Day 2- Role Playing

"You partying alone, handsome?"

He turned around slowly, eyeing the small woman before who was barely eye level with him even with him sitting down. Ruby eyes narrowed as he looked over her scantly clad figure that didn't match with her girlish features. "Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this, shorty?" Gesturing to the flashing lights and the sweat soaked bodies grinding on the dance floor to the beat of the bass of Magnolia's hottest club: Fairy Glitter

He smirked at the sight of the angry flush covering her cheeks; her caramel eyes glaring back at him in annoyance. "I'm old enough," she said, hopping up onto the barstool along side his. "…But I can be as old as you want me to be." The raw lust in her voice sent hot shots of pleasure down his spine, his muscles rippling while the pleasure raced through his nervous system.

Giggling she suckled at her tootsie pop, her tongue swirling around the sugary treat. The muscle slowly turning red with each lick before plump pink lips hid it from view.

She certainly was talented with her mouth and he wondered what else she could do with it.

Fresh heat went straight to his groin and he felt his cock twitch at the picture he'd just conjured.

"Sooo," she purred, dipping her candy into his forgotten whiskey. "You interested, Mr…?"

"It's Gajeel," he said, wrapping one of her blue curls around his finger he pulled her closer. Shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive flesh of her ear. "Now you know what to scream when I make you cum."

"I might have to charge you extra if you don't," she gasped, his hot tongue running over the appendage before drawing it into his mouth. Mimicking her little show with the tootsie pop, he sucked at the lobe. Her back arching into her touch, nails biting through the material of his thin button down shirt before they skimmed down the thick cords of muscle that made up his arms to play with the cool metal studs embedded in his forearms.

"Aaah…" Her pulse fluttered beneath his lips as he placed open mouth kisses along the slim column till he was nipping at her collarbone. Fingers tangled into his wild black locks, nails scratching at his scalp as she pulled herself closer still. Gajeel groaned, wrapping an arm around her waist to drag her from her stool and press against the growing tent in his pants, his other hand groping the firm muscle of her ass through her short denim shorts; the woman in his arms practically melting at his touch.

"Gihee, you like that shri- Oh shit!" he choked when she gripped him through his jeans. Switching between playing with his sensitive tip to massaging his length with the heel of her palm.

An endless steam of curses spilled from his lips into her shoulder as she played with him, giggling as he began to thrust into her palms.

"I don't do public showings, luv," the blue haired vixen whispered, squeezing his dick. "And I doubt you could afford one if I did."

"Wanna bet?" Gajeel hated how desperate he sounded but there was no way in hell he was letting this woman get away.

"Well we better get somewhere private now shouldn't we?" she smirked, her honey-brown eyes practically glowing with desire. "Other wise I'm calling my pimp and leaving."

She was baiting him and Gajeel knew it but he didn't care. His patience was shot and he was positive if he wasn't inside her within the next fifteen minutes he was sure he would die. So swallowing the bait- hook, line and sinker- he slammed a wad of bills on the bar and threw the little minx over his shoulder; racing out of the bar as nothing more than a black and blue blur.

Hours later the two lovers lay in a tangled mass of limbs, thoroughly sated and exhausted.

"Wow!" Gajeel said breathlessly, his chest heaving as his heart thundered against his ribs. "Damn, that was…wow."

A hum sounded from the woman in his arms. "It was certainly different," Levy breathed, cheeks glowing with exertion from their activities. "But never doing it again."

"What! Why da hell not?"

The bluenette buried her face into the pillows, hiding her burning cheeks and muffling her response. Gajeel vaguely making out something about "doing it in public" and "embarrassing outfit" that didn't suit her. He on the other had thought her "hooker" getup had made Levy look hot-damn-fucking-sexy. But he remembered he hadn't been the only one to think so, remembering the audience they had gained while at the bar.

A wave of possessiveness swept through him, a growl rumbled low in his chest at the thought of those bastards looking at what was his. No one was allowed to see his shrimp like that. Only him.

Levy squealed as her boyfriend lifted her over his shoulder –for the second time that night- stomping towards their bathroom with a sharp smack on her ass. "Stop your squirming, shrimp."

The sound of running water alerted her that Gajeel was filling the tub and that she was going to be there awhile. Levy tried not to look down, centering her focus on the colored tiles that made up their countertops as well as their shower in the far corner. Trying to ignore the magnetic pull of her eyes to look and admire the perfectly sculpted buns of steel her boyfriend possessed.

The sudden silence alerted her the bath was ready. Sliding her off his shoulder, Gajeel cradled her to his chest like she was made of glass, lowering her into the lavender scented water. Gajeel soon slipping in behind her; wrapping both arms around her waist as she made herself comfortable between his legs.

A sigh nothing short of blissful escaped her, Gajeel rubbing soothing circles against her stomach and sides and she leaned back against his chest. Levy's eyes drifted close as she hummed in content. This was what she loved most, the way he touched her after one of their role-playing sessions. A touch reserved just for her full of gentle, possessive, adoration. Making Levy fall deeper in love with him.

"Never again," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

"What?" she moaned as he began to kiss along her neck and shoulders, inspecting each new love bite and hickey with pride.

"No more 'Hooker and Customer' role-play," he growled, his hand dipping down between her legs, hips bucking into his touch. "Not where anyone else can see you, anyway."

Water crashed over the sides of the tub as Gajeel's fingers began to pick up speed. "Ah… so I t-take it…mmph... you're m-m-my – Oh God! - Only customer then?"

"Exactly." Biting down on the junction between her neck and shoulders, Levy exploded in his arms. Gajeel watched her ride out her orgasm, snarling like an animal as her walls rippled around his fingers.

Once she returned back to earth, Levy turned to face him, straddling his hips and resting her forehead against his. Black hair mixing with pale blue, crimson orbs meeting golden brown.

"I think I can live with that." She whispered against his lips, kissing him slow and steady before Gajeel took control.

As they both raced to completion again, Levy thought these roles suited them best; just a man and a woman lost in each other and in love.

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Hey here's day two of Gajevy Fest: Role Playing. Just so you know still needs to be edited so sorry for the typos and the grammar mistakes.