Levy, Gajeel

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Take me

Ice cube agonizingly slow slid down her skin. It traveled from a sensitive spot behind her ear, teased the side of her neck, left cold tingled path along her collarbone and proceeded lower, lower, till reached the mound of her right breast. Here it rested few endless seconds, then started to circle the globe repeatedly as a predator haunting around his caught prey. She leaned forward, wanting to feel his fingers holding it and instantly the ice disappeared to land in swift motion accurately on her nipple, forcing her to arch her back wantonly and moan huskily with parted lips.

"Ahh..."

Script Mage sounded shaky and aspirated, her chest ablaze under assault of ice rubbing the pick, melting against her skin, wetting it with burning chilling. Sensation intensified when she felt hot breath hovered above her other nipple, just breath, teasing promise of coming touch. He blew on it, watching how light caress hardened the button more then covered it with his lips and immediately began to suck, occasionally adding light bites with his sharp teeth.

"Ahh..."

It is divine to be caressed by him.

He never should stop, never his palms and mouth should disengage from her body.

She never can have enough!

"Ahh..."

Her hands flied and grabbed his shoulders despaired to touch any part of him she could reach. She lost one hand in his hear, letting the other move along his skin and tried to pull him up wanting to bring something of him, any part, closer to her hungry mouth. He didn't budge, didn't react, concentrating solely on her breasts. The tongue swirled the nipple again slightly rougher this time and ice continued to melt, prompted the drops to roll down her side. Then the remains of frozen water unexpectedly left her skin only to appear moment later on her underbelly.

"Ahh..."

it was the area where her inner heat blazed the most, making her skin oversensitive to each touch. And, as chilling drops hastened down to her shamelessly parted throbbing legs, she felt powerful wave of approaching orgasm, crashing down, threatening to engulf her and he even didn't put a single finger on or near her womanhood yet.

Laud moan broke from her lips, drumming all over the space. It was so lewd it startled her, Script Mage jumped and froze in her tangled bed, trying to regain her sense, her sight slowly adjusting to dim light. She was inside her tent, entangled in her shits, aroused, sweaty and alone. Total silence surrounded her, thick and dark, except for the hammering of her frantic heartbeat.

She glanced at the entrance of her tent, still as she left it when she got inside. The space around seemed intact, equally silent and quiet. 'He heard or not?' Her dream was so vivid and wet and their tents were strategically placed rather close. What would he do if he heard? She closed her eyes imagining that his massive muscle form slipped through entrance and approached her bed, starring at her with lust. Then he would wordlessly throw himself on her, trapping her under his deliciously heavy weight, squeeze her in his mighty arms and start to kiss, passionately, impetuously, using his tongue and teeth. And she'll let him bite and suck, enjoying every mark he left on her skin, but she won't let his marvelous kisses to distract her from her main prize. She would instantly grab his belt and start to undo it to free his cock. And in no time he is inside her, trusting frantically as wild with desire as she.

"Ahh" Levy moaned again, letting her imagination warm her up even more. Night clothes soaked through and this was extremely uncomfortable, so she removed them, completely naked and ready to go. Her hot dotted with sweat chest now exposed to chilly night air, blanket only hanging sloppily over her wet womanhood. She placed her hand on her clit and started to rub, trying to stay quit and discreet, but soon was so carried away that completely forgot to control the noises she was making. He felt here, right here, inside her. He…

Rushed steps and rustle of tent's door, which she never heard. Then gruff worried voice sounding pleasantly close.

"Levy, you all right? You moa..."

She missed when he hurriedly entered her tent and made a step toward her bed before freezing with open mouth when his brain at last registered what he was seeing. She looked at him, her oh so much desired dark muscle god, clad only in boxers, in all his sinful sexy glory.

Her tent is small and he is close, she could reach and her mind is so clouded that she just did so. Small fingers without hesitation grabbed the waistband of his underwear and tug him along. He is stunned so much that he succumbed automatically, nearly falling on her body.

"L..Levy," he tried again not sure what he wants to say. She is staring at him, his confused but already blurred with desire eyes, bare fast moving chest, hands that seems in a loss what to do with themselves and outline of his cock, eager and hard, making a bulge in his underwear. He called for her, begging for touch and she obliged, leaning on her elbows and bending forward. She palmed him, squeezed and stroked, seeing him shiver and gasp, stroked again, and his legs gave up, bringing him at last at her full disposal.

And instantly her arms twisted around him and she laid her mouth on the nearest place to it and began her worshiping of his trembling incredible body. He still in shock but slowly started to respond groping her flesh, accompanying the process with long husky growls.

"Gajeel," Levy was too aroused to bother about proprieties and shyness and everything else and she grabbed the waistband of his boxers again and yanked them off his body. She pulled his buttocks closer, adjusting her legs, and grabbed his length, guiding him to her entrance.

"Please, I want to be yours."

Looking straight into his eyes she whispered her deepest wish and his breath hitched. Everything froze but it was a short act. Then he growled and pounced on her, fulfilling her request in one powerful motion.

"Ahh..."

"Fuck! Oh, fuck, Levy!"

"Yes! Yes! Ahh,... more, Gajeel, more!"

It was divine to be caressed by him.

To be fucked by him is even better.

And she's not going to stop, never going to stop!

Now, when she got him, she'll never let him go.

A/n

Council time.

Seems unlikely? Probably, you are right.

But quiet and shy persons are often hide interesting surprises, why deny Levy hers? Mashima granted his permision by skipping this piece of time. And, personally I like the image of such astounded Gajeel. :)