A/N: This has been sitting in my to-do pile since MidLu Week 2015. It was originally going to be for the Make-Up prompt, but I went in a different direction for that whole story entirely. So… Here's some MidLu!

I'm posting this now as a present for my lovely Triplet, Leoslady4ever. Congratulations on your graduation, my precious! We're all super proud of you!

Midnight had never been one for going out to clubs or bars, or anything remotely like them. More often than not, they were too crowded and noisy. He really preferred spending most of his time in dead silence, or listening to the natural world around him that served as a reminder that he was, in fact, a free man.

Cobra, on the other hand, had other plans. Ones that involved a secretive rendezvous with a purple-haired woman in a green dress. And this was, Midnight knew, the perfect place to meet up with Kinana. A crowded club with low lighting. No one would really be able to see either party very well, and the two could seclude themselves in a booth and talk. He was already well-versed on the things that Cobra wanted to talk to the woman about, and that it was nothing more than wanting to talk to the woman they'd all been surprised to discover used to be Cubellios.

Midnight sighed while glaring down at his glass of Smoking Bishop wine. Cobra had given him the sign that he'd found Kinana, and was going to be busy, which left the Reflector mage to his own devices. One thing all of the former Seis had agreed upon was that, now that they were members of Crime Sorciere, they would go everywhere in pairs. Midnight and Cobra were instantly partners in all things, simply because they had been the closest to one another as children.

So, if Cobra wanted to come to some club, then Midnight was there as well. Maybe not right on his ass the whole time, but they were in the same building.

"I like your hair!"

He frowned at the feminine voice just behind him. Surely, she had to be talking to someone else. He brushed it off until there were a small tap on his shoulder, then a pair of large breasts brushing across his arm in passing as a blonde woman took a seat on the bar stool next to his.

Her wide brown eyes were dusted with the perfect amount of smoky grey eyeshadow for a sultry vixen, with barely visible grey liner to make them more alluring. Her lips were painted in a deep crimson that he could tell was high quality lipstick. He wondered if it smudged, because he was still trying to find the right brand that had his favorite shade without having to reapply it every few hours. Just enough blush crested the apples of her cheeks to highlight them without it being overbearing.

She leaned forward slightly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I said, I like your hair," she said over the thumping music.

Midnight blinked slowly. She had been talking to him? "Um… Alright."

The blonde laughed and waved a hand to the bartender, instantly gaining the hulking man's attention. She turned back to him, eying his drink, then smiled. "We'll have another round of Smoking Bishops, please."

Midnight sighed into his glass while taking another sip. It was a surprise that the blonde even knew what it was he'd been drinking. The bartender had given him an odd look when he'd ordered it, but the Reflector mage really loved the spiced wine. It was always a favorite of his, most especially when it was winter and he was curled up in front of a fire in the woods.

"I didn't make you for a Scrooge drinker," she laughed.

"I would have said the same to you," Midnight answered. He wanted to ignore the woman, because he really just wasn't interested in dealing with anyone that night. The only problem was that she very clearly had other plans. She was interested in what he had to say, the few times he actually answered her after their drinks came.

She didn't talk too much. She wasn't overly chatty. Just a comment here and there, something about the wine, an occasional snide comment about other patrons. Small things, really.

He felt like they'd met somewhere before, but looking at the woman just next to him as she gazed across the club with her glass to her deep crimson lips, Midnight hadn't a clue. She looked a little familiar, but he just couldn't place where he would have met a woman like her. Sitting on the stool with what he could tell were mouthwatering curves being hugged by a scrunched black tube dress with small glitter accents, her hair pulled into a messy bun. Black fingerless leather gloves that oddly complemented the outfit. He could swear he'd seen her somewhere.

"Have we met before?" Midnight finally asked. It was driving him insane, not knowing. And the look she gave him, the small quirk to her lips and how her eyes darkened in the flashing lights from the dance floor, had the Reflector mage wanting to draw away from her. Instead, he moved just a little closer.

"I wouldn't say we've met," she laughed, tipping back her glass to finish her wine. "But, I've seen you around."

"Oh," he replied. It was a bit of a disappointment that he didn't already know her.

"If you finish that," the blonde said, standing from her stool and smoothing her dress just a little. She turned to smile at him, and Midnight found his hand already lifting the glass to his black-painted lips. "Then maybe we can get to know each other a little better."

