Part III- Homicidal Allergies & Sexual Fevers.

Warning: Lime implied.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

Ok so she did.

A girl can dream right?

Wrong.

Dreams hardly did anything to Levy McGarden. They only contained imaginary fantasies that would probably happen once in a lifetime; though not really.

However, it was pretty obvious from the way she held the box of tissues for dear mercy; her body language was practically screaming that she was sore, and aching in pain. Including the concussion of a headache she was receiving, and how her eyes felt watery and drained, reeling in that annoying itchiness feeling at the same time.

She didn't want to feel guilty or angry about the whole situation, but it seriously bothered her to no avail.

Levy watched as the flower's bloomed through her window, the sun shining down on Magnolia and the broken melodies of the wind chimes that seemed to go on and off at the weather full of allergies.

She liked spring; though at the same time she didn't.

It was her birthday.

And she was sick.

Really sick.

She sneezed automatically while she clenched a tissue right onto her nose. It had to be the umpteenth time she sneezed this early in the morning; and she wanted to murder herself for dealing with this type of sickness on her very birthday. Never had she gotten sick on her birthday. It was a surprise to her, though she had to admit that it was killing every little part of her body.

Levy sneezed.

Levy coughed.

And Levy felt her body go unbearably hot and weak.

"There's no damn way this is allergies…" The sick woman moaned as she lied on her deathbed. Levy felt like she was on the verge of dying and the happy-go lucky weather beaming through her windows made her feel aggravated and pissed to the max. The bright happy weather was calm and soothing from the looks of it. She can hear the kids screaming and hopping for joy, the adults passing by happily, the teenagers doing whatever teenagers do, even the elderly seemed to have a good time this spring afternoon.

And here she was, sick and dying while everyone seemed to have the time of their lives as if they won the lottery.

She heard the door to her room open; she didn't even bother to see who it was, that's how unbelievably sick she is.

"Whoa Lev, you look like something that came out of a horror movie." Cana walked in slowly, her eyes watching the young female entangled in her sheets while tissues lied everywhere on her bed, floor, night stand, and even novels. The brunette also noticed the amount of sweat and how fairly red and puffed up she was. "Damn, you really are sick."

The young adult rolled her eyes; she wasn't in the mood for guests, especially a very sarcastic and sober Cana at the moment. "Would I really lie on my birthday Cana…?" Levy soon coughed after she rasped out that sentence.

"Well I thought you were going to ditch us for some book fair or something." Cana said plainly, the older woman looked at the mountains of books that literally overstuffed the shelves.

Though Levy was actually getting irritated by the second. How dare she walk around her room as if it were an ancient museum? "So…" Cana started, "What are you planning to do for your birthday?" The brunette asked while picking out a novel, she instantly sat on the edge of the bed, crooning, "How the hell can you read this book? It sounds so boring…"

Levy sat up; she ran a hand through her bright blue hair in aggravation while feeling her body tremble slightly, the rhythmic pace of her headache pounding incredibly while her toes curled randomly. Her half-lidded eyes were full of stress and irritation, and the dark rings on her eyes shown that she was beyond angry; she was tired, cranky, and craving a salad or some coffee.

"To answer your questions," Levy spoke groggily before wiping her red nose. "One. I want to sleep all day. No baking, no reading, no phone calls, no nothing. All I want to do is sleep. Two, The Orange Houses is a great book, so do not insult things you do not know of Cana." The young adult felt the blood in her veins boiling, not of anger, but she felt as if she were going to die right then and there if she kept on babbling about sleep, work, and defending her book that was actually really boring. Although she didn't want to admit it. "And three…" She coughed. "Say happy birthday to me and give me my new cell phone you failed to hide in my room."

"Shit!" Cana folded her arms with a slap on her forehead, "I thought I hid it in a very good spot too."

