Author's notes: Merry christmas to you all, love, peace and lots of fanarts/fanfics to satisfy your inner fanboy/fangirl ^.^ this one is a monster o.0 more than 6000words... i hope you will find it satisfying. Btw, this chapter mention the type of currency in Edolas, since i found no traces of a different type of money i used Jewels, if anyone can bring me references that there is something else, dont hesitate to let me know. Also, i must warn any Hibiki and Eve fans out there, something might shock you or just make you laugh :3

enough babbling, on with the story from the fairy tail that is not mine. Santa said I wasn't a nice enough girl to get it this year :l

From the other side

#5 Crossing the line

" Oh... Looks like someone had fun, yesterday. "

" Really? Who? "

" You, of course. "

Levy didn't even raise her head from under the counter where she was busy fixing Mirajane's broken sink:

" What makes you think I had fun? " she asked with a bored voice, only half curious to know what the barmaid would make up, this time. The white-haired woman was leaning on the counter and even if she was out of the bluenette's line of sight, the later knew that she was smiling that freakish smile at her. A plotting-for-your-doom-and-messing-with-your-( love )-life smile.

" Ah, there's a cute little gleam in your eyes, that's what. You've been sparkling of happiness since this morning. "

Levy rolled her eyes, it was even worse than she expected.

" Really? Is there a giant rainbow coming out of my ass, too? "

A giggle came from above her. Even tho she couldn't see her, she knew that Mirajane had rolled her eyes at her comeback, ignoring the hidden message in it, and on top of that, it wouldn't stop her from pursuing her interrogation:

" Was it a nice date? "

The bluenette flinched before extracting her head from under the sink, starring at the barmaid suspiciously. How did she know she had gone out? She hadn't told anyone about it. In front of her silent question, the barmaid explained:

" Juvia told me. "

Great... And here she thought that the blue-haired woman was cool. Can't trust anyone out there, ain't it? Levy laid down under the sink with a new pipe to replace the damaged one:

" It wasn't a date, I just helped a friend. "

" What kind of help requires you to wear a sexy dress? " whispered the white-haired woman under her breath. She couldn't hold back the smug smile on her lips.

" What was that? "

" I was saying: how sad. You must have been deceived that it wasn't a date. "

" Like hell. " Levy stood back on her feet, wiped her hands with a towel and manipulated the faucets to test them. Satisfied of her work, she turned to the barmaid:

" Listen, I know that you think that I like that guy, Mirajane, but it's all in your head. Gazille and I are only friends. Now that I made that clear, I would appreciate that you stop trying to push things in the wrong direction. "

The older woman raised both hands in surrendering, smiling innocently.

" Alright, Levy, if you say so. "

Gazille entered the pub Blue Pegasus at a slow pace, stifling a yawn. He moved without really seeing where he was going, so used to always take the same path from the door to his favorite stool at the bar that he could trust his legs to get him there. The place was almost deserted even if it was ten o'clock.

Bob, the owner and barman, greeted him as he always did, placed today's newspaper on the counter and prepared coffee. Seeing his customer's heavy eyelids, the fat man chuckled:

" Rough night? " The writer groaned as he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. It wasn't his first all-nighter but he was finding this one hard to live with. Bob was already standing in front of him with a hot cup of coffee but as the afro-haired man reached to take it from his hands, the barman purposely kept it away. Gazille made an uncharacteristic whine:

" Aw, come on, Bob, I really need caffeine today. "

Bob grinned, far from displaying any pity for his customer. They had known each other for a long time and were good friends. However, friendship wasn't enough to prevent the fat man from using the young man's addiction to coffee to get what he wanted, and without a single trace of guilt on top of that.

" Not so fast, boy, first, I wanna know what exactly happened for you to have stayed up all night. Does it have something to do with Shorty? You did invite her to the ball, right?"

The afro-haired man scowled, not finding funny having his morning coffee taken hostage to satisfy the barman's perversion. He answered with a sigh:

" Yes, I did. "

" And? "

The writer yawned behind one hand.

