Levy was glowing in the moonlight, and Gajeel wondered if he had stepped into a fairy tale when he saw her. He shook his head, muttering as he finally moved from the spot he had frozen to when he had entered the room. 'Must be more tired than I thought,' he mused, pulling his tie off as quietly as he could. Fortunately, the little blue haired woman remained blissfully asleep as her husband tiptoed around the bed, careful not to stumble over objects hidden by the dark. His duffel had been abandoned in the living room to be dealt with in the morning.

He had just returned from a rather long business trip, something that both had hated despite the money he had earned. Levy had whined earlier that Snapchat wasn't enough, she needed him where she could always touch him. He had laughed at her, teasing that she was far too clingy for her own good. Little did she know, Gajeel was half a thought away from buying the next flight home immediately when he heard her words. He needed her just as badly.

He hadn't told her that he was coming home early; that the meeting had ended a day early and that he would be coming home that night. She'd only known that his original flight was coming in the next afternoon, so holding back this little secret was almost too much for him. Yet he had made it, and now as he crept around the edge of the bed, he couldn't hold back a grin as he imagined her reaction to waking up next to him in the morning. He shucked his shirt, biting his lips as he tugged at his belt buckle as quietly as he could, eager to toss his pants into the corner so he could crawl into bed.

His breath stilled when he pulled the duvet back from his sleeping wife, and all thoughts of not disturbing her very nearly went out the window. She was nude save for the thin lacy panties that he liked; moonlight bathed her creamy pale skin, adding to the ethereal effect she had on him. She looked so soft, so irresistible, that he had difficulty not reaching out to touch her. When had she started sleeping in the nude? Her chest rose slightly, and heat flooded his senses, washing over his shoulders and sweeping down his stomach, pooling in his gut. He could feel his boxers beginning to stretch over his member, a testament to how much he missed her.

Gulping heavily, he crawled into bed, gingerly so that she wouldn't stir, pulling the duvet over them. Just as he was wrapping his arm over her to pull her close, she stirred, stretching her arms over her head and rolled into him, nuzzling her face into his shoulder before blinking blearily.

"Gajeel?" She asked, her voice thick from sleep. He mentally cursed himself for not being careful enough. He sighed, rumbling a soft greeting as he buried his nose in her hair, breathing in the sweet smell of lavender and rose soap. He could feel her eyelashes kiss his collar bone as she became fully awake, lifting her head to look at him closer. He could almost see her smile glow as her lips tugged up at the corners, and he braced himself as she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I thought you were coming back later," she breathed, laughter replacing the tiredness in her voice. "Or am I dreaming that you're home?"

He smiled, barely able to stifle a pleased laugh as he held her close, pulling her on top of him as he rolled over onto his back. He kissed her cheek, brow, jaw and finally her lips as he shook his head. "Nah, got off early, didn't wanna wait," he murmured, running his hands down her back and over her derriere, squeezing gently as she hummed in appreciation. She kissed his chest, hugging him as he slipped his finger under the hemline of her panties, tugging at the lace as they skimmed her skin lightly.

"I gotta ask though," he murmured, burying his nose in her hair. "When did you start sleeping in nothing but your skin? Not that I'm complaining..." She giggled, then propped her chin on his chest, gazing at him. Her hair sparkled in the moonlight, and he inhaled as she pressed her lips together.

"I couldn't find any of my favorite shirts to sleep in," she admitted, shrugging gently.

"You mean my shirts that you sleep in," he corrected. Levy had a habit of wearing his shirts to bed more than her own pjs. He wasn't sure why, but he usually didn't complain since he loved seeing her wear them, and sometimes only them. He grunted as she nodded shyly, and smooched her on the forehead.

"Can't help it," she mumbled. "They're more comfortable than my own." A cheeky grin flashed across her face, and she rolled her hips slowly over his stomach. She sat up then, relishing in his surprised look, biting back a laugh of pleasure as he gulped. His hands slid over her thighs, thumbs still tucked under her panties. Her own fingers slipped over his stomach, traveling over his hands and up her skin, grazing over the soft swells of her breasts and down again.

"Something tells me that you were waiting for me longer than I expected," he croaked, his eyes following her fingers as she swept them up again, swirling them over her nipples. His throat was going dry, and he could feel his erection demanding attention as she rolled her hips again. His thumbs stroked her nether lips apart, and she moaned lightly as he tweaked her clit.

"Perhaps I was, perhaps we both were," she gasped, cupping her breasts. "So, what are you going to do about it?" She was nearly panting as his thumbs continued their caress, and Gajeel could take it no longer. He flipped them over, causing Levy to squeak in surprise as he propped himself over her, growling playfully.

"Whatever I want, Lev," he rumbled before leaning down to claim her mouth with his.