Well..., at least it wasn't a year from now. . .

Thanks to Shizuka23, lexie loves anime (for some reasons I can't write your name right, if I do it gets deleted. . .), Mistress Lilli, Night Kaida, AdryCard, AnegOtaku, loco animemama101, SakuraIchigoDark, Kannibal-Cupcakes and Guest(Random Dudette) for reviewing. And to you all who have favorited/followed this fic. . .I have something to say to all you. . .*clears throat* THANK YOU! :D

Your nice (and hilarious) reviews and alerts was the force to make me complete it. . .whenever I would stop writing, when I reached something difficult I would read these reviews and look at these alerts and so and get FIRED UP! XD I just love Natsu. . .

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I hope you like/love this lemon*coughs* I mean- this fic, and that you will have an enjoyable time. . . (-.-) Don't think wrong, guys!

Just to clarify something, this is my first lemon fic. . . I'm pretty okay with how it went out, and I hope you are to.

Read and enjoy~!

The tension was in the air, wavering between their locked hands and heavy breathing. None of them really understood how tiring a set of stairs could be until then.

They barely saw the steps, nearly stumbling up them until they reached their destination, his apartment. Levy really hoped it was better than the building itself.

Stopping near a brown plain door Levy could only wait in anticipation for the man to get some keys and lock themselves in.

She let out a relieved sigh when she saw that the apartment looked good, far more than she had thought, but she couldn't process this realization much long. A shadow had appeared.

She met red eyes; several seconds went just looking at each other, breathing the only thing they did.

Then he made his move. An arm snaked around her waist, inching her closer to him while he smirked at her surprised and shy expression.

"All these curves, and me with no brakes." he said, eyes roaming over her and Levy got this feeling he saw under her clothes, at only her.

Biting her lips she noticed her breaths had become few, heavier. Her eyes widened. He turned her on just by this!?

Her thoughts got interrupted by his odd laugh before he led her to a big room that consisted of a kitchen, a sofa plus TV and a bed. A big bed . . . tingles went down her thighs.

Beside the bed he stopped and in a matter of seconds she was on it, unfamiliar lips kissing her neck, hands touching everywhere he reached.

He continued the kissing, licking and biting of her neck and shoulders, moving slowly down to continue his assaults. Her hands played with his hair, pierced arms, shoulders and back, pressing him closer to her.

She felt his smirk to her skin; he seemed to like what she did.

His hands grabbed her breasts through her clothes, squeezing, playing with them. A moan slipped out; nail digging into his (bare?) back. Levy blinked. Warm, hard flesh met her.

When had he taken his shirt of? Had she?

A warm tongue teased her small cleavage and then she heard the sound of something ripping and cold wind to her almost naked body. She gasped. He hadn't . . .?

"D-did you . . . ?" she couldn't even say it.

He stopped the travel with his tongue to growl "Yup" before opening her bra. He used a moment to look at her nearly naked body, a perverted look on his face. Then he kissed one of her nipples, licking it, biting it slightly. His other hand was used to play with her other breast that soon became hard and she moaned of the not-used-to feeling.

"If you can dance, you have my hand, but if you can sing, you have my heart. I hope you can't sing because I just wanna fuck you."

A blush coloured her cheeks when he was finished speaking. Red eyes as good as shining, making her heart beat far more than it usually did.

Bowing his head he continued his exploration of her body, hands and mouth leaving her red and bruised breasts to go down, leaving small kisses and touches before he stopped right between her legs.

She felt his warm hands on each of them, he looked up at her, smirking at her flushed expression.

And ooh-so slow his hands travelled upwards, he didn't look at what he did, his eyes was on her the whole time, searching for how she would react. One of his hands stopped right in between her legs, her thin pair of panties the only hindrance to her . . . and he began to rub.

Her eyes widened, mouth opened and closed but not a word got uttered. She had nothing to say other than "aah…"

What does he do? Why…how can he make it so good. . . I-

"RIPP!"

She felt air down there, brushing the insides of her thighs and she understood she was completely naked, exposed to him.

Gajeel moved a bit and she felt something, inside of her, moving, touching her private places. She let out nearly a forced gasp, so unused and uncomfortable by this new . . . action that she didn't know what to feel or think.

He didn't make it better as he pressed his -finger she realized- further into her, making another gasp slip out of her soon dry lips. Twitching, moving his other hand to rest lazily on her waist, he began to go quicker, go deeper making her let out a moan, and then another as he did it again. He did it more, faster, harder, taking in a one more finger, taking in two. . .

"How about you be my story and I'll be your climax!?"

When the last word got said it had come. An indescribable good feeling had finally exploded and she screamed out in pleasure, feeling herself come to his fingers.

He did his odd laugh again, taking his fingers out of her, watching her as he erotically licked them dry.

When he was finished her cheeks was flaming red and she tried to cover her naked body, something he didn't like.

He caught her wrists with one hand and began his travel up again, kissing and licking her as he went and soon where they face to face, nose brushing slightly.

He gave her a sloppy kiss, humming as his hand let go of her and she found her arms around his neck, crushing him closer to her, deepened the kiss and adding tongue.

He let go, small pecks here and there for every word he said.

"What has 132 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk? My zipper."

To prove his point he pressed his lower half to hers, hearing her gasp as his jeans and with them cold buttons to her warm and heated skin.

"You like it?" he asked, doing it again just to see her reaction, a perverted grin on his face at her gasp.

He unbuttoned his pants; Levy's face became red as his length. It seemed he didn't wear any underwear. A warning would have been nice. . .

Kneeling down, pushing her legs apart he positioned himself before her entrance, red eyes shining bright towards her as he moved. She bit her lips. He was big.

Sensing how she tensed he kissed her roughly, getting a moan out of her and hands in his dark locks of hair, pushing his tip and then his whole inside of her.

He sighed and he wasn't the only one.

"Damn . . . you're fucking tight." he moved to prove what he meant, getting a pleasured groan from the woman bellow.

He smirked, moved again, further, and then again, even deeper, far more than his fingers had ever been.

Her eyes got closed, it was just so good!

She'd never been one to be loud, but she found herself sighing, moaning and screaming every time he made a thrust. She moved together with him, lifting her hips up and down as he went, tugging his hair, moaning into his mouth when they met again, tongues getting together and breaking apart. Biting each others lips here and there.

"Fuck. . ." he growled again, increasing his speed nearly to the double. Levy didn't mind much as she was too busy getting hit on her special spot over and over again until it got too much.

"Aah . . .!" she cried as she came, him not long after.

Their chests crashed together, him not longer capable to stay upright. He breathed hot air to her skin, bodies completely relaxed as they both came back from their high.

Slowly he got out of her, smirking at her small mewl of loss and lay down beside her, an arm lazily over her stomach, tugging her closer to him so that he could rest his head on her shoulder.

Moments went by before she felt it, his hand leaving burning touches as he let it rest just bellow her belly button, barely away from her womanhood.

She felt she got hot.

"Fuck me…" she cursed in defeat, closing her eyes when she understood what she wanted to do.

He laughed, "I just did."

He moved his fingers a bit lower, feeling her tense.

"Y-you…"

He smirked, and in a second she was in his arms, arms around her, one playing with her breasts and the other with her lower half.

Walking, while listening to her small sighs and cries he asked, "Remember what I said to you at the bar? Exactly…that wasn't a lie, babe."

He threw her on his sofa, him not far behind.

Well, what do you think? :D

Hope you liked it.