Levy shot up from the bed in a cold sweat, shaking from head to toe as the dream replayed itself in her mind. What the Hell was that? Flashes of her dream replayed in her memory, the drums still beating loudly in her ears as the face that appeared haunted her. Her skin crawled from the disturbing image. It was just a dream Levy. Get a hold of yourself she scolded, shaking the strange dream from her mind.

Sighing, the script mage made her way out of bed, dragging her feet to the restroom.

Levy's routine was rather simple. Shower. Brush teeth. Tie hair. Get dressed. Grab a book. Go to the guild. As usual, Jet and Droy were outside, waiting for their cute companion, and greeted her with the normal "Good morning Levy-chan~!" She would always smile and return the gesture, chatting animatedly with them till they reached the guild, where she'd leave the pair to themselves while she went to bother Lucy.

"Lu-chan! Good morning" she chimed, shoving the strange dream to the back of her mind. For now. Her blonde friend grinned and said

"Good morning Levy-chan. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm just fine! How are you? Still dating Natsu?"

Levy giggled as she watched the celestial mage flush and nod. Natsu had finally asked the girl out last year, sealing the deal by kissing her thoroughly in front of the entire guild. Even the master witnessed it, and had a few choice things to say like "Always use protection" and "Wear fire-proof panties". Lucy ended up fainting from the embarrassment.

"Enough about me though" she said, desperately wanting to change the subject. "Have you talked to Gajeel?" It was Levy's turn to blush. "N-n-n-no. . . ."

All the girls of Fairy Tail knew about Levy's affection toward the iron dragon slayer. She wasn't exactly good at hiding it.

"Levy~! You're gonna have to tell him sooner or later! If you don't, the meat-head will never figure it out" Lucy whined, shaking Levy's shoulders for added effect. "Lu-chan, keep it down! Are you trying to advertise it to the whole guild?" she hissed, smiling cutely at suspicious bystanders to throw them off. It worked, like always. Lucy could only giggle. "But you know I'm right" she continued to tease.

Levy pouted. "So what if you're right? I won't tell him because he most likely has no interest in a shrimpy bookworm like me." "How do you know?" Levy couldn't answer, which only served to fuel the blonde. "Come on Levy! Take a risk! It wouldn't hurt you know."

Again, the bookworm sighed. "It's no use trying Lu-chan. A big strong man like him would never be interested in a plain little girl like me" she murmured.

"Who's the big strong man?"

Levy's head snapped around to meet the crimson eyes of the very person they were talking about.

"G-G-G-G-G-"

"Spit it out runt. You got a speech impediment or something?" Gajeel rumbled, throwing a few iron bolts into his mouth. Levy gulped and shook her head. "No, you just surprised me is all." He raised a curious brow, but let it go, taking a seat next to her and grumbling "Whatever you say, bookworm."

They sat in silence for a good five minutes before Gajeel broke it. "Let's go on a mission bookworm. Lily's hanging around Erza more and more these days and it's getting boring." Levy grinned at the Iron Dragon Slayer, hopping to her feet. "Alright! Sounds fun!" Chuckling, he finished his meal and walked over to the message board, browsing it before pulling a request. "This one."

Levy reviewed the mission and furrowed her brows. "It's a two week mission. You sure you can stand me for that long?" she inquired, glancing up at him curiously. Gajeel rolled his eyes. "You're not annoying, brat. As long as you don't get in my way, we'll be just fine."

The mission seemed easy enough. All they had to do was locate, tame, and retrieve a jeweled cat by the name of Clara-Beth. "Huh. A carbuncle. Never expected anybody to actually keep one as a pet" Levy murmured. "Wonder why it's going to take two weeks." "Understandable. Carbuncles are very rare to come across and are impossibly good at hiding. The extent of their magic power hasn't even been determined, so the majority of their talents remain a mystery" Levy explained, folding up the request and stuffing it in her bag.

