, I'm dividing this into three chapters. The second chapter is going to be the actual lemon (I actually did my best to make it not as smutty but brain didn't cooperate.

Also, the points. Three points to moonhalo, Ulcassi, iceninja, demonlover, akari, thorn, chill, sarah, catwho, and blackiris.

And now, our feature presentation.


I is for Iron

There is no wall that exist that can't be torn down. Even a heart of iron can be breached. But only love can do that.

Today is the best day of my life, one that I'll remember forever. I am finally married, married to the love of my life.

He's sitting on my right and I have to say that he looks darn pretty sharp. Normally, he would be wearing form-fitting black clothing but today, he's wearing a nice black tuxedo. He was wearing a tie but my man ripped it off the second we were married. I have to smile. Gajeel will still be Gajeel and I love him for that.

But me... Well, a few hours ago, I said goodbye to Levy McGarden. Today, I begin my life as Levy Redfox.

We are at the reception in Fairy Tail's backyard. The party is in full swing. The food is great, making Droy happy. The drinks are plentiful, making Cana happy. Everyone is happy and having a good time.

I see Gray and Juvia dancing together. They look very, very happy. You see, two weeks ago, Gray finally proposed to Juvia. From what I heard, it was very romantic. He took her out in the rain, told her how much his life changed since he met her. Then he asked her to marry him. Of course, Juvia said yes.

Natsu and Lu-chan are dancing together too, if you can call swinging Lucy around by her wrists while she is flailing in the air dancing. They've been together for four years or so. They are happy as well. I just wonder when Natsu's going to propose. Oh well, different strokes for different folks.

Erza and Jellal are in the furthest corner. It isn't every day that Jellal can come over undisguised. However, there are few people outside of the guild at mine and Gajeel's wedding so Jellal was able to come. That, in turn made Erza very happy. And if our wedding can make other people happy, that makes me happy.

But now, my attention is turned to the man of the hour. Gajeel is looking at me and he is smiling. Seeing him smile is an uncommon occurrence. Gajeel smirk. Gajeel has a feral grin. He has exaggerated smiles. But rarely does he truly smile. In fact, I think I am the only one who has ever seen him truly smile and that makes his smiles more precious to me.

"You wanna dance?" Gajeel asks.

"As husband and wife? Sure." I tell him.

He takes me by the hand and picks me up off my seat. The dress flutters with this action.

We take center stage. He takes my hands in his and we dance.

As the music plays, I can feel myself swaying to its beat. It feels like everyone's eyes are on us. I look up and gaze into his red eyes. He's looking down at me with a smile on his face. His smile is infectious and now I'm smiling too. I am so happy

Today has been such a good day.


The reception is over. Now we are heading back to our house. It's strange. I feel a sense of giddiness. Maybe because it's going to be our first time returning home as husband and wife.

Wife. I'm his wife.

I'm Gajeel's wife now and he's my husband. I've never been happier.

We reach the door. I go to open the door but he grabs my hand. Gajeel then opens the door for me.

I look at him in confusion. He smirks at me. Gajeel grabs me all of a sudden and takes me in his arms. It's funny. He's carrying me bridal style through the threshold. What a corny move. And yet I love him for it. I hear the door slam as we walk into our house. He must have closed it with his feet.

As soon as we get through the door, he leans in and kisses me. I can barely register the fact that we are heading to our room due to his wonderful technique.

Kissing Gajeel, to me, is like trying to fight him. He is just so forceful, aggressive and dominating. He lets me know that he's taking control. And I'm okay with going along for the ride. He's that good.

I didn't realize that we were already in the bedroom until he gently laid me on our bed.

"Levy." His whisper echoes throughout our empty house. In his eyes, there's a hunger, a hunger I know all too well. He wants me. That's good. Because I want him too. We've been waiting a long time for this.

"Where's Lily?" As soon as I ask the question, I cringe. Here we are, about to consummate our marriage and all I ask about is his Exceed companion.

"Gi hi." He snickers. "Already trading me in for my cat?" I have to laugh at that.

