A/N- Forgive me! (Hides behind notebook) its been forever I know. Gomen! But as part of my self-care routine, I'm implementing writing time. So as I iron (lol) out our first classic over-reaction scene/lovers spat (I admit its been the toughest one to work through so far) I'm leaving you another couple of early releases to tide you over in the mean time!

note this comes in after GMG arc. (Hence post Phantom OBVIOUSLY)

Buckle up lovelies for rated m, lemony content for the forseeable chunk of this part of the story. With interspersed visits from here on.

Chapter??-

She was frought with nerves, " is this even considered and actual date?" Still clutching her boots, she sank into her chair. I don't even know what kind of place this is, I've never heard of it. Levy's thoughts were quickly interrupted by quite a ruckus coming from the floor below.

"...and there's glitter on the floor..."

"Cana, shush. Let's get you upstairs. Come on now, up"

"Oh, Erzy. Lighten up, you should go! Let loose for once!"

She couldn't make out Erza's reply, despite sticking her head into the hall to ensure her comrades successfully navigated the narrow stairwell. Stifling a giggle, she watched the armored fairy carry an overly intoxicated card mage over her shoulder , still mumble-singing something about "taking things off" while swinging her top. Levy sprung out to get the door for them.

"Erm, thank you Levy. Although you should be getting ready."

"Hell Yeah! Little blue gonna get some tonight!"

"CANA, Shush!" Erza shoved her unceremoniously into her room, not bothering to make sure she was unharmed before closing the door. "Try to have fun, and please be safe."

"Of course Erza, and erm, thanks." Why must everyone know everything! Now on top of being nervous, Levy was embarrassed to boot. It's amazing her skin tone hadn't become permanently pinker due to all the increased blood flow of late.

After all that it became alarmingly quiet in the dorms for how early it still was. Vaguely she wondered about the notorious betting pool that no doubt would take place the instant she was on route to Hargeon. It honestly didn't matter how far he asked her to go, to be with him, it was that everyone knew something. But none were telling. But then again when didn't they all know everything! Sometimes, especially with Cana as your closest neighbor, there was no such thing as privacy.

Levy enjoyed the salt coated breeze spraying into her face as she wandered the docks, nearing the address that Mira had handed her with the creepiest smirk. Undoubtedly confused because all she could see were warehouses and shipping crates. Rounding the next mooring, she saw something she definitely wasn't expecting.

There, off a small bridge in the bay, sat a fully refurbished mobile guild of Phantom Lord.

A sign emblazoned "Fairy Phantoms" glaring of the rippling abyss beneath it. She turned, gripping the rail beside her. Feeling anxiety and panic well up within her. Crouching low, drawing slow, deep, cleansing breaths. "Benefit of the doubt Lev, let's go. He's waiting in there."

He was trying not to let his nerves be the breaking of him as he peered out from behind the lush velvet curtains. "Not now you big freaking idiot, here you're still in charge." Gajeel still couldn't fathom how this tiny woman could turn a big bad dragon into a goofy little puppy every time he regained control. He began pacing, smoke rolling from his nostrils.

Rogue placed a hand on his shoulder, "She's outside, give her a second, she's in a bit of shock."

"Everything in order then, Rios? Can't afford to screw this up now..."

"Yes sir, other than she ran a little late."

"Dismissed. And to try to relax and enjoy yourself this evening brother," Gajeel exhaled as though he'd been holding his breath since he'd invited her. Rogue exiting as silently as he'd entered. As he finished unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie, the scent of tangerine, green tea and mint tinged slightly with a fresh salted breeze reached his senses. Like balm to a burn, his apprehension melted away as the last of the smoke dissipated from the air.

Shit or bust time Steel, here goes nothing.