There was silence, long awkward silence hanging between them. Levy silently looked at him, trying to decipher meaning of his words. They both were sitting now, facing each other, still in the same clothes with the evidence on it, disheveled and uneasy. But she didn't feel regret, quite the opposite, she was still in her personal heaven, sated, self-confident and happy. Until he uttered these words.

Was he sorry that she witnessed his dream?

Or the action it led to?

Was it an accident that she misunderstood?

When awake he does not want her anymore?

Screw the guessing, she didn't want to continue dancing around anymore. It may be painful but she will ask.

"What are you sorry for, Gajeel?"

Slayer's eyes acquired a defeated expression, but they didn't leave her face. He was still pale, visibly uncomfortable, but he forced himself to speak, his voice husky and sounded fearful.

"I…, I didn't want you to know that…I feel… think that way about you. Shit! You probably disgusted and doesn't want to be near me now. I… we are friends and being these important for me. You… I want to be near you. You always kind and seem ok to be near me, but I got that you didn't feel this way… I mean you didn't want us to be… lov… close like that… so I settled to be your friend, cause you are for me… I… please, don't throw me away because of this… I'll try to control myself better. I'll never let it happen again. Please, Levy! I..."

"Oh, God!"

She throw herself at his chest, still covered by thin layer of sweat, wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and let tears flow freely from her eyes. Years of fears, doubts, denials and timid hopes, all love she felt, all longings she had – everything washed over her, turning in giant, blinding, incredible happiness. It was all she dreamed for, all she wished for. And she cried harder, gripping forcibly his flash, which still smelled deliciously of sex. He was completely immobile under her, hasn't been knowing how to react, what to do. Levy hold him and shed her happy tears, unable to do or say anything else in this moment. He loved her, he wanted be with her, oh God, she didn't know that it was possible to be so happy.

"Levy?" Gajeel timidly asked at last, lightly patting her back with uncertain hands.

"You are so stupid, so stupid!" She mumbled at his chest, wanting to stay pressed here to the end of her life. "So stupid!"

"W…what?"

She tore her head and looked at his stunned face than lifted her hand, tenderly caressed his cheek, enjoying the feeling that she can do it now. Gajeel stared at her with completely bewildered look, he clearly didn't anticipate that kind of reaction. Levy smiled, letting another wave of happy tears escape her eyes. She can't stop them now.

"Do you know how long I dreamed about that?" His eyes widened more and he again stopped breathing.

"I dreamed about you noticed me, not just a mage who can make you iron, fellow guildmate or council co-worker, who can help with researching and planning parts of work." She took his hand in hers, fascinated that she can touch him as often as she wants now. "I dreamed about your hands holding mine, about your lips, your kisses, your touch. All our time in Council and before in the Guild I dreamed about it. Dreamed about you. To be with you."

"W…what?"

"I love you, Gajeel!"

She raised to her knees that their heads would be at same level and very gently, very slowly joined their lips, giving him time to recover, not wanting to force their first kiss. Few moments later Gajeel's hands embraced her hesitatingly still unsure and his lips started to move with hers. It was tender kiss, long and full of wonder. When they broke apart his eyes locked with hers and he asked, sounding hopeful and uncertain:

"I am not dreaming, right? What you just said, it's real?"

"Yes," she caressed his cheek with her nose than placed it on the crook of his neck. It was the place where she could smell his wonderful scent, feel the warmth of his skin and silk touch of his black traces, which were sticking in all directions now, but still somehow stayed soft and smooth. "You heard everything right. I love you, Gajeel. And I so happy now."

He tenderly lift her and placed in his lap, wrapping his arm so she was encompassed completely. His pants was still wet, she shivered a bit, forcing him embrace her more tightly.

"Me too," he confessed, face hidden in her hair. "Through I still can't believe I am not dreaming. But, even if I am…" he pulled back a little, cupping her head with one hand "You know what? I never let you go! You hear? Never!"

And resolute and possessive tone of his voice was followed by crash of lips and passionate kiss. Levy pulled him and they fell on their sleeping bags, continuing their kissing. He grabbed her ass, she immediately started to untie his belt, both are hot and impatient, full to the brim with desire.