"Are you ready?" Levy asked, grinning up at Gajeel with all the warmth and trust she showed everyone. The Dragon Slayer smirked.

"Always."

Gajeel and Levy had an interesting secret they kept from the guild, partly from discomfort and partly for fun. As soon as the town left their view from the train window, the bookworm was settled neatly in his lap with his lips latched onto hers.

Yes. Gajeel Redfox and Levy McGarden were together romantically behind everyone's back.

"Mmn. Gajeel" Levy whispered, breaking the heated lip-lock to look him in the eye. "Is this two week mission revenge for the one I took with Jet and Droy last month?" Gajeel would be lying if he said no, so instead, he squeezed her bottom and nipped her ear.

"I'm going to remind you why I don't like your long ass missions with those two idiots during this trip, runt" He rasped hotly in her ear, making the woman shiver with delight. SHe didn't understand how he always managed to make a mess of her.

That's not true. You know it's because Gajeel is the only one that doesn't think you're helpless Levy thought, smiling sweetly at the object of her affections. Gajeel wasn't a cruel and terrible person like everyone had thought at first. He even apologized to Levy and her teammates by way of putting himself in harms way. Now, she wasn't going to say that Gajeel was a gentle giant and full of warm fuzzy feelings. He was still a rough, tactless, irritable, bossy, pain in the ass. But in the end, he was sincere in the most strangest of ways.

Levy licked Gajeel's lips, whispering "I love you" so softly, any normal person wouldn't have heard her. Lucky for Gajeel though, he wasn't a normal person.

"Love you too, bookworm" he rumbled, nipping her bottom lip affectionately. ". . . Gajeel? I was curious about something" she murmured, gripping his vest tightly in her little hands. "Ask away." She glanced up at him warily, then took a deep breath and began talking.

"You know that we've been together for three months now, right?"

"Yes."

"And in those three months, we've been keeping our relationship a secret from the guild because we don't think that they'd be able to handle it, especially Jet and Droy" Levy murmured, resting her head against Gajeel's chest. He settled his hand on her lower back and said "Yeah."

Levy gulped. "M-maybe we can tell them, you know? Make it official and blow caution and care to the wind. . . " She didn't know how he'd react. After all, she had been the one to suggest they keep their status a secret from everyone out of selfishness. What if he gets mad? It was already bad enough when he thought that I was too ashamed to be his girlfriend and took me a week to convince him that wasn't the reason. She was so lost in her thoughts, she almost didn't notice him talking. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't hear you!"

Gajeel rolled his eyes and repeated himself. "I said that's fine with me." He smirked when he saw her eyes widen to the size of saucers, tempted to kiss her quivering lips again. Damn it. Talk faster so we can get back to more interesting things. To say he was an impatient man was an understatement, but he had to control his urges around Levy. He didn't want to lose her trust forever. Then again, the shrimp never really said she didn't trust me when I joined the guild. She was just scared he reminisced, feeling the sharp pain in his chest that he should have felt when he committed the act. How the Hell did I get so lucky for her to forgive me and even accept me as something more? "Gajeel?" The Iron dragon slayer snapped out of his sappy moment of the day and glanced down at the source of the voice.

"Yeah?"

"Uum, you're kinda kneading my butt" she murmured shyly, the cutest blush spreading across her cheeks. Gajeel's shit eating grin would've put Natsu's to shame. He continued rubbing and squeezing, leaning down to leave a love bite on her collar bone. "And this is a problem?"

"N-n-n-no, but. . . " Levy whimpered softly when his hand slid further between her legs, palming her core.

"Speak up bookworm."

"N-not here. W-wait till we get to our hotel."

Gajeel would've argued. Hell, he'd have turned her on to the point of mindlessness, but he knew better. He slid his hand away and pressed their foreheads together, grumbling slightly.

Levy giggled and pecked his nose innocently. "Don't worry. I'll let you have your way at the hotel, I promise" she cooed, making his cock twitch.

