The Iron Mage of Fairy Tail

"The freakin’ women of this guild are terrifying when they’re drunk. Geh, how’re you doin’? You had to ‘f drank a shit ton to konk like that."

Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt his fingers on her temples. His gentle pressure almost completely relieved the dull ache in her head. “Thank you, Gajeel. But could you just sit here for a second? I don’t need the water or the sick bag yet…You are comfy and your fingers are like magic…” She mumbled as she rested her head on his leg.

Gajeel gulped down a small lump that formed in his throat but it was replaced by a soft smirk soon enough. "Yer a hopeless lil fairy." he bent down and brushed his lips against her forehead. "And yer too damn cute. I better keep an eye on ya so nobody tries ta steal ya away."

"The freakin’ women of this guild are terrifying when they’re drunk. Geh, how’re you doin’? You had to ‘f drank a shit ton to konk like that."

"I feel like I’m dying. My head is pounding, my mouth is dry, I’m sweating, and I feel like I’m going to vomit."

He sighed and rested his hands on either side of her head and started to gently rub her temples. "C'mon let's getcha layin' down and I'll getcha some water and somethin' ta barf in."

"Hah? Why do ya wanna do a thing like that?"

"You do keep telling me that and I completely agree!" A set of giggles escaped her when she was tugged into his lap. "Being greedy today , are we? What kind of reward do you think you deserve?"

His grin was playfully sly as he dipped his head to nip at her jawline. He held her closer as he lifted his head back up and leaned in til they were nose to nose. "How 'bout kissin' a lil more this way so we can both have some fun?" he suggested with a rakish grin and a crook of his brow.

"I was just about to change out of my wet clothes.." The script mage quickly covered up her body as best she could. "Why didn’t you knock, Gajeel?!"

"..."

"Hah? Why do ya wanna do a thing like that?"

A smirk played at her lips when she noticed his blush. He really was adorable. “Really! Yay! Thank you, Gajeel!” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You are so sweet~!”

"Gehihi, I keep tellin' ya I'm a great guy." with a mischievous smirk of his own he grabbed Levy by her wrist and pulled her into his lap. "Now how 'bout I get a better reward for bein' so damn good, 'stead a just a lil kiss on the cheek."

"Hah? Why do ya wanna do a thing like that?"

She bit back a chuckle when she heard his purr. He never ceased to surprise her. The mage made a quick mental note to try this again to see if the results were the same. “All done~!” She chirped, resting her head on his shoulder. “We really should brush your hair more often.”

Gajeel snapped out of his comfortable haze when she rested her head against him and he cleared his throat. "Don't see the point." A small bit of red crept its way onto his cheeks and he added "But if you like doin' it so damn much, I guess you can do whatever. If it... really makes you happy or somethin'."

"Hah? Why do ya wanna do a thing like that?"

The petite mage continued to brush out the knots in the dragon slayer’s long locks until the brush ran through his hair without a hitch. “I knew your hair would be soft once it was brushed out.” With a sly smile, Levy put down the brush and started to braid Gajeel’s hair. She hoped that he would think she was still brushing his hair.

Gajeel had started to kind of zone out while Levy was brushing his hair. It felt so nice and was so comforting that without his knowing, Gajeel had started to emit a sound from his throat almost like a tiger's purr. "Nn." was his only reply as his eyes drooped and he simply let her do whatever, much to out of it to notice anything odd in what she was doing.

"Hah? Why do ya wanna do a thing like that?"

'Yay!” Pulls out her brush and gently starts to brush his hair out. “Don't worry, I won't put any bows or hair accessories in her hair.” That's not saying that she won't braid it.

"Yeah, better not." he grumbled to himself. He slumped forward a bit, letting himself get comfortable as she started on his hair. She wasn't brushing hard enough that it actually hurt, but he still scrunched his nose every few strokes of the brush when it made his head tilt back with it, but aside from that it actually.... felt good. 

"Hah? Why do ya wanna do a thing like that?"

"What am I? Yer doll? I don’t comb my hair unless it’s some kinda special occasion."

"No, you’re not a doll. It’s just that you always run your hand through my hair, and I want to do it to yours…But I can’t because it’s all knotty."

".......Ya better not put any damn bows or shit my hair." plops down in front of her with his back facing her. "Well? Have at it."

"Hah? Why do ya wanna do a thing like that?"

"Because your hair looks really soft. I could brush it out and it would be even softer!"

"What am I? Yer doll? I don't comb my hair unless it's some kinda special occasion."

Levy mourned the kiss, after Gajeel broke away. A few shaky pants escaped her. The script mage let her eyes close as the dragon slayer pressed their heads together. A deep red blush rose to her cheeks when she heard his declaration of possession. “Yes, I’m all yours. And you’re all mine.”

When his lips pressed against hers, her heart soared. She quickly took advantage of the kiss, doing what she was unable to do last time the two kissed. The woman kissed the male hard and without restraint.