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EGGS-ACTLY WHAT I WANT

Part 2

Gajeel strode across the room, leaving Lucy to climb atop the stool and grin at him. He smirked at her and waited for Mira to send the guys out on their own egg hunt. He couldn't quite believe how things had turned out. When he'd first gotten roped into this whole thing, he'd been certain it would be a disaster. There'd been no telling who that demon woman would pair him up with, most likely someone he had no interest in.

That's the way it always went with that woman, always getting shit wrong and pushing two people together who didn't fit. He wasn't even sure she cared who she paired so long as she managed to pair them. She just liked romance or some shit.

But this time, she'd hit the nail on the head. Obviously it had been accidental, but it had still been the perfect pick for him. Gajeel had only been interested in one woman, and by some damn miracle, she'd been the one to find the egg with his name in it. He hadn't been sure Lucy had been into him the same way, and when he'd found her heading toward him with that cute blush on her face, he'd figured this would be the perfect time to find out.

Little had he known that she would take this little game and turn him inside out. Even now, with her all the way across the room, he could feel her pressed against him, her tongue sliding along his jaw. Damn, just thinking about it was making him hot again.

At just that moment, Mira called out to everyone. "Okay guys! It's your hunt! Go find your eggs!"

Pushing his wicked thoughts aside, Gajeel shot towards the back door intent on somehow finding Lucy's egg. He knew there was a high likelihood that someone else would get her, but he'd already made up his mind that if any of those bastards pulled any hinky stuff, he'd be kicking their ass. She was his, and nobody but him was going to put their hands on her.

It took him all of 3 minutes to find a complete set of eggs and return inside. He set them down on the table in front of him and scowled. He just knew he was going to end up with some other chick, and that pissed him off. There was no telling what he'd have to do with that other woman either, and no one appealed to him but Lucy.

With a growl of frustration, he looked back at Lucy. He wanted his turn to be with her, wanted her to be the one he had to touch or bite or whatever the fuck else Mira had them doing. Bite...now that sounded fun. So did suck and lick and...

Before his mind could supply any more actions, Gajeel shut it down. He couldn't be thinking like that here, or he'd end up in an even more embarrassing situation than he'd been in before, with his cock standing proud for everyone to see. Best to leave that for later when he was alone with his little Bunny.

The idea brought a smirk to his face, and he sent the blonde beauty across from him an obvious leer. He watched as her face flushed and couldn't help chuckling at her. She was too damn cute. But now as he looked at her, he found himself wondering what she'd be like in bed. She'd been so passionate when they'd kissed earlier, and yet here she was blushing at a simple glance. The combination was strangely enticing, the eager aggressive side appealing to his baser instincts while her softer sweeter side ignited a desire to taint that innocence.

Stifling a growl of excitement, he turned from the picture Lucy made perched on top of that stool with her legs crossed. He was certain it was his own libido talking, but for a minute there, he'd been sure he could see straight up her skirt. Then again, it was pretty short. Maybe he had. The thought had him almost turning back for another peek, but he resisted the urge and focused on Mira once again.

Funny how she was becoming his go-to for avoiding pervy thoughts.

"Okay guys...let's open those babies up! Yellow first!"

Gajeel reached for the appropriate egg and pulled it apart, finding 45 seconds printed on a paper. He huffed to himself...hardly time to do anything fun. He turned to his left and found Laxus frowning at his egg. "What'd you get?

The large blonde man held his paper up with a look of disgust. "15 seconds. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?"

Gajeel laughed. At least he got almost a minute. Then again, if he ended up with Titania, he'd be wishing for that 15. Holy shit, that was a scary thought.

"And the green!" Mira yelled out.

Grabbing up the lime-colored egg, he cracked it open and grinned. "Oh this outta be fun."

"What?" Laxus asked, then smirked as he read Gajeel's paper. "Oh rub...nice. I got bite. At least Mira didn't give us body parts. I'd have probably ended up with feet. Ugh..."

Gajeel snorted in amusement at the thought of Laxus having to nibble at some girl's toes. That would be some funny shit, but pretty damn gross if the girl didn't take care of herself. Cringing, he turned back to find Mira watching them with an air of anticipation.

