Levy - Eight

When I woke, I was sweating. I felt like I couldn't breathe as I looked around me. Darkness surrounded me, nearly suffocating me. Movement in the darkness grasped my attention. Gajeel lay next to me, sleeping soundly, as I gasped for breath. My nightmare lingered as Gajeel sprung awake at my rather abrupt panting.

"Shrimp. What's wrong?" Gajeel grasped my arms. I looked around the darkness, terrified of the shadows.

"Look at me. Levy." I focused on the man next to me as I regained my wits. Gajeel visibly relaxed before he pulled me against him.

"A dream. It was… a dream." I told myself, knowing it was more than that.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. I curled into him.

"I can't remember what happened." I said. He somewhat bought it.

"Okay. Come here." He said while lifting me. I glanced at the clock and it read 5:53. I was surprised when Gajeel took me into his home office and set me on the couch. A blanket seemed to materialize from nowhere as he covered me with it.

"I'll go grab some coffee for us both. I'll be only a minute." He said. I was already half asleep when he kissed my head. The dim lights were bright enough to scare away shadows.

"I'll be here." I murmured. He chuckled and disappeared through the oak door. I was left alone, looking around Gajeel's office while the man himself made us drinks. I suddenly wanted to talk to him, just not about my dream. And it was a fear I wanted to discuss with him.

"Here." I looked up and a steaming mug appeared over me. I sat up and timidly took it, watching Gajeel go over to his desk and start up his computer. Taking a sip, I realized it was made in just the way I liked it. Three hazelnut creamers and a dash of half and half. I never told Gajeel how I liked my coffee. Turning my attention back to Gajeel, I was just barely able to see that his coffee was straight black. I wasn't too surprised. He clipped an earpiece to his ear and slouched slightly, clicking through various emails and such. I remembered his inbox from last night.

"Hey Gajeel. Who's M?" I blurted as my half woke mind reprimanded my half dreaming one. Idiot.

Gajeel's eyes flashed to mine. He quirked an eyebrow. "You went through my emails?"

"No. I just saw that you hadn't responded. I kinda had to use your laptop yesterday since my phone isn't exactly up to date."

"I can fix that. And I have nothing to hide from you. M is just an old memory." That wasn't good. Not even an old friend. What if it was some chick he fucked regularly and she was coming back for him? Or worse. What if—

"Stop thinking." I jumped. Gajeel had moved from around his desk to kneel in front of me. His eyes were firm and burning. I gulped.

"Sorry—"

"Don't apologize. Never to me. Just don't over think. Minerva is a part of my past. I have seen her as nothing more than a friend. That's our relationship." He said while stroking my leg gently. I nodded and nestled into his couch. He stood to his full height and stalked to his desk. He started the conference and I observed, sipping on my coffee. He was a perfect distraction from my anxiety.

"What went down, Lily?" He said as soon as his light flickered blue on his headset. He crossed his arms as he leaned into his desk.

Gajeel struck up a strange pattern as he stood up to walk around and talk. He spent most of his time looking out the window to look out over Lake Michigan. I enjoyed him walking around shirtless. At some point when he grabbed our coffee, he must've grabbed a pair of sweats to lounge in. Aside from his distracting physique was his sexy tone. The way he talked to his colleagues left my body heated, like everything else about him.

Every breath he took caused the muscles in his big chest or solid back to twitch, and I could see a small vein pulsing in his shoulders and neck with every movement of his arms. Mesmerized, I trailed my eyes down his arms, and I realized how much I enjoyed both looking at them and touching them. Every rigid muscle on his body was defined and cut, promising that there was nothing but hard earned power built into his frame. I rubbed my thighs together as I moved my gaze to his hard stomach. I can remember running my hands over his hard abs. I felt my body heat up as I realized that I had such a view to enjoy all by myself.

"I don't buy it. I gave you plenty of time on this and my product isn't sufficiently done, Mr. Juco. I have extended the deadline for the program long enough. I'm sending several advisors to come and advise whatever the fuck you are doing wrong."

There was incoherent yelling through the earpiece as Gajeel growled. The sound jolted me to my core, sending sparks through my body. I'd made him sound like that before.

