Summary: I don't know how to love but if you teach me, I promise I'll never let you go.

Requester: ? Maybe it was a guest reader but for whatever reason, I did not record the requester's name...

Request: Laxus sees Lucy enjoying a thunderstorm on her roof. Fluff to smut.

A/N: This is gonna be a two-shot. I was being lazy and chose not to reread/edit it but I'm pretty confident it's still good! Hopefully it's not too bad and you guys like it. Let me know what you think!

Her eyes reflected the flashing strength and beauty. Bolts cracked across the night sky with little regard to the earth below and for a split second, it felt like the world had been illuminated before falling back into its starless, endless, darkness. Lucy's brown orbs would glow a shade lighter into a golden hazel with every intricate stroke of lightning as she watched the sky from her apartment building's rooftop. She closed her eyes and let the cold droplets of water fall from the cloud and onto her body. Each drop fell into smaller rivulettes of a glossy, webbed design over her ple, hot skin and sucked into the fabric of her white dress shirt.

That familiar feeling of that burning sensation began to coil in her stomach. Her slim form convulsed with a small array of shivers down her spine in odd excitement. She could feel the strength of the storm and oh how she loved it. There was something about it's beauty and vitality that left her stomach turning in desire for a man that possessed the same trait. Mr. Perfect, she supposed.

He would be sexy as all hell, body corded with muscles and pent up with desires and passions she could only dream of and fulfill. Even in all the brutality of his adonis form, he would be graceful. His every movement and thought, calculated and breathing with elegance but he would love and care her. He would be willing to do anything for her, and she for him.

Her dainty hand clenched at the fabric of her skirt, her own body begging for that man to exist as her back arched up the roof. Why was life so cruel to her needs?

Lucy listened for the thunder, patiently counting and none too happy to find the storm moving further away. With each passing second and vaguer booming clap, her senses became more adept to the sounds closer to her.

She focused on the quiet trudging of heavy boots below. They was unhurried and unbothered by the storms cold, gloomy weather, "What are ya doing up there, Blondie?"

Lucy's body tensed, all too familiar with the owner of her nickname. She glanced down from the top of the building to find none other than the King of Rude himself.

"Enjoying the weather, Laxus." She called back, eyelids falling back into a resting position as she expected the older blonde to continue on his way to wherever the hell he was headed. But no, he was up on top of the roof with her within seconds of her response. It wasn't in Laxus' nature to let happiness be, at least that was her reason for him to continue intruding on her calm, hot, and bothered time.

Laxus, however, had his own reasons. Number one being the girl was sexy as hell and wearing soaking wet clothes; Two being she intrigued him. It was in the way her entire being seemed to relax in the presence of the storm, the way her body openly accepted the rainfall and light without fear. "Oh? Since when is Blondie not too girly to sit in the rain?"

He'd for sure had her pegged as a sissy that couldn't be bothered with anything except for her beloved Flame Brain. She couldn't be bothered with getting her hair and clothes wet or break a nail or lift a damned thing with her weak arms. His eyes peered through the darkness of night, looking for any vague detail of her expression. A smirk curled at the edge of his lips when he saw the slight agitation crease her finely trimmed eyebrows. "Sorry to disappoint, Smartass but I've liked thunderstorms since I was little." Lucy's expression relaxed a bit, undisturbed as Laxus settled beside her on his side, head propped up on his palm.

He looked down at her, eyes slightly softening as he noticed her (somewhat irate) form seemed to fit perfectly beside his own, "And what exactly do you love about me so much?"

Lucy's eyes snapped open, throwing daggers through the dark, "What gave you the foggiest idea that I loved you?"

"You said it yourself, you like thunderstorms and my element of lightning is the best thing there is to a thunderstorm. So get to explaining, Blondie." He stated, rather triumphantly. Every muscle in Lucy's body wanted to lash back with some kind of smart aleck response, but she couldn't.

"Fair enough." She couldn't argue. He was right, "I like the rare balance of strength and elegance. Lightning is like this… this art form. It's a quick and staggering stroke that requires a firm hand, delicate enough to paint the small branches of light that reach off from it. It has the power and strength to take out a village but leaves this colorful streak of light in the sky." She spoke dreamily of the perfect storm, mind slowly drifting back to the Mr. Perfect that seemed so unattainable, at least until Laxus' image began to dominate her thoughts. But why the hell would she imagine him? OF ALL PEOPLE!

