Gajeel was going insane. He was sure of it, and he knew exactly where the blame was going; a certain short blue haired mage that staked her claim in his heart and refused to move, no matter how he resisted her charms. No one else clung to it as fiercely she did, not even his cat had that honor. Every now and then, she'd wiggle into his thoughts and distract him with that cute pout she'd give him when he teased her about her height. Or make his heart skip a beat when she'd adjust her adorable glasses on her nose when she was reading, tucking a lock of hair behind one ear, making his fingers itch to do the same thing. Even the expressions that played across her face was fascinating to watch, and he'd always catch himself staring at her, blushing madly as he hoped that no one else had noticed his observations. He'd rarely had that luck, however, and had to dodge the teasing glances from Lily and eye rolls from the others.
But he couldn't deny that her place in his heart was so firm that even his dreams started teasing him, much to his derision when morning came and a cold shower was needed before he could face her. It was impossible to ignore, and with each greeting to Levy he had to stifle the urge that boiled in his lower gut. So some days he sat in silent misery, helpless to the powerful yet addictive feelings that swept over him as she poured over her books, oblivious to his plight.
The urges grew worse one day after Levy dropped that damn book by accident, and he picked it up, fully meaning to return it to her when the cover caught his eye. His curiosity piqued, he flipped open the book, pursing his lips as he glanced over the words. 'Boring as fuck,' he thought idly, beginning to slap the book closed when a phrase flashed in front of his eyes.
'Bound to the bed, she whimpered when he slipped inside her...'
He blinked, unsure if he read the passage right or not, and opened the book again, turning the pages till he found it again, and nearly swallowed his tongue in stunned surprise. 'No way,' he thought disbelievingly, gulping as he read the page. 'No fucking way. Is she really into this?' He couldn't help the shudder of pleasure as the image of Levy doing the naughty things he read popped into his head, and a sudden rush of heat to his lower gut snapped him back into the real world. He had to get out of the streets before people began to question him, or his more than obvious boner.
The roofs of Magnolia were more than welcoming, and he chose a quiet spot where he could finish the book in peace. Confident that not even Lily could find him unless he really tried, he settled down in a shaded spot, cracking it open to where he had left off, biting his lip in anticipation as he scoured over the words.
'She moaned as he kissed her, tasting her sea soaked skin as he lavished her body with the attention she craved, rolling her hips to meet his with the same fervor.'
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, licking his lips. He could only imagine the sound that Levy would make if he was the one kissing her that way. The more he read, the more he could see Levy underneath him, squirming and keening as he made love to her, claiming her both in body and in soul. As the love scene continued, he could feel the effects of such images had on him, and groaned as he stirred, adjusting as his pants grew tighter over his hardening member.
Then came a page that was specifically marked with a blue slip of paper, and a little message. Intrigued, he picked it up to gloss over it, then jolted in surprise when he read the words; "Your favorite part, Lev!"
His eyes whipped back to the book, reading in earnest as he gripped the slip of paper in anticipation. His face exploded in color as the story turned from a rather steamy passage to a downright pornographic fest. He could feel his cock twitch suddenly, and he slammed the book closed, ignoring the echo across the roofs as he groaned, resisting the urge to grab his cock and jerk on it right there. Hissing slightly through his teeth, he stole away to a further private corner to relieve himself, cursing slightly when it surged through him as he shivered. Half of him wished that Levy was there, panting as heavily as him as she clung to his shoulders, just as disheveled as he felt. He gulped as he straightened himself up, wondering how he was going to return the book to her without looking like a lovesick fool ready to pounce on her.
Even if that was exactly what he was. Regardless, the things he read gave him a slightly better idea of what she might like once he finally made the move. He grinned, chuckling as he imagined her reaction. At least his dreams would be better than before, he mused. And with further luck, no longer a dream.