After I posted the first chapter I realized that I should probably keep my name between here and Tumblr the same so I changed my name here. Once again please review let me know what you think.

-P.P.V (Previously Kaos.P)

Chapter 2

Levy had been trying to crack the coded letter for a day and a half, and she had gotten nowhere. She wasn't able to sleep she was getting so frustrated. When she closed her eyes she could see the swirling letters. There had been a couple times when she thought she had almost had something, but then it was gone. She hadn't left the guild library last night even though she promised she would. Falling asleep at a table on a stack of books was not good for your back, as she had learned countless times.

Gajeel had been pulled out to a brawl by Natsu last night, and had never returned. The time they had been able to spend together yesterday and the night before in the library was what Levy had been craving.

During the time at the council she thought their relationship had made progress. They constantly indulged in flirty banter, and they would spend their lunches, when they had them together, talking about anything and everything.

Then there had been that party. It had happened a couple months before the guild got back together. They had each had a few drinks and before she knew what to think they where kissing. It wasn't Levy's first kiss, but it was the only one she ever wanted to remember. She never thought the dragon slayer could be gentle but the way he held her had changed her mind on that. It didn't last long; as soon as he had pulled back there was a look of almost panic. As if he realized who he had been kissing, he made his apologies convinced her to let him walk her back to her own apartment then left.

Levy went in curled on her bed and cried her broken heart out. Of course he didn't have feelings like that for her. She was Levy McGarden the girl who was always looked over for her friends, the short girl with smaller tits and a big ass. The only reason Gajeel had even looked her way was because of the drinks. To think there had been anything more was a pipe dream.

After that it was as if a wall had slammed down between them. When they came back to Fairy Tail it didn't improve. She started taking solo jobs and working with Jet and Droy again, but she didn't enjoy them as much as she used to. She nearly jumped for joy when Lily had flown over to her. They were still a little awkward but hopefully this job would get her and Gajeel back to being at least friends again.

Levy groaned as she tried to rub her shoulders and release some of the tension that had built up.

"You stayed here all night didn't you?" A rough voice followed by calloused hands rubbing her back where hers had failed caused Levy to jump and let out a loud squeak.

"Gajeel" She couldn't seem to help the winy moan when she said his name as he worked a knot. She felt his hands immediately stiffen and freeze only to continue a second later. "You're too quiet for someone with such big boots."

"Just another one of my many amazing skills, Gihi."

"Like amazing back massages, oh yes, right there." Levy's eyes had fallen almost completely closed, and she couldn't even hear the low moans she was making with every push of his hands. She was in heaven.

Gajeel on the other hand was in hell. He had wanted Levy for so long and not just physically any more. He could easily admit to himself, and maybe his cat, that he was completely in love with Levy McGarden. He had thought he was making progress while they were in the council together. Then he had fucked up at that stupid party.

She just looked so beautiful and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her, and then he never wanted to stop. When he had pulled back for air he could smell and taste the alcohol on her breath, and he knew he had made a mistake. Levy was a light weight, who knew if she would even remember what happened. Instead of looking after her, he had taken advantage. He had felt like such a creep he could hardly look her in the face for months, it didn't help that all he could see was how she looked before and after he kissed her and he desperately wanted to do it again. The more he thought about it the more he couldn't believe for an instant she would kiss him sober.

Now though with her moaning under his hands he couldn't help but lean forward. His mouth hovered over her shoulder as he fought a mental war with himself. He inhaled deeply trying to calm his nerves, and that's when his restraint finally broke. Her smell of old books, ink, and spices from her shampoo with something in the mix that had no name; just simply Levy flooded his nose and fogged his brain.

Levy had been dozing in and out of consciousness when she felt his breath on her shoulder causing her eyes to snap open. What is he doing? She was just about to voice her question when she felt and heard him inhale deeply, followed immediately by a deep throaty growl. The flash of heat that hit her core at the sound nearly made her whimper. The feeling of his lips connecting with her shoulder forced the sound out.

She thought it would be just a single kiss, but he didn't stop. He slowly began working his way towards her neck adding little nips and licks along the way. His hands slid down her ribs grazing the sides of her breast causing a shiver to shoot down her spine. They found her hips and started massaging the meaty flesh, slowly sliding her skirt up.

She was well aware of the sounds she was making now, but she didn't care, it felt too good. "Gajeel, please." At the sound of his name the dragon slayer froze. No, this will not happen again! Her mind screamed in frustration.

Levy raised her right hand and wrapped it in his thick black hair, pulling him forward so when she turned her head she was able to look him dead in the eye. She could see fear and panic in his dark eyes again, but at the same time she could see and feel the over powering need that matched her own. "Don't you dare stop."

It was as if a Damn had ruptured, and all the built up tension and want over the years came rushing out. There was no gentle holding this time. Hands grabbed at every part they could reach. Levy had shoved hers under his shirt, feeling the planes of hard muscles she had dreamed about. Her skirt had found its way around her waist, his fingers groping around the ass he had wanted to sink his fangs into for months.

Their mouths barley came apart to breathe only taking quick gasps before plunging back into each other. Finally Levy pulled herself away as Gajeel was slipping a finger under her panties.