He wasn't particularly slow or gentle when he first entered her, he couldn't. One swift motion and he is fully inside, staying still for a couple of seconds, enjoying feeling to be the one. His nose pressed in the mass of her hair, eyes closed, palms holding her arms. He is inside, they are fucking, he has her, she loves him back. And it's not one of his wild, despaired, sinful dreams. It's real, holy fucking shit, it's real!

Gajeel raised his hips and started to thrust. Right away the fast pace, hard pouncing, accompanied with breathy cursing and deep moans. He couldn't help it, luckily Levy didn't mind. In fact she enjoyed his lovemaking roughness, raising her bended legs to her shoulders to let him deeper penetrate her.

She was in heaven, meeting his hard thrusts, holding to him, feeling heat and sweat. It was exactly as she imagined it, it suited him and just was right for her. And he was right for her despite their height and frames differences.

Some time later, who can tell how many hours passed and who cares anyway, they laid in each other arms. Levy tenderly kissed his chest, which now served as a pillow for her, Gajeel caressed her leg, patting all the way from knee to hip, making stops during each trip to slid a little into more private zone. Each touch gave her temptation to start another round but just lay naked pressed to each other was also delightfully pleasant. She smiled – she wanted everything with and from him at once. But, probably, she should check the time, just to make sure they still have couple of hours for their private things. Or there is easier way, which didn't require unwelcome movements. She glanced toward tent's door, which was swinging slightly thanks to the wind. It didn't take long, when the slit became wider, Levy saw bright light. It undoubtedly was a day light, it means they had to finish their lovemaking for now and get up. She sighed - surely to have an over responsible nature is a huge drawback sometimes.

"Gajeel," Script Mage interrupted her kissing, replacing her lips with her fingers. "We probably should proceed ahead."

"That is suggestion I like!" His rough voice murmured near her ear and his palm immediately dived between her legs.

"Gajeeel," Levy's back arched immediately, legs parted for him. "I…. ahhhh….meant...oh, God…. another proceeding".

"Another can wait" he was working her with 2 fingers now, although she was more than ready even without petting. "Unless you meant ANOTHER proceeding. With your mouth, maybe. Want to suck me?"

"Yes! No! Gajeel! Oh, God!" His cock was inside now. "It's day already. We can't make love all the time. We have duties awaiting us."

"Oh, yeah, we can. And will. All day and every day. At home, in quarters, on missions. I'll fuck you everywhere. And you'll like that. That's my main assigned duty from now on".

"Gajeel!" If the intensity of orgasm can be regarded as indication, she'll surely like it. Was it forth for that night? Fifth? She couldn't tell, last hours were all endless pleasure for her.

"I knew, you like it. And I know you want to continue as much as I do." Gajeel's arms tenderly helped her to get up. "But don't worry, Shorty, I didn't plan to make us kicked out from Council. I like this fucking job too much! By the way do you have the list of yours appointed missions with you?"

"Yes, why?"

Levy's paperwork was an ideal order, whole department knew that.

"Give it to me!" Gajeel grabbed her pen and launched on the list with determined sight, starting to read, comment and vigorously cross out one mission after another.

"Nope. This too. Too far. Too long. Too weird. What? Who dared to suggest you going here? That's with me, ok. That's too. Not. No fucking way! This may stay. Here!"

Levy gave him amused look: "What are you doing?"

"Correcting your jobs."

"Gajeel!"

"What? I warned you that I wouldn't let my treasure out of my sight. If you want to do dangerous jobs, fine, but only with me or Lily!"

She tried to fake irritated look, through in reality she wasn't angry. She liked this dragon's over protective side of him. It was flattering to be regarded as his treasure.

"Are you trying to tell me that I can't do any single missions anymore?"

She wasn't going to submit without a fight. She understood she had to learn be more or less obedient, with Gajeel it can't be otherwise, especially in fight quarters, but not from day 1 and besides he definitely liked her playful resistance. His eyes sparkled with desire again, he licked his lips, devilish grin appeared on them, then leaned to her.

"There are 2 kind of missions you allowed to take. One – to the bookstore. You can go as often as you wish and I even gladly accompany you when I'll have time. Second – to lingerie shop, to peek up something sexy that I will take off from you in the evening or earlier. That's all for the individual ones. All the rest with me. Everything else with me. And it will stay that way for the rest of our lives. Got it, Shorty?"