" And? "

It was Bob's turn to frown:

" Don't play dumb with me, did anything happen? "

He had not slept all night, that was what happened. Hundreds of images of Levy had assaulted his brain, and a certain other part of his body, for most of the night, making him toss and turn in bed and even go as far as needing a cold shower to calm down. Memories of the cute fairy when he had seen her in her dress, when she had smiled and laughed or when she had gotten them out of trouble...

Ah, that particular memory was mainly responsible for his lack of sleep. Surprise wasn't strong enough of a word to describe what he had felt when she had grabbed him by the tie and locked lips with him. It had taken all of his willpower to prevent his hands from running all over her body and his tongue from exploring her sweet mouth. If circumstances would have been different, never he would have let her go, even if that could have been the last thing he had done. Even now, just thinking about it made him sweat.

However, no matter how wonderful the experience had been, it had not been a real kiss. It had been only a diversion and as such, meant nothing about Levy's feelings. Couldn't really count as improvement.

" Miss Levy and I have spent a good evening, " he answered because the fat man was still waiting. " We talked, drank a little and almost didn't destroy each other's toes when we danced. "

Bob raised an eyebrow, waiting for the rest of the story but Gazille's stare told him that there wasn't anything else to it.

" That's it? "

The black-haired man nodded. A moment of silence passed between the two men as the barman placed the cup of coffee on the counter where it didn't stay long enough to get cold, the writer already busy burning his throat with it.

" Are. You. Kidding. Me? " The fat man started slowly but he quickly got more and more pissed, the more he talked. " You guys didn't even... Not even a little? Damn, Gazille, I didn't give you those tickets for buying your place in her friend list! Where were your balls, last night? You should have hugged her, kissed her, grabbed her ass, anything! "

The writer was quite glad that the pub was almost empty, he could clearly feel the skin of his nape going hot.

" Forcing myself on a woman is against my rules, Bob. "

" Tch, being a sissy should also be against your rules, boy. "

Indeed, maybe if he wasn't so afraid of losing her, he could make his move and bring things to the next level. He wanted to be close to her, to make her trust him and care for him as much as he did. But he knew that it was risky: she was like a beautiful wild bird, one wrong move and she would fly away to never be seen again.

Seeing as the writer wasn't about to say anything else, the barman sighed:

" One thing is sure, if you keep going like that, you'll die single. "

Levy came out of the library with a scowl. After repairing Mirajane's sink, the short woman had decided to go on a little job to escape boredom. She would have gladly taken a job that included some action, something she hadn't had in a long time, but there wasn't anything of the sort in the job requests, lately. Jet and Droy had gone who knew where, yet again, so she couldn't go train against the nearby forest monsters, even she wasn't strong enough to fight one by herself.

So she had taken a job that looked easy which led her to the city library. Inside, she had met her client, a stern-looking librarian in her forties named Madam Edna that quickly revealed herself to be quite an insufferable old bat. It was only because the pay was good that Levy didn't assault the old woman who had taken pleasure at insulting her size, clothes, hair, manners and pretty much anything else, that and the fact she had also promised to not purposely hurt civilians anymore, no matter if they asked for it or not.

The bluenette took a couple of breath to calm down before she made her way to the address the librarian had given her. Her job was to recover the book that a man had not brought back two weeks ago. She hoped he would be a jerk and try to attack her just for the sake of giving her a good fight. With all the stress she had endured, those past days, she really needed to let off some steam.

Everything that had happened lately was reflecting in her sleep which explained her previous restless night. When she had finally been able to fall asleep, just to make matters worse, her dreams had been full of a certain writer... and some of those dreams had been picturing him and her doing things that were not fitting the definition of the word friend. Just thinking about it brought a blush to her face and she quickly slapped herself twice to make it disappear before Inner Mirajane would notice it. She had enough of dealing with the real white-haired matchmaker, she really didn't need her miniature version on top of that: she had still trouble deciding which one was the worst.

