Ta-da, I'm back! This thing had to be posted before more than a month, but stuff happened and... you see...

To be honest, I was most existed about this shot. The idea of that was in my mind for very much time, and now I finally had the chance to write it down. It's in the same universe like my shot "Rules & instincts" (you can find it on my profile), just happening like year or something into the future, when they have stable relationship of love and trust... But after all her race would allow such relationship so she keeps it secret from her obsessive (and antagonist in the story) father. Her father had asked her to come 'home' in Crocus and accompany him on few business dinner in which he's trying to find her a husband, not knowing the fact her heart, soul and body are already stolen from a very possessive iron dragon. And so, after three weeks being away from each other and having their phones as only means of contact, our favorite couple is reunited... and that stuff happens.

I want to dedicate that special shot to my beloved beta reader BloodyRose2016 for her endless help and to all your readers of this and my other stories - if it wasn't for you, my writing wouldn't be that good. I would like to know which of these seven shots you would like to see written in Gajeel's POV. Remember, you can vote for this or any other one - vote for your favorite, vote for more that one shot - vote for whatever you want. You guys have time to decide which one you want until September 30th when I will calculate your votes and then - after I write it - post the winner fic. (to be said, if I don't get votes at all or if these is tie between two or more of the stories, I myself will choose the winner) Remember you can vote as review, or send me PM with your vote if you want.

Now, enjoy!

Warning: Extreme fluff, dominant/submissive, kink, foreplay, rough foreplay, master/slave, Gajeel being the cute dork he is and worrying for his cute gf, Levy being a sassy fairy, graphic sexual contents

Word count: 3, 003

Everything suddenly were so much colorful and different, but different in a good, in a perfect way. Levy couldn't explain why, but she felt happier than ever she was in her whole life. Her senses were overwhelmed – the pleasant scent of iron and forest, the gruff yet gentle voice she loved more than anything else, the feel of hard, well-tanned skin against her own… It was just too much for her to take it. It was in her mind for the last three weeks, the reunion… Yet she found her expectations were just too low to make her ready for the real experience.

The door of the little apartment was opened and the bluenette had to hold back the goofy grin that appeared on her face. She almost lived her – well, almost. Big part of her books were here, along with large amount of her clothes. And, of course, the reason she was alive was here too.

"Gajeel, you know you can put me down now, right?"

"No way, Shorty. I missed holding you."

She laughed as he carried her in the living room. It had been only three weeks, but they felt like three years and she was sure he felt the same way, if not even worse. It was pain in the ass to know he was suffering the same way she did but not to be able to do anything to help him to deal with it. But now, when they finally was together again, she had the chance to show him how sorry she was.

"Hey, what are you thinkin' about, Lev?"

The bluenette lifted her head and looked at her beloved one's face. Concern decorated his handsome features and she suddenly felt bad for making him worry. She smiled and gently caressed his face with her hand, earning one amused look.

"Nothing, I just…" She shivered under his strong gaze. "I just want to talk with you about something. Something important and serious."

Getting the hint, Gajeel gently put her down on her feet and slightly leaned down so she didn't had to crane her neck that much to look him straight in the eye.

"For what you want to talk, love? You know you can trust me."

Levy gulped and clenched her hands into fists. She had trained what to say through her flight back home, yet she felt like everything she had built disappeared when these crimson eyes she loved more than anything were staring at her own, waiting for answer.

"I want to talk about the way we mate" she finally spit it out. When she saw how his eyes widened and his mouth open, she lifted her hand. "Let me finish, please, before interrupt me. I'm not going to complain for how too rough are you with me. I'm going to complain how I think you should be rougher." His jaw dropped and if they were in different situation, she could have laughed at him. "I'm not fragile, Gajeel, and we both know it. I can take everything you can give me and I want you to know it. Don't hold back – yes, I know you do it. I want to feel you full force when you're taking me to the edge and after, to know you're pleasured the same way I am. What I'm asking you right now is to do whatever you want with me, not thinking about what could happen later."

His face was just priceless. Maybe, if they were in different situation or if she was the person she was before, she would laugh at his face. But now? Never. It wasn't like her – the real her.

"Levy, you know I love you and I'll do everything for you, but I think you're going insane" he said when he finally came back from his stupor. "Your wish is senseless. I can hurt you and you know I'll do anything before hurting you!"

"You won't hurt me." She couldn't say why she was so determinate in that, she just was. "I want that. Do you know what was for me to be away from you, with only having your voice? I almost went insane, and I know you felt the very same!" Her nails dug in her palms and she smelled blood in the air. "I want to do it because of that. I want to know your full power and to feel you. Why do you hold back? You know I can handle everything, you know I'm strong!"