He caresses my cheek with his calloused hands. "He's spending the night with some of his friends from Edolas. He's not coming here tonight."

That's good. I am glad that Gajeel and I are alone. It is just us.

Gajeel crawls onto the bed. His expression reminds me of a tiger stalking its prey. It sends a shiver down my spine.

He must have saw something he liked on my face because before I even realize it, his lips were already on mine. As he was kissing me, his hands were behind my back, undoing my dress. He found the zipper and unzipped it in an instant.

I know what he wants me to do. So he releases my lips and shimmy out of my wedding dress. Now I am left in a white bra and matching panties. Gajeel then throws the dress across the room.

"Gajeel." I shriek in laughter. "That cost 75,000 jewels."

"So?" He tells me. "I'll never understand you women. Why did you spend so much money on something you are only going to wear once?"

I smile at him. "Only once?" I make sure to say that in a teasing tone.

"Yeah. I'm not letting anyone else marry you." He says confidently. "You're mine now, Levy McGarden... or should I say Levy Redfox."

"That's right." I tell him. "I'm all yours."

He lunges at me with his soul-searing kisses. His tongue licks at my lips and I allow it entrance. He's gotten much better at kissing since our first kiss. My first kisses with him was sloppy and uncoordinated. But he has gotten better at it and now he can take my breath away with a single kiss.

Now he starts raining kisses on my jaw, my neck and my shoulder blades. As he kisses my skin, ne nips at it as well. You see, Gajeel is a biter. Yep, this is what I have learned in the times where He bites, nibbles and nips (gently, of course). Afterwards, he would always use his tongue to assuage the nips. I never would have thought that I could be so turned on by something like that. Another nip... It makes me shudder.

"Gajeel." I whisper. I reach out to him and realize that he's still wearing his tux. "You are too dressed."

He stops kissing me and rips off his tux. He throws off the tattered remains away. The only thing he's wearing is his boxers (the one with the rubber ducks on them. I got him that as a gag gift one time. Who would have thought he would have kept it?)

"Gajeel." I shriek. "That was your only good suit."

He lunges in to kiss me. "You wanna stop because of that?" He mumbles into my neck.

I want to say something but a couple of quick nips to my shoulder completely blanks my mind. God, he's good at this.

His body is magnificent. Gajeel is fully built, muscled chest, abs and arms. His arms have metal studs on them which, whenever they brush up against me, feel cold against my skin. They also have scars on them. He never did explain where he got them and I never asked. If he wanted me to know, he would have told me. I respect that.

His mouth leaves mine and he starts kissing down my exposed skin. It feels so good. I remember the first time we started getting more physical. His lips were always cracked and it felt so scratchy against my skin. I told him to use some lip balm. At first, he ranted how girly it was, but when I told him that it would really make me happy if he did it. When he started kissing my skin the next time, his lips weren't cracked anymore. I've never seen him applying lip balm but I can feel the difference.

His hands are caresses my body. He runs his fingers along my stomach. It feels like they are dancing. It reminds me of another story. You see, he used to rip off his fingernails which left him uneven cuticles, scratching me. I told him to use a nail clipper and he did. Now whenever he rakes his fingers on my skin, he doesn't scratch me.

"Levy." He whispers as he caresses my skin. "My Levy." He grazes his lips down my throat. He's making his way to my breasts.

My mind is muddled. I can only feel. I have to respond. I have to give him something for all he's giving me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and rake my hands through his hair. I can hear him growl. He likes when I play with his hair. I remember the first time making out with Gajeel. My hands got stuck in his hair because he never brushed it. I never understood it. How could he keep his hair long and not take the time to take care of it? I actually decided to brush out the knots. Of course he whined and complained as I put a comb through his hair and again as I showed him how to wash it. But ever since then, he took better care of his hair and now I can run my hands through it without getting tangled.

"Gajeel." I moan as he puts his large hands on my breasts. He gently massages them, gropes them, runs his fingers across them.

