"Turn this way! That's it, and don't forget to smile!"

Gajeel could feel his blood pressure beginning to spike as he watched Levy roll slightly to face the photographer and smile nervously. She still wasn't quite used to wearing such an outfit in public, saving the skin showing for their private times. The outfit was definitely smaller than anything she'd worn to date, as far as he knew.

He was lucky that the pants he was wearing were loose enough to hide the hard-on he'd gotten when he first saw her. He could barely hide the nervous gulp as his eyes traveled up and down her body, pausing at the most tempting parts. He knew he was making her uncomfortable with the staring, and he'd torn his eyes away many times, only to find himself staring at her again.

"Alright, perfect! Now Gajeel, will you stop glaring at me and try to smile?" the photographer sighed exasperatedly. The Slayer only shot him a death look in response, folding his arms over his chest in utter defiance. So far, he hadn't impressed Gajeel in the slightest, only pissing him off even more when he started posing Levy for their shoot. Well, tried to. He hadn't gotten far in lifting her hand over her head when Gajeel literally growled at him, startling both of them. Wisely, the photographer backed up, nervously offering advice on where the girl should place her hand. While he turned back to his camera, Levy turned to shoot him a look of nervous gratitude, making his heart stutter.

She was liking this about as much as he was, he thought, and sympathetically placed his hand on her leg. She blushed when he squeezed gently, and smiled gently at him before she turned back to listen to the photographer's instructions. He couldn't tear his eyes from her as she changed poses, each brush of her leg against his only stirring his blood faster and sending it pooling in his nether region. He shifted his legs, suddenly more than aware of the discomfort in his trousers.

"Ah, I need you to go back to the last pose you had, Gajeel, and would you pleeease look at the camera and not at her?" The photographer was beginning to sound irritated, huffing impatiently when Gajeel merely flipped him off in response. He could really care less if he was misbehaving; it wasn't his idea, nor his fault that they decided to parade his girl around in front of others (though they were fucking stupid for doing so, and the only reason why he hadn't whisked her away yet was "the need to get pictures for the magazine" or whatever bullshit that was). And if the guy was looking for support from Levy, well, he wasn't going to get much. He nearly broke out in a huge grin when she huffed a quiet laugh and shot an amused smile his way before muffling it behind her hand. He couldn't resist winking at her as the photographer finally threw up his hands in exasperation and whirled to stomp out of the room, calling for a five minute break.

Not waiting for the room to clear Gajeel lunged up and leaned over her, surprising her as he grasped her arms and pulled her on top of him. Despite her tiny weight doing little to crush him, he could still feel the wind leaving his lungs in a quiet whoosh as she shook her head to reorient herself. The blush that graced her cheeks earlier now spread from her chest to her hairline as her hip grazed his bulge, making her gulp and lick her lips. Just watching her react was driving him crazy, making the urge to kiss her and pull her under him irresistible.

"Remind me as to why this was necessary," he rasped, plucking gently at her sarong. She sighed, placing her hands on his chest and gripping the material before burying her face in his neck. Gods, anymore of this and it won't be a professional shoot anymore, he groaned internally, his arms tensing around her as she mumbled. He barely caught her words, something about a theme and that the other girls had to dress the same. He scoffed, then sat them up, holding her close.

"Yeh got any idea how much longer till this shit is over?" he grumbled, nosing her hair gently. She giggled lightly, the sound sending his heart spiking again.

"No, but it has to be soon," she said, leaning her head back to peck a little kiss on his nose. He growled, then pressed his lips to hers, desperate to convey his impatience to her. She jumped in surprise, then moaned as she relaxed against him, sliding her arms around his neck and clinging to him as he deepened the kiss. He finally broke away with a gasp, leaning his forehead against hers as she panted.

"I say we take our own break away from here," he rumbled, slipping one arm under her legs and cradling her close. She was still breathless from their kiss, so he wasn't sure if her gasp was from that or his suggestion, but from the way she clung to him he guessed it was the latter. She nodded, and he could feel her shiver, sending goosebumps up his arms. As he swept her up and carried her away, he could hear mutters in the hallway coming closer; apparently break time was up. He snorted, shifting his girl higher as he spotted the perfect corner.

He wasn't the jealous sort (at least, he didn't think so), but he was going to show them what he thought of the entire shoot. Especially when they thought that they could dress Levy in whatever they wanted, and leave it at that. It was just a good thing that her skin was so easy to get to now; it made it easier for him to kiss and nibble without mussing the outfit.

Oh yes, this indeed would be the last time he'd let others see his girl like this.