"You're a bloody tease, ya know that?"

"Mmmmhmmmm."

"Brat."

"Brute."

"Bookworm."

"Beast."

"Why are all our names starting with B?"

"Because we're best represented by words that happen to start with the letter B?"

"That's stupid."

"That's too bad."

They snickered, finding their silly little banter amusing.

Levy snuggled into Gajeel's chest and traced invisible patterns on the toned muscles of his abdomen while he rubbed her back. It was a comfortable silence, one she relished.

That's when the dream seeped in from the back of her mind. Damn it, not now! I don't want to debunk you while I'm comfortably sitting in my boyfriend's lap! We rarely get to do this as it is! "Levy, you alright? You tensed up" Gajeel murmured, his irritable tone masking the worry only she could hear. Of course, only she'd ever be able to pick that up. Levy looked up at Gajeel, smiling passively. "It's nothing." "Liar."

Gajeel noted that her muscles were still bunched up, which only served to bother him more. Almost like she's ready for an attack. "I can feel when you're lying bookworm. Your heart rate goes up" he reminded, tapping a finger against the pulse-point against her neck.

Stupid heart. Why do you have to give me away? Damn traitor. Sighing in defeat, Levy explained the strange dream she'd had the night before, a sense of fear stabbing her for some reason.

"I don't know what it means, but I'm worried about it" Levy admitted, wrapping her arms around Gajeel's neck. "It seemed too real to write off, and I could still hear the drums when I woke up. It's bothering me. . . "

"Maybe it was just a dream." He himself did not believe it, but Gajeel wasn't the kind of person that would admit to believing that dreams were messages of what was to come. And he sure as Hell would never admit it to his bookworm.

Levy giggled, her unease dealt with for the time being, and leaned up to Gajeel's lips.

"Thank you" Levy murmured as she pressed their lips together. Gajeel smirked and returned the kiss, ruining the gentleness of it with his unrelenting strength.

But of course, she wouldn't have had it any other way.

Shoot! I forgot to ask Levy-chan about my dream Lucy thought, pouting as she rested her head against the bar like usual. And it was such a freaky one too. She might've liked debunking it. . .

The vivid memory of drums and the warmth of a fire was interrupted by the cheerful voice of a certain white-haired beauty.

"Lucy, is everything alright?" Mirajane hummed, cleaning a glass.

The blonde in question looked up at her cheerful friend and said "I'm fine. Just thinking is all."

"Oh? Thinking about Natsu~? Where is he anyway?"

Lucy sighed, trying to dig her head further into the bar.

"He's out on the hunt for Igneel again. Some rumor was flying around that a red-scaled dragon had been spotted over Hargeon Town."

A fond smile graced Lucy's lips, recalling the day she'd first met the salamander and his cat. Never in all my wildest dreams did I expect meeting a Fairy Tail mage in that town, end up joining, and eventually be with the fire breather. It's all so surreal. She giggled lightly. I wonder if you're thinking the same thing as me, Natsu. . .

The sigh that escaped Levy's parted lips couldn't have passed for anything short of a blissful one. Upon arrival at their hotel, the manager was so besotted by Gajeel's guild tattoo, he'd given them the best room for half the price. So there she was splayed over the soft mattress with a pleasant expression. Pay the price of a normal room for the grandest one. Life is good.

"Oi, bookworm. You trying to tempt me?" a gravelly voice rumbled, making the small woman shiver with delight.

Levy sat up from the ridiculously comfortable bed, smiling sweetly at Gajeel as she said "No, but if you're so tempted, you know I'll never put up a fight."

She could already see the muscles in his body ripple. Only Levy knew how to make him react in such a way.

"It's not smart to tease me, runt" he grunted, slowly making his way toward as she slid further away in the bed. A giggle escaped Levy when Gajeel grabbed her ankle and yanked her back toward him, pinning her hands down with the same grin that put the fear of God into people.

Not Levy McGarden though. She could never be scared of that grin. Not ever again.