The rasp to her voice set his nerves on edge and made his legs shake slightly as he downed the rest of his drink. He preferred to sip his wine, to enjoy it as much as possible simply because he didn't drink all that often. But looking at her, he was a whole lot more interested - although that might have been because he'd just finished his second glass of wine in the first place - in what she had to offer. He didn't even flinch when her thin fingers brushed across the back of his hand, and instead let the woman lead him toward the dance floor.

His gaze slithered down the length of her back, coming to rest on her dangerously swaying hips. Midnight really wasn't one for being overly attracted to anyone, and he'd questioned plenty of times whether it meant he was destined to just be alone forever. No one had ever caught his interest before, but there was something about the mysterious blonde who hadn't even asked for his name, and hadn't given hers, that had his tongue darting out across his lower lip just to make sure he wasn't actually drooling.

She turned and grabbed both of his hands once they were past the large crowd of writhing dancers, a sensual smile lifting her lips. "Dance with me?"

"Shouldn't we be back there, then?" he asked. His feet didn't stop moving, allowing her to pull him further from the crowd until they were in a darkened section of the club that seemed all but forgotten.

"Sure, but you strike me as a loner," she giggled. The woman pulled his hands to her waist, guiding them in a slow trek down to her hips, then her thighs. Their breath mingled as she moved closer, until there was no space between them. "Would you rather be out there with a bunch of mindless idiots?"

"I'd rather not be here at all," Midnight answered. His breath caught when her grip on his hands tightened, the silken skin of her thighs brushing against his fingertips as they moved higher. He was just barely able to feel the bottoms of her rounded cheeks before his palms were pressed against her, forcing the suddenly wide-eyed Reflector mage to grope the woman he knew nothing about.

This was definitely out of the blue, and so far from the norm for him that it wasn't even funny. While he'd been teased by everyone in their group about his very obvious lack of interest concerning other people - whether it was the same sex or opposite, they didn't really care - there were only two people that knew he wasn't a virgin.

Cobra, because the bastard heard everything. Sadly, he'd had to hear the thoughts of both participants during that debacle; Midnight actually felt bad about that.

And Angel, because she was the one that had taken the Reflector mage's virginity just after they broke out of prison. They had both agreed that no one would speak of it, and that it would never happen again. Fucking the girl that was practically his sister was not what Midnight considered a good time.

But the blonde was calling to something within him, something that begged to be let free. "How about now?" she rasped, her lips brushing over his just enough to tease him with promises of more.

"This just makes me want to leave even more."

"With me, I hope."

Midnight finally felt her fingers trailing over the backs of his hands, then up the length of his arms. "You don't even know me," he said, slowly moving the woman back until she was pinned against a wall.

"Any guy that like Dickens and drinks spiced wine is someone I want to know more about," she smirked.

A breathless second passed between the two, with Midnight searching her eyes for some sense of betrayal. He'd heard enough stories from Cobra and the others about women just trying to use them for something. And they had been wanted criminals for a long time. The fact that she didn't seem to know just who he was though, that made him feel a little better. Maybe the woman wasn't after him because he was Midnight, formerly of the Oracion Seis. Maybe she'd simply seen him and found herself intrigued.

It seemed he took too long to decide, as the blonde gave in to her darker desires and crashed their lips together. There was no hesitation from him though, just desperation to feel more of her. Her soft moan vibrated through his lips, parting them before her tongue had the chance to tease him into giving in.

When her hips began swaying from one side to the other, he instinctively followed. Midnight had never been one for dancing. That was Cobra's thing. He didn't pay attention to the music, just how her body felt moving against him, in time with his.

He wasn't entirely sure when they'd turned, but Midnight somehow found his back against the wall and the woman's hands tangling themselves in his hair. His fingers mapped out every sinful curve of her body while she kept up the façade that they were simply dancing.

The way her tongue curled around his own made Midnight breathless. How her lips trailed across his jaw while she pressed her pelvis suggestively against his, had him biting back a groan.

"Have you ever fucked a woman in a crowded place?" she whispered, biting harshly at his earlobe.

"Not yet," he answered. The way she drew back slowly to look into his eyes, the slow smile that stretched across her lips, he was sure in that moment that he'd given the blonde just the answer she wanted.

She turned and leaned back against his chest, rotating her hips so they continuously brushed against the straining arousal hidden beneath his pants. With one hand planted on her hip, guiding her to grind against him with a little more force, Midnight reached up with his free hand to tilt her head so he could look into her eyes again. He watched her burning gaze as he rocked against her, teasing the blonde just a little more with what they were both, apparently, aching for.

