I am loving all the reviews! Thank you all so much! So here is the next chapter…I had to break it in half, otherwise it would be close to 5000 words…Hope you all enjoy!
Um, oh boy…" Levy said, backing up; away from his crimson red stare. "I, uh…Oh, Lucy's calling me!"
Levy managed to duck around his body and scurry toward where Lucy and Natsu were.
"Hey girl, looks like you were getting cozy with metal head over there!" Lucy said, leaning up against Natsu for support; the shots kicking in.
"Far from it!" Levy protested, sure he was hot; the very sight of him screamed sex. Yet, her better judgement advised against it.
"Probably a good thing you didn't, he is quite the ladies' man…if ya know what I mean…" Natsu interjected, looking from Levy to where Gajeel was standing up against a wall; looking directly at her. "You seem like too good of a girl from him anyway; so innocent."
Levy probably should have taken it as a compliment, but in her mind that's all she ever heard. She had been on plenty of dates in the past; yet they all had said the same thing.
"You seem so innocent…" and "you seem like a nice girl but…"
Levy was tired of hearing it, she wanted to be fun and outgoing; like Lucy. It seemed to work in her favor, she now had Natsu; when would Levy have her chance? Maybe she needed to stop living by all the guidelines she thought she needed to live by; she wanted to be like the woman she read about in her books. They all seemed so free, Levy wanted to be free. She wanted to be the girl they all looked at, not pass by in the crowd; yet he had seen her. Even if it was just for one night, like Lucy said; "Live a little". That's what she planned on doing, tonight she was going to live.
Levy turned on her heels, excitement in her eyes.
"Lucy, I need your help!" Levy said, grabbing Lucy by the arm and dragging her toward the woman's restroom.
After a few adjustments of her wardrobe and hair; Levy and Lucy walked out of the restroom. Levy had her friend take a pair of scissors to her wardrobe, originally she had worn a pair of denim jeans with a nice black top. Once Lucy got a hold of it, her pants developed holes in them and her once nice black dress shirt looked like it went through a shredder. The sleeves were gone and a slit was cut on the bottom, which Lucy tied the two ends in a knot; center with Levy's belly button. With enough skin showing to attract any man, she tussled her hair and tucked her orange headband away in her purse; revealing her head of wild blue curls. Levy had also adjusted her bra, pushing it up just slightly; letting whatever amount of cleavage she had show proudly.
"You look smokin!" Lucy exclaimed, giving Levy one final look over.
"Th…thank you…" Levy said, seeming still a little nervous.
"You need another drink…or two." Lucy said, walking Levy over to the bar.
Levy had definitely noticed the large amount of eyes now staring at her as she walked by; ones that hadn't taken a second look before. Levy blushed and continued to follow behind Lucy until they had reached the bar table.
"Two shots of patron…and I'll have a vodka cranberry!" Lucy shouted.
"Huh? Two shots?!" Levy said, a look of shock developing.
"Yep! Just for you!" Lucy smiled.
Levy took a deep breath, looking at the two very full shots of tequila placed in front of her. She grabbed one, threw it back and shook her head; man was that strong.
"Good, one more…trust me…you need it!" Lucy said, waiting for Levy to take the last shot; while Lucy sipped her cocktail.
Levy took a minute, before she lifted the last shot glass and continued to throw it back; shaking her head once again.
"Whew!" Levy shouted, she felt warm inside; her body feeling so relaxed. "I feel…different!"
"Good, that means their working!" Lucy shouted over the loud music.
Levy smiled, she didn't just feel different; she felt amazing. Like she could do anything; courage sweeping through her body like a tidal wave.
"Let's dance!" Levy grabbed Lucy by the arm, dragging her to the dance floor.
Once on the dance floor, Levy let the effects of the alcohol take control; moving fluidly with the music. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Gajeel was staring at her intently, well she sure had a surprise for him. Levy turned around to face him, staring right back at him; her body moving seductively with the new beat that had started. She lifted her arm and moved her finger back and forth; calling him to her.
Gajeel had to do a double take, watching as the bluenette he had been looking at so hungrily; coaxed him toward her so seductively. He knew now that she had felt the same way he had earlier, her motions and her expressions showing so boldly. This wasn't the same girl that had seemed so shy earlier, whatever she had done different; sure did have him at a loss. Gajeel moved through the crowd, bumping into a few on his way over to her. Yet, when they had seen who it was; they all seemed to widen the gap.
Gajeel was now only inches away from her, looking down at her beautiful brown eyes; shaped by her wild blue curls. He hadn't quite looked at a woman in that way before, not really noticing all the fine details of such a beautiful face. He placed his hands on her hips, as she slowly turned her back to him; their body's grinding with each other's. Her head tilted to the side, baring her neck; her skin even seemed sexy. Thoughts of him stripping her of her shredded clothes flooded through him, he let out a low growl; grinding closer. Her body still moving with his, she wasn't trying to push him away; which was definitely making his manhood stir. She lifted her arms up, caressing his face with her hand. Sliding her hands slowly down until they were resting on his arms; which were now wrapped around her waist. Levy turned around, her eyes piercing into his; her stare so intense. She inched herself closer, Gajeel lowered his head just slightly; only inches away from her face.
"So, did you get a good look?" She had said, mimicking his earlier statement; her words sending little shock waves through his body. The feeling seemed so foreign; yet he welcomed it.
