A/N: Finally! This chapter has a SERIOUS NSFW WARNING! It's not too explicit, but that might be different for some people. If you read the first chapter you would know what you were expecting, right? Anyways, I hope you guys are doing okay. Last week, I did requests and I couldn't finish this chapter. It's finished now, so that's what's important.

Again Not Safe For Work and enjoy the new chapter.

Chapter Six: Crazy

Levy melted against his body.

Gajeel lifted her off the couch and carried her into her room without releasing her lips from his own. His touch was so familiar and yet foreign, Levy almost forgot how much she ached for him again. The smoothness of his skin against her fingers. The intoxicating earthy musk, though she kind of missed the hint of tobacco with his scent. His hands were rough, but his lips were soft, tasting her quivering skin. Levy was unceremoniously dropped on to her bed and giggled as Gajeel crawled on top of her. Her wavy blue hair fanned out on her pillow and Gajeel stopped his trek, looking down at her chest. Levy's face heated up against his intense gaze.

"Your necklace," Gajeel's voice low and resolute. "Where did you get it?" He leaned over to her side and slid his arm under her pillow, where he grabbed the pendant hesitantly with his other hand. Levy flickered to his curious face and then down to her silvery necklace.

"It was my great-grandmother's necklace. A gift from my great-grandpa before they got married." Levy sighed, scooting over and nuzzling against him. He was so warm and inviting, Levy couldn't help but press herself along his muscular body. "You saw this before, haven't you?" He gave her a long look. "That night at the Halloween party. It was you, wasn't it?" Gajeel's lips pressed into a hard line and looked away, but Levy grabbed his face, caressing his stubble jaw. "Why did you leave?" He was pulling away now. "Gajeel—"

"I had to," Gajeel gulped nervously, grabbing her hand from his jaw. "I-I couldn't stop myself if I kept goin' and you don't want me to keep goin'." Fear bubbled up in her throat. She was afraid he might leave her again. "I saw yer necklace and it reminded me of who I was."

"And who you are is stopping from doing what your heart wants?" Levy was bold for asking that. She had no right to tell him what he truly wanted. A selfish thing considering that this was what she desired. And then some. "Gajeel, I know I'm new to your world, but this—" She pressed his hand over her chest and necklace. "—I don't want you to stop and I trust you with my life. So please. Count on me as I do so to you." Gajeel leaned in and set his forehead to hers. She could see it in his eyes how much he wanted to trust her. How much he wanted to believe in her words, though some hesitation lingered. He doubted himself, but Levy knew it would take time for him to trust himself.

"The last time I saw this necklace," Gajeel squinted at the pendant. "Before you ridiculed it with shiny jewels, it was worn by Salamander." The old friend who looked like Natsu. "The pack probably sold it to a merchant for money. Back then, we lived off thievery and gang activities. After Salamander died, I tried to look for his necklace. Something for Princess to remember him by." His eyes held on to the necklace. Levy didn't dare move and watched his eyes go back to that horrific time. There was a sense of alikeness between Gajeel and Lucy when their blank stare would bring them back. Lucy's warm bronze eyes and Gajeel's mesmerizing ruby eyes were like ancient jewelry of their own.

"You care for Lucy, don't you?" Levy asked. "Why do you call her Princess?" His eyes flickered and then looked at her.

"She's—uh—" Gajeel cleared his throat. "We are three hundred years or more apart. She's like—um—my great great times whatever the fuck it is great grandniece." He paused and bit his lip. "My mother's sister was her relative." He paused again, and Levy continued to glare at him. He was avoiding the question. "She doesn't like being called Princess, so I keep callin' her that. Happy?" Levy pondered a bit, playing with a strand of his hair. Lucy did mention how much she hated being the privileged. How she wanted to see and experience the world differently. Free from all her responsibilities as a mistress of a house.

"Cousins." Levy nodded. "Both of you are different."

"Different time periods." Gajeel pointed out. "My people ain't the type for silks and fancy bowls. We live for glory and legacy to our name. She…well, a princess." His fingers moved along her arm slid her fingers between his. "If she was born durin' my time, she would've been my betrothed." He laughed and her smile fell. "Thank god for that. I don't think I like to have a wife like her."