Gajeel rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"I do it because I care for you and don't want to do something you'll regret later." He looked at her and closed his eyes, tired expression on his face. "Fine, let's try it. Tell me what my 'not holding back' mean for you."

One smile tried to curve her lips and Levy had to hold back. Convince him first and smile after that, she scolded herself.

"What it mean for me? Literally what I said – you to don't hold back and to do everything you want." The bluenette tilted slightly her head, showing him her uncovered mate mark. His eyes hovered over the reddish-black patch on her ivory-like skin. "I want you to stop asking me if I want something or don't – at least the most cases. I think you remember I don't have any sexual experience aside from what I do with you and I can't say if I like something or not before I do it. And every time I find I like everything you do with me." She sighed. "Tonight, I'm going to be yours in every possible way. Be my master and I'll be your slave. You'll do whatever you want and I have to do everything you want be to do, to follow every command and to obey you. If I don't, you can punish be the way you want and I have to stand it. I am your."

He liked it. She saw it in his eyes – he loved that idea. He wanted to do it, to pin her on the closest available surface and to have his way with her until they both were too tired to do anything. But was he going to tell her how much he wanted it? Probably no. Doubt clouded his eyes. In different situation Levy would be surprised how much closer they had grown – she was able to sense what he was thinking about just by reading his eyes – but not now.

"I- I guess we can try to do it." Gajeel nervously rubbed the back of his neck. He was impatient. He knew she wouldn't give up and decided just to play with her and Levy couldn't be happier. "But we need safe word. I want to know if I do something you don't want or hurt you or–"

"We don't need safe word" she snapped back. "I can handle everything you give me and you know it."

"Levy–"

"I don't care whether it will hurt. I just want it. I don't care if I can't walk tomorrow. I don't care if I'm covered in bruises. I just want it!"

He gulped. He was fighting with himself – one part of him wanted it, the other didn't wanted to hurt her.

"I don't want you to regret wanting that later."

"I won't regret it! Do you think I will regret wanting it if I'm almost yelling at you to pin me down and fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow?" Why was he pissing her off? "Gods, you can be so frustrating in times! Just do it!"

The bluenette looked at Gajeel to see him grinning at her. He was doing it on propose (or at least the last few minutes), only to make her mad. He loved her mad and Levy knew it – yet it did nothing to calm her down. He walked at him, her steps heavy as much as she can make them, and stood right in front of him. She raised her clenched fist dangerously close to his face with that irritating cocky grin.

"You bloody–"

His hand quickly wrapped around her little wrist and he pulled her, her body pressing perfectly against his. His other hand ran to wrap around her thin waist and suddenly she knew what was coming. Hell… Why her mate had to be an arrogant, selfish asshole who loved to tease her almost the same way he loved her? And why she had to love him back that much to let him have her as his sex slave for the night?

Love make people to crazy things. She silently agreed with that.

"Is that the way you talk to your Master, love?" His grip was strong and tight, but not enough to hurt her, showing full control over his strength. "You're not going to get away with that. Now let's move in our bedroom so I can punish you for being one very bad girl."

And before she could do something – anything – he threw her over his shoulder and took her to his bedroom – or, as he called it, their bedroom. It was indeed good to be heard. Maybe she could ask him to help her move all her things here, after he was done with her. One week sounded like enough time to catch up, maybe two. Who knew, actually? He could hold her for one year and she wouldn't refuse.

Gajeel placed her on the bed and leaned over her, his strong arms on the sides of her body. Levy wanted to kiss him, to feel his sinfully tempting lips against her own and to taste his tongue, but she didn't do it. Who knew what he was going to do with her? He was the Master now, and she had to do everything he wanted. Everything.

"Now, Lev, listen here." His nose brushed against her, his hot breath caressing her face and she had to bite her lower lip in order stop the sounds wanting to escape her mouth. "You said I can do everything I want, right?" She nodded. "Okay then. You won't move unless I tell you to. You have to stay still, without moving, and to stand whatever I do to your little gorgeous body. If you move, I'll punish you." The bluenette had to bite her lips ever harder. Not moving? She was bad in that. She had the habit to writhe under him. "You're not allowed to speak either. Every time you make a sound, I'll make you scream more." Sweet gods no. It wasn't right! He knew how loud she was! "If you wonder what I'll do to punish you – I'll pull your hair, spank you, bite you, scratch you, bruise you, and, if you're too noisy, gag you mouth. And maybe tie you, if you move too much." After seeing her face, he hesitated. "If you don't want that, then I-"

"I want!" she answered too soon.

He grinned again, wide and darkly, and suddenly the bluenette felt how foolish was to open her mouth.

"That's a good thing. But, sadly, now I have to punish you for speaking, right?" His tapped her chin. "Lie down on the bed, love. I'm planning to have some fun with you tonight."

