I originally planned this to be a one shot. Don't know where all the words seem to come from. Lol. Anyway, here's chapter 2.

Who the heck was knocking on his front door? Gajeel thought irritably as he moved to answer it. The fact that someone actually knew where he lived mystified him.

He flung the door open, barked, "what the hell do you want?" and instantly froze.

Levy stood on his doorstep looking shocked that someone had just shouted at her. She wore the same outfit she had on during the S-Class trial, the short orange dress that showed off her legs perfectly. Gajeel had his eyes stuck to them now.

Levy was rooted to the spot. The Iron Dragonslayer was shirtless. Inadvertently, her eyes followed the hard, rippling muscles from his wide shoulders, powerful, toned chest, and tight abs where short, dark hairs trailed all the way to his... umm... Levy swallowed. Hard.

"Got an eyeful yet, squirt?" Gajeel asked casually.

Mortified, the blue-haired mage turned a bright shade of red and tore her gaze from his body. "I- I- came here to apologize f-for Jet and Droy's actions yesterday." Levy stammered. "They shouldn't have assumed the worst of you."

Gajeel stared at her in disbelief. "You came all the way here just to say that? And how the hell did you find out where I lived anyway?"

Levy shook a finger at him. "Never underestimate Mirajane. She knows everything about everyone. And as for my coming here," she shrugged. "I felt it was the right thing to do."

Or maybe you just wanted to see him again. The little voice inside her head was back with a vengeance.

"Or maybe you just wanted to see me again." Gajeel goaded.

Busted! The little voice rejoiced.

Levy stared at Gajeel's laughing red eyes. She rolled her own. "In your dreams, dragonhead." She crossed her arms over her breasts. "Are you ever going to let me in?" the irritated mage asked pointedly.

Gajeel sighed but he moved away from the door to let her pass.

Gajeel's apartment was surprisingly neat. Or was it because it was bare? Sure he had a pile of discarded clothes on a chair and a half-eaten iron bar on the table but it was still neat by bachelor's standards. She'd been to Natsu's home once and it looked like something a hurricane gobbled up and spit out.

In contrast, Gajeel's place looked like a transient house. Levy had the impression that he didn't stay here often and told him so.

"I don't." The Dragonslayer replied. "When I was still in Phantom Lord, I was frequently away for long-term missions. Never had reason to stay here for more than a couple of days."

He jerked a thumb towards the fridge. "Want something to drink? I got nothing but water there."

Levy shook her head. Her eye caught something interesting. A shelf leaned against a wall on Gajeel's living room. At the very top was an old, dust-covered book.

"Hey, what's that?" Levy asked. "I didn't know you read."

Gajeel followed her gaze and answered. "It's nothing. Just some book I picked up long ago when Metallicana left. It's about dragons. I thought it could tell me where she disappeared to."

"Can I see it?" Levy asked, but she was already standing on tiptoe, trying to reach the book. Her short stature was making it impossible to get the darn thing so she attempted to climb the shelf.

"Levy, for godsake, get down and I"ll get it for you." Gajeel said, exasperated.

"No, I got this. Just a little bit more..."

All of a sudden, Levy lost her footing. She gave a little gasp and frantically tried to grab hold of something. Anything at all. There was only empty air.

In a flash, Gajeel was there to catch her, holding her to that smooth, hard chest she'd admired earlier.

"This is getting to be a habit, shrimp. If you wanted me to hold you, you should've just said so." Gajeel's voice sounded strained.

Levy blushed but said nothing. She was back in his arms. Again. He smelled of soap. He probably just finished showering when she arrived, hence the state of undress. His chest was hard. Actually, all of him was hard. What'd she expect? He was an Iron Dragonslayer. Levy had never felt this fragile before. He could probably snap her like a twig if he cared to do so. Oddly enough, unlike the time he had attacked Shadow Gear, she didn't feel afraid of him. Not this time.

She wanted to touch him badly. She wanted to feel his skin beneath her fingertips. Giving in to temptation, Levy ran her hand down his arm, making it appear like a casual touch, as she looked up at him. Her touch was feathery light, almost shy.