"You don't know that." Levy chuckled, feeling her finger tips tingle against the pads of his fingers. "Lucy of your time might've been different." Gajeel shook his head. "Besides, if she was alive during your time, I think Salamander would've made a move before anyone considered her your fiancée."

"Can we not talk about Lucy—especially like 'hat?" Gajeel grimaced and Levy couldn't help, but laugh at the broody man. "It's not funny."

"It's a little funny." Levy nuzzled against shoulder. "I like you like this." Gajeel gave her a questioning look. "Relaxed…open—" She paused and stared at their hands, continuing their tingling tango. "—I don't know. I just know that I never felt more like myself with anyone before." His fingers left her hands and reached for her chin, guiding them to his gaze. "Until now." She gulped and her eyes dropped to his lips. "Is that silly for me to say?" Her lashes fluttered against his arm and sunk further into his touch.

"Crazy," Gajeel smirked and her face heated up into a faint blush. "A crazy girl believin' in fairy tales."

"A crazy girl falling for a crazy old Viking." Levy inhaled the scent of him and put her hand over his as she nuzzled into his palm. "The question is…has the Viking prince fell for the crazy ordinary girl?" His smirked widen before it fell to a frown. Levy regretted asking for not knowing the extent of the pain she caused.

"Berserkers are different." He gulped. "There was no one else like you." The arm beneath her skull curled and his fingers grabbed a blue tendril without her knowledge. "The centuries I have lived, no one captivated me as much as the other berserkers would talk about. Salamander would mention of it, though never listened. I thought it as trivial."

"What is?" Levy raised her head and it was Gajeel's turn to lay his head on the pillow. She set a hand on his sternum, feeling the beat of his heart and the heat of his skin. The moonlight from her windows casted down his face and the true glow of his eyes shone brightly than before.

"First time I saw ya," Gajeel blinked, and cleared his throat. "Yes, it was that time in the alley, but the first time since then, I saw you at your high school graduation." He paused, glittering eyes looking at her body. "I was loungin' around the woods next to your school. I didn't know it was you until you started dancin' around in the pourin' rain. Your green robe was unzipped and damp—blue dress against your body—mud at your feet—white shoes thrown in puddles—" His hand found her arm and slowly glided his fingers along her skin. "Everyone was worried about their hair and clothes, but you…you embraced it. No cares for what the rain would do to ya."

"I'm not letting a little rain dampen my spirits." Levy giggled, corner of her lips pressed against his bicep. "One of the happiest days of my life." Graduated the top ten percent of her class, got into one of the best architect schools in the country and a new life. It excited and scared her in so many ways she couldn't fathom at the time. And who would have known Gajeel was there and she didn't even know it. "So, were you stalking me throughout my college years?"

"We were on the run." Gajeel snorted. "Can't be worried about a shorty like you all the time."

"Then, you saw me again at the party?" Levy asked and he nodded. "You were in Magnolia at the time."

"I had to follow up on somethin' and you happened to be there." Gajeel explained. "I never thought of seein' you."

"Or kissing me, right?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Or touchin' ya." Gajeel grabbed her chin between his fingers. Her lower belly stirred with fire. A simple touch was all it took to lure her into his intoxicating trance. Levy only had a taste of that bliss and somehow a sense of rage bubbled up, remembering how he abruptly left her wantoning.

"And left me." Levy sputtered out without thinking. "M'sorry." She muttered. "I didn't mean that." She could see Gajeel taken back from her tone. "I'm sure you have your reasons." Gajeel leaned in, however, his lips hovered over hers. Her heart sped up and lips quivered, waiting for his touch, but then he let her go. Her eyes fluttered open and met his conflicting gaze.

"Berserkers mate for life." Gajeel grinned. "It's not only the act but of the heart." Gajeel articulate it clearly. His accent gone. "Ever since that Halloween night I couldn't stop thinkin' about you." His voice low and husky. "I wanted you." His eyes hard and stern. "But, I knew I couldn't. I stopped before I could."

"I didn't want you to." Levy shook her head. "I didn't care of the repercussions."

