3 AM

Chapter 1

Makarov's birthday party was nothing short of insane. Mira, Master Bob, Goldmine, and Obaba-sama planned an intricate Gala in honor of Fairy Tail's master, complete with endless amounts of food, liquor, and dancing.

Almost everyone from each guild showed up, which surprisingly didn't end in a complete disaster. Gray and Lyon nearly iced the dance floor over fighting for Juvia, until Meredy showed up. It seemed that Lyon was now smitten with the pink haired mage. Romeo and Wendy danced together with an overprotective Gajeel glaring at them half the night. The two young mages begged to stay at the party past midnight but neither made it much past 1 am. Polyuscia and Macao ended up carrying them out of the hall.

By now all of the younger members, and the parents, of the guilds had gone home and the party had all but died down. Gajeel turned around for a few minutes to find Levy gone.

'Where did that bookworm get to?' The Iron Dragon Slayer's nose was too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people still in the building to track her by scent, he'd have to feel her out.

He sifted through the crowd in her direction, scowling at Cana and Bacchus necking by the bar. He tried not to think about the wild night of drunken, sloppy sex they were going to have. Hopefully the Drunken Falcon wouldn't break her, or else Gajeel would have to search for a new drinking buddy.

He finally caught sight of the little mage across the room, drink in hand. She downed it, scarcely taking her eyes off him in the process. Levy walked around the corner, her hand trailing against the wall. He took the look that she gave him as a sign to follow.

He turned the corner to find no one but now he could smell her. He swung around to hook her by the waist, backing the blunette against the wall and pushing himself tight against her. She smelled like alcohol, parchment and ink….and something he couldn't quite pin down. Perfume? Whatever it was, she was even more intoxicating than usual.

"Thought you could get the drop on me, hm?"

"Points for trying?" She swayed against him, obviously tipsy.

"It's nearly 3, let's blow this joint."

"Aw, that's no fun"

"Don't worry, we'll be having plenty of fun. I promise."

She grabbed his loosened tie and tried to kiss him.

"You sure Levy? " Chills raced up her spine as he growled her name into her neck, "Anyone could see us."

She giggled and ran her hands up to his collar, pretending to straighten it as she spoke.

"Everyone is drunk. Everyone can see Laxus and Mira making out, yet don't seem to care."

She tilted her head to the corner where the S-Class mages were oblivious to the outside world.

"Well, except Elfman." she added, however the take-over mage was currently involved in his own snog-fest.

"Ah shorty, but I want to do more than make out." He grasped her backside, earning a sultry laugh.

"Mmm, that so?"

She kissed him full on the mouth, slipping her tongue against his.

"Let's go."

It was the longest walk home he'd ever had, especially while carrying a tipsy mage. He had slung her over his shoulder after one too many stumbles on her part.

"Put me down!" she howled, yanking on his tied back hair.

"Keep that shit up and yer gonna get it."

"HMPH"

He kicked his front door open and tossed Levy on the couch.

Gajeel shrugged off his shoes and jacket. He heard her taffeta gown rustle to the floor, turning to see her in only heels, stockings, and the tiniest laciest piece of lingerie he'd ever seen.

He thought his heart stopped.

It's new, so don't rip it, k? She sauntered off to their bedroom.

Gajeel had already thought of 6 ways to destroy the offending garment.