She guessed there was no helping it, after the event of last evening, it was only normal that her subconscious mind worked some crazy scenario and made her dream about Gazille. After all, the adrenaline rush she had felt when they had tried to escape and when they had kissed had obviously tempered with her mind. She admitted that kissing the guy had been quite pleasant, he was a surprisingly good kisser, but that was all that it had been: pleasant. It didn't hold any meaning beside saving them from being caught.

She sighed, there was no reasons to keep worrying about it, anymore. With some luck, nothing else of that kind would happen ever again and she would be fine.

A couple of hours later, the blue-haired fairy was back at the library. She was in a slightly foul mood because the man who had not brought back the book had been a freaking weirdo. A pure and genuine lunatic. He had spent a good half an hour telling her how the book was just the most awesome book ever, the source of all his happiness and that he was reading it non-stop since he had it. He would have told her that he had sex with it, she wouldn't even have been surprised. His enthusiasm had been so grand that Levy almost had to use her five little friends to make him shut up long enough to explain that the book wasn't his and he had to give it back with the money for the late fee. And that was when the retrieve-the-damn-book-for-the-old-witch job became a chase-some-random-book-loving-dumb-ass-through-half-of-the-city job...

She had wanted some action, she had been served.

With the book in hand, she made her way inside the building. She noticed that the place was seemingly empty. She didn't feel like being scolded by the librarian for speaking too loud, as it actually happened previously, so the young woman walked in the aisles to find her client, in silence.

The bluenette checked in every room and every offices but there was nobody. Outside, the sun was already setting for the night while in the building, all the lights were out, making the library look like a huge gloomy black box. Suppressing a shudder, the small woman walked faster and started calling out, to Hell if she was yelled at.

" Oi! Anyone here? "

There wasn't a sound at all, only the soft thud of her footsteps on the carpet. She kept looking left and right for someone, anyone, who would answer her. She shivered at the shadows growing on the walls and shelves, she was feeling nauseous.

She called out again, hoping that some miracle would happen and she would realize that she was not really inside a creepy unknown building, at night, with no light sources available, but safely in her bed facing the fireplace. She was quite tempted to just drop the book right where she was standing, turn around and leave as fast as she could but it would make the whole trouble of getting that goddamn item in the first place senseless. If there was one thing sure, she hated working for nothing.

Levy was so busy convincing herself that she was not scared that she didn't hear the quiet footsteps that came from behind her, nor she noticed the warm light coming with them. A hand touched her right shoulder and that was when she lost all composure she might have had until now. She jumped and spun on herself until she made a 180°, screaming at the top of her lungs before falling flat on her butt.

" Levy? Please, calm down, it's me. "

It took her a couple of seconds before she realized that someone had spoken her name and that she actually knew that voice. Raising her eyes toward a light source coming from an oil lamp, she made out the facial traits of a tall black afro-haired man she knew very well.

" G-Gazille? "

The writer looked at her with a worried face:

" I'm sorry for scaring you. Are you alright? "

She was so relieved to see a familiar face that she let out a strangled cry of happiness as she took his outstretched hand to get back on her feet. She didn't let go at first, it took her a moment before her eyes fell on their joined hands and then, she realized something. Gazille had just witnessed her scream like a little girl. How embarrassing! He was the very last person in Edolas she wanted to look weak in front of. She quickly let go of his hand as if it burned her and kept herself busy by placing her hair behind her ears or watching the almost invisible carpet at her feet.

" Do you feel better? "

His voice was soft and full of concern but the woman was still embarrassed to have shown her biggest weakness in front of him. She nodded vigorously, pretending that everything was alright and speaking with a voice she hoped was hiding any form of nervousness:

" I'm perfectly fine. "

He didn't comment on her answer, only raised an eyebrow. When she had calmed down enough to be interested by other things, such as why he was there, she questioned him about his presence in the library.

