Against the Wall

Author's Note: Written for springkink on LJ!

Sooner or Later: Against the Wall

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gajeel/Levy

September 11, 2011

He had agreed to walk Levy back, after the boisterous party at the guild. Everyone had been drinking to excess, as usual, but Levy had taken on a bit more than normal. Gajeel found that rather suspicious, but when she had sidled up next to him so easily, hooking her arm around his with that look in her eyes… he thought less about the technical details and more about the girl who feared him a little less every day.

"Take me back home?" she had asked, her cheeks pink and hazel eyes bright.

He grunted his answer, nodding, not appreciating the squeeze around his heart when her smile grew. He didn't bother asking if Jet or Droy could bring her back instead; he didn't want to.

Gajeel was internally conflicted, especially when it came to Levy. Sometimes he wondered if the past could really stay in the past.

They had been walking only ten short minutes when Levy put a hand to her mouth with a strangled gasp. "I'm going to be sick."

Without a thought, Gajeel ushered her to the nearest alleyway. He didn't like the idea of where this was going—not that he was squeamish, it was just plain gross.

Levy had been looking down at the ground, and just when he thought she was going to hurl, she did an entirely different form of hurling: at him. She leaped, like a cat, onto him; with his reflexes, he caught her without issue, but that allowed Levy to wrap her legs around his waist. Of course, this was just before his back hit the side of the building they were by.

The earlier conflict he had been griping over grew to a full bout of confusion. But her lips were impossibly soft against his and he couldn't do much in order to fight them off; it'd be the only battle he'd willingly lose.

Gajeel didn't know how drunk she was, or if she was even feeling sick—he really hoped she wasn't, with how far her tongue was jammed down his throat—but he didn't necessarily mind. The kind of aggressiveness she was exhibiting was definitely up his alley—this alley, even. He couldn't help but be turned on; he worried, just a little, if she would notice.

Levy's hands were everywhere it once, it seemed. They moved from his face, to his hair, so his shoulders, to his chest. She trusted his strength enough not to hold on for dear life.

When oxygen suddenly became necessary, and they had to pull away from each other, Gajeel finally found the words to speak. "What the hell was that?"

Levy giggled, leaning her head on his shoulder, still in his arms. "I just wanted to get you away from the guild in order to do that." Dropping ever so slightly, yet on purpose, she felt his arousal rub against her. "I don't think you object too much."

"No," he replied. "I'm not. But… aren't you drunk?"

"Maybe a little, but my mind's not muddled. I know exactly what I'm doing and who I want to do."

"Oho," he exclaimed, grinning broadly. "It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?"

"I don't want to be quiet anymore," she grinned, moving off of his shoulder in order to go nose-to-nose with the dragon slayer.

"Here or there," he began. "Where do you want it?"

She dipped low again, holding onto his shoulders for leverage; she rolled her hips against his, earning a growl for her actions. She mumbled something about taking birth control; options were open.

"Here it is," he said, claiming her lips with doubled passion.

Within no time her back was the one against the wall, shirt lifted over her breasts to expose them to the dark shadows of midnight. Her skirt was hiked up and his pants were unzipped and struggling to remain high on his legs; it was like they had done this before. Gajeel would have imagined that, as such a tiny, normal girl she would want her first time to be special and that made him feel a bit guilty for ravaging her up against a building. Only a little.

Starting slow and working his pace up to a speed resembling that of a wild animal, Gajeel made sure to thoroughly please Levy. His mouth was hot on her neck, his hands strong around her hips and waist. The two Fairy Tail mages found themselves lost in one another—loud, sweaty, and without a damn care if anyone could hear them. It didn't take much to send them careening over the edge to the blissful haze of the aftermath. While winding down, catching their breaths, the surrounding area finally came back into focus.

"Sorry," he suddenly grunted, confusing the girl. He noticed they were not too far from a dumpster. Romantic.

Levy cocked her head to the side, face deliciously flushed from sex. "For what?"

"We can do that again, in a bed or something in order to make it better for you… more, uh, special and shit that girls like to brag about."

"If getting thoroughly fucked up against a wall in an alleyway isn't special, I don't know what to tell you."

"My woman," he said, hoisting her closer with a lecherous grin.