Levy nodded slight and lied down on the bed, her back against the unmade blanket and the soft mattress under it. Gajeel never made up his bed after he woke up, so she wasn't surprised. Not like she did either… Well, only in cases. She wondered what happened to this apartment when she was away and then remembered Lucy's words. 'Sometimes I and Natsu find him asleep on the couch with few empty - and often broken - bottles on the floor. He can't live without you, Lev. I can't stand to look at him like that.' Her best friend wouldn't lie, would she?

Her mate slowly undressed her. His hands were so gentle, pulling the fabric away from her body and then throwing it on the floor. Finally, when she was completely naked, his hungry eyes literally drank her. She wanted to moan, but she didn't and bit down her lower lip. His hands gently ran up and down her body, caressing every available inch of her skin. The bluenette gulped heavily as he cupped her breasts and squeezed them slightly. It was pure torture and yet she had to endure everything. She was strong, of course!

Don't move, don't make a sound!

"Lev, look at me."

After realizing her eyes were closed, Levy opened them and looked at her lover. He had stripped himself too, standing only in simple black boxers. His hair fell free and caressed her skin, making her tremble at the touch. Gently, he placed himself over her, resting his weight on his knees and hands to not crush her. His face was inches away and from hers, his lips curved into a smile. He slowly lowered, so agonizing slowly... and then, finally, their lips touched.

At first the kiss was so light and innocent, but then, out of the blue, one of his hands tapped slightly her thigh and she gasped, surprised. She felt how he smirked into the kiss and then, using her distraction, forced his tongue between her half-opened lips. She didn't even bother to fight and let him dominate her, to use his tongue to explore her mouth. Her whole mind was focused on not moaning, on not wrapping her arms around him and pulling him further. And, gods, it was hard! Having spend three weeks away from him...

"You're so sweet..." His words were nothing more than whisper against her lips when he pulled away, right on the best part of the kiss. "I almost forgot it." He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her scent. "Now answer me: now bad I am to forget the taste my mate?"

Levy rolled he eyes and sighed slightly.

"You aren't bad, Gajeel. You just were alone and sad... You know I love you, right?"

Long time ago she learned his need to be loved wasn't litter than her own and she showered him with her love, telling and showing him how much he meant for her. She felt his content smile against her skin and then he placed a kiss over the same place. Biting down her lower lip, she swallowed the sigh of pleasure and clenched her hands onto fists as he continued kissing her neck, stopping here and there to leave a bright red love mark. Every time he did it, new wave of pleasure ran through her body and straight to her already aching core. By the time he reached her collarbone, her face was red as her newly-painted nails, her lips half-parted from silent moans, her hair already messy and her skin covered in thin layer of sweat.

"Gihee... Now, now, isn't that beautiful?" Her dragon licked his lips hungrily and she had to hold back the frustrated groan. "Hmm... Let's continue, Lev, right?"

His hands gently took a hold of her soft mounds and this time she found it even harder to don't struggle. His hands were warm and his calloused skin felt just perfect against her delicate own. He gave her one rather rougher squeeze and she forcibly bit her lip. If he continue like that, he would find me done sooner than later. The bluenette felt his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples and another wave hit her. He grinned at her - dark grin who promised to make her darkest dreams come true - and she wanted to squeeze her thighs together to ease the desire. His eyes were two smoldering orbs of sinful crimson lust and wanted nothing more than to drown herself in them.

"Ah!"

The sigh came from her mouth before she would stop it as the warmth of his hands was suddenly replaced by cold metal. She gulped and felt her head fall down on the pillow, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Hmm... Just a little punishment, sweetie." His arms were covered with cold iron scales from fingers to elbows and it felt wonderful and awful in the same time. "The erogenous zones in your body are on high temperature, right? Your neck..." As his hands played with her sensitive mounds and awoke goose-flesh over her, his face found its place in the crook of her neck again, his lips hovered over her ear. "Your breasts..." He squeezed the just-said part of her roughly again, almost taking moan from her lips but she managed to hold back. "Your beautiful backside..." His fingers ran on the path between her breasts and then moved under them. "And the sweet little hole between your legs, of course. Can you imagine it?" His tongue licked her lobe and he sucked, growling. "Having cold metal inside of you little tight pussy when you crave for hard, hot flesh?" He chuckled. "Oh, I'm going to see that."

The he lifted his head and looked at her again, lust glistering in his eyes. It clouded her mind and she asked herself what that man - that dragon - had done to the once-innocent person she was. He loved me, she realized as he leaned and kissed her again, his tongue rubbing against her own and taking her into his dance. She was tied to him to the end of her life and she loved it.

"Mine" he whispered against her lisp after pulling away. "Fucking mine."