" My typewriter is out of ink so I had to come here to finish my article, " he explained with a smile, showing a folder filled with several pages. " Time went by faster than I thought. What about you? "

" I brought back this book for that old woman, Edna. Have you seen her? "

" Mm, at this hour, she must have gone home. Only the night guard should be here. "

Levy cursed, if her client was gone, she wouldn't be paid. No way she was leaving the book here without receiving money. However, there was also no way she would stay here all night. At the thought, she looked around nervously and couldn't hold back another shudder.

" You really don't like the dark, isn't it? "

The blue-haired fairy visibly flinched at his question. She, who was usually so confident and straight-forward, was acting like a frightened child. Even if he knew that it was impossible to be completely fearless, it surprised him to see her genuinely terrified of something as intangible as the darkness. It was sad, really, to see her so fragile when she was always so strong, he wished he could hold her close to him and chase her fears away.

Her ego probably took over her fear, again, as she cleared her throat, stood straighter and fixed him with an arrogant face:

" Me? Like Hell I'm scared, you Idiot. "

Her denial made a smile grow on his lips, in spite of this terrible ordeal, she was still the same. He gestured toward the exit:

" Let's just leave, you could always bring the book back, tomorrow. "

He sure didn't need to tell her twice, she answered with a stern " Great. " as she was rapidly making her way to the door, forcing him to walk fast as well to keep up with her. He figured that the only reason she wasn't running was that he was the one with the lamp.

He was already behind her when her hand grabbed the font door handle and pulled. Or tried to.

" What the? "

The door didn't budge at all, she pulled again and again, with both hands and a furious string of curses at each pulls, but it was useless, the door wasn't moving at all. Gazille frowned: it wasn't supposed to be locked yet, the night guard was usually sitting at the desk near the door at this hour but, of course, there was nobody beside them. The tall man tried the handle as well but he wasn't more successful than the fairy.

" Goddammit! " Levy began pacing left and right, her hands balled into fists, growling between her teeth. " No way I'm staying in this motherfuckin' place, all night! "

" I'm sure the night guard will be here soon, " the writer said while trying to calm the young woman. " Maybe he is just late for his shift. "

He hoped that she would not consider breaking a window or something of the sort before they would be rescued. He scouted the place, as much as the light from the lamp would allow him to see, searching for a way to ease the small woman. He saw at his left the registration counter and made his way toward it.

The moment he started walking, he heard Levy's voice shouting at his retreating back:

" Oi, where are you going? "

Not that she could see him with his back facing her but he made a grimace at her call, cursing himself for his lack of sympathy. Moving with their only source of light had left her in the semi-darkness and that sure wasn't helping her with her phobia.

" My apologies, Levy. I'll be right back. " He reached the counter and started his search.

" D-Don't leave me... " she whispered, probably only to herself but the silence allowed him to hear it. Finding two little lamps, the writer turned back on his feet to face the bluenette who was standing still, her back slightly bent and hugging herself miserably. He hurried back at her side and sat down on the carpet before working at turning on the other oil lamps.

She sat down beside him, hugging her knees and hiding her head behind them. In a couple of seconds, they got enough light to see each others almost perfectly, the afro-haired man silently observing her from the corner of the eyes to make sure she was feeling better. He was glad to notice her breathing had significantly slowed down to a more normal rhythm even if she still looked pale.

After a moment of silence, she spoke in a little voice:

" You must think I'm ridiculous. "

His eyes snapped back at her face, she was watching him from behind her knees, looking defeated.

" Of course not, Levy, " he answered without hesitation. He offered her his most comforting smile. " You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're only as human as I am. "

She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, probably judging of his sincerity, before her beautiful eyes shone with relief and happiness, the corner of her mouth lifting up. She then lowered her eyes to her lap, her cheeks reddening slightly. He sure could get used to that sight.

