“If we get caught I’m blaming you” for Gajevy please? :D
This is a little steamy. Hahaha.
Canon setting, pre-wedding scenario.
;Behind Closed Doors
‘You’re not supposed to be here!’
Gajeel faltered in the doorway, fingers curled tight around the door handle. His gaze slid to Levy’s, then to the oval-shaped mirror hanging above the vanity table. Levy’s robe hung limp over the back of her chair. The room was spacious and had been decorated with heart-shaped balloons. Juvia’s doing, he guessed.
Folding her arms over her naked chest, Levy glared at him with the fury of a dragon protecting its hoard. Gajeel’s hand slowly fell to his side as his gaze roamed the rest of her body. The only thing she’d managed to slip on before he walked in was a set of lacy white panties and stockings.
Slamming the door closed behind himself, Gajeel walked purposefully into the room. Levy had barely registered his approach when he grabbed onto her waist and hoisted her up onto the vanity table. She let out a gentle moan when he kissed her.
‘I can’t take it anymore,’ he breathed.
Levy’s hands drifted up into his hair. ‘It hasn’t been that long.’
‘Seven days is a long time,’ he complained.
Levy smiled against his mouth.
Gajeel slid his hand across her bare back, reveling in the soft touch of her skin. She swung her legs around his waist, urging him closer. And then her hands came up to his chest, pushing him away.
Gajeel stared at her. ‘What is it?’
‘This was your idea,’ she said.
Gajeel winced. ‘Cana’s, actually.’
Levy raised a brow. ‘So you didn’t want to go a week without seeing each other to make the day special?’
‘The day is special, Levy,’ he reminded her.
Levy sighed. ‘You’re right. It was a stupid idea.’
Gajeel trailed his fingertips along her chin. ‘Agreed.’
‘But Lucy will kill me if I’m seen with you.’ She kissed him gently. ‘It’s bad luck, you know.’
‘I don’t believe in the consequences of bad luck,’ Gajeel scoffed. ‘After all, I have the shittest luck I know but I still got to meet you.’
Levy’s eyes widened. Her cheeks flushed. She glanced at him, then the door, and smiled his favourite tell-tale smile.
‘If we get caught,’ Levy started, lowering a hand down his body to fiddle with the zipper of his pants, ‘I’m blaming you.’
Gajeel kissed her again, his lips urgent and warm against her own. With one hand on her neck, the other on her back, he let the ache of need wash through him, let it remind him of how much he needed her presence, and of the loneliness he’d felt in the days leading up to their wedding.
‘But after this,’ she breathed, tilting her head back to accommodate his lips which were now on her neck, ‘you have to let me get dressed. Or else there’ll be no wedding at all.’
Gajeel moves his hand to her thigh and gave the hot skin a firm squeeze. Levy groaned in relief at the contact. Her heels dipped into the small of his back, dragging him closer. Gajeel grazed Levy’s neck with his teeth, preparing to replace the marks that had faded in their mutual abstinence from one and other.
‘Get your hands off my bride!’
Both turned to face the opened door, where an angry Lucy stood, fists on her hips, ready to tear Gajeel apart. She raised a brow, then a fist, and Gajeel slowly stepped away from his bride-to-be.
‘I can explain,’ he started.
Lucy tapped her foot on the floor. ‘I’m waiting.’
Gajeel glanced at Levy helplessly. ‘She smells good,’ he muttered.
Levy suppressed a giggle. ‘Sorry, Lu.’
Lucy rubbed her temples with both hands. ‘You Dragon Slayers are completely hopeless.’ Heaving a sigh, Lucy shook her head. ‘You two are going to be very happy together.’
Gajeel fought off a smile. ‘Yeah.’
Levy nodded. ‘We really are.’