So initially I just planned on hinting at what was going on in their motel room and leaving it to your imagination but guess what I got clever cute ideas and decided to throw them in here. So another NSFW chapter (way too soon but oh wells).  Enjoy the fluffy cuteness and argumentativeness before you get to the NSFW spot (which like normal I marked with a red page break)

A short time after Levy and Gajeel were married it became abundantly apparent that one of two things would have to happen. Number 1, Levy would have to sacrifice some of the bedroom floorspace taken by several piles of books so they could buy a bigger bed. Number 2, Levy would have to find a way to share the bed with Gajeel. She of course voted for the latter because of course books were her first love. However acting out this choice was no easy task. Gajeel literally took up the entire space of a queen size bed. He would spread his arms and legs out all over the place just to get comfortable. So where did Levy end up sleeping? She somehow adapted herself to sleeping curled up on his stomach and chest.

A few times this worked against Gajeel. Levy had this habit of swinging her foot back and forth when she began waking up. Sometimes, that led to Gajeel waking up cursing because, well...she would unintentionally kick a very delicate part of his body.

But Levy also began to adapt that. This morning she felt her foot began to twitch and adjusted the swing to more of a stretching caress. She didn't exactly intend to entice her husband but when she felt the moan vibrate through his chest she couldn't quite contain the satisfying smirk that crossed her face.

"Short stack, you sure are trouble."

Levy pretended that she was only beginning to wake up. She yawned intentionally and looked into her husband's ruby red eyes. "Trouble? How so?"

"Tch, don't play coy with me. You know exactly what you were doin'."

"I really don't know what you are going on about."

"So does this mean you are over the issues you were having the other night?"

Gajeel knew he was in trouble when Levy's eyes were no longer smiling but glaring at him. "Issues?"

Gajeel sighed. "Crap, I'm not as smart as you Levy please give me a break for sticking my foot in my mouth!"

"You know that bubble of wishful thinking that just popped in your mind when you woke up just burst right?"

"So, let's talk about it then. I still don't even know what exactly has you so upset."

Levy got up from the bed and began to raise her voice at her husband. She began to let him know her worries and concerns."We've been married two and a half months, Gajeel. I've had two of my monthlies! That means twice now I would have been ovulating but for some reason I haven't smelled any different to you. Makes me wonder if something is wrong with me."

"I told you! The magic wouldn't pair us together if we weren't a fertile pair."

Levy tried hard to keep the tears at bay. "Then maybe you read the magic wrong."

Gajeel got up and quickly spun Levy to face him. He pulled her chip up so she would look him square in the face. He stroked their mate mark and watched as she shivered in response. "Even if this mark didn't turn out the way it had. I would still know you were meant to be mine."

"I'm sorry you're right. I just don't understand. I read up on how dragon slayer mates would carry multiple children. I read up on how the magic is never wrong and the pair is always fertile. But for some reason I feel deficient."

"I'm not smart like you but maybe the magic is giving us a break to know each other more. Maybe it wants us to have time together first."

"That's sweet but not all that logical. I need a logical reason."

"Okay then, let me ask you something personal." Levy looked at him curiously and waited. Gajeel blushed, "Uh...how old were you when you had your first monthly?"

Levy blushed. "I was a late bloomer in multiple ways. Most of the other girls said they had theirs at 12 or 13. I hated being behind the others. But my first was probably when I just turned 15."

"So maybe, and this is just a hunch here. But maybe since it took longer for your body to mature maybe it's the same for your fertility. Maybe, you just need longer then the others."

"It's as good of a guess as any I supposed." Levy wasn't relieved by his words but it did alleviate some of the pressure she put on herself.

He rubbed her shoulders and kiss the top of her head. "You know what that means though right?"

"Hmm?"

"It means we have that much more time to practice."

Levy suddenly found herself thrown over Gajeel's shoulder. "What the!?! Gajeel, I am not a sack of potatoes!"

Gajeel merely chuckled at his wife's reaction. He tossed her on the bed and hovered over her on all fours.