He wasn't sure how much time passed after that but eventually, the library's door opened. Jumping on their feet, the duo met the one who was responsible for their unplanned confinement, a man of average height with dark flat bangs falling in his eyes who smelled strongly of alcohol. It took the guard a whole five seconds before he actually realized that there was people waiting for him inside the building.

Gazille frowned, crossed his arms over his chest and spoke first, startling the man before he had the chance to ask about them:

" That's about time. "

His voice had been cold and severe, like a father scolding his delinquent son. The guard sweat, obviously not in shape to assimilate words and even less for making a coherent sentence, his mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish. The afro-haired man pursued his verbal attack:

" We could ask you what took you so long but judging by the smell, the answer is quite obvious. Do you know how long we have been here? What if we would have been in danger? Are you conscious that your irresponsibility could have cost us our lives? "

Levy discreetly approached her head toward the writer's, whispering through her teeth without breaking eye contact with the guard:

" Isn't that a bit too much? " In spite of her words, she was smiling.

Gazille shook his head as the guard finally formed words:

" Woah, I-I'm sorry, Mister. I-I didn't t-think-"

" No, indeed you didn't, " the bluenette growled in turn. " You know, we should totally go see Madam Edna, right now, and tell her about you drinking on the job. "

" No! " he cried, his skin turning white and his forehead sweating like a waterfall. " Not Madam Edna, she's a real witch! Please, don't tell her anything! "

The writer shared a satisfied look with the fairy, they had won.

" Alright, " the young woman said at last, " at one condition: give us six thousands Jewels and we forget about it. "

The guard didn't look enthusiast at the amount of money asked but the idea of having to face the wrath of Madam Edna was apparently worse than becoming broke. He gave the money with a grimace and was rewarded with the book previously held by the blue-haired woman.

The moment they were outside, Levy twirled in joy, her head thrown back and a huge grin on her lips.

" Free, at last! "

Gazille smiled at the sight. The young woman cheered and laughed at her freedom, the passers-by would think she had just won at the lottery. Her eyes fell on him and she quickly came at his side, pulling his hand playfully:

" We must celebrate this! Come on, let's go have a drink. "

The proposition was very tempting, however:

" I would love to but I'm broke. "

She rolled her eyes before waving the pile of Jewels she had in hands:

" Not anymore, Dummy. Come on, move your ass, I won't take no for an answer. "

No matter how he had insisted that the money was hers and he couldn't accept it, the bluenette had won in the end, using her classic Obey-or-I'll-punch-you technique against him. She had dragged him to the Blue Pegasus where they ate and drank for the past hours. He didn't regret it one bit, it was very entertaining, even more than the previous evening at the palace. The negative point was that Hibiki and Eve, two of Bob's waitresses, were the ones behind the bar, that night, and it was certain that their boss would know every single details of what had happened between Levy and him, the day after. But the good point was that they gave them free drinks so they could play a special game of checkers using shooter glasses.

At the moment, they were pretty far into the game and almost even in loses. Levy was a surprisingly good drinker but her cheeks were becoming quite red and she had a glazed look in her eyes. The fact that she was smiling from ear to ear non-stop was also a good indicator of her state of drunkenness. Per chance, or maybe not, she was the happy-cuddly type of drunk so she just kept laughing, smiling and being all joyful over nothing.

After drinking her winner's shot, the bluenette raised her arms high over her head in victory:

" Yay, me! I'm the queen! "

Gazille congratulated her then glanced over at the clock, it was already two in the morning. The young woman yawned wide before rubbing her eyes like a toddler.

" We should call it a night, Levy. I'll take you home, " he said while chuckling at her lovable drunk pout. Hearing him laugh made her giggle in turn as he helped her out of her seat.

" Youu'r right, Gashille, you'r totally drunk, you knooow, " she slurred as they wobbled left and right out of the pub. He felt light-headed but he thought he was still in pretty good shape which wasn't her case. Every time she tried to walk by herself, she would almost end up throwing herself against people or houses. He placed his arm around her waist to keep her up on her feet.