"You don't know what ya askin'." Gajeel growled and now he pushed her lightly on to her back. "You don't want part of this madness." He pinned her wrists beside her head and Levy struggled against his hold. "My life ain't steady. I could hurt you. And if somethin' happens to ya I don't know what I'd do." His usual disarming red eyes were now filled with compassion. The beast was no longer a beast. He was born human with human tendencies, however, for so long Gajeel believed he was a monster who couldn't love. For that, Levy would prove him wrong.

"My life," Levy gulped, staring up at him. Her hands relaxed against his hold. "I've always played it safe…always by the rules and expectations. The only thrills I seek were found in books, wanting to live like the characters in their reality. Do you understand? It's like Lucy wanting to see the world outside her high walls and marble floors. She didn't care of the dangers, she wanted to live life." She paused when she felt his grip around her wrists relax. "Now, I don't care of the dangers you carry. I'll be happy to go through life, my life, to be part of yours. I know I may be foolish and young—and I don't know much about you—and neither you with me. But, I am willing to spend my lifetime doing so." She returned a long look at him. "If we'll have me."

Gajeel continued to stare at her from above. His jaw tightens and his eyes shifted from her gaze to her lips, thinking about what she said. Everything she said was the tip of the iceberg of what she felt about their situation.

"There's no way of gettin' rid of ya. Is there?" Gajeel shook his head and Levy giggled. He leaned in and kissed her softer than before. This teasing and his body heat were driving Levy mad. For so long she wanted this, and Gajeel was hesitating. "It's getting late."

No.

Levy choked on her dying words as Gajeel pulled away, but he didn't leave her side. He lay back down and pulled her against him, nuzzling her head beneath his chin. She wanted to protest him, urging him to continue where they left off at the party, however, the feel of his warm bare chest against her back and his arm beneath her head suddenly made her feel very sleepy. She rarely slept the last couple days and especially today was filled with more chaos.

"Hm," Levy hummed against him. "How dare you leave me hanging like that?" Levy moved her hips against his groin, getting pay back for all the teasing.

"Trust me, luv." Gajeel chuckled. "I'd take ya if I could, but we both have a meeting tomorrow." Levy bit her lip. He was right and glancing up to the digital clock next to her night stand, it was almost three in the morning. "Now, sleep."

"Hm," Levy blinked hazily against his arm. Her fingers softly traced the protruding veins beneath his skin. The warm hand on her belly slowly moved down to the hem of her shirt and she squirmed against his touch, sliding his fingers beneath the cloth. "How can I if you keep doing that" Levy swayed her hips against him, quietly gasping at the growing member between them.

"Levy," Gajeel growled against her hair, fingers curling around her flat stomach. She didn't stop and soon her innocent sway turned into involuntary grinding, ass pressing roughly against his member. The feel of his cock made her inner thighs burning for more. "Ya keep doin' that—"

"Or what?" She gasped, craning her neck and exposed it to Gajeel. "Leave?" She taunted him as his arms wrapped tighter around her. "You wouldn't do that—ah!" Her breath hitched as Gajeel lips encompassed her shoulder. Hot, blistering kiss trailed from her collarbone to her neck, sending lightning bolts throughout her body. Gajeel suckled on her sweet flesh, leaving a blatant mark at the base of her neck. The hand in her shirt glided further up her torso and grabbed her perky breasts. "Gajeel!" She cried out, gulping her gasps as best she could.

"Easy, luv." Gajeel growled. Hot air cooled the marks on her skin. "If it's too much for ya." Gajeel moved his hand back down her belly and Levy stopped him, turning around and this time it was her turn to torture him. His hair fanned out under his back and over the pillow and his curious eyes watched as Levy straddled his hips, grinding her tender apex against him. Levy watched as his hooded eyes drank her in and a low raspy moan escaped his swollen lips. It drew confidence in her heart and she smiled down at him as she moved her hips. His hands found her bottom and muscular fingers clenched tightly, feeling her move on her volition. "Jaysus, Lev." He gulped, fingers curving over her bottom and then bucking his hips to meet her own. She moaned and rolled her eyes, hands finding his and guiding them up her body. She felt the curve of her waist and breasts over his hands, watching his lidded eyes watch in bewilderment.

