Mmm ...fair warning, the adult content is not out of my system yet. There was to be more exposition in this chapter, but hey ...it right back to lemon. SorrynotSorry.
Phen sneered as he plodded back up the stairs to the room he shared with his partner. The others were cowards, wanting to turn back in the face of success just because there were wizards on the premises. He, on the other hand, felt they had the upper hand. These two Fairy Tail members were in disguise, it was obvious. Yet it was also evident that they were a real couple, and that information gave the real clue on who they were. And married couples in love were excellent for holding hostage against each other's good behavior. He decided to detour past their door, just to check.
The dream wasn't a nightmare, just a jumbled mess of frustration as Levy stood on a dance floor and couldn't find Gajeel. The music was unfamiliar and she didn't know any of the steps. The other couples, including Juvia and Gray for some reason, moved smoothly across the floor. Levy knew she was dreaming because Gray wasn't protesting or trying to get away. Her problem was Gajeel and why he wasn't with her?
The sound of a toilet flushing followed by the sink turning on roused Levy just enough. She blinked her eyes open, but there was no light in the room save for what came in through the window from the night sky. The space next to her was empty, but still warm. Levy rolled into that space, liking the way it felt and smelled like Gajeel.
A twinge of soreness reminded her of what they'd been up to tonight. Levy felt no shame or regret, stretching like a cat as she waited. A moment later she was rewarded by the shadowy view of Gajeel walking back toward the bed completely naked.
The man was beautiful. Levy's breath caught as her eyes travelled the lines of his cut musculature. Each movement was grace and power and she took a perverse delight in seeing that part of him which had been inside her not that long ago. She hummed.
Caught lifting the sheet, Gajeel paused. "You awake, Shrimp?" He asked in a whisper.
Playing sleepy, Levy closed her eyes and didn't respond.
A soft snort, then she felt him climbing back into bed beside her. Oh, the delicious warmth of his skin next to hers.
"How can someone so tiny be a bed hog?" He grunted, carefully rolling her slightly so he could settle more comfortably.
Where he couldn't see, Levy smiled and let him shift her before making a sleepy protest noise.
"Sweetheart?"
Levy evened out her breathing as if still under, but she turned back to him and boldly threw an arm across his middle.
"Gihee."
Oh how she loved the sound of his deeply satisfied chuckle. It made her feel so feminine and strong, on top of the world. She nuzzled her face into his side and felt him flinch very, very slightly.
He wasn't any more used to sleeping beside someone than she was. He'd told her she was the first. That thought thrilled her beyond belief. No one. No one had shared intimacy with him like she was. No one had touched him like she had. No one ….her mind stalled. There had been no one.
Levy's brain raced, tracing down each errant thought with horror. No one. Gajeel had had no one before her. Not just for sex, but for those lovely friendly moments of life. No one had petted him, soothed him, held him. He'd been alone. What little Juvia had told them all about the Phantom Lord guild made Levy utterly miserable.
Yes, when Gajeel had attacked her it had been horrible and she'd thought him a monster. Knowing Natsu and his struggles since his dragon-father had vanished, if she applied the same thing to Gajeel it left her feeling dizzy and weepy. At least Natsu had found Fairy Tail. What had Gajeel found? No one.
A snuffle of sound must have escaped her as Gajeel tightened his arm around her. "Shorty? Are you crying in your sleep?"
No. That wouldn't do. Levy didn't want to 'wake up' in case he noticed that her eyes were ready to cry and were full of moisture. He wouldn't deal well with empathy, and might mistake her caring for pity. She did NOT want to have that happen. She needed to do something quickly.
While thinking her hand twitched, the one attached to the arm thrown across Gajeel. Her fingertips brushed his opposite hip just barely.
He went still for a moment, then blew out a hefty breath of air.
Levy's focused mind shifted in a new direction. She was sore. Was she too sore? No. With that she mumbled incoherently and shifted before suddenly relaxing back into 'sleep'. This made her fingers brush the skin of his hip just a tiny fraction more firmly.
Gajeel's knee bent, planting his foot on the bed in a defensive manner, blocking her hand from going lower. "Sweetheart?" He sounded rather hopeful that she was waking.
"Go back." She muttered as if dreaming.
She felt his hesitancy. "Who?" He asked, but she didn't answer him. "Damn it." He sighed. Then apparently he decided to try and see if she'd rouse for him. His hand started trailing his touch down her bare back. She shivered in spite of her resolve to play sleeping.
"Gihee." His chest rumbled with his quiet laughter. "C'mon my shy little darling."