" Are you alright? "

She looked up at his face, her eyes heavy and her smile never-ending, hanging on his jacket to not fall.

" 'm fine. Shuper shuper fiiiine. "

He looked around in the street where there was some people here and there and he realized that he had no idea where she lived. He asked her but she only made a gesture with her hand:

" Around here... "

" No, really, Levy, where do you live? "

She shrugged because she had apparently found something much more interesting to do than go back home and that was playing with his hair. She was softly massaging his scalp and petting his curls.

" Your hair are so fluffy and soft. " She giggled while laying her head against his arm lazily.

Her actions were sending shivers all over his spine, making him lose focus on his quest, but he gave himself a mental slap and decided to walk around a little, maybe they would miraculously end up at her house. They walked in a slow pace since it made it easier to prevent her from falling and honestly, he was far from complaining, it was giving him the golden opportunity to hold her close. Of course, it would be the furthest he would go, tonight: drunk or not, his gentleman's code still prevailed.

Unfortunately, the blue-haired beauty wasn't helping him at all with his vow... When he looked down at her, he had a perfect view of her pretty head, her almost bare shoulders and the shape of her bosom, thanks to the string-strapped black top she was wearing. That was seriously challenging his integrity, after all, he maybe was a gentleman but he wasn't made of stone.

" Gazille? "

The writer snapped out of his daydreaming state and looked at the young woman at his side. She stopped walking as she lifted her gaze to met his, smiling softly.

" You're really nice. "

He smiled back:

" So are you. "

She shifted on her feet until she was facing him, her body close to his and her smile growing larger if that was possible. If she hadn't been swaying slightly and looking at him with heavy eyes, he wouldn't believe she was drunk.

" Nah, I ain't nice like you, " she poked him at the word you, " you're really really the greatest guy there is. "

She swayed forward and bumped into his chest, he caught her at the same time. Her arms encircled his waist as she giggled, yet again. He could feel her warmth through his clothes.

" And you know what? " she added. " I really really like you. "

Levy's eyes were gazing at him so intensely, he felt he was melting. He didn't fully register how it exactly happened but somehow, her arms traveled from his waist to his shoulders and her face got closer to his. The gap between them disappeared when she hooked her hands behind his head and joined lips with him for a second time. His own hands found their way on her hips, just like the day before, but this time, he allowed them to explore as his lips danced against hers. He had thought that last night's kiss had been captivating but it was nothing compared to what they were doing right now, this was literally burning him from the inside. He couldn't get enough of her tongue in his mouth, of her thighs and breasts under his hands or of her moans that were sending him over the edge of sanity. The feeling of her fingers in his hair was as dangerously appealing as the form of her body pressed against his, the most obvious proof of his attraction tightening his pants.

She whispered something against his mouth before kissing him again, honestly, he didn't have a single clue of what it was about, but it did make him notice the sweet fragrance of alcohol coming out of her mouth. That simple thing ignited a mental fight between the voice of his conscience and the one of his desires.

This must stop.

Why?

She's drunk.

So what?

It's against your code.

She started it.

She's drunk!

Do you know how long I've wanted this?

SHE IS DRUNK!

I won't hurt her.

She'll hate you forever...

True. He had to put a stop to this before it would be too late for both of them.

Against his instincts, Gazille grabbed Levy's shoulders and pushed her at arms length, breaking the kiss in the process. She groaned, displeased by his actions, as he just kept his eyes on the ground and concentrated on recovering his breath. Looking at her panting and longing for him would probably spell his doom.

" We can't do this, " he said in a shaky voice, letting go of her reluctantly.

The bluenette blinked, as if she was half-asleep, speaking in a loud voice:

" What do ya mean? "

" It's wrong. "

" You don't like me, " she accused him, which made him look at her with wide eyes.