I was never really confident with my breasts. Compared to the other girls in Fairy Tail, mine were so small. Well, not small, B cups. But still, all the other girls are C and D cups. It never bothered me until I started crushing on Gajeel. But he settled that one day when I tried changing my look. He told me that he liked me just fine. From then on, I knew that he was attracted to me.

I feel my bra snap. It brings me back to reality. He's grinning over me. His finger transformed into a knife. Oh my god! He didn't.

I look down and see that he cut my bra. "Gajeel." I whine.

"It was in the way." He snickers.

"Stupid Gajeel." I say as I stick out my tongue.

He leans in and kisses my breasts. As soon as he does, I completely forget about my broken bra.

He takes one of them in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around my nipple. It feels fantastic. Gajeel has a wicked tongue. The things could do with it makes me shudder in pleasure The way it can bend as it languidly makes its way along my body makes me moan out his name. It's never in a hurry. It takes its own time, which feels amazing but it is frustrating at times, especially when there are other things I would like for him to do with it.

This time, however, Gajeel is moving quickly. He reaches my panties and, like my bra before it, rips them off. I don't say anything now. I think he knows what I want. He has always known what I want, even when I never knew.

He takes a whiff of me ... down there. Even though he has done this many times before, I'm still embarrassed by it. I know that he's a Dragon Slayer and his sense of smell is much more developed than regular people. Sometimes he can't help smelling my unique scent. He says that it both calms and excites him. But it still embarrasses me whenever he sniffs me like a dog.

"You smell delicious, Levy." He whispers throatily. "Good enough to eat." And that's when puts his wicked tongue to work. When he did, my mind became blank. God, it feels amazing.

Before me and Gajeel started dating... heck before I even liked a guy enough to be intimate with him, I always thought I would be the kind of girl who would only have plain vanilla sex. You know, like the kind in those harlequin romances where the guy makes love to a girl on a bed of roses after champagne and stuff, the perfect lover as it were. That's the kind of stuff I thought that I would be into...

I never thought that I would be the kind of girl who would enjoy being nipped at or being 'eaten out' as Cana likes to say. Heck, I never thought that I would suck on a guy's nipples or give him a 'blow job' either. Such concepts were dirty and strange to me at the time. I have to admit I was a bit prudish about my nonexistent sex life.

But Gajeel changed all of that. He's not the perfect lover like in the harlequin novel. He's a bit forceful at times, pushing my limits farther than I thought I could go. I never knew how good sex could be. Whether we did a little role play (his favorite being me dressed as a grade A school girl and him being the bad student who corrupts me), some food play (I love licking chocolate and whip cream off of his rock solid chest) or whatever. He's also a bit impatient. There would be times he would rip off my clothes just to get me in bed. And they were good clothes too, clothes that would cost thousands of jewels. I would be mad at first, but after he got to work on me, I would forget the ripped clothes and ...

Oh god. He's doing that thing where he curls his tongue and puts a finger inside of me. That always finishes me. I shudder and my body becomes boneless. Did I mention that he has a wicked tongue? Because he does and it's very good.

Yes we've done many things in the bedroom. However, there was one thing that we haven't done in the three years we've been dating and the four months of our engagement. To put it in a term that Cana once used, the Iron Dragon hasn't made a home in my cavern.

Before my relationship with Gajeel, I always thought that any kind of sexual interaction I experienced would only occur inside of marriage. But he is such a satisfying lover. I really can't say that I am unhappy with him pushing me farther than I thought I would go. There were times during our intimacy where I really wished I hadn't made such a commitment to being a virgin in that respect. He could make me feel such pleasure throughout my body that I really wanted him to take me. But he never did. He knew how much I wanted my first time to be when I was married. And it makes me happy that he respected that. That is love. No other guy would have waited that long. I know that that is love.

Gajeel hovers over me, kissing my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. It feels so good, especially just after my climax.

Now he wraps my hands around my back and lift me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as he sits with his legs flat on the bed. I always feel safe in his embrace.

"Levy." He whispers in my ear, running his fingers through my hair. "Love you, Levy."