"I pay you finely to get shit done. You don't meet my deadlines and that becomes a problem. Lily, assign Aria and his team to the production project for overseeing. I want a detailed report on my desk Wednesday morning with both Monday and Tuesday progress. Enjoy the break." Gajeel clicked the earpiece and the muffled sounds went quiet. He sighed and sat in his seat, going to something else. His headpiece flickered on again as he made a second call.

"Lisanna, schedule a lunch with Macao on Tuesday and reschedule my week so I can leave for New York on Thursday evening. I want to be back by Saturday… just cancel it. It ain't important to me anyway… shit… I forgot… could you order a present for me and I'll have Jellal take by during the event… see ya Monday."

"You sound like a busy person." I pointed out and he tossed his earpiece on the desk.

"I forgot my sister's sweet sixteen is in a few weeks. I need to get her something cool. Or nice"

"What does she like?"

"She wants to be a fucking doctor. She is a genius." Gajeel deflated. I stroked my chin thoughtfully before snapping my fingers, grasping Gajeel's attention.

"How about a medical journal? I think I got an antique one in an old box. Last one of some infamous set. I could dig it up when I go home?" I offered. Gajeel nodded and touched his screen. After a minute, the doorbell rang. He glanced to me with mild amusement.

"It's for you." He said. I glanced at the clock and it was already going on six thirty. I went to the door and was surprised to see a red haired woman holding what looked like a box and a bag. I gave her room to come in so I could stop the cold air from rushing in.

"Good morning, Ms. McGarden. I'm Erza. I believe you met my husband last night. Gajeel asked me to buy some things for you." She set everything down. I was shocked.

"Hi, Erza. Um… thanks. And call me Levy. Were you gonna stay? We haven't made breakfast yet." I stuttered over my words and Erza laughed.

"No worries. And I actually have an errand to run. I will be back in a little while. Don't sweat it. And breakfast is in the bag. Oh, if you ever need anything, give me a call." She handed me a card. Just like her husband, she quickly disappeared.

I picked up the bag and left the box in Gajeel's room. Breakfast smelt amazing as I went to the kitchen area. I looked inside our food bag and almost fainted. I stood as I reached to grab spice from a cabinet.

"Damn it, Gajeel." I huffed as I stretched on my toes.

"Sorry my house isn't… fun sized. Gihihi." He reached above me, making me jump.

"Stop spooking me." He laughed harder.

"I'm sorry, love. Here." He said while handing me the salt and pepper. I set it down and turned back to the shirtless man. He lifted me onto the counter as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn't let him go.

"We need to talk, Gajeel." I sighed.

He raised an eyebrow. He grabbed a piece of sausage and bit into it before feeding me the rest. It tasted otherworldly in the best way.

"Can we eat first?"

"I'm serious." I mumbled. He kissed my forehead before he pulled away.

"Fine. Talk."

I didn't let him pull back to the little island. I wanted him close to me. So I stunned him by wrapping my legs around his waist. He arched a brow.

"An actions-speak-louder-than-words kind of talk? I don't mind if you want a little morning tangle." He mumbled deeply while moving his hands up my legs, ready to seduce me.

"Not that. I want you close for this." I deflated. He raised a hand to my face. He pressed a kiss to my lips.

"Talk."

"It's kind of childish…"

"You've got my attention now, shorty." He squared his shoulders. I sighed.

"So, say we are a thing—"

"Which we are." He interjected.

I bit my lip and looked down. "I can call you my boyfriend, right?"

Silence was dominant as Gajeel froze. I stared at our food on the counter. He moved first as he cupped my cheek. He lifted me head so I was forced to stare into his red orbs.

"Boyfriend. Lover. Man Candy. Bae. Boo… it's all the same Levy. I'm yours just as much as you are mine." He explained. I shook my head.

"I… I'm not good with relationships. I mess up. I just… don't have good experiences with these things. I'll be committed, but I need you to be trying just as hard as I do." I stammered.

"Good to know we are on the same page." He joked.

"I'm being for real. I haven't felt this way, ever. I'm afraid that this could break me if things go wrong." I rushed. He hushed me.

"What happened?"

"I… I can't tell… you. Lucy can." This made him straighten. His eyes narrowed.

