Levy - Four
I fell in tune with the pulsing beat coming from inside the club. Lucy straightened the strap to her dress as she held a pair of heels I knew she wouldn't wear. She confidently walked past the line of complaining party seekers to the bouncer and began doing what she does best. Flirting.
"I can't just let ya in yet." The burly man said. He didn't sound nearly as mean as he did to a group he rejected ahead of us. His eyes glanced to my hair, which wasn't very surprising. Blue hair wasn't a common thing.
"Of course you can. I assure you, just two harmless women who want to have a few drinks and dance. We could really use the release." Lucy made that starry eyed pout. The man frowned before he grimaced. He glanced behind him.
"Okay. Enjoy ya night. And buy the special!" He shouted as he let us into the hot and rockin' building. His eyes lingered on me longer as I showed my ID. Lucy sneaked a kiss to his cheeks before he choked slightly and turned back.
"You are the devil." I teased my best friend. She shrugged.
"It's a gift. Let's get a booth and bait watch." Lucy and I sat off to the side and watched people dance. I tugged my black dress down slightly, feeling bare. Once I had liquor in my system, I wouldn't be self conscious anymore.
"No take-homes, right?"
A nagging feeling crawled over me. I wanted desperately to get over this… feeling. And the only man I needed to help with it wasn't around.
"You got it."
It only took a few minutes before to attractive men came to us. Lucy pressed a kiss to my cheek, teasing the already. heated men.
"You ladies up for a dance?" One blue eyed male asked. He quirked a blonde eyebrow. I went to stand, but a buzzing hand appeared on my shoulder.
"This one is taken."
Everyone froze as I turned to see Gajeel smirking dangerously behind me. Lucy yelped as she stood up. Gajeel held a hand out to her. "Miss Heartfilia. Gajeel Redfox."
"Call me Lucy. Levy had quite some things to say about you." Lucy shot me a look. I growled.
"Did she now?" Gajeel stood in front of me with a mixed gaze. I wish I could swallow my blush. Lucy set her heels down.
"I'm gonna go dance with these two lovely guys. You two enjoy." She gave that charismatic smile as she offered her hands to the two men. They pulled her with flirty smirks.
"Lu—" I started before she disappeared with the two men in the thumping crowd. I nearly crawled away from Gajeel as he sat down next to me. I couldn't move far because the seat wasn't large enough.
"What are you doing here?" Gajeel asked while stroking just my knee. I pulled away from his distracting touch. He wore an expensive watch on his wrist with a pair of dark blue denim washed jeans, boots, a black pressed button up, and a jacket to go with it.
"You look so… different. I like it." I said aloud, dismissing his question. Gajeel shrugged.
"Is it the shirt?" Gajeel trapped me as his hand found my knee again.
"What if I said it was the jeans?"
"I would buy more and wear them everyday." Gajeel pulled me closer so our knees knocked gently. His piercing eyes carefully glanced over me before they rested on my eyes.
"What are you doing here?" I ordered. He raised a pierced brow.
"I asked you that first."
"It's a club. What else do you do here?"
"I didn't take you for a club hopper, Shrimp."
"Don't call me that." I snapped. He laughed that irregular sound, surprisingly warming my body.
"Club hopper or Shrimp?"
"Both."
"What would you like for me to call you?" He pressed while lightly touching my jaw. I turned away quickly and gestured to a waiter and ordered a heavy drink. I needed a way to keep my head screwed on right. Every little touch sparked and added to the fire building inside of me. I wanted him so badly, and even though we were so close, he felt so out of reach.
"And for you, Mr. Redfox?"
Gajeel stroked my chin, making me face him. "Regular. On rocks."
"Of course." The male waiter bustled off. I frowned and turned away from him.
"What is it now?" Gajeel asked as he leaned close and kissed my ear. I shook my head.
"Come here often, Mr. Redfox?" I said with more bite than I thought. Gajeel chuckled again.
"I own this place, Levy." He pressed his lips to my temple. I shivered. I was too overwhelmed by him. Even women and men walking past us gave him second glance, not recognizing the mogul and seeing him as a hot playboy flirting. Gajeel Redfox meant that all eyes eyes were on him. He had that strong of an arua.
"Although, I do like how feisty you get when you are jealous. Do you think I go on the prowl?" He breathed me in.
"No. Not when every girl you look at kisses your feet." I mumbled. Gajeel growled and gripped my knee.
"I will have you know that the public isn't always correct about me." He started. My wild emotions flared.