I love hearing him say that he loves me. It's not that he never says it or that he doesn't say it often. It's that when Gajeel tells me that he loves me, he gets this look in his eyes. It always seems to me like he's naked and vulnerable (a term that he doesn't like using when referring to himself). He has always had a problem where he would think that he wasn't good enough for me. That's when I would remind him that I love him to reinforce his belief in my love.

"Love you too, Gajeel." I whisper back. And that's the truth. I never felt anything stronger than my love for him.

"Are you ready?" He asks me. "Are you ready to do this?"

I know what he's asking me. I know what he wants. And I want it too.

"I'm ready, Gajeel." I tell him. "Make love to me please."

"Gi hi, you damn well better be." He smirks.

He puts his hands on my butt and prepares me for what is about to come.

I've always wondered what was Gajeel's fascination with my butt. He's said that it's perfect and round and soft. When I asked him why he liked my butt, he responded that whenever he looked at it, he thought about having sex with me. Yes, Gajeel may not be the most tactful person in choosing his words but it always makes me happy to know that I am physically attractive to him. He'd always mention in our private time that he had dreams of nibbling on it. For that, I'd hit him. But it didn't stop him from caressing my butt, blowing hot air on it, even kissing it at times. Again, his actions showed me how much he loved every facet of me and how far I could be pushed in the bedroom.

I can feel him lowering me onto himself. We are about to be joined as one. I have to admit that a part of me is still nervous. Gajeel is my husband and I love him. I want this. There's just this niggling feeling in my head that I can't seem to get rid of... Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I know it's going to be a bit painful. I've asked some of the girls in Fairy Tail and I know that the first time is always the most painful because the female body isn't used to the intrusion, however welcomed it is.

Gajeel must have sensed my worry because he stopped his motions. "Levy, look at me." He commands.

I look deep into his red eyes. I've always liked the color of his eyes. Red... it's such a unique color. It's the color of a rose, the color of the morning sun, ... yes it's the color of blood too. I've never met anyone that has his eyes. It makes me happy to know that his unique eyes look at me with love.

"I'm gonna do this quick." He tells me. "It'll be easier for you."

"Can't you do it slow so I can adjust?" I ask him.

"Naw. It's easier faster. Like pulling a bandage off or pulling a tooth." He responds. Of course he would respond with something that like.

"How would you know?" I ask. "You're not the one who has to feel it."

He doesn't say anything. Instead, he just kisses me deeply. With that kiss, I can hardly focus on anything, much less the impending intrusion.

I think I'm ready. "Okay. But can we do a countdown please?" I beg him.

He brushes his fingers across my abdomen. "Sure. On three." He tells me.

"On three." I respond.

Okay, deep breath.

One...

All of a sudden, I feel myself being impaled by his manhood. I take a breathless gasp. How did I know that he was going to do that?

I feel a dull pain down below. It doesn't feel as bad as probably should have. I mean, my hymen was probably torn long ago thanks to the strenuous activities of being a mage and due to the attention that Gajeel laved on me. Maybe the pain is more exaggerated than it actually is.

"Shit." Gajeel mumbles into my shoulder. Those are my thoughts exactly.

"Feels so good." He says as he nips on my neck. "You okay?"

That he's thinking of me makes me feel loved. "Give me a second." I tell him.

He puts his large hand under my chin and uses his thumb and forefinger to lift it. He leans in and kisses me deeply. Oh that wicked tongue is going to work again, reveling with mine and dominating it. He is just so good at this. It's still hard to believe that I was his first kiss.

We break apart to catch our breath.

Gajeel kisses my forehead. "I'll take it slow."

He lifts my hips, preparing to impale me again. I prepare for the thrust. This time, it's much slower. I can feel him. It's like he's brushing up against every nerve inside of me and I have to admit that it feels good. The pain is more like an itch that you can't scratch than something that actually hurts.

"Still with me, Levy." He asks.

"I'm good." I tell him. "You can go a little faster."

He nods and takes my hips in his large hands. Gajeel starts again, thrusting inside of me. I have to admit that I feel much better. It feels really good.