"Okay, open your blue ones, and then go find your girl!" she cheered.

He glared down at the tiny egg, silently demanding it to contain Lucy's name before pulling it apart. The paper fluttered down to the table, and he reached for it with barely concealed annoyance. He just knew it wasn't going to be Lucy...and he was right.

There on the little scrap was another name...Cana.

Oh, there was no way in hell he was rubbing that woman for 45 seconds. He didn't care if it was just her arm. It wasn't fucking happening. That chick was a little too hands on for him to chance it. He knew she and Lucy were friends, and he felt pretty certain that meant she wouldn't make a move on him. But he wasn't interested in getting up close and friendly with anyone but his sassy little Bunny Girl.

Looking up, he found Lucy watching him anxiously, and as he shook his head, her expression tanked. The look she gave him was so disappointed, and it pissed him off. To hell with this game. He wasn't about to do anything with the drunk. She'd just have to rub herself.

"Oh shit..."

Hearing Laxus' muttered curse, Gajeel turned to find the man eyeing him cautiously. "What?" he snapped.

"I got Lucy," Laxus explained, holding up a tiny strip of paper with the blonde's name on it.

Gajeel stared at him for a moment, letting the words sink into his mind, and all at once he was pissed. White hot anger speared through his chest as he envisioned Laxus nipping at Lucy's lips, his hands closing around her waist like Gajeel's had done not long ago. Before the Iron Slayer could think things through, he was shoving a finger in the taller man's face. "Don't even think about it!"

"Hey, that's one shit storm I have no intention of stepping into," Laxus assured, throwing his hands up as if to prove his innocence. "I was hoping to get Cana anyway."

Gajeel grunted then snatched the paper out of Laxus' hand, instantly replacing it with his own. "There. Now you got her."

Laxus looked down, allowing a grin to spread across his face. "Now that's fucking awesome."

Gajeel said nothing as the older mage moved around the table, heading towards the drunk brunette. He shook his head at the pair, then pushed them from his mind. He had 45 seconds, and he was going to make good use of every single one.

He strode over to Lucy, smirking at the curious expression on her face. He had already told her that he hadn't gotten her name, and it was easy to see that she was wondering what he was doing. He reached for her hand and turned it over, dropping the little white note into her palm. He watched as she glanced down and read the writing, and laughed at the way her mouth fell open in shock.

"But how did you..." she muttered, struggling to understand how he'd managed to find her name.

"Laxus. We swapped," he said, reaching for her legs and spreading them to make room for his hips. "Now...where were we?"

He lowered his head and pressed a searing hot kiss to her lips, dragging a soft moan from her throat. The sound pulled at him, instantly stoking that simmering flame inside his body into a raging inferno. He had never had another woman inspire such need in him before, and he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself for long. Maybe they should get out of here now before they got too carried away.

Pulling back, he found Lucy's eyes hooded with desire, and before he could suggest they leave, she was tugging him back in and thrusting her tongue in his mouth. A low growl rumbled in his chest at her actions, and he slid impatient hands up her bare legs. God, he wanted her.

But they needed to get the hell out of this building before they ended up naked and fucking on a table in front of the whole guild. It took everything he had to push away from her, and damned if she still didn't try to follow him. He wanted to curse or groan with satisfaction, but he was certain neither was going to help this situation.

Already, he could see people beginning to take notice, and as he looked down, he could see the reason why. Lucy's legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, and she was damn near climbing his body to reach his mouth again. "Fuck it..." he muttered, then hoisted the blonde up into his arms and turned to leave.

He made it halfway to the door with Lucy kissing her way down his neck when Mira called out from behind him. "Gajeel! Where are you going?"

Without slowing or turning around, Gajeel grunted, "I'm taking my turn at home."

By the time they reached Gajeel's home, he was damn near out of his mind. Lucy's hands and mouth hadn't stopped the entire way, and there had been moments he hadn't been sure he'd make it. He was positive his cock had never been so hard in his life, and every step he'd taken had jostled her hot core right over it.

He was almost blind with lust as he pushed through the door to his house, and barely managed to get the door shut before he was pushing her up against the wall. His mouth came down on hers in a fierce kiss, his hips pressing her tightly against the flat surface behind her as he lifted his hands her shirt and tore it from her body.