"So you aren't a sex driven man? Yet you openly tell me you want to fuck, and basically won't stop bothering me until you do? Then you basically harass me in an elevator? Screw you, Gajeel." I stood up. I placed my hand on the water glass to leave, but Gajeel pulled me back, tilted my head up, and kissed me.
He smelled unearthly. His lips, that looked so rough, felt almost as soft as mine as he kissed me. I gasped in shock at the buzzing that pulsed around my body. I tried to lean back, but my body was pressed against the glass wall so tight it became hard to breath fresh air. There was only Gajeel. This wasn't like our kiss in the elevator.
This kiss was hot and lustful, our bodies full on grinding for contact. He moved his hands to my hips and raised me to his level. Gajeel used my gasp to thrust his tongue into my mouth. I groaned as he attacked me with long, prodding licks. He tasted sweet, like minty peppermints. I jerked slightly when he raised his hands so they pushed the bottom of my dress higher up my thighs.
"Do you know how fucking sexy you are? Watching your beautiful ass sway away from me? The catch is worth the chase." His mouth crept to my chin then down to my neck. He sucked on the skin, leaving me gasping.
"Don't tell me no anymore." He pressed his body against mine. I moved my hands to his hair, pulling his face back up to mine. Our tongues clashed as I forgot my foundation and reason. I had the man who has been clouding my mind since we first met in my grasp, kissing me and touching me. I would be a fool to push him away. He was too addictive.
"Gajeel." I breathed his name. He pressed his jean covered erection in between my legs. I groaned again, rolling my hips over his. It brought silenced moans from us both.
"My office is upstairs. We can escape there." He whispered in my ear.
Reality snapped back to me. I jerked away from his embrace, slipping by the glass until I was in the clear. I yanked my dress down and mused my hair. He gripped my waist, stopping me by holding me against him.
"Woah there. Levy, what is it?" He kissed my neck. I caught my breath.
"I need to go."
"When I said escape, I didn't mean fuck. Come with me."
"I can't. Why are you here?" I turned and looked at him. He shrugged and tried to touch my hips. I stepped back as our drinks came. I grabbed the glass from the waiter and downed my drink quickly. The burn was fine. It grounded me to Earth, not Gajeel.
"Because you are." He said roughly. I ran a hand through my hair. He sighed. "Shrimp. Come upstairs with me."
I shook my head, frowning at his nickname. "Not with you. You are dangerous to be alone with. Even for a second."
He grinned. "I have recently thought something similar about a certain bluenette. I am here because the bouncer messaged me that you came in with a friend. Your name is on a list of names allowed to enter any of my clubs. He caught it. Now, I am here. You wanted to look for somebody to ease your tension, I'm right here for you." His voice rumbled near my ear. I wanted him to take me upstairs quickly, but my trembling body stalled.
"I came to enjoy the night with Lucy." I said. He nuzzled my chin and stepped in from of me. One of his large hands gripped my waist, urging me against his frame, not that it took much work. His hard body slightly grinded against mine as he lightly bit my neck, grounding me to him. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the physical and visible attention I was getting from Gajeel. He had secluded us into a small little world. Christ, he was hot.
"I want to speak to you. Can we go upstairs? I won't do anything you don't want." I somehow trusted him with a stiff nod. My mind was in a buzz as we left the couch. Gajeel kissed my hand as he pulled me behind him up the stairs to a curtain covered room. There was a dimmed glass that blocked out noise as Gajeel closed the thick wooden door. The room was dimly lit. The sounds from downstairs became faint. I shifted around uncomfortable until Gajeel seemed to notice and beckoned me to come to him.
He rested casually on his large wooden desk. It was mostly cleared, aside from the few stray papers and an expensive computer. I walked to him timidly, and nearly squeaked when he tugged me the rest of the way. Gajeel placed his hand on my hips, pulling us together.
"You don't have to be scared of me." He purred sexily as he moved his hands over my hips to my thighs. I sucked in a tight breath feeling his skin touch mine.
"Focus, Gajeel." I spoke to the both of us really.
"Shit, it's so hard. You're so beautiful." He growled. I couldn't hide my blush.
"You wanted to talk." I said while running my fingers through his hair.
"I have given some thought to our last conversation. I want a shot with you." He said straight out. I blanched as he sat still looking deadly serious.
"Gajeel, you don't know a thing about me. And I'm not looking for a relationship." His lip pulled into a smirk.
"You gotta see that anytime I seek time with you, you pointedly avoid me, which makes things like talking harder."
"Not when you only want to talk about sex."
"Okay, I admit I was in the wrong. Tell me how I can push past that." That hot business tone started to take its toll on me. My body warmed further were his hands moved.
"Leave me alone after tonight is a good start."