She'd learned very early in their relationship that this was the closest to a smile Gajeel could get. She knew that the grin everyone thought was sinister was actually entirely opposite, his scary one was reserved for people that got on his sadistic side.

Levy's thoughts were swiftly interrupted by a pair of lips and a sneaky tongue invading her mouth. Impatient as ever.

Gajeel growled his approval at her taste. Rich and sweet, like whipping cream, it made him want to lap her up. Her lips parted readily beneath his, so he pressed his advantage. His tongue slid inside to tease and taste, exploring her flavors and textures like a mapmaker charting new territory.

He leaned into her, acquainting his body with hers, re-learning the heat and scent and curve of her. He felt the tension in her muscles and the subtle yielding in her lips as they began to cling to his. Damn, she tasted so good! Her flavor seemed to deepen with each taste, flooding through him and feeding his arousal.

Gajeel never understood how she always managed to have such a powerful effect on him, nor did he ever care. To him, all that mattered in this moment was the fact that Levy was his and he planned to indulge himself to his heart's content. Gotta love long missions.

The taste of him was the most perfect thing Levy had ever experienced, and the rest of reality ceased to exist when his hands settled on her hips and tugged her closer against him. How did he always manage to make her a puddle of goo, she wondered.

Levy wrapped her arms around his neck on a groan, her fingers burrowing into the thick silk of his hair and twining themselves in the strands. She heard him growling with pleasure and felt the rumble of it like distant thunder rolling through her. When he angled his head and deepened the kiss on a growl, she shuddered and forgot all reason.

The man had a thing for her ass, and used his grip to tug and angle her hips until she felt his erection settle into the groove between her legs. Levy moaned and, feeling benevolent, made it easier for him by spreading her legs and wrapping them around his hips.

She felt Gajeel shift, spreading his own legs and getting a firmer grip on her bottom. He rolled his hips in a slow, lazy thrust, and Levy moaned against his mouth. He was driving her crazy. And this kind of crazy, she didn't even mind.

He grabbed her wrists and slammed them up beside her head. He leaned forward, using his weight to keep her still, and rolled his hips against hers.

She cried out as her clit throbbed to life beneath her shorts. Shorts that would probably have a huge wet patch between the legs if he didn't hurry up and get her out of them. She opened her mouth to tell him that, but he cut her off with another roll of his hips, making her moan again.

At some point Levy's eyes drifted shut against her will, leaving her unprepared for the heightening of every feeling. Each sensation—the cool feel of his piercings against her skin, the harsh sound of his breathing against her ear—was so intense she had to fight the need to beg Gajeel to touch her.

"You know I'm going to make you come, bookworm. Don't you?" His tongue swept the pale curve of her ear in a rasping caress and one of the hands that had moved back to her ass moved lower, sliding between her legs to cup her from behind. "I'm going to take you until you can't remember your name, until you can't lick your lips without tasting me, until you make yourself hoarse from screaming my name."

Her hands clenched, nails biting into his shoulders. The heat and tension inside her threatened to snap, and she thought she might break in half along with them.

His teeth closed on the sensitive skin at the curve of her throat and bit down, sending her desire into overdrive and making her body overflow with cream.

"Y-yes," she said, and cried out when he answered with a low growl and a hard shove of his hips. If there hadn't been so much cloth in the way, she would have come right then and there.

Levy caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged at it, as if trying to pull his mouth into hers. When she released it, she went immediately back for more, nudging his lips apart and plunging her tongue inside to forage for his own. His response consisted of pressing her further into the mattress, flipping open the button on her shorts and sliding his hand inside her panties.

Levy screamed against his mouth and bucked her hips against his hand.

Gajeel tore his lips from hers and swore, something low and savage and foreign. He shifted to brace one arm under her bottom in order to raise her higher while his fingers sliced through her wet folds to find her opening and thrust deep.