Levy sniffled before closing her strained puffy eyes. "Hiding it between my two favorite books in my shelf isn't really a good spot Cana; it's practically the worse spot—achoo!" She moaned, a headache was occurring. "Ever." She said nasally before removing the sheets from her bed.

Cana pouted, "Well it was Lucy's idea anyway." She folded her arms before leaning against the wooden door. "Say, how's your essay coming along?"

Levy cringed, "I have a few more paragraphs…then I'm done." She yawned. "Then I have to finish mathematical equations…Erza's pushing me to do my best and Evergreen has been needing my help with the library..."

"Well, let me know whenever you're finished. But Lev, you do know that Makarov is really a kind man, he'll let you join—"

"NO." Levy moaned afterwards, damn she just had to yell. "It wouldn't feel right if I just waltzed in there. I want to do the essay like the hard worker I am."

Cana towered over her in an instant. "Hey, don't push yourself, okay?" The woman brushed a strand of blue hair behind the bookworm's ear. "I'll check up on you later, I already put my number there, and Lucy's too, so I'll see ya Lev, get better." Levy's puffy eyes can make out a smile displayed on the brunette, she smiled lifelessly, and with that Cana was gone.

Though it was morning, her body felt immensely drained. Levy felt weak, and she took the advantage of taking a very long, heated nap.

Levy woke up not too early and not too late. If anything, she woke up right on time. Waking up to the sunset was very relaxing; to have her body not ache anymore made it even better. That, and because the soothing wind had run through her sweetly; making her feel completely energized with life-fulfilling activities.

But what made it kind of…awkward…. was the fact that he was here.

And by he she meant Gajeel.

In her room.

Staring at her as if she just met her doom.

Levy was convinced that he was a stalker.

A hot one.

Levy didn't even manage to breathe when he stood right on her doorway; looking seemingly attractive as ever. "Um… Gajeel? How exactly did you get inside my house?" She murmured without sounding croaky of some sort, which kind of surprised her in a good way. Though part of her wondered if she left a spare key under the door mat like before, but Levy highly doubt it, her grandfather always explained that their shop would be overran by squatters.

Levy shrugged. Even if she did leave a copy, she was lucky enough to have Gajeel here other than some creep.

"Secret." Gajeel muttered huskily. Though that didn't stop him from giving her that electrifying stare.

Levy gulped. The atmosphere felt completely hazy, and the fact that he just stood there like a mechanical robot had kind of…terrified her."How..how did you get inside?"

The bookworm waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

But no matter, what Gajeel said no words. However, those blood beaming eyes were glancing at her severely, watching her every move, making her feel…extremely vulnerable. Levy wasn't scared of him. If anything it was the opposite. But then again the feeling felt completely odd than the last time they saw each other, which was about a month ago. This made Levy flush at the memory; and although she did like the cute experience of feeding him like a giant baby, that didn't mean that he could just walk inside her home invading her privacy like some sort of perverted old man!

"Gajeel? Are you alright?"She questioned.

Again, no answer. But instead she found his large self walking over to her, slowly…and creepily. It was like she was taking part of some scary movie; but unlike him wearing a mask or having a chainsaw. It was a cute, overly pierced god with long spiky hair that resembled a porcupine.

"Gajeel—"

Then it happened.

His lips were on hers immediately, and just like that she stood completely frozen in a spell of enchantment. Coffee orbs awoken in bewilderment, his body towering over her as she lied on the bed; scared, stunned, and unbelievably weak to fight against him. Levy tried to push him, but that would never work out apparently, both she and the pierced baboon knew that. Gajeel's huge, and not in the 'really-fat-way' type of huge, but mostly large due to his six-foot height and broad shoulders. If anything, it was like comparing a twig to a one-hundred year old tree.

Yes. That's how big he is.

Well, to her at least.

Levy felt herself gasp at the rough sensation of his body lying over hers. And the fact that his lips were surprisingly soft as hell had kind of damaged her perspective of him; to think the overly rough, bad-boy Gajeel would have soft lips…

Dear heavens, she must be in a coma.