"Yes… In fact, my need for you is very strong right now…" Gajeel whispered in her ear, his lips so close to her neck.
"Well then…" Levy inched closer, her lips almost brushing his; then the music stopped.
"Gajeel…Gajeel!" A familiar voice rung in his ear, followed by the annoying tap of fingers on his shoulder. "I need to speak with you…its important."
Gajeel turned to reveal his longtime friend and event planner; Juvia Lockser. He took a deep breath, watching as Levy slipped out of his grasp; frustration taking over.
Levy placed a light kiss on his cheek, slowly moving away from him. "Until next time handsome…" Her hips swaying so teasingly, the silhouette of her body blending in with the crowd.
Gajeel was dumbstruck, a woman had never done that to him. He hadn't ever been the one to be left hanging; granted he had probably done that to a few crazed female fans...yet to him this was different. He had her right where he had wanted her, then she walked away like just any other encounter; she was playing with him and he liked it. He had always heard that the ones worth having were the ones that were the hardest to get; he smirked with anticipation. Then remembering the interruption that had separated him, he turned to look at Juvia; a look of apology on her face.
"This better be good..." Gajeel said, crossing his arms and following her out of the crowd.
Levy and Lucy had reached their hotel room; dropping both pairs of their heels by the door. Levy's feet felt so relieved, the cramping pain on her toes dissipating. Levy walked over to the bed that was closest to the window, throwing herself on top of it.
"So…what happened tonight?" Lucy asked, looking at Levy. "I saw bits and pieces, you two sure looked cozy…"
Levy sat up in her bed, looking at Lucy and taking a deep breath.
"Nothing…" Levy blushed, then turning to look out the window; the dark sky looking so beautiful.
"Ya, okay…keep telling yourself that…" Lucy sighed, then plopped down on her bed. "I mean, I personally thought you two were going to start pawing at each other like two animals in heat…" Lucy said, followed by a giggle.
"Whatever, besides we live two different lives. I ease people's pain…while he well….inflicts it…" Levy was trying to come up with some kind of excuse to persuade her now growing feelings otherwise. "He probably thought of it as a one night stand type of thing anyway…"
"Levy, I don't think you guys are done…just sayin…" Lucy walked into the restroom.
Levy sighed again, took one last look outside and then turned her covers back. She didn't even bother to change her clothes, his smell still lingered on her.
One week later
Levy sat at her kitchen table, sorting through her endless pile of bills; the numbers quickly escalating. Her father had yet to find a job and she didn't even think it was humanly possible to get a second job, especially with the fact of how many hours she was working at the hospital. She lowered her head to rest on the pile of papers, she was at a loss.
"When will this end…" Levy thought to herself, lifting her head to look at the pile once more.
Her dad had left a few hours ago to have a "few" drinks at the local bar with a buddy of his, she sighed; standing up. Levy got her coat on and walked outside, toward the bar; she needed to find her father before he drank himself to death.
Levy approached the Quatro Cerberus Tavern, taking a deep breath; she opened the double doors to proceed inside. The sound of people arguing over the scores for the baseball game and other topics similar flooded through, followed by the sound of music in the background. She didn't need to look too far before she had found her dad sitting at the end of the bar, in deep discussion with a man who looked familiar to her. He was wearing his hair in what looked like a bun, wearing an article of clothing that look was only meant to cover his arms; barely covering his chest and back. He turned his head just slightly and she noticed little markings tattooed under his eyes, which were now looking directly at her. Levy sighed, realizing who it was. Sure enough it was Bacchus, the only man capable of drinking her own father under the table a time or two. Levy walked over and prepared herself for the drunken banter she was about to encounter.
"Well…if it isn't Miss Levy McGarden…you're sure lookin 'wild' today!" Bacchus shouted, almost falling off his barstool; Levy just rolled her eyes.
"I don't have time today." Levy barely gave Bacchus a second glance, now turning to look at her father; as he stared into his glass of beer. "We need to go home…now!"
Levy didn't like being stern with her him, but with all the bills she had just calculated; there was no way they could afford for him to go to the bar.
"Yeah yeah, I'm almost done…one more and then we'll go." Her father said, taking a sip; then flagging the bartender down.
"No, we are going home…no more!" She wasn't budging, she couldn't stand to watch him drink another beer; it seemed to sicken her.
Her father glared at her, not seeming to want to leave; yet he stood up.
"Fine! At least let me go to…the bathroom…" Her father said, as he staggered down to the other side of the bar.
Now Levy was left alone, with Bacchus…in a bar…just great.
"So, looks like it's just me and you…my lucky day." Bacchus inched closer to her. "So wanna keep me company?" Bacchus winked drunkenly at her.
"Nah, I'll pass." Levy looked the other way, then she felt her skin crawl; his hand snaking around her hip.
"Aww, come on…" Bacchus was inching closer, holding onto her tightly.
Levy was getting nervous, she knew she wasn't strong enough to fight him off and she didn't know how much longer her father would be in the restroom. Just when panic started to take over, she heard a familiar voice.
"You have two options…either remove your hand or I will remove it for you!" The man said.
Levy turned around to see Gajeel, standing behind Bacchus with his hand resting on Bacchus's shoulder; a look of anger in his crimson eyes.
"If I were you, I'd choose the first option!" Gajeel said, his grip tightening.
Levy knew she should probably be worried about the possibility of a fight about to break loose inside such a small space, yet she couldn't ignore the flutter of butterflies that moved around in her stomach.