Lucy drew back with a gasp at his frenzied action, her eyes lighting up with enough heat to warm even the coldest of hearts, and then she was grabbing at his shirt, yanking at the fabric in desperation. Within seconds, his shirt had joined hers on the floor, and he was reaching for her bra. Before she could protest, he ripped the offending article from her body, finally baring her bountiful breasts for his hungry eyes.

His head dipping down, he drew a pert nipple into his mouth, giving it a long hard suck. Lucy arched into his touch, a breathy moan shooting its way up her throat as she pushed her breast further into the wet heat of his mouth. Her hands thrust into his hair, her near frantic fingers tugging at the black strands of his hair.

Gajeel couldn't have imagined his little Bunny Girl acting this way, but there was no denying it thrilled him. He liked this feisty, sensual side of her, and it was something he never wanted anyone to know but him. She was his now, and he was determined to keep it that way.

He didn't think he could stomach the thought of another man seeing her like this. It set his blood to boiling, and made every dragon instinct in his body to rebel. Already he could feel a growl rippling up his throat, some primal need driving him to mark her luscious body.

The urge was so strong, he found himself giving her nipple a sharp pull. He drew back almost instantly, slightly ashamed at his loss of control and worrying that he'd been too rough with her. He knew that not all women liked his brand of loving, and with that in mind, had fought hard to curb his stronger impulses to make sure he didn't go overboard with Lucy. But the reaction he got from her was far from displeased.

"Gajeel!" His name shot from her mouth, a plaintive cry for more that had the Iron Slayer growling with satisfaction. Had anything ever sounded so sexy to him?

And she didn't seem to be adverse to his roughness. If anything, she appeared to enjoy it. The prospect was more than he could have imagined, and he found himself infinitely pleased that beneath her sweet exterior lay a woman of carnal desires. She was rife with layers, each one more fascinating to him than the last.

She was easily turning him inside out, and he loved every second of it. He loved those delicate hands clutching at him and those hot pants slipping from between her parted lips. He could feel her heat against him, smell that intoxicating scent of arousal drifting up from between her legs, and he knew he'd never want another woman the way he wanted her.

With a low hum of anticipation, Gajeel slid his hands up her legs, relishing in the way Lucy whimpered and writhed around him. He edged his way under her skirt and slipped beneath the silk panties she wore. He ran his hands over her tempting backside, giving each rounded cheek a squeeze as he thrust against her and gave her breast another hard pull.

Once more, he drew a ragged gasp from her as she tugged at his hair almost painfully, arching her back in an attempt to get closer to him. His hips pushed forward again, grinding his erection against the soaked fabric of her panties. His action stirred a moan from her mouth, and her legs tightened around his body, causing him to growl with barely restrained lust.

Her fingers flexed in his hair, then drew his mouth away from her breast even as he rubbed himself across her center again. "Oh God..." she whined, her frantic hands leaving his hair to reach for the clasp on her skirt. Her motions jerky, she began tugging the bitty jean skirt down, but became frustrated when she could move it no further than her hips. "Gajeel, please..."

The sound of her desperate plea shot heat straight to his groin, and more than anything, he wanted to be inside her. "Fuck I don't wanna put you down..."

"Rip it," she commanded, her voice a fabulous rasp that stirred up his hunger and shot his need to new heights.

Her words hit him a moment later, and he stilled in disbelief at her request. The idea of ripping every shred of clothing from her body was tempting, so damn arousing to him, and he could hardly believe she'd been the one to suggest it. Still, he didn't ask her to repeat it. He wanted her out of her clothes just as bad as she wanted them gone.

With one quick yank, he had both her skirt and panties in pieces and her body gloriously naked. The sight of her nude form sent his blood racing, his pulse firing so loudly he was certain she could hear it. She was beautiful, so goddamn sexy.

Lifting her up, Gajeel reached for the snap of his pants, his mouth crashing down over hers. He'd never needed someone so much, and as Lucy moaned into his mouth and strained against his hard body, he knew once would never be enough. He wanted all of this woman - every laugh, every smile, every cock-hardening moan.