"Gajeel," She mewled and sucked in a heavy breath. "Please?" Fingers moved down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, dragging it over her skin and her head. Once her shirt was tossed aside, Gajeel sat up and claimed her lips. It was then Levy saw the burning ring of fire around his ruby eyes. She saw them in Lucy, however, in bronze to match her chocolate brown eyes. Gajeel's eyes glowed like hot embers midst the hearth of a campfire. His heavy gaze burned right through her and stirred the fire in her belly, coiling oh so delightfully, wanting more.

Gajeel flatten his hand over her breast, slowly cupping it as his lips fervently claimed the column of her neck. She continued to move her hips as waves of pleasure moved through her body, reaching towards something she came close to achieving that Halloween night. Levy wanted him to touch her, to have his fingers slip between her shorts and panties and resume where he left off at the party. She dreamed of what could have been, and this was far from what she could've hoped.

It was better.

Taking his sweet time, Levy was getting impatient with his steadiness and she pushed him back into the bed. A surprising look came upon his face at Levy's strength to pin his wrists on either side of his head. His eyes shifted to her hands before falling back to and Levy leaned down and kissed him. Dainty fingers glided over his golden skin, feeling the thick muscles in his arms, grazing the metal studs in his arms, and Gajeel growled in the back of his throat as she stole his breath. Levy was astonished by his reactions, never thought she could do this to a man. Especially someone like Gajeel. She was inexperienced and yet her curiosity (and knowledge from the occasional naughty books) was working for him. Levy wondered how far her curiosity would lead her.

Her lips moved to the corner of his mouth, his stubble chin and along his jaw, earning her a new set of low rasps. Hands glided down his broad heaving chest, feeling every expanse of muscle, every ridge convulse under her touch. Her belly ached and her skin burned for more, lips moving down his neck to his chest. The feel of his skin against hers and once her hands found the hem of his pants that was when Gajeel growled and grabbed her waist.

"What—?" Before Levy could finish, Gajeel flipped her on her back and playfully pinned her down with a sinister smirk on his face.

"Yer sure about this?" Gajeel asked, a hand cupping her left breast. His half-lidded eyes grazed over her chest and heat instantly burst through her face at the intimacy. "Levy?" He noticed her tense up and he released his hand from her chest. "Y'okay?"

"I'm fine," She forced a smile. "It's just—" Her throat felt heavy and for some reason felt really nervous. More ways than one. "—I'm a bit…small?" She let out an uneasy chuckle and shrugged her shoulders slightly. Gajeel shook his head, a ravenous tendril came across his face and Levy wanted to move it away, however, Gajeel returned his hand against her soft mound, massaging it and rubbing her erect nipple with his thumb. Her insecurities slowly died and were replaced by the faint wave of pleasure.

"Yer perfect." Gajeel kissed her nose and he noticed her wanting to protest, but he kissed her again. "Perfect." He growled. His tenderness had done her in and she relaxed, watching her chest rise and fall and his eyes stared in a trance. So much sensation, so many unknowns, any thought was simply pushed away and Levy completely gave herself to the pleasure tingling between her thighs as Gajeel's head dipped down and replaced his thumb with his tongue. Her fingers tangled into his thick black hair and tugged at his strands. He growled and continued, looking up at her as she rolled her head back. His right hand found her other soft breast and toyed her with his rough thumb, and his left moved between her burning wet heat.

With one tug, Gajeel swiftly removed Levy's shorts and panties at the same time. Another flush of heat washed over her face, realizing he was making his way down her body, leaving trail of wet kisses on her stomach. Levy's eyes widen and breathed heavily when devilish eyes looked up at her. She didn't want Gajeel to look down there, especially that close, but her heart didn't want him to stop. Her legs spread apart with Gajeel cupping her ass with his hands and slowly kissed the pulsating bud between her legs.

"Gajeel!" Levy breathed in, fists clenching at the blankets so tightly. His fingers played at her hot wet entrance, teasing her as Gajeel's tongue rolled over her folds.

"You like 'hat?" He paused to look up at her, grabbing her breast with one hand. Levy held his hand and nodded along a whimper. Levy wanted to touch him so bad, feeling this new set of pleasure raking through her body. She had never felt so exposed and yet never knew this side of her. To lose control so easily and Gajeel driving her to the brink. She arched her back into his teasing fingers, stretching her entrance and Gajeel complied with a single digit into her quivering core.