"No. You can tell me anything." He eased. I shook my head.

"I don't want to go there again. My dream… I think it was a memory. I'm unstable sometimes, Gajeel. That's why my feelings go haywire around you. I don't know if I'm good for you. It's like it doesn't compute in here." I tapped my head. Gajeel cupped my face, forcing me to look at him.

"I wasn't always like this Levy. I have never had a woman defy me and break me down. You fear you have now power in our relationship, but you really do. I will tell you everyday that you own me. Just say the word, and anything will happen." I shook my head.

"That's not true. Your very presence is overpowering."

"That's because I naturally am. It doesn't mean that you can't boss me around." He quirked a brow.

"Like last night when I said I needed alone time?" I pressed. He rolled his eyes.

"That was different. You needed to be with me. And the same vice versa. I get your independent, Levs, but I just gave you what I knew you needed. And that was company."

"Regardless of needs and wants, you make it seem that I can control you with a snap of a finger."

"And I'm telling you that you can." He reiterated. I tried to hid my blush. No way.

"Bull shit."

He rolled his sharp eyes. "Answer me this, how would you feel if we just fucked with no commitment?"

My eyes widened and my throat closed up. The thought of him being able to do as he pleased with any woman other than me made my heart hurt. "Jealous. You know how I can get, Gajeel. It would piss me off if women could have their hands on you and not having the right to do anything about it."

He smirked. "My point. Now I'm trying to explain to you that you have that right now."

"You aren't taking me serious." I grumbled.

"I've never been more serious." He stroked my cheek

"How can a demanding man be topped by a timid woman? It just doesn't fit."

"It's worked between us last night." I felt confused.

"What are we talking about right now? Sex or our relationship?" I asked for clarification. He chuckled.

"What do you want to talk about? You are afraid of relationships and I'm trying to convince you that you shouldn't be. Not with me. Our sex life is just another part of our relationship. Although I do enjoy it very much." He winked while feeding me scrambled eggs. I hid my moan as the food tasted so good.

"You want me to exploit my past to you, but I don't get anything in return. It can't be a one sided thing. It has to be equal."

"I can work on that. It won't be equal between us all the time." Gajeel shrugged. I frowned.

"Gajeel…" I started.

"Levy, when it comes to the more sexual side of our relationship, you want me in control. That's a want I gladly take hold of." He said with an arrogant grin.

"The hell are you saying? That you're a Dom?" I bit out, not taking the piece of hash browns he was offering. He raised an eyebrow.

"No. That you're a natural submissive." He spoke slowly, like I was dumb. I was pissed. Annoyed, I pushed, more like urged, him a step back as I leapt off the counter. He stopped me.

"Whoa, Shrimp. What's wrong?" He said genuinely confused.

"I'm not a Sub." I said. I knew for a fact that it felt half true. Even now, my body begged for his hands to move around. I shook off the feeling, reminding myself that I could not lose my right to say no. It was a need.

"Yes, you are." He said carefully.

"I need as much control as you do." I argued. He dropped his arms and returned to our food. Dashing it with spice, he set the containers on the little island.

"In that aspect of our relationship, I give you control where you need it." That sounded outrageous.

"You give me control? What does that even mean? And sex, so far, is most of our relationship!" I was raising my voice slowly. I couldn't afford to lose my right to say no. Gajeel cracked a stupid grin that melted my insides, Almost making me forget my argument. Almost.

"Shrimp, you know I don't want to hurt you, beat you, or degrade you. That's not a want or a need for either of us, so it is out of the picture."

"It sounds like you want to control our entire relationship." I snapped.

"It's not a want for me. It's for you." He started. I cut him off.

"I don't need nor do I want to be dominated!" I exclaimed. He scowled slightly and rushed me, backing me into the counter. My breath hitched when one of his hands slide between my legs while the other gripped the back of my neck, holding me against him. My legs trembled with want at the fiery stare he cast over me. I could already feel wetness forming against his fingers as they moved in circles.

"Can't you see how your body softens when I touch you? It was meant for me." He grumbled. I shivered, feeling my nipples tighten against his chest.

"It does this so you can shove your big cock in me." I snapped back. He tightened his gripped on my nape and I sighed into him. My body was telling me it was okay to surrender to him.