His pants dropped to the floor with a soft thud, his underwear going just after, and then finally he lining himself up between her legs. Lucy drew back from his mouth, her lips parted breathlessly as she gazed down at him through hooded eyes. Gajeel held her gaze as his hands closed around her hips and he thrust up into her for the first time.

"Oh God!" she gasped.

Lucy's head fell back, her hands clutching at his shoulders, and Gajeel was certain he'd never seen anything more incredible. He wanted to spend the rest of the day like this, force as many sexy moans and breathy gasps from her body as possible until their bodies were too weak to move.

But even now, he could feel his body betraying him. She was too blessedly wet, too fucking tight around him, and he didn't have a damn clue how long he'd last. He'd wanted her for too damn long, and she had stirred him up so much today. Those devastating licks, her tentative touches at the guild, and that agonizing walk back home had banded together to rob him of his usually impressive stamina.

She'd quite effectively demolished his control, and now he was like a pathetic teenager ready to drop his load only moments inside her delicious warmth. With that insulting thought in his mind, he firmed his resolve. He refused to go out like that. He was Gajeel fucking Redfox, and he was going to damn well fuck her like a man.

He'd wring her body of every ounce of pleasure there was to be found, and even then, he wouldn't stop. He'd push her to her limits, make her scream out for him over and over again. He'd play with her voluptuous body until she longed for no one but him. By the time this day was through, Lucy would be his.

His promise resounding in his head, he drove up into her wet heat and nearly cursed at the incredible sensation of her gripping him so tightly. She felt so good around him, so damn good, and he wondered how he was going to last. How would he be able to tamp down his own need when she finally came, when her gorgeous body rippled and constricted around him?

Gritting his teeth, he rocked into her core, his hips driving up with more force than he'd normally give this early into things, but Lucy didn't seem to mind. Her body clamped down on him as she uttered the sexiest moan Gajeel had ever heard. It excited him to hear her whimper at his attentions, and that enticement unraveled his already frayed discipline.

"Fuck Lucy!" he shouted, pressing her tight against the wall as he slammed up into her quaking depths.

He exacted a punishing pace, one he had no intention of using during their first time together, but Lucy had done something to him. She'd destroyed his ability to think. He could only feel, and right now, there was only her. There was just her loud pants sounding in the room, her legs wrapped so snugly around his hips, her breasts brushing so temptingly against his chest, her silken core rising and falling over his body.

He could see nothing else, and he gave himself over to it. There was no other option. She had swept over him like a hot summer storm, scrambling his mind and wrecking the most amazing havoc on his body. She was a siren, enticing him with sight and sound, and he could do nothing but answer her call.

Abruptly, her breathing changed, the quick puffs of air turning into a cacophony of harsh panting. Her body trembled, and Gajeel winced as her channel narrowed. His traitorous body was all but straining to let go, but he fought it down. He wouldn't go before her.

She clung desperately to him as she climbed her peak, her pretty pink nails cutting into the flesh of his arms, but Gajeel couldn't give a damn. He could barely hold himself together long enough to watch this beautiful woman fall apart. It was all he could do to keep up this rough pace while staving off his end.

She was just too intoxicating, and he was well and truly addicted to the sweet flavor of her. One drink was all it had taken, and he was a goner. He was hooked.

Just when he was sure he could take no more, Lucy's seized around him, her walls collapsing over his cock so tightly he cursed. Her mouth fell open and out came the most garbled but equally gratifying version of his name he'd ever heard. That was all he needed to let himself go, and with a snarl of satisfaction, he drove up into her slick sheath once more.

His release was quick and overpowering, easily the most intense he'd ever experienced, and with his shaft still buried deep inside her quickening center, he slumped against her heaving form. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and he grinned as a deep sigh left her mouth.

"Holy shit..." she murmured, the fingers of one hand tangling in his hair and lazily brushing along his scalp. "That was..."

"Fucking hot," he supplied with a low growl.

She giggled at his response. "Yeah, it was fucking hot."

His head came up at the crude word exiting her mouth. He'd never heard her talk like that, and for some damn reason, it turned him on. He wondered how many people knew she used such language. Maybe it was limited to after sex or maybe it was just with him. And now he wanted to know.

"You said fucking," he stated plainly, though the question was obvious in the lift of his pierced brow.