"Oh my," Levy couldn't finish her words and Gajeel climbed up and lay next to her. He slipped another finger into her quim and watched her beautiful flushed face react to it, feeling her walls clench around him. His lips found her forehead and Levy nuzzled her cries against his shoulders, biting down on the muscular flesh. He growled at the intrusion and her hands finally getting what she wanted.

More of Gajeel.

"Please," Levy beckoned, rasping against his hot skin. She reached for the hem of his pants, feeling the heat of his cock through his loose sweatpants. He growled against her ear and his fingers moved with her in rhythm to her stroking. "It's not fair you're still clothed." Her breath was raspy and sharp. Levy tried to keep her own eyes open, but all the waves of pleasure in her body flooded to her heated core. Her heart beating hard and fast against her chest and soon all that concentrated bliss exploded into tiny bolts of lightning from her stomach to the edge of her fingers and toes. "Oh my—Gajeel! Oh my gosh, Gajeel!" Her hazy eyes stared at his dazzling red eyes, gasping so heavily against him, Levy didn't know what to do. Her hips moved, meeting his fingers with a thrust of her own, and short wet kisses grazed her jaw, rewarding Levy with Gajeel's own little mewls.

"Yer incredible." Gajeel groaned, and slid his fingers out of her. Levy clenched at nothing, giving her time to catch her breath and watch the handsome Scandinavian Prince peel away at his pants. Levy's hazy gaze flashed opened at the sight of golden skin. So much of it, her whiskey colored eyes locked on the fully erect member, bobbing slightly as Gajeel crawled back into bed. He was surprisingly large, though her inexperience wouldn't know what was average or not, however, her only concern at the moment was if they could fit. "I—um—" Gajeel was at her side again, hand at her waist and waiting for her cue.

"You ready?" Levy encouraged, pulling him over so legs were either side of his hips. She moaned as his hardness rested against the entrance of her. The feel of his head throbbing against her had her antsy. Levy wanted to grab his sexy tight bottom and drive him into her, but she had to wait. From what her friends talked about and the books she had read, she knew this was going to hurt.

Gajeel's eyes stared deep into her eyes without a blink, and she set a tender hand on either side of his head. His dark lashes flickered against his sharp cheek bones, the familiar haunting red eyes stirred something in her chest, something she'd never felt before. For years she dreamed of them. The eye of her savior, a monster—but now it was different as these were the eyes of someone she fell in love with. She read enough to know what it means, though to feel it, Levy had no idea.

Was this it?

She kissed him, tender tongues and swollen lips continued their heated tango as Gajeel pushed into her. Levy gasped. She could feel the inexorable stretch of her body as he edged deeper. Pain burned slightly, but for only a moment. He noticed her discomfort and almost pulled away, however, Levy kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She wasn't going to let him go.

"Don't stop," she whimpered, gliding her fingers over his slick shoulders and threaded them through his long black hair. "Don't hold back." She dared him with eyes that burned like his own. Feral light blazed over Gajeel's eyes and he held her close as he reared his hips back and took her completely in one single thrust.

"Fuck," Gajeel cursed softly against her neck. She cried out, feeling how utterly complete she felt encompassing him fully. The pleasure swimming in her body awakens once again, replacing the pain she soon forgotten. "Yer so tight." Gajeel gasped against her skin, and started to move his hips, feeling her slick walls milking him.

"Gajeel—" She moaned into his ear, digging her nails into his shoulders. She sucked in a breath as his pace quickens and Levy moved with him, kissing his hot slick skin.

"C'mere." Gajeel rasped, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her from the bed. Her hazy eyes met his as she straddled him. The angle was brutally deep and Levy couldn't help herself put move against him. "Levy." He beckoned, holding her tight and guiding her to move her hips with his hands. His cheeks were flushed like the color of his eyes, black hair clung to his sweat slicked skin and the way he said her name—Levy was afraid she might wake up from this glorious dream, afraid of being only a dream.

The thought of that made Levy's heart clench and she entangled her fingers into his hair. Her lips smashed into his, feeling his tongue in tandem with the movement of their hips. Gajeel groaned at the back of his throat, feeling it vibrate through her body and she relished in his taste. She drove her hips down and up again, faster with each revolution. Body tightening, she gasped, but there was no escape. From his mouth. From the feel of him, deep inside.