"What you need someone to trust. Someone you can give your body to wholly without a second thought—Stop. Close your mouth. You will wait until I'm done."

My protest spurred in my throat. There was something hot about the warning gaze he gave me. His fingers slowly retracted to move around and palm my ass.

"You enjoy my touch yet you're still afraid of your feelings. If you can't trust me with your body, how can you trust me at all. Sex between us is the closest you will ever physically connect to me, and you must trust me with that."

I grumbled. "I was under the impression that our sex life was rockin'."

"It is. But that's not what we are talking about. It's not that you fear relationships. You fear trust. That I'll break it." His voice softened, as did his grip on me. I felt crazy, like I was an insane inmate who had just confessed their deepest secret to their therapist.

"I'm not fucking submissive, Gajeel." I crossed my arms. He chuckled.

"As sexy as you look angry and flustered, arguing with me won't get you laid. Admit it and accept it. Nothing is wrong with me controlling us in our more sexual encounters. It's almost like a day and night type of thing." He said while taking a seat.

Aggravated, horny, and hungry, I went to snatch my container and eat in the living room, but Gajeel pulled me in between his legs. He pulled my face up to his, taking away my anger, frustration, and breath.

His tongue invaded my mouth, filling my head with his taste and scent. He gripped my hips as we clashed for control. It was like our lips were caught in a battle, trying to win for dominance. I pulled away first breathless. Gajeel kissed my cheek and chin before pulling back.

"I would much rather enjoy my breakfast with my girlfriend than alone." He mumbled as he ran a hand down my waist. My heart leapt at his words. Girlfriend.

"Fine. You win." I sighed.

"I didn't win anything. I didn't mean to upset you. You were being serious and I wasn't being very helpful." He said gently while sucking on my neck.

"How about we eat then talk later?" I said, feeling somewhat drained. He nodded and pulled me into him so I straddled his lap.

He fed me carefully and showered me with flirtatious words and kisses. I was conscious of how hard he was under me, but he simply seemed to enjoy my company. It was shocking seeing that Gajeel was built to fuck. Nonetheless, I was horny as hell when we migrated to his living room. I sat next to him with his thick arm over my shoulder. Our fingers crossed together as he pressed his lips to the side of my face and neck repeatedly. When he seemed satisfied with his work, he pulled back slightly to make me face him.

"You're right. I haven't been fair. And I didn't mean to offend you by what I said." He murmured softly, which sounded almost erotic in his deep voice. Almost.

"I… have fears. The last guy I dated… he was controlling. Not like you but downright overbearing. After we broke up, it took me a while to break out of my shell. I can't go back to that." I played with his fingers.

"Back to what?"

"Looking over my shoulder every ten minutes to make sure the shadows weren't moving."

"What did he do to you?" Gajeel said as calmly as he could manage.

I closed my eyes. "He made me feel degraded. In public, it was easy for him to pull on a sweet smile. But at home… he made me leave my house to be with him. There were days when he really was sweet, but there were more days when he was just… crazy. He told me that there weren't many women in the world like me… he tricked me into thinking I was special. He had my mother convinced that he would take care of me because of his wealth."

"She wanted you to be secure. Money is one way." He murmured. I nodded and closed my eyes. "You are special. You're beautiful. You're talented. You're perfect for me. I get you don't believe it yet, but you're really all I want. Christ, I thought God was teasing me with you. You know I'm not good with emotions, but you, I am sure about. Whoever that prick was, I'm not him."

"I know you're not. I'm just scared that with you… I will dig a deeper hole if we have problems. I'm scared we will scare each other away. And that I won't be able to survive it." I was afraid to fall in love.

"I need this with you. You are the only woman I want like this. You're my personal fantasy. A living fucking dream." He mumbled while he softly kissed the side of my face.

"My past boyfriends used me Gajeel. I can't stand it. I just can't be put down like that anymore."

"Not a chance. No one will hurt you, not even me." He promised as he used our entwined fingers to tilt my head up. I shuddered under his hypnotic gaze.

"Did you ever have a safe word?" He rumbled deeply. My eyes widened at the bare question.

"Did you?" I said in defense. His eyes darkened as his jaw tightened some before relaxing.