Shy? Behind her eyelids Levy crossed her eyes at him, though her expression didn't change. She'd show him shy. Bravely daring in the middle of the night, she pulled her arm back across him, but only a few inches. Now her hand lay innocently in the notch between his thigh and groin. The fingers curled in the air, touching nothing, only the back of her hand making contact with his heated skin.
"Oh shit." She heard him breathe as he arched his neck a bit in response. "Just a little more, Levy, just a …"
Levy's hand twitched and she felt him catch his breath, right before she pulled it up to rest far more innocently on his chest. The perfect location to feel the stutter in his breathing while he cursed under his breath.
Gajeel was about to lose his fucking mind. Hot, sleepy, sexy Levy was devastating to his senses. He felt her shift slightly and looked down to see the ghost of a smile play out over her lips only to disappear. He frowned. Was she awake? Was she teasing him?!
Brilliant white teeth flashed with an evil grin. He'd have to find out. "Sweetheart, Shrimp-girl, I have something I'd like you to hold on to for me." He purred. Gently he covered her hand and guided it down his body to the growing erection starting to point upwards. "Wrap your hand around that."
Levy couldn't protest the move as she was supposed to be sleeping. His hand moved hers around his erection, then covered hers to hold it in place. Her mind about exploded. Yes, they'd had sex earlier, but she'd not held him! Not here. Not like this. Her breath caught. It was moving! Tightening, and yet so soft in her hand. She wanted nothing more than to sit up and watch as his body responded to her touch.
She was doing this to him. She made him hard and needy. He wanted her, wanted her touching him, holding him. Her hand tightened slightly and she was rewarded as he groaned loudly and arched into her hand, tightening even further.
"Bad idea, Gajeel." He said to himself. "You better be awake, Shorty."
Levy ran her thumb up and down against his flesh and his hips shot up off the bed while he panted. She stilled.
Gajeel took two attempts to wrap his hand around hers and show her how to move her grasp up, and then down in a pumping motion. "Stop playing, please darling."
Playing? Did he know she was awake? Was that the reason for his bold move? Levy licked her lips and decided on payback. Her hand pumped up and down twice and then she wrinkled her nose cutely. "Oh Gray, don't tell Juvia about this or she'd kill me."
Quicker than a lightning strike Levy found herself on her back and staring up into the furious face of her lover as he actually flashed some fangs. "Gray?" He roared.
She poked her tongue out at him.
Gajeel sat up, straddling her hips as he gave her a wide-eyed look of disbelief. "You dare?"
He watched as she nodded at him, not even a tiny bit scared of his towering jealousy. Gajeel moaned, running a hand over his face as he calmed down, his heartrate slowing.
"I win." She winked up at him.
"Bitch." He said fondly, then winced as she smacked him rather hard. "Sorry." He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth, giving her fingers a kiss. "But Gray?"
"Would you rather I said Natsu?" She asked, tongue in cheek.
He snorted and shook his head. Hesitantly, slowly, he paused. "Jet or Droy?"
"They're like my brothers." She shuddered at the thought.
He started to feel a lot better and he gave her a slow grin. "Elfman?"
"Evergreen would kill me!" She said and he laughed until she didn't join him.
Gajeel gave her a tilted-head look, spilling his long hair down the side of him. "Really?"
"Absolutely." She said of the mountain of muscle and the beautiful eye-magic mage. "In the month since Tenrou those two are hardly out of each other's line of sight."
"Same could be said of us." He shrugged.
Levy gave him a droll look out of her melted-bronze eyes. Gajeel suddenly gave her a stunned look. "Does that mean that you wanted …that you …."
Levy reached up and caught a handful of his rather wild hair, pulling him down towards her slightly. "Yes."
"Since when?" He breathed, his eyes earnest and strangely needy.
Levy didn't have an answer though. "I'm not sure exactly when, but you've always intrigued me. When you stepped in front of Laxus' attack. But also when you wouldn't fight back when Jet and Droy were giving you a rough time." She gave him a soft smile. "What about you?"
He blinked once, then twice, then shook his head grimly. Levy's head shot up and she stared at him in the eye. "Before that?" Her mind boggled. Before those moments she'd mentioned, they'd been enemy combatants. And she his prisoner. He'd hurt her.
Gajeel blushed and shook his head. She tightened her hold on his hair, going so far as to yank on the ends. "Gajeel….." She drew his name out in a drawl. "That's so wrong."
He pulled away from her. Not physically, but mentally. She could see and sense it. A sound of protest escaped her and she pulled harder on his hair, making him wince. "Don't shut me out."
Gingerly, he took hold of her hair right above where she held on with her death grip. He eased her hand loose and lost a few strands along the way. "Levy."
He didn't want to talk about it, that was clear. Levy gave him a betrayed look and he dropped his head, shaking it. "I'm not a good person. I wasn't."