Levy cried out as it took her, hot white pleasure radiated through every inch of skin and bones. Her body clenched around his and he groaned, his hips slowing, his thrusts becoming deeper. Gajeel shuddered violently against her, one hand against the small of her back as he drove her against him. He laid her back down on the bed and gentle rough hand grabbed her neck and guiding her lips to his. Levy could feel his body convulse above her, powerful and steady thrusts into her tender flesh. She held him, comforting him, pulling him closer with each hot kiss.

"Gajeel!" Levy cried out and with one more thrust, Gajeel shivered into her, relishing in her hold and cries.

"Levy," Gajeel growled, kissing her softly, riding out their blissfulness and catching their breaths. She pulled away slightly, taking a glimpse of his face. Hard, deep set eyes were soft and loving, hooded and burning. His heart raced against her body, feeling it alongside with her own. "Did I—? Are you—?" Gajeel muttered, hands gliding up her hip, dipping to her waist and stopping just below her bare breast.

"I'm fine," Levy smiled, kissing him lightly. "More than fine." She chuckled and kissed him again. "I'm so—" She was lost in him again and her belly stirred once again. "So…" Levy gasped and slid her tongue between his lips.

"Easy, Luv." Gajeel's turn to laugh. "You need to sleep." He smirked at her and kissed her on the nose. Levy pouted, but exhaustion settled in her muscles, feeling how much exertion her body went through. She felt relaxed, safe for the first time in her life in the arms of this man. Gajeel pulled her into the blankets, wrapping his warm naked body around her. "Sleep before I have my way with you again." Gajeel brushed his lips against her forehead.

It wasn't long before Levy fell into a sweet dream.

Gajeel awoke hearing a scratch at the window.

His blazing red eyes swiftly jumped out of bed without stirring Levy. The scent of honeysuckle and sex remained prominent in the room, and lingered in his nose as he marched out of the room. Heat ignited in his chest, ready to shift at any given moment. There was no point wearing pants. If this was a threat, he needed to phase without any obstructions, though he regret his decision when the familiar white wolf and pink haired imbecile appeared to be the ones making all the racket on Levy's fire escape.

"I think this must be a record." Lucy phased out and quickly slipped into a plain cotton dress. Natsu did a double take, totally missing Lucy moment of nakedness. "Caught Gajeel with no pants twice in one week." Gajeel opened the window, letting them into the apartment.

"Shut yer trap." Gajeel growled, pulling a throw blanket from the couch and tied it around his waist.

"Ew," Natsu cringed. "I sleep with that, y'know." He returned his disgusted look and dropped the blanket. "Even more gross."

"Stop bein' a giant babe." Gajeel snarled. He could smell Lucy all over him, mixing in with his woodsy cologne. Lucy was also giving him the same curious look he was giving Natsu. There was no hiding her scent from his skin any longer.

"Okay!" Lucy shook her head. "Gajeel, we have a problem." Gajeel dropped his snarl and looked at Lucy seriously. "I think we've been spotted."

"How?" Gajeel hissed. Lucy and Natsu exchanged looks for a moment.

"I was telling Natsu everything." Lucy explained. "While we were at my place, I saw someone watching us from the street."

"Did they see you?" Gajeel asked without giving any more detail with the question.

"No," Lucy shook her head. "I phased once I knew we were alone. We hurried over here as soon as we could. I had to tell you." Fear loomed in her voice. Normal circumstances, Gajeel would chew her neck off for coming here. She could've led Jose to Levy's place, but the fact that she was in her wolf form reassured they weren't followed.

"We need to hunt whoever it is down." Gajeel told her. His eyes drifted behind him where Levy was sleeping in the other room. He was going to ask why Lucy brought Natsu here and not back to his place, but Gajeel knew why he was here. "Natsu, right?" The pink haired man resembling Salamander perked up and looked at him. "Y'think you can stay here and keep watch, boiyo?"

"Tch," Natsu crossed his arms and grinned at him. "Who you calling boiyo, boiyo?" Lucy elbowed him and he winced. "Yeah! Yeah! That's why I'm here." He moved towards a closet and pulled out a thick red blanket and dark blue pillow. Gajeel could smell detergent and the lingering smell of Natsu all over it. It was his blanket.