"Don't ask things like that."

I sighed. "No, I haven't."

"Give us one. If I ever take things too far, or if it is too much…" He trailed off. I kissed his cheek.

"Fire." I whispered. He raised a pierced eyebrow and ducked his head down.

"Fitting." He growled into my neck. He pressed a slow, lazy kiss to my neck as I climbed over him. He looked at me, surprised by my boldness.

"I want you to touch me. To make me feel special." I whispered as I rolled my hips into his. He tugged off my shirt and nuzzled my chest before taking a breast into his mouth while the other was entertained by his hand. His cold piercings warmed at my skin, making me shudder. I undid the drawstring of his sweats before I pulled back. He looked up at me with searing red eyes.

I grabbed his hands and pressed them to my neck before I guided them down my shoulders and further to my waist. He kept eye contact as I moved one of his hands in between my legs while the other went to my mouth. Teasing him, I bit the tips of all of his fingers. He growled animalistically before I laced his left with my right and kissed him hard.

He moaned out at feeling my wetness mixed with his seed in between my legs. I was happy I took my pill yesterday. I was good for another day, but I would be home tonight.

"Fuck, Levy. You're so sexy." He murmured against my lips. I jerked my hips into his as he rolled his thumb against my clit. I pulled off of him and guided him to stand.

"I want to do something." I rushed out. He nodded his head and was silent as I guided him to his home office. He quirked an eyebrow.

"I want you to fuck me over your desk." I said. He was still for a moment before he picked me up and swiped at his desk, clearing the papers.

"Holy fuck. Hearing you say that was hot." He panted as he yanked his sweats down to reveal his thickly veined cock. He rested a hand on my lower back as he pushed into me. My head fell back as Gajeel thrust to the hilt. I gripped his hair with one hand as the other went to his waist.

"Too… deep." I gasped out. He stroked my neck. There was a strange emotion in his eyes as he looked at me. Like an adoration of sorts.

"You're so tight. How do you need me, Levy? Fast and rough or slow and hard?" He asked as he trembled, trying to stay still.

"Fast and rough. Show me you won't hurt me. Show me I can trust you." I said. He gripped the back of my neck with his other hand. His mouth covered mine as his hips began moving.

I yelped as Gajeel picked up speed after thrusting unusually deep into me. He consumed me in every way, and I loved it.

Love. A new type of fear filled me as I met red eyes with my hazel ones. I knew I was in deep. His mouth moved to my chin and neck. I licked my lips as I gripped his behind, pulling him into me.

"You want me deeper in you. Your little cunt is so greedy for me." His eyes were blazing. My breath hitched at his blunt words.

"Always." I cried out.

"Fuck, Levy. I'm gonna come inside of you while you come on my cock. I'll be lost in you. Damn it." His grip on my nape almost hurt as he thrusted inhumanely fast.

"I want to come." I rushed out. He gritted his teeth as he kept rhythm.

"Own me, Levy." He demanded. I lurched forward and shocked us both.

I vaguely remembered him biting my breast, so I retaliated, sinking my teeth into his pectoral. A groan filled the room as Gajeel slammed into me, spurting hotly inside. I followed right after him, milking his cock as I reached cloud nine. The cry that escaped my mouth was muffled by his chest.

"Shit, Shrimp." He moaned as I was filled to the brim. When he finally stilled, he slowly pulled his cock out of me. I looked down as an audacious two drops of his semen dropped to his shiny desktop. He groaned as I blushed.

"It's sexy as fuck watching you leak with my semen. I'm horny again." He said as he used the tip of his semi erect length to cover my entire pussy with his seed. Watching him look at my body in such a way made my heart leap.

"How are you still going?" I panted. He pushed his head into me.

"I said we would go at it all day. Where are we off to next, little Levy?" He asked as he slide into me completely again.

A/N: Hey Gang! I hope all is well and nice and dope! First off, I wanna give a HUGE thanks to everyone showing support and love and constructive criticism in this story. And because of that, I was thinking of writing up a hefty Lucy Chapter and dropping that along with my Next Chapter (So yes, TWO CHAPTERS!!) in my next weekly update. Lemme know if ya'll want it or not! I'm down for whatever. And as always, PEACE!