Laxus could suddenly only sit and quietly stare as her body slightly tensed and seemed to coil as her fingers play with the hem of her soaked, white shirt that clung ever so perfectly to her curves. What would she do if he were to press her back further into the tiling of the roof? Press into her and take her just as greedily as the rain touched her skin.

On impulse, Laxus' hand moved to slowly, gently tuck away a wet loche of hair behind her ear.

When Lucy's glowing brown eyes careened with his, breathlessly in the climax of striking lightning, the corners of his eyes crinkled with displaced emotion but she didn't catch it as darkness fell once more. Her hair had illuminated into a bright gold, light hues of the lightning's purple persuading the highlights. Her expression, it was shocked before the light of electricity faded out again, with it came a hurdling array of weird thoughts and feelings as her image became stained in his memory. He swallowed that harsh wave of callous, dense desire, trying desperately to tuck away all those damned emotions.

Laxus had never felt that before. He'd sure as hell felt horny before, felt sexual tension, felt carnal desires but nothing quite like what had just struck through him. He'd never felt something that made him act beyond his usual, careful and cautious thinking. That's just not what he did! Acting on impulse was one of the most idiotic things he could have possibly come up with, so why had he just done that?

Why had he done anything he did that day? He never takes the route home that goes by her house, has never felt a need to gingerly touch her, and has most definitely never thought of the shorter blonde in a romantic way. Now his head was flooded with a want for touching her and feeling her skin, hot and bare against his.

No. This needy thing wasn't a good look for him. What he needed was to find his damned self control if it hadn't already been shot to hell. "I think I'm gonna go."

"Uh-" Lucy panicked for a split second as she watched him begin to move away. Maybe she didn't know why Laxus had suddenly appeared in the middle of her little, odd fetish time or why it was his face that suddenly appeared when she thought of Mr. Perfect but she wanted to know… That wasn't something she could do if he left. What if he was the man of her dreams in some twisted fate? If he left now, chances are they'd go back to their normal, never interacting relationship. Lucy wasn't a fool to fate's none too subtle coursing of life, "You don't have to go! The storm is supposed to get really bad when it heads back this way to Magnolia. Maybe you could stay a while? You know, until the storm blows over completely."

Laxus stared at her, slightly stunned by her suddenly open demeanor. His eyes squinted marginally as he studied her somewhat shaken form. He thought she had some mischievously foggy idea racing through that brain of hers and he wanted to know what. God, would Laxus love to know what made her body shiver and squirm the way it did in those all too delicious movements. "Sure." He finally spoke, relaxing back on the roof with closed eyes. The weather was nice in all its spring humidity. Laxus focused on the way rain rolled over his skin, trying to think of anything that wasn't Blondie.

Lucy casted a persistent stare in his direction. Like Laxus, she focused on the way the rain so tantalizingly rolled over his skin in a heavy downpour. Each burst of water gave him a slight glimmer in the golden light of the street lamps. It wasn't surprising that he could be the one for her physically. Her eyes moved down muscles of his arms, tongue slipping out to wet her lips as her sight finally landed on his hands. They were rough and calloused, probably cold. Her imagination began to get the best of her as she remembered all the little intricate lightning tricks he would do with his nimble fingers when bored. The thought began to escalate as she wondered what else those fingers of his were good at. And of course she made herself blush in shame thinking of something like that when he was only a couple of feet away.

"You know, if you want me, all you have to do is ask." His voice was little more than a purr as he looked at her in the corner of his eye. Her brown orbs snapped up to meet his grey ones. Lucy could feel that red flush creeping over her cheeks darken in hue.

"I don't want you!" She attempted to come off insulted and did so successfully. At least that's what she thought, Laxus could say otherwise. "I was looking at the way the rain was hitting your coat."

"Really? -Here." Before Lucy could respond, he was whipping his big, black coat from his broad shoulders and tossing it onto her dainty form. Never once had she seen him take his coat off for anyone! And it was making her heart race retardedly and she just knew he could hear it. She silently prayed that the oversized coat muffled the galloping beat but something told her, his senses didn't quite work that way or were too kean for her to hope otherwise.