"Hey, Natsu." Lucy strode over with her long legs and tip toed to plant a small kiss on his lips. Gajeel looked away, but not in time, witnessing something he thought he would never see again. "We talked about this. I'll be fine." Natsu looked over at Gajeel and then back at Lucy. "I'll see you soon."

"See ya, Luce." Natsu smiled and kissed her again. "Be careful." He kissed her one more time.

"Princess," Gajeel's voice rose unintentionally and broke up their moment. "Let's go." Lucy looked at Natsu again and he nodded her to go, digging his hands into his pockets. "Salamander," He dared to call Natsu and he reacted to the name. "Tell Levy why I left and I'll see her once this is over." Something strange clenched in his chest. If this was Jose, who knew how long they'll be gone for. A day? A month? He hoped it didn't come down to that.

"Sure," Natsu shrugged his shoulders. "Now, catch the bastard before Levy starts asking a zillion questions." Gajeel and Lucy turned around towards the window, but then he hesitated. Gajeel didn't feel right to leave her like this.

"Wait," Gajeel dropped the blanket on the floor, earning a grotesque look from Natsu, and strode to Levy's room. Her scent returned to him and he inhaled deeply at the intoxicating scent. Levy lay in her bed, she turned over since he left and curled her body into the blankets. Her cerulean hair spread over her pillow and soft snores escaped her slightly opened mouth. "Wait for me." Gajeel cooed and leaned down to kiss her temple, where she stirred slightly with a soft hum from her throat. He moved her hair away from her face, failing as it fell again.

Gajeel couldn't believe it.

Love wasn't something he understood. His parent's marriage was the signature of a peace treaty spanning over centuries. Salamanders fascination for Lucy was questionable and yet baffled by his sacrifice for their lives. He'd hear his men talk about some lass at a brothel or bar over the centuries, but never cared for fake acts of love. No one had drawn him in by their beauty or personality, then again it was his own personality that would make people leave him alone. He couldn't blame them for that, but somehow Levy wasn't intimidated by it. He could sense the fear in her scent, always fear lingered, but something in her—something in her whiskey colored eyes grew intrigued by the feeling—the exhilaration…the fascination…and the love.

Levy gave her heart too easily.

"Crazy girl." Gajeel smirked and planted another kiss along her temple. Without lingering anymore, Gajeel grabbed his sweat pants and left the apartment with Lucy on his heel.

It was too quiet.

Levy worked there for over week, but the sudden absence of the sports podcast from the cubicle across from hers was driving her mad. She tried her best to focus on her work, hoping it would distract her wondering mind from the man that occupied the space behind her. How abruptly he left without a proper goodbye. To leave after what Levy thought was the best night of her life, made her undoubtedly frustrated, irritated and above all else heartbroken. No note, no e-mail or text message, just an empty cold bed and a messenger boy.

"Starin' at his desk ain't gonna bring 'im back!" The man, who was thrilled to know who Lucy was, lie in the corner of her cubicle with one of her tablets in his hands. When he found out he was possibly a reincarnate of a Scandinavian werewolf, Natsu wanted to adopt the name Salamander and speak in a Scottish-Norwegian accent. Or at least try to.

"Sh!" Levy threw a pen at him and Natsu blocked it with his hand. "No one knows you're here." She giggled when Natsu grabbed the pen and threw it back, but Levy sacrificed herself to protect her computer and expensive drawing tablet.

"Hey, Levy!" Natsu whispered and set the little computer down. "Y'think if Luce and Metal Head are wolves, do you think dragons and dwarfs exist?"

After she found out Gajeel left, Natsu told her about their little run in with a suspicious creature. Something that resembled and from what Lucy told him, something that smelled like them. Levy didn't blame Gajeel for leaving, it was his duty to protect them and make sure they weren't found. If it was Jose, she knew Gajeel and Lucy would have to leave for a while. Her heart weighed heavy, knowing that last night could've been the last time in a long time she would see him again.

"Maybe," Levy smiled, finally sipping at her already tepid coffee. Her mind was in a chaotic state, she completely forgot the only thing keeping her away for most of the day. "Dragons may exist in the east."