"What the hell are you doing with Bora? He is listed as your companion on my fundraiser party. You're stepfather has you both on his invite request. Want to explain that?" He looked mildly angry. I look at my hands on his shoulders. My confidence felt minuscule to his powerful presence.
"My stepdad set us up. Friendly. My stepdad likes having me at his parties, so he arranges dates."
"Cancel and come with me." He pressed. I almost whiplashed.
"No. What you want is temporary." I bit out. This seemed to piss him off further.
"I don't see you as temporary anymore. Stop thinking that I always think with my dick." I scoffed.
"Remember our first conversation?" I snapped. His hands tightened on my hips.
"I don't have a filter. And you drive me crazy. I had never envisioned myself spending time with a woman outside of fucking since I met you. What I said before was wrong." His voice was serious and deep. I couldn't look into his red orbs, knowing I would give in quickly.
"Good to know. Do you even have any female friends?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow.
"I do."
"I bet it isn't many and you push them away."
He chuckled. "Stupid bet. Most of my lady friends are married."
My body shivered at his chuckle. The liquor certainly had me buzzing now. His touch was electrifying and casual at the same time.
"Let me take you out tomorrow. A casual day." The thought was too appealing. I was tempted to.
"I'm going out on a lunch date with Bora." I mumbled truthfully. This nearly had Gajeel reeling.
"Call and say you're sick."
"I can't."
"Levy, forget him. You don't want him." I knew that.
I arched an eyebrow. "And it's you I want?"
"Yes." He grunted. I rolled my eyes.
"Sexual attraction doesn't mean I have to be with you." My words deepened his frown, which didn't look good on him.
"You seem set on denying yourself of both needs and wants. My biggest challenge yet. You are out of control, woman."
"I don't know you like that yet. I need us to be casual first before we go public." Gajeel peeked up at this.
"Casual?"
"When we spend time together not actively fucking. Like date nights or lunch dates or even a movie." I explained. Gajeel pursed his lips.
"So I show you that I'm not a complete asshole, and I can exclusively date ya?" He asked straightforward. I choked on air.
"Christ, Gajeel. It's nature to get to know one another before dating. I don't know anything about you."
"You don't know anything about Bora."
"Bora is different. I'm not dating him nor am I trying. He is strictly about the dinner. I need a good looking date."
"Me." He said nonchalantly.
"You just never quit." I shook my head.
He grasped my arms gently, pulling me close and pecking my chin. "I can be possessive. I won't mind shutting down the dinner, Levy. You push me to such limits."
"You can't do that. This would be great advertising for all of the companies attending the dinner, including my stepdad's…and yours!" I exclaimed. Gajeel buried his face in my neck.
"Fine, but I'm begging. Don't go with him and come with me."
"That's not fair, Gajeel." I whined.
"I'm a handful, Levy. And so are you. Kiss me again." His voice became rugged as he pulled me back to him. My skin was flushed by his demand. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I kissed him this time as Gajeel dragged his hands to my back. I was getting bothered by his touch. It was addictive. It was his lips that slid open, allowing me entrance. I almost rolled my eyes at his manly taste and the movements of his wicked tongue. I wasn't exactly a kissing pro, but Gajeel made me feel like one.
"I be damned if I can't get that." He breathed. I nodded and pushed his hair back. He looked up at me and didn't move as I carefully traced his face.
His piercing were a sight to see. They were intricately placed in a way that made him almost look dangerous. The look in his red eyes, however, showed me that he would never hurt me. Not in the way I'm sure he made others feel.
"You're beautiful. Handsome. An eyeful." I mumbled.
"Let me be yours." He growled. I let out a shaky breath.
"I should go."
"You should stay. Here. With me." He kissed my jaw. I forced myself away from him.
"Goodbye, Mr. Redfox." I started for the door, feeling my body vibrating and heating from his touch.
"Wait a second. Levy, stop." Gajeel chased after me, grabbing me from around my waist. He kissed me again, but harder this time. Our tongues clashed in an angry fight, a fight I was losing. I ended up falling into him again, losing myself in this uphill battle.
"Give me control. I will take care of you." Gajeel panted against my mouth.
"Stop this. I don't need you. I just… I need to rest. It was a mistake coming here." I sighed. Gajeel growled animalistically.
"We aren't a mistake. We will happen." I couldn't shake the promise in his tone.
"I need to find Lucy." I said. He released me, but a smirk spread across his lips.
"I will see you tomorrow evening, Levy. Expect a phone call."
