Fate Decides

Levy the Brave

Levy walked along toward the market district at a slow pace. Normally, she wouldn't really notice her surroundings. She'd be reading the book she had in her bag as she walked. She wanted to read it, was very interested in it, but something was keeping her from being able to really focus on it today.

It was really unlike her, but then, she'd been doing a lot of things lately that were sort of out of character. Last nights drinking was one thing, and all of the sex talk with the girls, then all of these dirty dreams she'd been having lately.

She normally would blush crimson over it remembering last nights intense scenes but the only thing about it all that got to her was for the first time, she'd actually seen who she'd been having sex with in the dream.

Her mind replayed looking over that tall gorgeous body. She could almost feel the firm muscles under her fingers again, the full lips on hers. Levy hesitated, standing still for a moment and trying to clear her head. This was crazy, and the person in her dream stunned the hell out of her.

She'd never in a million years ever thought about him that way. He had always almost frightened her with his brash over the top personality. He was fun, god she'd hidden herself behind her hands laughing at some of his antics plenty of times, he had a way of inserting little zingers into just about any conversation that took everything and made it seem crazy funny.

But he was so bold, fearless it seemed, even in the face of Laxus at times. She had seen him take snarky jabs at the Thunder God himself, and watched Laxus even snicker. He had a disarming way about him, you knew he was deadly powerful, his magic sure was, but there were times he was just damn cute too. It had to be what Cana had said about him that had put him into her head that way and now she couldn't shake it.

"Bickslow? Under that armor he's got the body of a fucking God, he's strong, kinky, funloving, he'd have you laughing until he had you screaming and that tongue? Can you fucking imagine what he can do with that tongue?!"

Cana had pegged the Seith mage and it had to have gotten stuck in Levys head just because she'd never thought about him that way. Now though, she couldn't seem to think about much else. She'd rarely seen Bickslow without his visor but knew he had a handsome face, exotic even, with dark red eyes that had those concentric circles surrounding the pupils.

While he normally wore armored clothes when he was going onto missions, she'd seen him at the guild in jeans and plain T-shirts, and knew Cana was right about his body.

She had heard Freed talking about Bickslow being an accomplished acrobat, capable to incredibly agile and difficult flips, hand stands such, that he worked out almost every day and practiced his skills sometimes even while the Thunder Tribe was out on jobs.

The lighthearted mage had always seemed like one of those people Levy watched, enjoyed being around, but never interacted with because she couldn't keep up with them and their high spirited ways.

Yet last night her in the arms of the Seith Mage, and they'd been the most erotic, white hot dreams she'd ever had. She wasn't sure she would ever be able to look at Bickslow again without imagining him naked with herself on top of him.

Shaking her head again she turned and hurried into the bookstore that was one of her stops. "Hi Gene!" She called out to the owner. The portly man looked up and grinned at her "Good morning Levy! Shipments already all out on the shelves." The man called to her.

She knew every bookstore and its owners in Magnolia. Smiling she went to the section on languages and wasn't surprised to see Freed, head bent over a book a couple isles down oddly in the section on biology.