A/n It supposed to be oneshot, but it became too long for such, and I decided to split it into 2 parts. If you see a mistake, please, let me know, English still isn't my native language.

One dream to happiness

They spent too many efforts chasing these two culprits.

2 days of tracking down, 3 more to pursuit then an actual fight, which also was long and hard as one of the criminals used some kind of curse magic and other could manipulate reality, creating dozens of clones. They won, of course, targets were captured, immobilized and delivered to council's jail in that district. But they were dreadfully exhausted, especially Gajeel, who, due to his captain's position and physical superiority, had to do most of the work.

Levy supported him, guided him, fed him and watched he didn't push himself beyond his limits. Still it was he, who fulfilled all physically difficult part and he was haggard. That's why he has been long snoring after collapsing above their placed nearby slipped bags and Scrip Mage was still awake, occupied with preparing report, writing down details and analyzing this mission to make next ones easier.

They decided to head back home immediately, through councilmen in Triora tried their best to persuade them to stay the night and take a rest. But they really spent too much time chasing these two elusive criminals and circumstances in the Capital were tough, Gajeel was needed there. So Fairy Tail's mages – both kept emblem of their disbanded guild – had ordered their tired legs to move a couple of hours more before camping in the forest.

Exhausted Dragon felt asleep the moment his body touched the ground. Levy, through strongly tempted to join him, settled to finish her part of the job. With her back to him, because it was slightly difficult to concentrate otherwise, she scribed down every detail, which may be important and helpful.

When she finally had finished a few hours later she quietly changed into her sleeping clothes and curled near her teammate. Gajeel, who didn't bothered to change, slept half naked. His coat was thrown near the bed along with his shirt, but he still was in his uniform pants. Sleeping habit she rather appreciated, she liked the view of his bare chest.

Lying next but carefully keeping a little distance between them Levy allowed herself to admire her captain – he was her superior in missions of that kind, but she just like to call him so and he was pleased with this as well – partner and friend. They came a long way, were close now and through not so close as she wanted deep in her heart, she kept saying herself that she was ok with it.

They were friends, almost inseparable, except when one of them was on an individual mission, and these occasions were scarce, but there was no romantic intercourse between them. Gajeel never showed that he was interested they become more than friends and she was too shy to attempt first step and besides as time passed she got more and more sure that he didn't see anything tempting and womanly attractive in her. It was a depressing thought, but till topic remained unclear she can hope. Self-deception, probably, but it was better for her than direct rejection.

But now when he was half naked and asleep she can indulge her secret desires. Her eyes caressed his wonderfully shaped shoulders and arms, then moved to his chest, glued to the mussels, toned skin on which shined appealingly in the moonlight. Then moved to his small nipples that peeked out from under the blanket, inviting her to lower and cover one of them with her lips, sucking while playing with the tip using her tongue… she shuddered and forced herself to look up, to his face, which looked relaxed, peaceful, so handsome. He started to shift slightly some time ago, lips parted, breathing ragged, few couples of sweat appeared on his forehead. 'Must be dreaming of something' she thought 'probably replaying the fight'.

Unable not to stare at him, she turned, trying to get rid of these consuming emotions. It wasn't first time she experiences them and lately they started to invade her mind more often, bringing craving which was harder and harder to suppress. But she had to, he wasn't hers, and she absolutely didn't want to ruin their friendship with some stupid sexually driven blunder, so she closed her eyes calling sleep and even managed to reach some kind of dizzy state till she heard a moan behind her and second later felt Gajeel's body pressed tightly to her back.

She froze not knowing what to do. Should she wake him up? It was embarrassing, but so pleasant and tempting. She instantly got a goosebumps due to the contact of their skin, his hot breath touched her neck, feeling as if he caressed her there.

His hands had raised and wrapped around her, pushing her closer to him, her butt now pressed firmly against his… 'Oh, God' Levy realized what this hard part of his body which now was grinding against her ass exactly was. He moaned again, this time incoherently mumbling something.

'Ok' she tried to think 'He is having a wet dream. Do I want to know about whom? Probably, not. Can I stay the way we now are? Would be better if I won't. How to escape from this situation?'

She tried tentatively to slip away from his arms, they tightened more, he bend over, placed his mouth to her neck and she heard long husky moan, which ended with deep throaty growling: "Oh yes, Levy, more".

She froze again. 'What? Is he dreaming about me? ME?'

He answered her inner question by moaning her name again, hands grabbing her flesh – one on the thigh, other lifted her loose nightshirt, finding and covering her right breast.

'Oh, God'

She wanted and absolutely didn't want him to wake up. She wished that he'll stop and silently begging him to continue dreaming. He rubbed harder, holding her close, nuzzling her neck. She had to bit her lips to hold back the moans.

Arousal wasn't unfamiliar concept for Script Mage, she has long been accustomed to the reactions which Gajeel's body elicited in her core. But such closeness, his labored breathing, moans and words, his erect cock rubbing against her… Levy never was so turned on. She wanted him, she needed to feel him, damn, she couldn't control her desires.

She took his hand, brought it to her face, kissing slowly, tracing the center with her tongue then put two of his fingers into her mouth, starting to suck, nearly melting from pleasure. She loved the scent of his skin, and the taste was oh so good and he liked that, it was obvious from his intensified moans.

"So good, so fucking good. Levy, baby, I wanna fuck you forever" he panted in her ear.

And this was it, she couldn't resist anymore, she licked his fingers once more, then guided his hand down and placed it between her parted legs. There was blazing fire by now along with dripping puddle. His touch, she has to feel it, she couldn't wait any longer.

Pressing his large hand to her lower lips and clit she started to grind. The skin of his palms was slightly rough, which created incredible sensations. He moaned something, she didn't heard. She was deaf to everything, lost in pleasure.

It took less than a minute and orgasm shook her. She convulsed, clutching his arm, stabbing her teeth into his biceps. She vaguely sensed Gajeel's body trembled behind her almost synchronously, wetness tickling heated skin on her ass.

As she slowly came to her senses she became aware of dead silence that now surrounded them, the only sound was her breathing. She slowly turned to be greeted by Gajeel's white face. Mouth open, eyes wide, they both looked down to his soaked in her juices hand and large wet spot on his pants, blankets had long since slid off their bodies. Slayer's face turned completely white, he made hectic movements with his hands as if trying to cover sperm stain, but eventually gave up.

"Shit!" He mumbled, frantically searching something in her eyes: "Levy, I am sorry. I am so sorry!"