"No, you won't." I retorted while leaving his office. I spotted Lucy from the staircase and darted to catch her. She was sweaty and was still dancing with the other guys. They gave me a grin before sliding away.
"Hey, Little Blue. Already done?" She asked with a bright smile. I grabbed her wrist, searched to find her heels, and pulled her outside. I scanned for a taxi before a hand tapped my shoulder.
"Mr. Redfox would like for me to escort you home?" A tall man said to us. I eyed him before glancing to the club.
"Thanks, sir. But I think we could find our own way back."
"Mr. Redfox insists, Ms. McGarden." The older man pressed. I deflated as Lucy dragged us behind him.
Needless to say, we were back in our apartment sharing a bath in less than an hour. I groaned as Lucy watched me.
"What happened?"
"It is more like what didn't happen. That man is infuriating."
"Oh, really. I take it you guys almost did the deed?"
"Not even. He wants to act all gentleman-like and try to actually date me. I don't have anymore will power. He could be bad for me, Luce. I don't know what to do anymore. He wants us to go out tomorrow. He wants me to ditch Bora and be with him."
"I'd say you go out to lunch and have a marvelous time with Bora, then stand Gajeel up."
"Are you sure?" I asked shocked.
"Yes. If he wants you for you, then he will come chasing. And if he does, he has me to go through. He might be serious about you." She stroked her chin.
"I can't help but think about him like a one night stand."
"Then treat him before he does you. Don't let him kick you to the curb."
"I understand, I guess." I breathed. I tilted my head back as I relaxed in the hot water.
"Say, Levy. Are you well?" Bora asked kindly. I shrugged.
"Late night with my bestie is all. Where are we going for lunch?"
"I was thinking maybe an Islander sandwich restaurant then a walk around downtown. Macao told me you hadn't been around Chicago yet. I thought I would show you some cool stuff. Anything you are interested in?"
"I heard there were murals somewhere around here." I said as I sat in the passenger seat.
"How about we pick up the sandwiches and walk around?"
"That works." I had on decent walking shoes.
Bora was an attractive guy. He was both extravagent and calm. It felt more like talking to an old friend than a lunch date. We picked up our food before we went to Pilsen, Chicago. And I had a great time.
"This looks so beautiful!" I exclaimed. I reached a hand out and stroked the paint on the building. Everywhere I looked, there were murals all around. I wanted to sit and study each one, and learn about the history and story of each painting.
"I would have never guessed you liked this stuff. My friend helps run the Museum of Mexican Art somewhere around here. We should go."
"Not today. I wanna save that experience. I'm the complete opposite of Macao, if ya haven't noticed." I chuckled.
"Smart?" He joked. I laughed, actually enjoying myself.
"I'm such a nerd. I'm trying to clear my schedule just so I can spend a weekend exploring the Museum of Science and Industry. I have always wanted to go."
"There are tons of exhibits to see. You have the Planetarium and Shedd Aquarium also. We should go sometime."
"I would like that. Hey, do you know what this says?" I pointed to the the writing that was in a different language. It looked vaguely familiar, but the cursive tripped me out. I would have to start translating again as to not lose the talent.
"It's says, 'No weapons formed against us will prosper.' Gun violence is a serious thing around Chicago and Chicagoland. You should be careful." Bora said seriously. I nodded and stroked the image of a brown skinned man yelling the words. It really was beautiful.
"Let's look at a few more before we head back."
That we did. We talked to each other comfortably and calmly. I learned more about Chicago with every mural we walked past. Bora was simply a kind gentleman and he was very charming.
"We should do this again soon. I had a great time with you." Bora said while escorting me to our ride. I smiled at him.
"I'll call you later. We can link up and see the Shedd Aquarium with a few friends?"
"Absolutely. I was thinking, would you be —"
"Ms. McGarden?"
I was about to step into the car when I turned and saw the same driver from last night. He was calm, and much shorter than I thought. He looked strong though.
"Um, can I help you?"
"Mr. Redfox asked me to deliver this to you. Have a nice afternoon. You too, Mr. Bora."
"You too, pal." The man dropped a small white box in my hand before he strode away. Bora raised an eyebrow.
"What was that all about?"
"Just a coworker. Let's go."
"Sure." He said indifferently. I gripped the white box.
"What were you saying?" I asked after we settled into the car.
"Nothing." Bora said while glancing out of his window.
A/N: Whelp, there goes another. I peep the love and support, so keep it coming! I have decided to Continue updating on Saturdays starting next week, so ya'll know there isn't a drought when I don't update for a little over a week. It'll be a wait, but I'll make next chapter sooo worth it! S/o to everyone who reads and/or reviews! As always, PEACE!