Be warned for immediate smut! That is all.

Oh, and blood. Sorry.

The celebrations at the guild hall have been going on for a few hours now. We're definitely not the "sit down dinner and speeches" sort of crowd, so everyone got stuck into drinking and dancing pretty much straight away. There's so many people here that nobody noticed Gajeel whisking me away upstairs. Well, apart from Erza and Jellal, but they were so wrapped up in each other as they hurried into one of the bedrooms that I doubt they care. Somehow, we've ended up in a storage closet for towels and bedding. It's cramped and dark, but in our surging primal need for each other, it's perfect.

"We should – ah! Mmm...we should get back downstairs..." I gasp, bucking my hips against the fingers moving inside me. I'm braced against the wall for support, my dress hiked up to my waist and a foot on Gajeel's shoulder as he kneels before me, pleasuring me with fingers and tongue.

"Fuck that," he murmurs, before dragging his tongue over me again. I utter a sharp cry and throw my head back. God, it feels so good and so naughty. I can hear bedsprings creaking in the next room and Erza's moans, which, if I'm honest, are a massive turn on. Gajeel grins against my lower lips, pausing for a moment. "I'm going to make you louder than Titania, shrimp. You wait and see."

"Gajeel!" It was supposed to be a disapproving tone, but it comes out as a lusty moan instead as his tongue works me frantically towards release. My belly gives a clench as I feel myself falling over the edge, and with a scream, I clutch Gajeel's hair, riding out the waves of pleasure and rocking my hips hard against his ministrations.

Slowly, Gajeel pulls back, looking up at me triumphantly. "Told you. But we're not done yet." He yanks a towel off a shelf and wipes my release from his lips and fingers while I lean back, panting, slowly coming down from my high.

A faint clinking tells me he's undoing his belt, which snaps me back to reality. I drop down to my knees and prise the belt open before undoing the button on his suit trousers and pulling them down along with his boxers. His erect length springs free and my mouth is on him in an instant, sucking him to the back of my throat and making him groan loudly. "You're so fucking good at this," he gasps out as he grabs my hair tightly with one hand. I would hope so, since I love pleasing him like this! I roll my tongue around the head and bring a hand up to stroke and caress what I can't fit in my mouth as his hips start to move, pushing himself in further. His sharp, shaky breaths are sweet music to my ears.

Erza suddenly gives a particularly loud moan from next door and Gajeel scowls. "Damn woman, she's putting me off..."

"We'll make this quick then," I giggle, pulling back. Gajeel nods, reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and fumbling around. He produces a foil packet that he quickly rips open before rolling the contents onto himself. "Didn't want to risk messing your dress up," he explains when he sees me staring at him with raised eyebrows.

"You're so considerate," I laugh in response, not even bothering to question why he had a condom in his pocket in the first place. I stand and yank him forwards to bring him into a deep kiss, letting my hands roam his powerful chest. He tries to lift one of my legs up but I shake my head, pushing him back again. Now it's his turn to cock an eyebrow as he watches me quizzically. Flashing him a teasing smile, I turn myself around to lean against a pile of boxes, pulling my dress back up to my waist before resting my head on my elbows, looking back over my shoulder at him.

"Holy fuck, woman," he growls, grabbing my hips. "The things you do to me..." With one thrust, he buries himself inside me and I almost scream at the sheer intensity of pleasure suddenly coursing through my body. His thrusts aren't rough, but they aren't gentle either, giving enough to drive me crazy without being too much for my poor pregnant self to take. He knows me so well now. My arms drop to lie flat on the boxes and I rest my brow against them, unable to quieten my moans.

"Louder," Gajeel orders, moving a hand round to squeeze one of my breasts through my dress. The added stimulation is enough to increase my volume, and now I'm crying out in ecstasy as I desperately push back, grinding my hips against his and provoking a series of hissed curses from him. He's close, I can feel his grip starting to tremble. Continuing to push back, I clench my muscles tightly around him, increasing the friction for us both. This time he lets out an almighty growl, descending into a low, satisfied moan. A few quick thrusts and he comes to a shuddering halt, panting out my name, as I close my eyes and savour the deep pulsing within me that signals his climax.

Slowly, he lowers his body over mine, pressing kisses to my cheeks, my neck, anywhere he can reach. "I just can't get enough of you," he whispers.

I arch my back and sigh softly, enjoying the gentle touch. "What is it with us and having sex in random places?" I giggle.

"I like it," he replie, nuzzling me.

"Me too."