He leaned down and kissed her gently. "Personally, I have to say I may be a tad relieved that it hasn't happened with us yet."

"Huh?" Levy became disturbed. "What do you mean by that? Do you not want a family?"

"No, of course I do. Hell, if we have a girl I hope she looks just like you." Levy blushed up at him. "But no what I meant was...I think I might be scared of my own reaction to it. I won't be able to hold back and I'm honestly terrified I might hurt you."

"You haven't hurt me," Levy argued. Gajeel was about to argue with her but Levy stopped him. "Our first time does not count."

"I'm so much bigger then you. I could hurt you quite easily."

"Just like you said the magic would never pair us together if we weren't a fertile pair. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't pair us together if weren't compatible in the bedroom." Levy batted her eyelashes coyly at him.

Gajeel ran his hand down his face and sighed. "You really are trouble." Levy didn't have much warning before her lips were devoured and her mouth was quickly invaded.

He would usually coax his way into the kiss but this kiss was hot and tormented. She felt ravaged and wanted. She felt her body ignite to his touch. Was this a prelude to how it would be when Gajeel wouldn't be able to help but throw caution to the wind? Levy found herself hoping so.

Gajeel's calloused hands stroked her pert nipples through her night shirt. The fabric was satin and felt heavenly against her body. Gajeel had trouble deciding if he should keep it on or take it off. He loved her perky breasts but he also loved the sighs his wife was making as the fabric caressed her. So for the moment he left it where it was and took her right nipple into his mouth through the fabric. Levy mewed in appreciation and her legs parted to support his body against hers.

He seated himself against her. His boxers barely containing his excitement. When Levy ground against him he was afraid he might lose it then and there. His hands caressed down her sides and groaned aloud with what he discovered. "I guess I should have realized you had no panties on. The fabric of them should have masked your scent."

"I'm starting to wonder if I should even bother to put them on to sleep in. I mean you are just going to end up taking them off anyways."

He grunted and maneuvered himself so he stared at the blue curls nestled above her sex. He stroked against her. Her body responded and his finger came back drenched. He sucked the digit dry and watched Levy's response to the action. She surprised him as she began to stroke her own breasts.

"Fuck, I just want inside you already." He surprised her by throwing her to her stomach. "Shit, Levy, sorry, I know we haven't done it like this..."

She climbed on all fours and scooted closer to him. It was all the invitation he needed. He quickly ditched his boxers and line himself to her body. When he pushed inside he groaned at the exquisite sensation. "Fuck, you feel amazing."

"Damn, you feel even larger this way."

He stroked her nipples through the fabric. "Just let me know if you don't like it." He moved in an out of her. Letting her body test the sensation.

She moaned. "I think you can put the kiddy gloves aside. Just fuck me, Gajeel."

"Shit, sometimes you surprise me with that mouth of yours." But he suited words to actions and pushed in and out of her. She mewed her appreciation and followed his action with her own hips. It was difficult to keep up to Gajeel's pace but the first throes of her orgasm surprised her. One hit her fast and hard. She shouted out her completion.

Gajeel was still going strong and needed her to keep riding with him. He moved his hand around her body and stroked her as he continued his rhythm. He knew she was close again because she helped guide him with her own hands to the perfect rhythm.

When Levy came the second time Gajeel tumbled after her. They both fell against the bed and curled up together. "I think that position was amazing," Levy wanted to encourage Gajeel.

"I wouldn't want to do it all that often though."

The statement surprised her. "Why's that?"

"I like watching your face as you come."

Levy felt her face turn red. She turned away and found a great excuse to run from the situation. "Crap! We were supposed to be downstairs like thirty minutes ago!" She rushed to the bathroom to turn on the water for her shower.

"Then we better shower together to conserve time."

"I don't think that's going to conserve time! I think that will just serve as another distraction."

"Oh but what a glorious distraction it would be." Levy noticed her husband was aroused again.

"Fuck it, so we'll be later then we already are? Big deal!"