"It's too big, it makes me feel like a child." She tried to get the coat off just as quickly as he had put it on her before his scent could hit her nose. On the rare occasion that the man showed up to the guild, she almost always walked past him before he went to the second floor and his smell was one that would make your knees buckle and quake.

He held the jacket to her and tucked it under her hips, "You are a child compared to me."

And just like that, they were bickering and bantering. They'd been relatively strangers, this being their first conversation after Lucy's first months in Fairy Tail. She, however, thought she already knew enough about him from the cocky way he talked to the way he strutted into the guild like it might as well have already belonged to him. They'd hardly known one another enough but it seemed like they had been old friends for years now. One hour dragged into two, then three as the sky slowly began to brighten with wisps of red and orange pulling their way across the vast canvas. The storm had gone and come back and they were still there.

Lucy felt comfortable enough to ask, "Do you want to come in before this storm gets too strong?"

"Let's go. Now, give me my coat." He came off rather abrupt, not really knowing how to deal with the situation at hand, or crushing on someone in general. It was a little infatuation, barely anything (he tried to tell himself) but he'd never had to go through it before. He was cocky because he could be! To be honest, he didn't give a fuck about girls outside of quite literally fucking them. He'd never had to chase a girl, never had to give a girl a second glance before she'd already taken a triple-take at him and decided he was going to be her forever boyfriend; Not that that idea had ever worked out in their favor. Now he was wondering how he was supposed to pursue a girl who was sending him mixed signals. At some points, Blondie was laughing and badgering him 'like one of the guys', then she was faintly touching him and smiling like a fucking angel. Then it hit him.

He'd never had a girlfriend.

She giggled at him as if he'd said 'just kidding' right after asking for his coat. He had to be kidding about taking the coat off before she was even in the apartment yet. It was when she glanced at him and she saw his rather hard expression that she realised he wasn't kidding. Had he never treated a girl before?

Laxus took his coat as she mumbled something about him being a 'damn jerk' and began to walk toward the end of the roof. He nearly choked as he watched her drop off of the edge of the apartment building little discretion or abandonment. When he rushed over, she was hanging on a ledge and dropping down, her feet landing on the ground just a couple of feet below her. THAT'S HOW SHE GOT DOWN!?

It was one thing for him to jump. That was normal for dragon slayers! He swore she was more cautious when she first joined Fairy Tail. Flame Brain must've fucked up her common sense.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He did jump, not even bothering to grab onto something to lessen the blow to the small concrete patio. The ground suffered more damage than his own boots. Lucy hung her head in shame for thinking that ANYONE from Fairy Tail could move an inch without costing her a penny. The first person her complex owner was going to interrogate was the girl with the destructive friends. Damn, damn, damn!

"There's nothing wrong with me and you owe me whatever it costs to get that fixed." She glared at the small crater in the pavement.

"Tch. Whatever you say." He dismissed her statement without a second thought.

"You think I'm playing?" Lucy asked, all too familiar with that sort of response, "You won't be 'tch'-ing when I send you the fucking bill."

"You have a mouth on you, Blondie." He made small conversation as she placed her keys into the door, once again ignoring her comments. Laxus was beginning to feel thinly stretched, all of his moments were away from all tumbling out at once. He tried desperately to continue the conversation so he wouldn't even have time to think about how sexy she was. Or how smart and independent she was. Or how funny and sarcastic she was… Shit. He was doing it again and it wasn't helping that she was inviting him a into her luxuriously private room.

Never once had he taken interest in her (besides her tits) and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what made her any different now! So, he just quietly followed behind her, listening to the quiet obscenities she muttered beneath her breath. He set his jaw and watched her, then cleared his throat and rather reluctantly tore his eyes away from her contours of her back as she led the way up the stairs to her apartment. Lucy whirled around to see if he'd been attempting to catch her attention. It was clear in his expression that it had been a purely hollow noise, void of any meaning, but it was that same expression that shocked her. It looked like he wanted something, was waiting for something causing a million and one things to race through her slightly, perversely tainted mind of what she could give him. Sadly enough, she'd never been one to be bold in the matters of love and sex. She turned away to place the keys in the door of her apartment and glanced back to find Laxus watching him intently, the corner of his eyes crinkled slightly.