"That'll be cool to have people transforming into dragons, huh?" Natsu tilted his head back and stared at the fluorescents. "I'll make a cool fire dragon, don't ya think?"

"Of course!" Levy twirled in her chair, creaking from her movements. "A blazing red dragon with a pink underbelly and glittering pink wings." Natsu frowned slightly and started to laugh. His fingers nervously ran through his pink hair in which has gotten fairly long over the winter months. "You want me to cut your hair again? I've been busy with the move—"

"Don't worry about it, Lev." Natsu smiled, running his hand through his thick salmon colored hair. "Lucy said she can do it." Levy licked her coffee coated lips and stared at him. She couldn't help to give a long side glance at Gajeel's office. Still empty. When Juvia and Lisanna told her Gajeel called in for the entire week, Levy had to hide how she truly felt. Mostly to keep up appearances as Gajeel wanted to keep their relationship a secret. Lucky for them, Levy was very close to calling in, but it was Natsu who told her to go.

And now he was eating an entire box of fresh assorted donut holes on her cubicle floor.

"So!" Levy cleared her throat. "You and Lucy." Natsu paused mid-bite and gawked at her. "I mean—you and a Scandinavian Princess." She flicked her eyebrows, teasing him with a curious smile. He smiled back and resumed his chewing, popping the other half of a powdered donut hole in his mouth.

"It's cool." Natsu swallowed. Remnants of powdered sugar along the corner of his mouth. "She's cool! Haha, like after her story she showed me her crazy strength. Broke a heavy beer mug with her bare hands. Oh! Left a nasty cut, but it healed up like it was a paper cut." Natsu looked like a little kid again, spending their days doing homework and reading him stories. "But, she's cool before she told me all that."

"Are you okay with her leaving like that?" Natsu knew as much as she does, though he wondered how much of Gajeel Lucy had told him. "You must be worried a little bit." Natsu shrugged his shoulders again.

"Lucy has been doing this for years." Natsu said, scratching his chin. "She's like an Alpha Berserky Wolf thing—"He scratched his head, trying to remember exactly the term for her kind. "It sucks I can't do shit about it."

"Yeah," Levy sighed, knowing the feeling very well. She felt helpless and wished she could help Gajeel with something. If any of her binge reading had taught her it was being a nuisance. What could she do against a pack of berserkers?

"Levy," Natsu threw a pen at her, pulling her back from her trance. "They'll be okay. Scrap Metal been doing this longer, right?" Natsu grinned. "They don't stand against Lucy."

"Yeah, she's great." Levy nodded. "Lucy is so nice and energetic. Full of life."

"Unlike doom and gloom," Natsu snorted, crossing his arms across his chest. "I don't see why you like him." Many people would think that and after centuries hearing it, Levy assumed Gajeel easily tuned out the gossip about him. Natsu noticed her glaring at him, lifting her thermos to her lips. "I guess he's okay. Jeez, Lev! Gajeel is rubbing off ya. Givin' me that vicious stare down."

"Sorry!" Levy giggled and switched her crossing legs. Natsu moved his foot over and purposely tapped her black heels, scuffing them slightly with his steel toed boot. "Hey!"

"Shit!" He snickered. "Sorry! I didn't mean to!" Levy threw a series of pens at him and he blocked it with the partially empty box of donuts.

"You better be!" Levy laughed once more and cleared her throat. "I have to get back to work. Are you sure you want to stick around?"

"Unless you want me gone." Natsu shrugged, grabbing the tablet from his side. "I'm not working today and Lucy ain't here. I'll probably leave soon to check on Happy." His gray cat.

"Stay as long as you like." Levy said. "Not when I'm not here." She pivoted in her chair to see Natsu rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Levy grinned and pivoted back to her desk where her projects laid in front of her. So much work to do and yet her mind was somewhere else.

Beep. Beep.

Levy grabbed her phone, forgetting to silence it when she arrived at the firm. She looked over her shoulder and it would seem Natsu was occupied by the contents on the tablet screen to notice her text message. She opened the message and immediately grinned from ear to ear at the sender.

Sorry. Wished I didn't leave the way I did. I'll be back as soon as I can.

Levy's heart fluttered and she lost her breath as she imagined Gajeel's sexy voice saying it. Low and resolute.

I'll wait for you. Be careful.