Throughout all the books she's read and some dirty novels she had searched for, this was completely different than any other mature rated books she's come across to. It was her, an early eighteen year old female who had tons of goals for her life and a twenty two year old delinquent who seemed to be stupid enough to mistake her as food on a table.

It was surprisingly weird, yet understandable.

Completely understandable.

Levy had taken all the amount of energy she had left to pry her eyes open; and was shocked to see a Gajeel literally peeling off his black vest as if he was a stripper; a professional stripper. Gajeel dived right back into her; his pierced tongue shoving into the lustful gasp of her mouth. A groan ran out from the back of his throat and Levy was turned on immediately, pulling away she watched Gajeel harshly teased her bottom lip, sucking and nipping the tainted flesh as if it was a dog's chew toy. What made her body burn in even more excitement was the when his hands had lift up her orange t-shirt; a dangerous smirk was shown throughout his face; a look that was bound to be a famous homicidal mug shot in the future.

Being this close, Levy didn't realize just how tan he was. Golden skin; serious blood rimmed eyes; and piercings that stapled his body. The bookworm felt faint; though how can this happen?

How did it happen?

And why did she find herself in such an intimate position with him right away?

This has to be the greatest birthday present…ever.

Long fingers danced below her shirt; lifting it up slowly as it exposed her toned belly. His mouth slid away from her lips and latched onto her neck; licking; placing hot, tender kisses that burned intensely. Instead of leaving or escaping from the man, she just stayed there, moaning in vain like no other. And the sweet ache of the heat evaporating from him was too powerful for her to take.

"Levy…" He whispered sweetly; and in return she ran a hand through those ravenous locks, whimpering in complete satisfaction.

He left vicious bite marks that would probably stay there for a few weeks or so; and as he went back from kissing her, she took her time to return them, trying to see how impatient he could be. And apparently he was, though Levy found out he wasn't fond of teasing from the erotic growl coming from his lips.

"Levy…"

Another moan was replaced as he attacked her collarbone this time, and the small tug on her shorts hadn't really kept her alarm. She wasn't scared of Gajeel.

"LEVY!"

At that very moment, brown eyes shot open, and instead of witnessing Gajeel's lustful, appealing red eyes, it was replaced with Cana's terrified, confused, and slightly drunken ones.

"What. The. Fuck?" She questioned as she peered over Levy; "I'm over here watching Television while eating some of your muffins and all I hear in your room is moaning and something that sounds like… Gajeel? "

Levy's face turned red immediately. "B-But…I thought you left! And what are you doing eating my muffins?"

"I didn't say I was leaving did I? How can I leave you alone while you're sick? What kind of friend do you think I am?" Cana folded her arms, her eyes feigned in hurt. "Maybe I should've left you, you were purring like a cat in heat."

Coffee orbs gaped in demise, "Was not!"

Cana smirked. "Right..So tell me...who's Gajeel? Sounds like some weird Caribbean food, or a new bird species. Probably a new baking recipe?" Levy frowned in return; watching her friend babble about food, television, and more food.

Levy face-palmed herself, groaning, she knew it was too good to be true.

And ever since her so-called birthday passed.

Cana was banned from her home.

(A/N): I was debating if I should post this during April Fool's day, but apparently, I know I'll be busy as always. Good to see that there's more GaLe and many are influenced by it. I need to catch up on more anime, especially Fairy Tail v_v.

Forgive me my readers, I failed to put the real Gajeel in this chapter (Don't hurt me (._.) and I've also been unfaithful and lazy due to writer's block. I've been cheating on you with my brand new Sims 3, divorce me if you dare.

Ah, and review. It'd be nice if I got the latest feedback on my writing or any errors. :3

The fourth chapter will be posted later on this week; I figured since I'm basically done re-editing it I can have the time to work on other chapters and my Gruvia fic. I probably won't be so occupied this week. (hopefully) ^_^

Either way, take care everyone.