"Gajeel I…"

A sudden loud yell stopped them both in their tracks, "Hey Levy you still down there!?" followed by footsteps on the stairs. Jet had come to check in.


The people of Onibus gave a wide berth to the woman walking down the street covered in mud. The storms had come through yesterday, but she was still a mess. Boots and jeans carried a thick layer of dried mud up to her mid thigh like a cast, cracking and flaking as she walked down the street. A layer of dust covered her face. Long hair, that could be any color at this point, had once been pulled back in a multitude of braids, now frizzy and tangled.

Yet she didn't seem to have a care in the world just bobbing her head, listening to the large black sound pods on her ears. It wasn't until a bath house came into view that she changed her course; with a collective sigh of relief from the watching crowd.

Ivy knew people where avoiding her, but if she came across someone as gross as her right now she would've give them space too. Her gaze constantly shifted over the groups of people; one of the perks of being tall. Looking for any sign of the black cloaks she hated. She had heard about the attack on the women in Shirotsume two weeks ago, it was why she had been on the move again.

Even though she liked using her stench and appearance as a way to keep unwanted people away from her it also made her stand out. She almost couldn't believe her luck that the bath house she randomly walked into also had laundry facilities. Having only three changes of clothes while traveling could sometimes get disgusting, and rinsing them in streams and ponds never really compared to using laundry soap.

The employees had tried to hide their horror at the extra cleaning they would have to do, but Ivy handed over a little extra jewel with the promise she would clean up any mess she made and soon they were all smiles. Two hours later what looked like a completely different person emerged from the bath house.

Dark brown hair with a mix of red and gold highlights was once again pulled back into a number of thick twisting braids, with a few curls left to hang free. Having a clean face allowed a tan complexion with freckles to be visible. Dark blue green eyes darted back and forth under thick brown brows and above shadowed bags, the only hint that good sleep was a rarity. The one feature on her face that always pulled eyes back, was the jagged scar starting in-between her nose and upper lip running at a slight diagonal from the left side of her cupids bow down to the outer left side of her lower lip. It pulled and puckered slightly when she spoke, leaving her always wanting to put a hand over her mouth during conversation.

The only thing recognizable from the mass of once mud covered girl was her sound pods, boots, and pack. The rest of her clothes where covered in marker doodles, multiple quotes, and even what looked suspiciously like runes that all had been previously covered up by dirt. Her suspenders, which at one time had been white, where no exception to this crazy chaotic art display.

"Well I still have quite a bit of jewel left from that couple, maybe I'll get a hotel tonight before I figure out whether I should stay here or keep moving." Ivy muttered to herself as she started again down the street, shifting through her jewel pouch.

Her sound pods had been turned off so she could hear the conversations around her. She couldn't help the wave of loneliness that crashed over her at the sounds of laughter and joyful conversations between friends. It used to be easy to suppress the need for companionship, but then that older couple had happened.

She had stumbled upon their small farm near Mt. Hakobe, looking her usual disastrous self after wondering around for who knows how long; she hardly ever kept track anymore. The man had been struggling to lift and maneuver a plow that wouldn't budge. Without a second thought Ivy had come to his aid. Lifting the plow and placing it in a better position easily, thanks to her weird unnatural strength. The man whose name was Gregory offered her their home for the night. His wife Illia had fused over her dragging her to the bath making sure she was scrubbed clean, put together a massive meal, and made her take second and third helpings. Ivy came to learn that their son had left mid winter to attend college, and they had yet to find the extra help they needed; which Ivy then immediately volunteered for.

It was the happiest she had been in five years. They didn't push her for details on her past, didn't mind her inability to sit still, or doodle on any paper put in front of her or on the hand me down clothes they gave her. The son had only been a couple sizes bigger than her, but the suspenders where still a necessity. They didn't even mind the extra thunderstorms her presence seemed to bring, mostly without rain but some with a down pour. She had been planning on staying. Maybe helping with the harvest in the fall if they had asked, but then she heard the guards talking about Shirotsume while taking a trip to the market with Illia.

She had stopped herself from running from the cart in a panic, but for the rest of the trip whenever she looked at Illia all she could think about was the older woman's death. Too many people had died because of her already; she wasn't going to add this kind woman to that list.

Illia had been in tears when she said she was leaving that night trying to convince her to stay. That they needed her as much as she needed them, and there was no reason to leave.

Gregory had seemed to understand, giving her a stern look. "I know your running from something, but never think you won't have a home here if you want it." The man's quite words rung in her head as he handed her several thousand jewel, which he would not allow her to refuse.

"Hey! Did you hear about the festival in Magnolia this weekend?"

"I did! It's supposed to be almost as big as the Harvest festival. I just wish I didn't have to work."

The loud exchange broke Ivy from her thoughts as she wiped away a stray tear that had fallen to her chin unnoticed. She had heard of Magnolia and its famous wizard guild, and Illia had talked about going to the Harvest festival if they had time in the fall. The slight drop in her gut also sent the clear message of what she needed to do next.

"I guess I know where I'm headed tomorrow." She commented as she spotted a cheaper run down hotel, and started heading towards it.