"So much for the three date rule." Orga said, smirking into her hair as Levy trailed kisses along his neck. They were back from their mission a lot earlier than anticipated. As Orga predicted, He and Shadow Gear worked extremely well together. The client was so impressed that he gave the team the second part of this mission and a three day tickets to the hot spring resort at Akane.

The Summer Seasons Resort was a luxurious compared to the Akane Resort that the guild would typically stay. Each suite had a small living room area and a master bedroom with two king-sized beds. Jet, Droy, and Orga roomed together in the master bedroom while Levy slept on a fold-out sofa.

What was supposed to be a relaxing trip was turning into sweet agony, starting with the first day of their impromptu vacation. Orga made sure he was on his best behavior. Throughout the mission, he was focused solely on the task ahead ignoring all that had transpired between Levy and himself. By the time they arrived at the resort, he was tense, sexually frustrated, and unable to rid the image of Levy semi-nude body.

The team arrived to resort sometime around ten o'clock at night on the first day. Jet and Droy went to bed immediately. Orga was unable to sleep and since the hot springs were open 24 hours, he opted to give his sore muscles a good soak before he went to bed.

He was half hoping that a hot springs was a good enough replacement for a hot body. Oh how he wanted her! Wanted to feel her warm breath tickling his ear as he kissed the sensitive line down her neck.

The very thought of her had him tenting bad. Distracted, he didn't realize that he walked into the women's bath with the object of his dreams in her full naked glory.

She seemed to have the same idea. "Orga?" Levy blushed, immediately covering her breast and sinking into the water. Her sweet, inexperienced gestures indicative of self-consciousness were s driving him mad with need.

He should apologize, but he couldn't because he felt he had nothing to apologize for.

"Thank you."

"Thank you?" Levy started to laugh. "Why are you thanking me?"

Orga was quiet, arousal and desire etched onto his face. "Reasons," he said, finally coming up with an answer of some sort.

"Maybe I should ask him." Her eyes moving down on its own accord to the fully erected tent in his towel-covered waist and she subconsciously bit her bottom lip.

Fully aroused, Orga's eyes were glued to her and he remained fixed to his spot at edge of the pool. Levy could tell that he was trying to process what was happening and was confused on how to proceed. She as enjoying this way too much. She hadn't felt this bold and sexy in a long, long time and, quite honestly, she missed it.

Despite her better judgment, she wanted to pleasure and tease him and be pleasured in return. She made a decision.

Levy rose out of the water before turning around to grab the towel that was sitting on a rock. She may not have the luscious curves that some of the women have been blessed with, but she had shapely backside. The knowledge that her behind was her most powerful asset fueling her on

Levy can feel him melting under her gaze as she wrapped the towel around her body. "Meet me in the co-ed baths?" She lingered in front of him, long enough to graze her fingertips along his chiseled abs before she walked towards the direction of the exit.

"The Night that started it all."

That's what Orga had officially dubbed it, not completely sure if that "night" was the start of a physical relationship with Levy or the painful week of the worst case of blue balls known to man.

As promised, he went to meet up with her at co-ed baths only to find that she was already joined by her two teammates. Levy gave him an apologetic look and served him a cup of hot sake as a peace offering.

Orga genuinely liked her best friends. He really did. As endearing as they were, the two were the biggest cock blockers to the male ego. They constantly fawned over Levy and they rarely left her alone. He couldn't completely understand Shadow Gear's dynamic, but he respected Levy's decision to keep the two in the dark about their relationship.

Now they were in her apartment, naked and intimately entwined in other's arms. In that short week and a series of awkward and heartfelt exchanges, they had both decided that neither of them were ready to be in a committed relationship. Yet they couldn't deny the fact that they were both were romantics at heart, craving more than just the physical aspects of a relationships.

So, naturally, they agreed to be each other's crutch. It may have sounded so clinical and impersonal, but the two were each in a relationship with damaged people. It was safe to say that at some point, they have lost the true meaning of what a caring relationship can look like. The crutch would act as a help ease the other back into the dating scene. To rid themselves of the damage that attracted scum.

They were in a weird, consensual limbo. Neither of them were willing to involve their respective guilds, She did give a hint to Jet and Droy, but she was unwilling to divulge her entire secret. Levy did not want to be interrogated by Mirajane or the rest of their girls, knowing that that their casual arrangement would be entirely misunderstood.

The one perk in not living in Fairy Hills anymore was being able to have a male over. After an official date, they found themselves at her apartment, officially abandoning the no sex until the three date rule.

"Isn't this our first date?" she quiered, more to herself than to him.

Orga pulled away to give her a long, passionate kiss. "This mission was more of a week long date." He slid his big calloused hands up her shirt, relishing the smooth feel of her alabaster skin, and pulled the shirt over her head. Meanwhile, her delicate hands did some travelling of its own and to the zipper of his pants. Carefully, she tugged the zipper down while she sucked on his bottom lip. Orga was so focus on the softness of her lips that he didn't notice her working on the button of his pants. Finally undoing the button, she slid his pants down and hooked the hem of his boxer shorts.

He stopped kissing her, regaining his awareness to notice that he was almost bottomless and the object of his affection looking at him. Her eyes were coy and filled with lust, but her movements were shy and inexperienced. Orga thought it was absolutely adorable. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation.

"Are you sure?" Orga asked, gently grabbing her by the shoulders and she responded with a nod. He made her lay down and, on instinct, her arms covered her breast.

"No." He gave her a gentle reprimand before he laced her fingers with his and pinned them by her head. "I want to see you."

She looked away and he can sense her insecurities.

"You're beautiful." He kiss her on her cheek.

"You're amazing." He kissed her on the neck.

"You're a goddess." He tilted her face towards his and kissed her. Orga took his time enjoying the kiss, feeling the anger and frustration that he had held onto for so long dissipate.

It might have been a crutch, but he can feel himself start to heal and he hoped he could provide the same for his equally vulnerable lover.

He sat against the shared wall of the apartment, knees drawn up to his chest. For the first time in his life, he cursed himself for being a dragon slayer. He can hear what was going on next door, wondering who was making love to her. Every sigh and moan sent daggers deep into his heart.

He did this to himself. The knowledge that his insecurities and his unwillingness to clarify his feelings had driven her into the arms of another man.

Deep intakes of breath was not helping quell the anger that was rising from his chest.

"Are you ready?" He heard the muffled voice of another man ask her before she dragged out another sexy moan. His insides churned in disgust, knowing that the man was penetrating his shrimp. He imagined the faceless man's lips kissing her all over her perfect body and hands that worshipped her beautiful ass.

Gajeel remembered that she was a virgin, her grunts of pain were a good indication. He can image her hot breaths quivering and shaking with need and lust. He felt his heart shred into pieces, but it was her moans that did him in.

"Uh, uh, uh, ow." Lily was right. He hadn't spoken to her in months. Listening to her speak through these walls have made him felt like he was a part of her life. He loved her voice and when it was filled with pleasure it melded into a beautiful crescendo of desire and lust all directed towards a stranger. Gajeel had to face the truth: he was a mere spectator. He, Gajeel, was just a stalker.

Gajeel couldn't take it anymore. He had to get out of their even if he had nowhere to go. Slipping on some clothes and his boots, he fled to the guild first only to find that it was closed for the night. He wandered the emptstreets. Everything was dead to world at 2:00 in the morning. Feeling sleeping, he somehow ended up in the park.

Gajeel walked around looking for a place to sleep when he came upon that tree. He looked up to see that the scars were still visible even after a decade since he bolted her to it. Tired, he sat with his back against the trunk, finally letting sleep overtake him.