" No, believe me, it's not- "

She stumbled drunkly backward but recovered without any grace, too busy yelling:

" IT'S 'CAUSE I'VE GOT SMALL TITS, ISN'T IT? "

The afro-haired man jumped on her, slapping both hands on her mouth, his eyes wide as saucers.

" Shut up! " he loudly whispered, his face as red as his eyes, ashamed for her sake since she wasn't. He looked around, noticing the stares of some people close by. Levy didn't see them, of course, she was trying to push his hands away from her. He decided that it would be best to bring her somewhere safe while she would sober up.

" Alright, come with me, " he told her while grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him, bringing her to his apartment. The bluenette quickly forgot that she was shouting at him mere seconds before and happily followed him while giggling.

The trip to his place had been longer than usual, having to drag a blue little fairy, busy signing off-key and waving at random people or objects, complicated things. He was proud to have been able to pull it off without major incidents, tho, she didn't even trip in the stairs that brought them to the second floor where his apartment was.

He stopped in front of his door and dug in his pocket to find his keys. His guest stumbled against his back and her arms sneaked around his waist, easily breaking his concentration. He groaned in frustration while she just chuckled.

Unlocking his door, at last, he tried to help her get inside but he ended up being pushed against the breakfast counter by the very energetic bluenette. Without giving him time to recover, Levy threw her arms around his neck and worked on covering his face and neck with little kisses, obviously having a lot of fun doing so. Gazille did his best to avoid them while he held her with one arm around her waist and went backward in his room, barely a few feet behind them.

When he got close to the single bed, he tried to turn around to make her sit on it however, the blue-haired woman had something else in mind. She pushed him, making him loose his balance and fall on the carpet beside the bed. She quickly straddled his hips and laid down over him, her flushed face mere inches from his as she rubbed her nose against his. It was surprising how quick she was for someone barely able to walk a straight line.

He looked up at her, stunned by the fall, his own breath caught in his throat because of the sight. Her brown eyes were looking at him with such lust, the kind of look he had been dreaming of for a few days now, that it was making him hot from head to toes. He had instinctively placed both hands on her hips, his fingers sprawled on her buttocks ( hiding under a checkered skirt ) and that single information reignited the fight between his desire and his reason. He was having a hard time listening to it because of the thundering beat of his heart in his ears.

His reason had won the second round and it wasn't too early because the young woman had tried to kiss him again. He guessed that he should be proud of his strong sense of gallantry because he was succeeding at sitting up with Levy still straddling his lap without surrendering to his urges. Carefully, he lifted her off him and made her sit on his bed, avoiding to watch her face or her chest. He knelt before her and worked at removing her boots, which wasn't an easy task when you had hands playing with your hair and a sultry voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

The last boot was hitting the floor when Levy placed both hands on his jaw and pulled him toward her, locking lips with his. She let herself fall slowly on her back, bringing him over her in the process. After all this fighting, the writer felt his resolve falter and in spite of all his efforts, he couldn't help but finally surrender to the one who held his heart. He kissed her back with all his might, savoring her as much as he could, shivering under her hands that were running all over his body. He well intended to keep his promise and not cross the line he had fixed earlier so he gradually slowed down his caresses until they ended up only touching lips. He lifted his head after a moment, watching her laid down with closed eyes, she smiled with a contented sigh as her breathing slowed down.

He knew she had fallen asleep when her soft snores invaded the silence of the room, he carefully moved away from her until he was safely out of the room, almost afraid that she would wake up and assault him again. He pressed his back against the closed door and dropped his head down, he was exhausted.

" You're such an idiot, " he whispered but he wasn't sure who he was saying this to.

The man let out a long sigh then he opened his eyes. He was shocked to notice that his belt and his zipper were undone, exposing his underwear. He quickly refastened his pants, feeling his cheeks burning in embarrassment:

" When did she...? "

End notes: hehehe am i the only one who really likes drunk levy? hope you enjoyed and thx for the reviews and faves i love them like i love dark minth chocolate... hmmm