I have to do something. I have to give him the same pleasure that he's giving me. So I lean in and start kissing his chest. Did I mention that I love kissing his chest. It's like a solid plane of muscle. It feels so warm against my lips. And I can feel his heartbeat on my lips. It's very comforting to feel it or hear it. I have to admit that I've become spoiled by it. I find that it's harder to fall asleep when I can't hear it.

He starts moving faster and it seems that my body is responding on its own, meeting his thrusts with my own. I wonder if Gajeel picked this position on purpose. You see, I've heard many jokes about my height in relation to Gajeel's. Yes, he's a head taller than me and I only reach the base of his throat. But in this position, where I am in his lap and he's holding me in his arms, we fit together, like two pieces of the puzzle.

One particular thrust has me seeing stars. God, that feels good.

"Gajeel." I moan. My ears can hear just how wanton I've become. But I don't care. I want to feel that again. "More. Faster! Harder! Just more."

"Gi hi." He snickers. "You got it, Levy."

And he does so.

The thrusts come more rapidly. I can hardly think. But that's okay. I don't want to think. I want to feel. I need to feel. And it feels great.

His arms wrap around my waist. It's like he's holding onto me like a lifeline. I wrap my arms around his neck,

My perception of time is kinda wonky. I don't know how long we've been at this but I can feel myself reaching the finish line. By the look on his face, it seems that he's the same.

"Levy, Levy, Levy." I can hear him say. "So close."

"Me too, Gajeel." I tell him.

And all too suddenly, I feel my climax hit me like a tidal wave. And I feel Gajeel's climax inside me. I didn't even think of protection. Luckily, I am still on the pill. I don't think we are ready for kids yet.


I feel completely boneless. Gajeel lets go of me and I fall back against the bed. He joins me afterwards.

Gajeel grabs me and presses my body against his. It feels great.

"That was fucking amazing, Levy." He growls. "Totally worth the wait."

I have to smile. "I agree. That was great. You were great." I tell him. I know that it will do his male pride good to know that he's completely satisfied me.

"Damn straight I'm great." He whispers into my neck. "But you know what they say."

I roll my eyes. "What do they say?"

"Great sex only happens with great lovers." He chuckles.

"And who said that?" I laugh.

"I did."

I laugh out loud. But I have to agree. He was great.

There's a part of me that angry with me for waiting this long to do this. If I had known that it would feel so great, I would have considered doing this sooner. But mostly, I am glad that I waited until I was married. It feels more significant that I made love to my husband, the man I love more than anybody.

I look at Gajeel and his gloriously naked body. I start thinking about the man that I married and the kind of person that he is. I know that some of the girls who are in relationships have compared their man to their element. I wonder if I can do the same.

Well, Gajeel is associated with iron. What are the qualities of iron? Well, iron is strong. It's durable. It can be molded to fit whatever shape it needs. It can be used to protect whatever it desires. But more importantly, it can withstand the march of time.

Gajeel is like that. Of course he's strong. I've seen him destroy an entire guild because they hurt me. And he can take a hit. I've seen him bleed buckets of blood, endure broken bones and all sorts of pain to fight again. He has transform since the first time I've met him, from being a bad guy who wishes destruction on everyone to being the man I am now going to spend my life with. But more importantly, when he tells me that he loves me, I know that he'll love me forever. He doesn't use unnecessary words when it comes to things like this so I know that when he says that he loves me, he means it.

But iron isn't always a good quality. It is cold sometimes. It can cut if one is not careful. It can hurt others. However, its worse quality is that it can keep out good things.

Gajeel can be a bit abrasive at times... Okay, a lot abrasive. He doesn't really mean it. I can tell. Sometimes, he'll say something to me and I try not to be offended by it. I really do. But, it'll hurt me. On those days, I cry in secret so as not to make him feel worse. But he finds me out and does everything in his power to make me happy.

He keeps his feelings hidden from me. For a long time, I never knew about his secret fears about me leaving him. I know that he doesn't want to project any weakness but it still gnaws at me to know that I could have helped him but couldn't. To think that my big, strong Dragon Slayer was weighed down by such horrible thoughts... I don't want to even think about it.