Gajeel lets out a heavy breath and rests his forehead on my shoulder blade. "So...Mrs Redfox...it's about time we rejoined the celebrations, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." Pulling my hips forward, Gajeel slips out of me and I start rummaging around for wherever he threw my underwear. "I wonder if Erza and Jellal are still going at it?" I listen for a moment, but it seems to be silent next door.

Gajeel tilts his head to the side, frowning as he cleans himself up. His Dragon Slayer hearing is a lot better than mine. "...They're done. Maybe he'll be a little less broody now and Erza will smile more, eh?" He bares his teeth in an amused grin.

"Wow, you almost sound caring," I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Now now, wifey mine, don't go putting words in my mouth like that." A hand lightly spanks my backside. "Come on, downstairs before Mira comes up and finds us again."

"Just a sec." I smooth my dress down over my bump and press a hand to it, feeling the faint movements from the twins. They're still quiet, even after our exertions. Everyone has told me that's normal as they get bigger, but still, I guess I'll have Wendy check me over when we go down. Gajeel pushes open the closet door and exits first, his footsteps heavy on the stairs leading back into the main hall.

A few minutes later, after rearranging the closet and hiding any evidence, I emerge as well. As I pass by the next room, the door opens and Erza pokes her head out, looking distinctly ruffled. "Erza, your makeup is smudged!" I tell her, pointing to her face while trying not to burst into a fit of giggles. Her ponytail is also lopsided and there's a giant hickey on her neck. Dear lord, someone please feed Jellal!

"Oh, um...thanks, Levy." She's completely plastered, she can barely focus on me. "Is it safe to come out now?"

"It was always safe to come out! What on earth was he doing to you in there?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me what he was doing to you," she smirks. My face flushes bright red and she laughs. "Later, okay? I uh, need to clean up."

"You certainly do!" I reply. She gives me a tipsy smile and withdraws back into the room, leaving me to start downstairs, rubbing my belly with a frown. I'm aching a little now, which isn't a usual occurrence after sex. It might have been the position, I don't know. But my back is hurting too...then again, that's normal given how huge I am now.

Reaching the main hall, I glance about for Wendy, and I spot her in conversation with her friend Sherria from Lamia Scale. Nobody has noticed me come down, so hopefully I can avoid questions! The ache in my belly is increasing quite rapidly now...it doesn't feel much like a contraction. Whatever it is, I don't like it! I wander over to the bar and get a glass of water from Kinana, who eyes me with concern. Is the pain showing on my face? Okay, I really need to get Wendy. Am I going into labour? Was having sex a bad idea?

Sudden fear floods me. Gajeel...where's Gajeel?!

Something is wrong, I just know it. I...I feel faint...

"Levy!" A pair of slender arms grab me and I look up into the startled eyes of Lucy. By now my breathing is heavy and I can feel a sudden dampness down below. Did I spill my water? "Levy!" she exclaims, gazing at me worriedly. "You almost fell over! Are you okay?"

"Lu..." My head feels like it's in the clouds and my stomach is agonisingly tender as I clutch at it. "I don't feel too well...I think I need to sit down-" But I'm cut off as a scream rents the air. Lucy. Lucy is screaming, eyes wide and fearful. "Lu?"

"Levy, you're bleeding!"

Horror stabs me in the heart.

Bleeding?

Not quite understanding, I look down slowly at the red stain spreading up the hem of my dress. Oh god, what's happening?! There's a crowd around us, Lucy is screaming for Wendy, clutching me, and now Gajeel is by my side, then Wendy, but I'm...I'm having trouble focusing...

My babies...are my babies going to be okay...?

As I start to drift into unconsciousness, I hear two voices above the terrified babble.

"We need to get these babies out now! Sherria, I need you!"

"What the fuck is going on?! Levy! Levy!"

Oh wow. I will admit, my heart was pounding as I wrote this. It's been a long time since my work has had that effect on me.

Now, I have to say this - your baby's movements should not slow down or become fainter in the third trimester. Or ever. Yet expectant mothers are still often told that it's normal as the baby or babies start to run out of room. This is a very dangerous bit of "advice." I wanted to include it here because A) not every pregnancy is perfect and risk-free, nor are expectant mothers properly educated and B) I'm a sucker for drama. Also it's kind of ironic I suppose; you'd expect Levy to be aware of this through reading, but books aren't always right!

If your baby's movement patterns change, decrease or you stop feeling movement, please please please call your midwife or delivery unit right away. The Kicks Count charity is a fabulous place to visit if you want to learn more.

Please let me know what you think. Hopefully this wasn't too traumatic for anyone to read.

Tia