Her breathy plea was silenced as he descended on her lips once again, letting go of her chin to push his hand between their bodies. The button of his pants flew through the hole, the zipper skidded downward. Before pulling his rigid shaft from the confines of his boxers, Midnight's fingers slipped forward between her legs to tease what he came to realize was lace, already soaked with her arousal.

Her body stilled as her panties slipped to the side, and he groaned quietly while forcing her hips back just enough for his fingers to glide over her sex.

"Fuck me," she whimpered against his lips.

His hand slid back quickly to withdraw himself from his boxers. Short, desperate kisses were shared between the two as the blonde arched her back. The Reflector mage lined himself up at her entrance, and broke the kiss on a shuddering breath as the mystery woman slowly enveloped his cock in her tight heat.

They stood perfectly still as the song shifted to something faster and louder. The timing was perfect, as far as he was concerned. It meant if either of them made too much noise, it would be swallowed up in an instant.

What he hadn't anticipated was for the blonde to reach up and slam his lips down to hers while she started dancing again, keeping him planted deeply within her. His hips rocked in time with her and his hands finally decided join the party. Her thighs, hips, waist, breasts. Everywhere he could reach, Midnight was desperate to feel under his questing fingers.

Her movements grew more frantic in time with the music, and he pressed wanting open-mouthed kisses down her throat and shoulder.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Sh-Shit, that's the spot…"

Gone was any attempt at hiding just what they were doing, and Midnight found himself biting down roughly on her shoulder as the blonde began slamming herself back onto him. He roughly kneaded her breasts, pulling the lithe little body more forcefully until all he could hear was their bodies thudding against one another and her breathy, broken gasps of pleasure.

Thankfully, he knew the music was still playing. She was just far more intriguing than anything else this place had to offer.

"Make me cum," she rasped, turning to look at him over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes. "And keep me quiet… Mmm, you'll make me a screamer… I just know it."

The Reflector mage simply let out a quiet groan as their lips and tongues began battling once again. She was vicious, that was for sure, but he found that he rather liked that about this mystery woman. Her fingers dug into his arms, and would have left marks along his flesh if it hadn't been for his coat.

Grabbing her hips, he forced the blonde's back to arch just enough for him to plunge a little more recklessly into her. He felt the short whimper as he pulled back, how she struggled to keep her lips pressed to his when his pace quickened. Unsure of where one breath ended and the next began, Midnight let himself get lost in the blonde beauty's delicious heat. Pleasure zipped across his nerves, igniting a fire more wicked than anything he'd felt before.

Her body seized as scorching heat exploded in the base of his spine, sending his release pumping into her core. Midnight willingly swallowed her blissful screams, his chest heaving right along with hers as he floated high above the clouds.

The two stayed connected, with Midnight not wanting to move an inch. Or to unwind his arms from around the blonde. Eventually, their kisses shortened and he was left standing on shaking legs, leaning heavily against the wall as she took a small step away to adjust her panties and dress.

The blonde turned and gave him a sultry smile, then leaned forward to press her lips to his cheek. "Thanks for the dance, Midnight," she whispered. "Come by Fairy Tail sometime, okay?"

With that, she sauntered away from the Reflector mage, leaving him with his pants open and his eyes rounded in shock as he watched each tempting sway of her hips.

Cobra made his way over to Midnight, whistling as he eyed the stunned mage. "One, you should put your dick away," he said. "And two… She just ate your ass alive."

Midnight nodded absently while he started fixing his pants. He couldn't help but watch as the blonde disappeared into the crowd. How he hadn't realized just who she was sooner, he couldn't figure out, but now he knew just why she'd been so familiar before. "Isn't she the one we…"

"Yep," Cobra chuckled. "Put her ass in the Clock."

"Damn…"

"Your lipstick is smudged, by the way."

Midnight simply stood in the same place, staring off into the crowd where she'd disappeared to. "Uh-huh…"

"Eyeliner, too…"

"Good..." That had really been her? There was just no way it had been real, though... Right?

"Are you even listening to me right now?"

Midnight blinked slowly, his gaze shifting to the ground. "... Wow..."

Cobra rolled his eye and started walking back toward the table he and Kinana had been sitting in.

"Holy shit..." Midnight whispered to himself. 'I just had sex with Lucy Heartfilia…' Slowly, the Reflector mage slid down the wall and sat on the ground, staring off into space while he tried to assimilate how his night had spiralled so quickly out of control.

'She said to come visit… Does that mean...?'

He blinked again, shaking his head in wonder. "Holy fucking shitballs…"