"What's wrong?" Lucy brought her attention back to actually getting the key back into that damned hole as she asked him. She was genuinely concerned about him and didn't know why but it felt alright. Maybe they really had become friends but the term didn't seem to fit well as she began to think of him as maybe more than that. There was a slight sting when she realized there was little chance that he would even consider her a friend at the very least.

"N-nothing." He responded and to that, Lucy completely stopped her struggling ministrations with the door to fully look at him. That was another first. She'd never heard the man stutter or hesitate. Laxus seemed to exude this natural confidence and now it seemed a little rattle.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" She popped up onto her tiptoes to lay a delicate hand to his forehead, wondering if maybe he was trying to catch a fever; Her hands were ice cold as ever as she pressed them to his hot skin but Mavis, did he want to melt into her touch.

It was moments like this when he unsure of what her game was. Her expression seemed worried but her body was closing in on his, breast pressed up against his torso, hips not too far from his own. And if he could, he would heave her up over his pulsing erection but he couldn't push it from his mind that her body was freezing. The brisk temperature almost radiated from her body as slight shivers forced their way through her body.

Laxus grabbed her hand from his forehead and held it. He reached for her other hand, stroking them in his large, calloused hands, attempting to restore the heat, "Are you sure you're okay?" His tone was almost demeaning, like he was talking to a child. It was a slight setback in Lucy's thoughts because the man had already admitted that he'd seen her as nothing more than a child. Yet, when they spoke… when they spoke it was like, like he understood her. They talked like they were old friends, both understanding what felt like to almost be an outsider inside of Fairy Tail. Her head was slightly aching trying to understand why the man's personality completely shifted from one sentence to another.

"I-I'm fine." Lucy eyes were trained on his own stormy orbs, looking for some semblance of what was running through that thick skull of his. She found something… a mixed array of emotion she couldn't quite understand. Lucy decided that Laxus was the spitting image of a storm. There was a complexity of characteristics that she'd never understand but both seemed to peak her curiosity in ways she couldn't describe herself.

"No you're not; you're freezing." Laxus ignored her and reached around her form to open the door and shooed her in from the cold hallway. "Go get yourself a cover or something." He closed the door behind him, feeling like smacking himself in the forehead for being so harsh.

Despite popular belief, Laxus wasn't a neanderthal (maybe a dog but never a brute). He leaned against the arm of the couch in her living room, trying to understand what to do now that he knew Lucy was different. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they had a clique he'd never felt from another person and now he didn't know what to do.

The lights began to flicker above his head and with a 'damn' muttered under his breath, Laxus was pulled from his thoughts. He had to go find a flashlight before the storm threw the power out. He wandered around the younger blonde's apartment, eyes scanning the inside of the cabinets until the lights finally went out.

"Aye, Blondie! Where do you keep your flashlight?" He lit small fragments of lightning along the tips of his fingers, just bright enough and big enough to light the room without lighting it on fire. The crackle of lightning, however, was too inconsistent to light a room for long.

Blondie didn't respond. He called her name out again, not quite able to understand why panic was slowly beginning to flood his bloodstream. He called her name one last time before his feet were moving without him thinking. It felt natural to go for her wherever she was even if it had been the first time.

Her bedroom door was locked. It broke under the pressure of his palm as if it were nothing between him and his blonde. Yes, she was his blonde, he had decided in the little time he'd stood alone, thinking how much longer it would be before she was back by his side; Wondering how much longer it would be before he could hear the passionate thoughts that raced through her head in that mesmerising voice of hers; Wondering how long it would be before he could quake in the essence of her being.

As if he was going to let this woman slip through his fingers when she could do that to him.

The door flung open and the night light barely grazed through the window above her bed. His eyes searched the room, looking from her bed to her bathroom. It was the slight whimper in the dark that gave away her location. He couldn't get to her closet doors quick enough before he snapped them open. Peering through the dark, gray eyes tracing the outline of her pale skin and quaking form as she sat there. Knees pulled to her chest, head tucked harshly against them as her arms enveloped herself. Laxus dropped to his own knees, pulling her tightly wound form against his body.

He didn't know what the fuck he was to do with a sobbing girl pulled tight to his body. Before he could think it through as he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. Her cry turned into a hiccup as she tried to hold in whatever had overtaken her but she didn't have to. Laxus traced imaginary patterns into her shoulder blades.