But there will always be something lingering over our heads. It's been five years since it happened (actually twelve years but it was five to us) and it still hovers over us. It's the event that both of us would like to forget... our first meeting, the night that Gajeel attacked me. Gajeel carries that burden with him every day. Some days, it is heavier than others.

We don't talk about it. There is no point in bringing up bad memories. The past is past. And I've forgiven him for that a long time ago. If I didn't, I wouldn't have fallen in love with him. I told him to let the past be past, persist in the present and grab hold of the future. And I think he finally took it to heart.

Gajeel takes this opportunity to have me rest against his chest. I have to revel in the irony here. The same hands that once hurt me are now the hands that caress me so lovingly. The same mouth that spat insults at me is the same mouth that kisses me so deeply. The same person who once broke me is now the man that loves me so strongly. And I love him back. I think that we can move pass this. I truly do.

Gajeel is probably not be the man my brain would have chosen as a husband. I always thought that I would meet a man who has similar interests, like reading, learning new languages and enjoying the quiet things in life. But Gajeel isn't that. He's loud. He doesn't really read unless he's with me. He's a rough-and-tumble man. But he has every quality I was looking for in a husband. He's loyal. He's strong. He's considerate. But most importantly, he loves me and only me. And I love him too. I guess the old saying is true. The heart wants what it wants. I am glad that I listened to it. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here today.

"Levy." I hear him whisper.

From my vantage point on his chest, I look up at him. "Yes, Gajeel."

"Thank you." He says to me.

I'm a little confused. "Why?"

"I want to thank you for being my wife. I don't think I'll ever be grateful enough for this once in a lifetime opportunity." He sounds wistful, as if he can't believe that this happened.

"Well, you're welcome." I tell him. "And thank you for asking me to be your wife."

He gently pulls my body upwards so that my head is aligned with his. He kisses me again, deeply, purposely.

He pulls back after a moment to smile at me. A true smile. That smile I love. "I love you, Levy Redfox."

"Love you too, Gajeel Redfox. Now and forever." I smile back.

I feel sleepy. So I crawl back so that my head is on his chest. I can feel his accelerated heartbeat slow down as he prepares for sleep. Once again, his heart lulls me to sleep.

I began this day as Levy McGarden and ended it as Levy Redfox. I am in the arms of my loving husband. Our beginning may not be a fairy tail story. He may not be the prince and I may not be the princess. But perfect only happen in stories. Gajeel isn't perfect. We don't have a storybook relationship. But I don't care anyways. I love Gajeel in all his imperfection. We are now husband and wife. And we are ready to begin our new life together. Really, that's all that matters to me.


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Well that's the end of that chapter.

I like to think that compared to all of the Fairy Tail couples I ship, Levy is the one whose sex life is more... shall we say diverse. What's the old saying? It's always the quiet ones. Ha. And believe me, I actually tried to make it less smutty. But I couldn't help it. Besides, they've been together almost four years. By now, they must have explored some of these avenues.

And I also believe that Levy is a rambler, like me. Every incident, everything that happens to her, she can relate that to something else that happened in her life. She reminds me of Ducky from NCIS. She always has a story. Even in the throes of lovemaking, I bet she can't turn off her mind to focus on what's happening.

Before you ask, yes, I am going to do a wedding chapter. However, it isn't any time soon. Trust me. But it will happen.

Well, liked it? Hated it? Have no strong opinion one way or the other? Leave me a review. I'd love to hear from you.

Now here's the prompt for the next chapter.

Gajeel accompanied Levy and her lapdogs on her escort mission one time. He was confused as to why she chose these kinds of missions. They didn't pay much. There aren't as many enemies to hit. And the clients are annoying. So why?

This should be an easy one. Nothing to complicated.

Also, one more thing. If you are interested, I wrote another one shot GaLe story called "The Comfort Thing". Not very long so if you feel in the mood, check it out.

Till next time,

A. Angel