"Thank you." she whispered.

Gajeel was finding it hard to think straight. Levy was a small girl and she only came up to his chest but he could feel her soft, round breasts pressed against his torso. She didn't seem to notice that her skirt hiked up as she fell and now offered him a tantalizing glimpse of her black lace panties.

God, Levy wore kinky underwear.

Gajeel felt himself getting hard. It didn't help that she touched him of her own volition. Hell, her touch screamed of innocence. It was just his arm, dammit!

"Be careful." was the only thing he could think of to say.

He wanted to throw her into his bed, merely three meters away, and act out his fantasies, all of which involved her naked and screaming with pleasure.

Instead, he took a deep breath and reluctantly let go of her once more. He mumbled something about getting a glass of water. The water wasn't entirely an excuse. His throat had suddenly gone dry.

Levy watched him go. She sat down in the sofa, not trusting her own legs to support her. For a minute, she had very much wanted him to kiss her. She could still feel the length of his body pressed against hers. For a brief second, she wanted to know what it would feel like to be touched by Gajeel in the most intimate of ways.

Levy unconsciously crossed her legs. The thought made her crotch throb. To her horror, she found herself getting wet.

Gajeel came back from the kitchen and immediately noticed something strange.

What the heck was that smell?

It smelled musky, kinda earthy, and sweet. He glanced at Levy, noting her somewhat glazed expression.

Abruptly, it hit him like a bolt of lightning.

She wanted him.

It was the scent of her arousal that he was picking up with his keen sense of smell. The very thought that he could make her wet with wanting him nearly shattered his control.

In three strides, Gajeel was standing in front of her. He hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her face towards his.

"Levy." He said her name quietly.

He knew. Levy thought. She was going to die of mortification. Oh God.

Gajeel bent down and brought his face close until it was only inches from hers. His red eyes were smoldering. Her own were half lidded. They finally closed when Levy felt his lips descend on hers.

Levy had been kissed before. She wasn't a total noob when it came to these things. But the kisses she experienced before were nothing compared to this. Heck, nothing she ever experienced was as intense as this. Or as consuming.

Gajeel was a thorough kisser. He left nothing unexplored. He tasted every corner of her mouth, coaxing her lips to part so he could tongue her.

Levy moaned as Gajeel sucked her lower lip. She angled her head slightly to give him better access. Tentatively, Levy touched her own tongue to his. That seemed to ignite Gajeel.

Without breaking the kiss, the Dragonslayer slid his hands under her bare thighs and lifted her up from the sofa to hold against his body. Levy gasped but didn't protest. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his lean hips. The action brought her crotch in contact with his own hardness. Levy blushed but couldn't stop the helpless motion of her body as she rubbed against him.

Gajeel groaned. The little minx was a bundle of passion. Even now, she started running her hands over his chest and nipples. She couldn't seem to stop rubbing herself against him, either, and the ache in his groin was becoming unbearable.

Gajeel kissed his way to her jaw, to the sensitive spot just below her ear, gently sucking the delicate skin of her throat. Levy threw her head back, dimly aware that her headband had come undone but gave it no further thought. She threaded her fingers through his spiky black hair, holding him to her. The little noises she made excited him even more. His hands moved from her thighs to her plump backside, squeezing lightly.

He needed to touch her. Right now. In one quick motion, Gajeel turned around and sat on the sofa, with Levy straddling his lap, her knees spread on either side of him.

With his hands free, Gajeel reached for the strap of her dress and slid it slowly down her shoulder.

Levy thought it best to help him and freed her other arm from the annoying fabric. The dress bunched around her waist, leaving her only in a black, skimpy, lace bra. Gajeel chuckled at her impatience. The bra soon followed and he was treated with an awesome view of her breasts.

Levy felt disconcerted as he sat there staring at her chest. Suddenly self conscious, she brought her arms up to cover herself.

"Don't." Gajeel grabbed her wrists. "I want to remember you like this."

