A/N: This drabble has a hearty helping of implied shenanigans. It's tomorrow's efforts that are distinctly nsfw.

Gajeel parked between the scrubby bushes and killed the ignition. "So what if your plans with Lucy and that idiot of hers fell through. Ain't this more fun?" He grinned, the tips of his sharp teeth making an appearance. "It's a bit early in the season to be killin' time here, but that just means ain't no one around to pester us."

"You make it sound so romantic." Levy unlatched her seatbelt and kicked off her shoes. Gajeel reached for her, but she shook her head. "You said you'd show me a good time. I have no desire to get injured by the steering wheel again."

"Yeah, don't worry yer pretty head - it'll be good." Gajeel watched as Levy slithered past him into the backseat. "Spread the blanket, would ya? I don't wanna freeze my ass like last time."

"Ah, the romance is building already." Levy snorted and slapped Gajeel on the butt as he climbed into the backseat. He looked affronted by the action, but Levy wasn't deterred. "I'm looking out for you, keeping your blood circulating."

"Not exactly Shrimp." He leered, "You get my blood goin', but it's all collecting at one spot." He moved closer to Levy and stared. "Tonight I'm gonna get you so worked up, you'll scream my name."

"Oh?" Levy purred, "You think so? Past history shows us that you're the one that loses control."

A hard smile on his sullenly handsome face, Gajeel flicked open the top button of Levy's shirt. "I really like those new piercings you have." He popped the next one open. "Been thinkin' you're gonna get loud, Shrimp."

Levy trapped her boyfriend's hand under hers as he opened another button. "And what if I make you scream my name?" Her eyes gleamed as she batted her eyelashes.

"Ghee hihi, stop with the femme fatale act." Gajeel licked his lips. "I don't need it and it just makes me think you're up to no good." He struggled out of his shirt and flung it into the front seats. "C'mere, without the engine on it's gonna get cold, quick."

"So, you are admitting you need me to keep warm." Levy giggled, "That's progress." One hand in his wild hair and the other on his pectoral, Levy kissed Gajeel.

Rustles from the thickets on either side of the car were easily ignored as the two teenagers fumbled towards ecstasy.

Levy walked to the bus stop, finding Lucy already there. Her voice and attitude were cheery. "Too bad you had to spend last night with your dad, and couldn't hang out with me and Gajeel last night."

Lucy couldn't bring herself to meet Levy's eyes. "Uh, yeah. Funny we just didn't hook up, I mean, meet up." A nervous laugh escaped her mouth. "Last night was … good though." She shifted her load of school books in her arms, craning her head to check for the bus.

"It certainly sounded good for you, Levy."

Both girls jumped to hear Natsu join the conversation.

Lucy dropped her bag and smacked Natsu on the arm. Through clenched teeth she hissed, "I said don't let her know!"

"Geeze Lucy, you don't have to manhandle me." Natsu kept his shit-eating grin pinned in place. "Next thing you're not gonna want me to compliment Levy on having the vocal range of an opera singer."

Levy let her own school bag spill at her feet. "You know." Face bright red, she looked at Lucy and then Natsu and back again. "Oh my god, you know!"

Lucy's face went scarlet. She bit her lips and wrung her hands.

Socially clueless and proud of himself, Natsu smiled happily.

Levy thought over all the information she had and came to a stunning conclusion. Her incipient panic attack calmed. Ignoring Natsu, she addressed Lucy. "You lied about keeping your dad company. You were ... parking, same as me and Gajeel." After taking a deep breath, Levy continued. "And I know what you were doing."

Lucy nodded.

Natsu crowed, "At least we were quieter!"