Her laugh sounded again before she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "Just testing it out. You seem to love saying it, so I figured I'd see what all the hype's about."

"And?" he asked with a smug grin. It was just for him.

Lucy bit her lip and tossed him an impish smile. "I think I might like it...but only when we're..."

Gajeel laughed as her cheeks flushed. "Only when we're what Bunny Girl?"

At his teasing, Lucy's face flared even more, and she pouted. "Only when we're...fuc..."

Her voice trailed off on the last word, and Gajeel couldn't help but crack up. He'd never seen anyone have such an issue with saying the word 'fuck'. "Come on...you can do better than that. What were we doing?"

She huffed, sending the chucking man a glare. "Fine, we were fucking...fucking, fucking, fucking. Are you happy now? Or would you like me to list all the other names too? Humping and screwing and getting down and-"

"Damn! I had no idea you had such a naughty vocabulary, Lucy." Gajeel leaned in, his face etched with a smirk, and nibbled at her ear. "I like it..."

Lucy shivered in his arms, but tried valiantly to maintain her cool. "Are you planning on putting me down anytime soon? I've got to be getting heavy for you."

"Oh not a chance in hell," he hummed into her ear, his voice coming out in a rumble. "I've got all day to rock your world, baby."

Lucy woke the next morning tucked under the wonderfully heavy weight of Gajeel's arm. A smile drifted over her face as she gazed over at the sleeping man at her side. She couldn't quite believe she'd gotten her wish or that everything had changed because of a goofy little game Mira had forced them into for Easter. She was happy, more than she'd thought possible, and beyond sexually satisfied.

Her body felt wonderfully used, utterly and perfectly sated in a way she'd never had the pleasure of experiencing. She'd never known a man could be so vigorous, and she had to admit she couldn't wait to have him again. Gajeel had gone over every inch of her body, teased her and pleased her in ways she'd found unimaginable, and now she was almost delirious with bliss.

Suddenly, the communication lacrima on the bedside table lit up, and Lucy frowned, wondering who would be calling at such an early hour. Giving Gajeel a quick peek, she reached over to answer the summons.

All at once, Cana was there, her hair a mess and her lips curved into a sleepy smile. It was obvious she had just woken up from a night of wild sex, and with a giggle, Lucy wondered if she looked just the same. "Hey Cana."

The woman on the other end laughed. "I see you got a little something last night."

"You're one to talk," Lucy challenged good-naturedly. "Have you looked in a mirror?"

The brunette yawned and shook her head. "That would require me leaving this bed, and with what's lying next to me, that's just not gonna happen."

A happy smile touched Lucy's face as she spared Gajeel another glance. "Yeah I know what you mean."

"So..." Cana said, her eyebrows wagging suggestively. "How was it?"

"It was fucking hot as hell," a deep voice grumbled from behind Lucy. "Now go the fuck away."

A loud laugh burst from Cana's mouth, but before she could respond, an arm stole around her waist and Laxus growled, "It's too fucking early for you two to be doing this shit."

"Yeah yeah...I'm going," the card mage muttered with a roll of her eyes before she turned back to Lucy, her face falling into her pervy grin. "Looks like we'll have to chat later. Can't wait to hear all the details."

"Cana..." Laxus called out again in warning.

The brunette giggled. "He's so grumpy in the morning. Bye girl!"

With that, the lacrima went dark, and her early morning caller was gone, leaving her alone with her own moody dragon slayer. She had to admit it was rather understandable that he'd be so grouchy. They hadn't gone to bed until nearly 4 in the morning. Then again, that was his own fault for being such a horny devil.

"Damn woman..." he complained, pulling Lucy back down into his arms. "Calling at 7 o'clock in the fucking morning. And details...she doesn't need any damn details. We fucked. It was great. We're gonna do it again later today. End of story."

Lucy giggled at the man's sleepy scowl. "And what if I don't want to do it again later today?"

Her question had him peeking out of one eye, his lips turning down in a frown. "What?"

"I said, what if I don't want to do it again later today?" she repeated, struggling to keep her face straight.

All at once, their positions were reversed, and with a squeal of surprise, she found herself flat on her back, her legs spread and his body dropping between them. "Then I'll just have to take you again now."