Levy blushed fiercely. His rough palm moved up to cover her left breast, shaping it, testing its weight. He kneaded her expertly, occasionally pinching her pink nipple teasingly. When Gajeel's lips closed down around the taut peak and started sucking, Levy arched her back in rapture. He moved his mouth slowly towards the other nipple, his tongue blazing a hot, wet trail across her cleavage. Gajeel bestowed the same attention to this crest, lapping it, gently biting until Levy was writhing with delight.

His other hand moved between their bodies to find the elastic band of her black lace panties. He teased her a bit, skimming the exposed skin above her panties.

When she felt his fingers slip inside her underwear, Levy nearly jumped in shock. No one had ever seen that place, much less touched it. And she so wet too, Lord, it was embarrassing.

Gajeel stroked her soft folds tenderly, enjoying the expression on her face as he watched her. Levy was panting heavily. This was all new to her. All her senses was centered on what he was doing between her legs.

Gajeel increased the pressure of his strokes, feeling the sticky, wet evidence of her desire coating his fingers.

"Gajeel.. please.." Levy moaned his name. She was pleading for something but didn't know what. Something was building inside her.

Fortunately, Gajeel knew exactly what she needed. He inserted one finger inside her. Levy's eyes flew open and met his.

"What are you...?"

She never completed the question because Gajeel inserted another finger inside her. Levy sucked in her breath sharply. Gajeel slowly moved his fingers in and out of her, his thumb stimulating her clit. Levy arched her back helplessly and ground her hips against his hand, silently begging for more.

She was nearing the edge, Gajeel could tell. Her movements became harder, faster, more demanding. Levy could think of nothing but reaching the peak of her pleasure.

"Gajeel! Open up! Why'd you lock the door?" The cry was followed by three hard knocks.

Gajeel's hand stilled abruptly at the interruption while Levy's eyes widened in alarm. She recognized the voice. It was Lily. She hurriedly arranged her clothes into some semblance of order and self-consciously made an effort to smoothen her disheveled blue hair.

Gajeel cursed under his breath. He should have known Lily was near by his scent alone, but he had been too absorbed with making love to Levy to notice anything else. Damn, the woman drove him to distraction.

"Gajeel? Are you in there?" Lily called again.

"I'm coming, cat." Gajeel said irritably. He glanced to make sure Levy was decent. Aside from the redness of her cheeks, all evidence of the past half hour was gone. Well, maybe not all. His dick was still hard. Crap, he needed a cold shower. For the second time.

The Dragonslayer opened the door to let Lily in. "So you're back, huh?"

Lily halted the moment his eyes settled on Levy. She smiled at him. He frowned and glanced from her to Gajeel, a questioning look on his face.

"Ah, don't mind me," Levy waved her hand up and down. "I was just, ah, leaving. See you around, Gajeel. Bye Lily!" The solid script mage breezed past before either could say a word.

"What's her hurry?" Lily asked.

"Beats me."

Lily raised an eyebrow. "And you normally entertain young girls without a shirt on? Since when did you take after Gray?"

"She came right after I took a shower, that's all." Even to his own ears, his voice sounded defensive.

"Right…" Lily appeared unconvinced. He started heading towards the kitchen but paused halfway. "You might want to return that to her."

"What're you blabbering about?" Gajeel was getting annoyed again.

Lily pointed to the sofa where Levy's orange headband lay forgotten.

The Dragonslayer looked sheepish. So much for no evidence. At least it wasn't her panties.

Levy tossed and turned in her bed that night. She couldn't sleep. She couldn't think of anything else but what had happened between her and Gajeel that morning. She hadn't seen him all day after that. He hadn't even gone to the guild. Well, maybe it was for the better, she thought. After all, what would she say to him?

She stared at the ceiling. Did that make him her boyfriend? Levy found it hard to label him like that. Gajeel didn't seem to be the boyfriend type.

If Lily hadn't interrupted them, would she have gone all the way with him? She hadn't been thinking straight then but now she was. She thought of his eyes, his mouth, his body, but mostly, she thought of his hands, how he had touched her, stroked her, almost driving her over the edge. Levy sighed.

She wanted him, she finally admitted to herself. Maybe it was a physical thing. It's not like she was in love with him.

That gave her pause. She wasn't in love with him, was she?