Levy sat up under him, using his shoulders for balance as she stared into his face. "You are. And you didn't change. Meaning you always were, you just weren't living up to yourself then. Phantom Lord didn't let you be this Gajeel." She caressed his shoulders for emphasis. "You are a good person or I wouldn't want you so much."
As confessions go, it was a small one. Gajeel's red eyes lit up though and he leaned in, stealing a quick kiss of all pressure and possession. It left her panting and wanting more. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. "Tell me."
"Hurting you was the job. I was good at my job."
Levy shook her head. "You threatened me with all types of violence, some of them very ugly. You carried through on none of that. You marked me, but not permanently. You humiliated me, but didn't kill me or ruin me forever with things so terrible they would cripple."
Gajeel winced.
"You are a better person than you give yourself credit for being." Levy said.
"Foolish woman." He muttered. "I wanted you even then. I didn't know why and it infuriated me. It angered me that Jet and Droy would follow you anywhere. I gave them opportunities to run and they wouldn't abandon you and I hated you for their love. I didn't understand how anyone could inspire all of that and be worth it."
Levy blinked at him and his rough words.
"Forget it." Gajeel said morosely, moving off of her with a closed off expression.
"Wait!" Levy called out, but her ignored her and walked bare-assed into the bathroom. A moment later the shower turned on.
Levy McGarden was good at thinking through problems, except her own. She moaned and threw herself back onto the bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. She held one hand up in the air, with one finger extended. "He's an ass." The second finger rose. "He's a good guy beneath it all." Third finger. "He hurt me." Fourth. "He took a major blow to protect me." She closed her fist and stuck her thumb straight up. She said nothing.
"Well?"
The deep grumble of his voice had her looking over toward the open bathroom door, where Gajeel was leaning cockily against the frame and staring at her. He was still nude and the shower was still running. He was completely dry, haven't having gotten in yet.
"Is there a verdict?"
Levy considered his face, his stance, his tension. He looked ready to fight. His red eyes were intense and focused on her, his fists were clenched though his arms were across his chest. What she did now was of utmost importance.
Levy rolled to her knees and knee-walked across the bed toward him. He tensed even more, as if preparing for a blow. Her eyes never left his as she boldly stood and fought against every instinct she had not to cover her nudity.
"Go back to bed, Shrimp. You're blushing hot enough to fry an egg." He said, not relaxing, but no longer as terribly brittle.
Levy ignored him and walked right up to him, then slowly raising a finger and putting it dead center of his chest as he dropped his arms for her. She pushed. He blinked and didn't move. Levy pushed again, harder this time. Gajeel chose to step back and let her by him.
She might have lost her nerve at this point, except she caught sight of his red eyes following her in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. His gaze was on her ass and there was a look of admiration and heated desire all mixed with a terrible longing. Levy about melted as she turned and gestured for him to get into the shower.
"You getting in with me?" He asked lasciviously, but then when she nodded at him he gaped at her in shock. She laughed at him, her humor throaty and sensual and damned if the big man didn't shiver all over. She loved that.
Gajeel gestured for her to enter the large stall first. Levy reckoned the shower was built for couples as this resort catered to lovers and newlyweds. It was spacious with wonderful water pressure, the steam already fogging the area. She snagged a washcloth and started soaping it up.
Gajeel entered behind her, pulling the door shut. "Aw Short-cake, you're really gonna bathe?" He mock-complained as he spied the sudsy washcloth. After that he had no breath for speaking as she wrapped it, and her hand, around his penis. Their fight had taken the starch out of it, but her touch sent blood skyrocketing back in a hurry. Gajeel wasn't sure he'd ever gotten so erect so fast in all his life. He actually had to brace himself against the two walls with his hands to keep from falling.
She held him, watching as his eyes slowly cleared and began to focus once more. When he licked his lips and gave her a cautious look, she slowly pumped her fist up and down in the manner he'd shown her earlier. His knees buckled and his head lolled back against her sensual onslaught. "Levy." Her name was a plea full of adoration and need.
"I know you, Gajeel. I see you. I know who you were and who you are. There are things you've not told me, but never doubt that I know what I'm doing and I choose to be here." On that last word she drew her hand down to the tip of him, running the washcloth over the broad head of his erection.
Gajeel couldn't help himself. He reached down and whipped the cloth out of the way of her grasp. She was holding him now, nothing between them. She blinked and he grinned.
"Naughty." She chuckled, then stilled. Her fingers rolled the crown of his erection as she discovered something she hadn't expected.
Slowly Gajeel began to grin, then to laugh, all at the shocked expression on her face.
"It IS pierced!" She whispered, looking down at the three small studs decorating the tip rising up eagerly toward her. "Didn't that hurt?"
