Prompt; Drunken Kiss

She could taste the liquor on his breath; it was almost as potent as drinking the shots Mirajane had been serving up all night. She gasped, fighting for air as his lips covered hers again, desperately kissing her as she clung to him. She was nearly engulfed by the drunken dragon slayer, but somehow he'd managed some awareness as to not crush her into the wall. He'd snuck up behind her in the hallway, catching her by surprise when he caught her arm and interrupted her journey to her room.

"Gajeel! What-?" was all she was able to ask before he leaned over, gently grasping her face and pulling her close, latching his lips onto hers. She nearly swooned, leaning into him as the heat of his lips began to reflect in her cheeks. It was all she could do to keep from fainting as she wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his long raven locks. She stiffened, barely biting back a moan of surprised pleasure as his tongue began to foray into her mouth, groaning slightly as she nipped at him. His arms slid around her petite torso, and lifted her easily off the ground, pressing her against the wall. His lips traveled to her neck as her legs encircled him, giving her a sturdy grip on him.

"G-gajeel, what are you doing?" she breathed, sucking in a gasp as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh under her ear, giving way to his tongue. He rocked his hips against her, and she twitched, quietly shuddering as she suddenly had her answer. Her embrace tightened, and she responded, gently rocking her own hips, her breathing quickening. She lipped at his earlobe, running her tongue around the piercings. He groaned, biting her neck slightly harder as he ran his hands down her back, sliding them under her ass and squeezed.

Startled, she let out a squeak, and leaned back from him, her face glowing a brilliant red. The soft dazed look from seduction changed into the irritable scowl that he'd come to adore from the mage, and he kissed her again, softly this time. He brushed his nose against hers, sighing as she relaxed, pulling him close again.

"Gajeel, the others," she whispered, pressing her face into his neck as he nibbled her jawline, humming as he squeezed her ass again. He chuckled deeply, his husky voice causing her heart to stutter as he pushed her into the wall again. She moaned, unable to resist the pressure against her thighs.

"Don't care," he mumbled, sliding one hand from under her and teasing the hemline of her blouse, his fingers hot on her skin. The presence of his bulge was beginning to be too much for her to bear, and she flailed for sanity as she rolled her hips up, biting her lip.

"You're drunk, of course you don't care," she hissed in his ear, nearly panting from eagerness. She too, was nearly past caring as his fingers trailed further up, exploring the soft expanse of her belly. He brushed just underneath the swell of one breast, and she leaned her head back, gulping back a cry as his lips clamped onto her neck again, sucking vigorously. Vaguely aware of what he was doing, she chided herself for hiding the scarf she'd thrown across her room, forgetting that he loved marking her when they made love. She huffed then, stifling the keen she was about to unleash when his thumb skimmed under her bra, teasing her nipple and scraping his nail across the sensitive tip.

"But I do, so you got a choice, Gajeel," she said, bumping her forehead against his softly, earning an annoyed glance from him.

"And that is?" he asked, tugging on her bra with his forefinger, grinning when Levy arched her back slightly and fluttered her eyes, lost in the swirl of sensations as he bucked his hips into her. Breathlessly, she clutched at him and licked her lips.

"Your room, or mine?"