Levy threw her head back and screamed again. Two long, wide fingers speared into her, stretching her and filling her. The unexpected penetration made her mind fog and her pussy clench and she sobbed for the breath he had stolen from her. Her hips tilted and her legs climbed higher until her knees were clamped about his rib cage and his fingers had slid as deeply as they could reach. His wrist twisted, fingers screwing inside her, and she moaned in pleasure and need.
"God, yes!" she panted, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. "More…touch me…"

He leaned closer, clamping his teeth on the base of her throat, growling like an animal. Then his fingers moved and began thrusting, establishing a rapid, driving rhythm that caressed her internal walls and drove her closer to the edge. She could feel her muscles bunching and tensing in preparation for climax and she whined at the unbearable pleasure.

Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, creasing the fabric of his vest and biting into the flesh beneath. If he'd been shirtless, she might have drawn blood, but she didn't care. Her body bowed in his arms, hips thrusting mindlessly against his hand. He shifted her again, his touch withdrawing momentarily and tearing a frantic cry of protest form her.

"No! More! Please, more."

Levy could barely understand herself, but she needed him to understand. She needed him to understand that she would die if he stopped touching her. She would die.

Then his fingers slid back, three this time, thrusting deep inside her, stretching her entrance and driving her higher. She thought she might have screamed again, wondered vaguely if the room was soundproofed, then squeezed her pussy around him and forgot everything else. She could feel her moisture flooding his hand and shuddered. The awkward confines of her shorts meant his hand cupped her mound while his fingers fucked her, keeping him from the deeper penetration she craved. She whimpered and squirmed and tried to draw the breath to beg. But he twisted his hand and pressed his thumb against her clit and nothing else mattered because she came, sobbing in his arms.

Gajeel felt her climax, felt the ripples of her contractions gripping his fingers and fought for every shred of self-control he could muster. He wanted to tear off her shorts and fuck her just like that. Simmering, he let her ride out her orgasm.

Her eyes were closed and he doubted it had even registered that they had stopped moving. Her arms still clung to his shoulders, her legs still gripped him like a vise and her pussy still pulsed with aftershocks around his fingers just before he pulled them out.

Levy's face had the soft, dazed sweetness of an angel who had savored her fall and Gajeel couldn't resist kissing her, claiming her swollen lips and bruising them with the force of his desire.

Fuck patience. He needed to get inside her within the next fifteen minutes or else he risked insanity.

Gajeel tore off their clothes, making Levy squeak in surprise.

He wanted her bare to him, and he intended to have her that way.

He leaned over her and set his teeth to the narrow spot that joined the cups of her bra. Gajeel sliced through it and the lacy fabric fell away, exposing Levy's nipples to his avid mouth. He latched onto one immediately, curling his tongue around the hard little point and tugging it into his mouth to suck hard. He heard her cry out, felt her hands bury themselves in his hair and he grunted in satisfaction. She tasted like spice and warm cream, and he wanted to lap her up until he lacked the strength to lick his own lips.

He set his mouth to her other nipple and drew on it just as fiercely. She moaned his name and cradled him to her, her body already shifting restlessly against him.

That was all he could take.

He guided his cock to her dripping entrance. Poised there for a brief moment, he looked down into her eyes and felt a familiar wave of possessiveness wash through him.

"Mine," he growled. That's when Gajeel drove hard and deep into her core with one heavy thrust.

Levy parted like liquid velvet around him.

"Yes," he hissed, coming to rest deep inside her, buried to the hilt in her tight, hot core. She felt like heaven. She rippled around his cock the same way she had rippled around his fingers, with slow, hot pulses and the slick flood of the honey he knew he wanted to taste before too much longer. But not now. Now he wanted to fuck her until she came apart around him and he spilled himself in her honeyed heat.

Bracing his hands beside her head, he let his muscles gather and began to pull back from her clinging heat.

"Oh Gajeel!" She gasped and moaned, shifting restlessly beneath him. "Now! I need you now!"