The Dragonslayer hissed as she fingered each one of the piercings with awe and curiosity. Her touch wasn't practiced or meant to entice, but it nearly blew his head off. Both of them.
He reached between them, blocking her hands for a moment as he fought to catch his breath. "I'll explode all over you if you don't watch out." He warned. "And couldn't you tell I was pierced down there when we were doing it earlier?"
Levy's blush intensified as she shook her head. "I've never felt, I've never done that with anyone and couldn't tell one way or the other. It was all new."
Gajeel's humor faded into something intimate and heated. Steam wafted around them as he wrapped his hands around both sides of her face and brought her in for a kiss as he leaned down into her space. Her hands flattened on his chest, then glided around to his broad back. Her fingers dug into his muscles as his lips teased hers open. "Let's go back to bed." He whispered hoarsely. "I'm clean enough."
"I'm not." She protested with a laugh that sounded breathy. "Let me find that washcloth. Oh!" Levy felt herself turned, her rear to his front. His hard erection pressing against the small of her back. Gajeel didn't bother with finding the dropped washcloth. He soaped his hands and then slid them down her belly to her thighs.
Levy couldn't believe how wonton she was behaving as her legs parted for him without any protest at all. Her head rested against his chest as she closed her eyes and moaned, lost in the sensation of his firm hands washing her thighs and other intimate things.
His fingers made quick work of washing her, then slowed as he began to explore more thoroughly. Levy bit her lip as one long finger slid upward and parted her sensitive flesh, then two. The motion of his fingers caught something between them that made her knees tremble and shake. He chuckled and repeated the motion. One finger slid inside and both of them moaned. When the second finger joined in, Levy winced and moaned a bit, pulling up and away.
Gajeel frowned. "Sweetheart?"
"Just a bit sore." She panted. "Keep going."
"I don't want to hurt you …"
Sweet little Levy McGarden who barely topped out at his chest growled low, deep, and very, very mean. "Stop now and you die."
Gajeel blinked, then grinned. "Yes, ma'am." He swept her up in his arms, ignoring her squealed protest as this put her directly under the spray of the shower. He turned and let the water run down him too. With that he stepped out and let her legs go, holding her until she found her balance. He wrapped her in a large, fluffy towel and roughly wiped her down, kneeling as he did so.
Levy screamed and grabbed his head as he nipped at her belly with a sneer full of dark promise. He turned serious and licked down below her belly button until she tugged on his hair, bringing his head back up. He looked up her body, judging her expression and deciding not to push the issue, not yet. He'd get there eventually.
Rising, Gajeel stopped to pay homage to her sensitive breasts, making her scream. He loved it. He reached round her and lifted. Levy's legs wrapped around him as he carried her back to the bed, laying her down carefully. "One day, I want to taste you." He whispered.
Levy gave him a look of shock but he could tell she was also intrigued. "And I want my taste on your tongue." He laughed as she groaned and looked mortified he'd say such a thing aloud. Gajeel delighted in teasing her with sexy and very naughty suggestions.
"I thought I was your first!" She wailed after he mentioned something she'd not even read about.
The Dragonslayer laughed darkly. "Men talk." He said vaguely. Just to torment her he reached down for himself, pumping once to find some moisture leaking from him. He brought the potent drop up to her mouth.
Levy clamped her lips shut, shaking her head wildly, though her mind was burning up with the very idea. He rubbed the thick liquid on her bottom lip as she gave him a good glare. It didn't take long, her pink little tongue came out and licked her lips very lightly. Her bronze eyes widened as he took advantage and slipped his finger into her mouth.
Levy hesitated then finally touched him with her tongue. Gajeel's eyes were nearly smoking as he felt that first tentative touch. Before long she began to suck on his finger and his mind nearly melted. He swallowed hard and looked down at her. "I know you're sore …"
Levy answered by spreading her legs wider and letting his hips settle more firmly in the cradle formed there. It was all the invitation he needed.
Levy winced but did not cry out as Gajeel slid deeply into her body, laying claim. She laid her own claim on him, wrapping him tightly in her embrace as he began to move within her.
He was hers. This very complicated man. Her mouth opened and she set her teeth on his shoulder, not biting at first but scraping along lightly. His hips sped up when she didn't protest or push him away. Indeed the soreness was nothing compared to the pleasure building up within her. She pulsed with it.
Levy held on tightly, never wanting the moment to end. But pleasure like that couldn't last. The peak built between them but then erupted as Gajeel gave a very masculine and loud shout of victory and completion. Levy's own small shriek blended right in.
In the hall outside, a certain someone smiled. The yells from inside the room were all the confirmation he needed. Plans could be set in motion now.