"Let it out." He mumbled into her blonde strands but her crying continued to calm, coming to a harsh end. When her sobs became pained whispers to his sensitive ears, he asked, "What's wrong, Lucy?" Her name had been foreign to his lips, his tongue twisting to form the new phonetics of something he suddenly found so beautiful.

"It's too dark." Lucy's words were choked, beyond a comprehensible sentence but he understood well enough.

"Don't think about it." He slightly rocked her back and forth, listening for the soothing of her breath as the heavy exhales and shallow inhales began to even out. "Just…" He'd never been afraid of the dark in his life and had little advice for her but he was trying his best here, "Just think about something that makes you feel… warm and fuzzy or some shit."

Lucy was barely in the state of mind to find Laxus' soothing pathetic. She just wanted to not feel so pathetic over the stupid fear. She did as she was told and found her mind wandering to the way Laxus held her. Focused on the way his arms were secure and warm. Focused on the way his even breaths huffed over the crown of her head… Her breathing evened out slowly but surely.

The tears stopped streaming and her heart stopped racing.

"Laxus." Her voice was a confident whisper. She was going to do what made her feel "warm and fuzzy" or some shit close to it.

"Yeah?" Laxus pulled away to face her.

Lucy wrapped her hands in the collar of his violet shirt and with one swift yank, her lips were pressed to his. He was dumbstruck as he considered what this meant. His body tensed at the touch of her soft, smooth lips and the sudden reminder that he had a very lovely female on his lap. His forgotten member gave an interested twitch against her thigh.

Her dainty hand moved to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him that much closer. Laxus purred in satisfying desire as both he and the dragon in him came to one conclusion. He needed her. He strung his fingers through her blonde strands and angled her head to delve deeper into the kiss in an attempt to overpower her and failed miserably.

Slowly trying to get more leverage, Laxus moved the smaller blonde from his lap and onto her back. His manhood began to harden at the slight friction against her thigh. Lucy writhed beneath him, becoming drunk on lust and power. She was in control and she was the reason for that hardness between his legs. She made him long to touch himself.

Her lips assaulted his, intent on showing him she wasn't going down without a fight, roughly claiming, nipping, and tasting his sweet, oh-so-smooth lips. Laxus pulled her body tight as she her tongue slipped inside his mouth, sliding across his, ripping moans from the both of them. If even physically possible, she tugged his mouth harder against hers and he could feel the edges of his control fraying.

He never felt anything like it. Never had a girl dominate him. The fact that this bombshell could do it with her back pressed to floor in a submissive position beneath had his cock hardening painfully against his jeans. It had his mind and body racing to figure what else she could do to him. He needed to feel her naked skin against his.

Desperate to know the sensation, he made quick work of her shirt. His fingers fly down the buttons of the rain soaked, white top until she places her hands over his. He comes to a stop and reluctantly pulls away from her lips, just enough to look her in the eyes.

Her eyes are lidded in desire and worry and he watches her intently, never finding anything more captivating.

"Laxus, I don't believe in waiting until marriage before you have sex, but… but I- I at least want to be in love for my first time." Lucy eyes searched through the darkness for his deep gray orbs desperately, hoping that maybe he'd realize where she was going. Maybe he'd understand that this was her first time and she wanted it be just as special as she wanted it to be passionate. "I'm sorry."

Laxus didn't falter. His calloused fingers threaded through her soft ones before he gently pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. What she had just said was crystal clear to him but that really wasn't going to stop him because he had something else very clear in his own head.

"I don't… know how... to love you," He spoke in between searing kisses as his lips trailed up the length of her arm. His voice, oh-Mavis, his voice was raspy and tender, softly caressing her ear but the words he spoke…. They were almost manipulative; words so harsh were paired with actions so sweet, so gentle. She couldn't understand why, but the way he so openly admitted he had no feelings for her was disheartening in its own. Maybe… She was hoping he wanted more with her.

But when he uttered the words, "But if you teach me... I promise... I'll never let you go." Her heart nearly pounding out of her chest.

In the back of his mind, Laxus knew what she expected of him. She expected for him to be just another asshole that was looking for someone to fuck but lately it didn't quite satisfy him. He wanted someone to be his. She was just as strong headed to match him and keep him in check. Lucy was his, she just didn't know it yet.