His hips stopped when she held just the head of his cock inside her. He wanted to withdraw all the way so he could savor that first, maddening stretch as he entered her again, but he couldn't bear to separate himself from her heat. This would be easier on her anyway. Now that he was already inside, he could ride her harder than he could if he withdrew completely and forced her to take him all over again.

He stood there, muscles trembling, cock just barely inside her, poised on the brink of his next thrust with her body soft and pliant beneath him.

He thrust home with heavy force, spearing her so deeply he thought he could feel the back of her womb. She screamed and he froze, afraid he had hurt her, but her body trembled around him and her hips lifted toward him, so he relaxed and began to thrust into her in earnest.

Over and over Gajeel thrust inside her, riding her hard. Levy felt so amazing around him, milking his cock, squirming and writhing beneath him. Her fingernails bit into his bare shoulders, cutting deeply, but the pain only egged him on. She cried out with nearly every thrust now, her knees gripping his hips as he drove high and hard inside her. He felt himself approaching meltdown and grabbed her hips to hold her still as he threw his hips harder against her. He battered into her, unable to be gentle, unable to hold back. All he could do was ride out the madness by riding her hard toward climax.

He felt it hit her unexpectedly. One moment she twisted and struggled beneath him, trying to get closer and get away all at once, and the next she clamped around him like a vise, arms, thighs and pussy tightening and gripping him to her. Levy screamed out his name, the sound issuing hoarsely from her raw throat, and her body arched like a bow beneath him, coming up off the bed until only her head and her hips supported her.

Gajeel wrapped his arms around her holding her steady while he continued to drive inside her. Thrusting was more difficult now, as her body struggled to keep him inside, but he forced through her resistance with half a dozen savage thrusts until the pleasure took him, too, dragging him over the edge of climax. He poured himself into her on a rough shout, feeling his very being drain out of him and into her warm, encompassing body. Then he collapsed onto her, pinning her to the mattress, thinking with a sense of pride that he hadn't nearly finished with her yet.

Again, she danced by the bonfire, her skin glowing with sweat and magic. Why, she wondered. Why was she here? Why was she so entranced by the tribal rhythm of the drums? She couldn't stop her movement, couldn't resist the enchanting mist of power that had surrounded her. It felt like silk, dressing her in an invisible garment, but tightened as the dance continued. Then the drums stopped. She fell to her knees, staring deeply into the fire as a figure began to form. It started with a basic frame. A woman's figure. Then came the hair, the wispy tendrils of flame changing to the color of the sun. Next came features, like a nose and mouth. The feature that took her breath away though, were the eyes. Big, molten brown in the fire, she knew those eyes better than anyone. The question was, why were they here?

The fiery girl walked out of the flames, kneeling by her. "You are both here now. How wonderful" a male voice purred, the source of it walking out from the shadow. "Now milady will be complete." And so the world went black, sending the women into an endless oblivion.

Levy shot up from bed, eyes wide with terror. What was that? Why was it so different this time? Why did Lucy show up? All these questions ran through her mind and she couldn't help but clutch her head, shaking terribly.

"Levy?"

Her eyes shot straight for Gajeel's. One look at her frightened features and he had her wrapped tightly in his arms. "What's wrong? What is it?" he rasped, rubbing her back to help ease the trembling. It didn't work

Levy started sobbing uncontrollably as she clung to the Iron Dragon Slayer.

"That dream again, Gajeel! But it was so different this time! I was so scared! I had no control over my body! And when I saw Lu-chan appear from the fire, I-"

"You saw bunny girl?" he interrupted, furrowing his brow. Coming out of the fire? She is dating flame brain. . .

Levy's whimpering caught his attention and he resumed rubbing her back. "What do you think it means?" he whispered. She had an iron grip on his shoulders, her skin paling considerably as her scent soured with the unmistakable stench of pure fear.

"I think Lu-chan and I are in danger. . . "

To be continued. . .

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