A/N: So… Sorry for the unexpected six-month hiatus from this story? I, um… Have no words. But, Jackal's back in this chapter as well! Updates are sporadic at best. I've updated several stories in the last week alone. I doubt I can continue this trend, but I'll try for as long as possible.

Also, for anyone interested, you should check out the "Period Panties" kickstarter that inspired the underwear in this chapter. When I've got the money, I'm totally buying a few pairs… Or all of them... They're so damn cute!

Her night was splendid, fantastic, so utterly fucking wonderful that she was treating herself to a bottle - or two - of wine. A delicious Moscato that Laxus had gotten a whole case of, only to realize he just didn't like the sweetness of it. Apparently he wasn't a dessert wine kind of guy.

Oh, but Lucy was. And even though she was supposed to be working on revising her novel, she just couldn't bring herself to really work. Not when there were kitten videos on YouTube that were begging for her attention.

And then animals farting. And then she wound up on Bickslow's YouTube channel, watching him spit fire down at the beach, twirl swords and staves set aflame, and then a bunch of his utterly moronic party videos. She was sure he shouldn't still be doing keg-stands at his age, or… since he wasn't in college anymore.

It was just after she'd filled her glass again and took a sip that Lucy found herself cursing the blue-haired man's Nicki Minaj - he should not be wearing that thong and a long blonde wig and thrusting his hips so fucking much, and sweet mother of god why hadn't he shaved his balls?! - when she started laughing and the wine sloshed out of her glass.

All over her laptop.

"Aw, shit," Lucy groaned. She lifted the laptop and tipped it toward her, hoping she could shake the wine from between her keys. Except all it did was send wine careening down to one corner.

But she was a quick thinker and pushed her open mouth beneath it, humming in contentment when she got a few precious droplets onto her tongue. But when she tried to put it back in her lap, the blonde realized that her glass was empty, sitting where her computer had been, and covering her pale pink duvet in liquid.

"Oh, c'mon!" she shouted. Lucy tossed the computer to the foot of the bed and struggled to get the glass into her hand, then on the nightstand. It was while she sat, glaring down at the bed, Lucy realized she needed to worry about her laptop.

Wasn't it a bad idea to get electronics wet?

"Goddamnit!" she screeched. Why couldn't she remember what Cobra had told her to do when she'd dropped her phone in the toilet? "Google! Oh, I can Google it!"

She scrambled back over to the laptop, frowning when she tried to open up a new tab and the cursor shook and wobbled, but didn't glide over to the taskbar. It took too long, what with the stupid little thing only moving a millimeter with each quick flick of her finger across the trackpad, but eventually she was able to open up her internet browser.

And then she remembered that she already had one open. But it was too late. She would just have to listen to Anaconda for a few more minutes while squinting at the keys and trying to make them stop swaying long enough to type out her question.

"My laptop's... wet," she whispered while typing. "Why… Goddamnit, keys… What do I… I… Oh my god the letter I!" Her finger slammed down on the key, and her eyes went wide when it wouldn't stop typing the letter. No matter how many times she hit backspace, it just kept going. And going. It was as though the Energizer Bunny was fucking her 'I' under the little keycap, just tapping away and thwarting her every effort to just fix things!

Finally, she just hit enter. Maybe that would work.

Nothing happened. More I's danced across her search bar.

How else was she supposed to figure this out? She couldn't Google it on her computer, but...

"Oh, my phone!" she laughed, turning toward the pillows again. She paused, eyeing the bottle of wine still sitting in an iced bucket on her nightstand. Right next to her charging phone.

Well, if she wasn't going to be using her computer, it made sense if she filled her glass again. Then she could search on her phone. So, Lucy filled the glass and took a sip. Then a larger one. Finally, she set down the glass and unplugged her phone, smiling when she saw the blinking notification light. Silly her, she'd had her phone on vibrate all night so she could focus.

She swiped across the screen and put in her password, frowning when she couldn't get the numbers right, then rolled her eyes and typed slower. Finally, it unlocked and she pulled down the notification bar, tipping her head one way and another as she hummed along with the song still playing on the computer.

A text from Jackal sat there, and when she checked the timestamp, she realized it had come in only minutes before the computer fiasco.

Lucy clicked on it, smiling when she saw the text.

Hey cuteness. How's what wine and revision going?

She wasn't sure when he'd started with the pet names, but they'd been texting for a couple weeks now. Maybe every text he sent her had some nickname in it. She did know that it made her stomach tie itself in knots when she read them. Especially since they were never crude or disgusting. Just sweet.

She tried to type back her response, then frowned when the song stuttered in the background. That reminded her… she was supposed to be googling how to handle wine in her computer. Maybe Jackal knew.

She typed out a quick response, explaining what had happened, then hit send. While she waited for him to answer, Lucy sat back on the bed and sipped at her wine.

And then her phone started vibrating, much longer than normal for a text. She lifted it, staring at the screen for a moment, at Jackal's grinning face sitting in the middle of the screen, then giggled and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Okay, your voice proves it," he chuckled.

"Proves what?"

"You are wasted."

"I'm not," she giggled, sipping at her wine again.

"That text says otherwise." She frowned in confusion, but heard the quick shuffle of his phone before he spoke again. "Check what you sent me."

She rolled her eyes, but looked down at her phone and switched to her messaging app. A harsh laugh left her when she really tried to focus on the letters.

Jackal I splld wime ommycmmpter do you jnue hww to fix that?!

"Oh," Lucy snorted. "Sorry about that."

"It's all good," he sighed. It sounded like he was lying down, and she could vaguely hear the television humming in the background on the other end of the line. "So what happened?"

"I spilled wine on my laptop," she huffed. "You wouldn't know how to handle that, would you? I can't remember."

Silence was her answer for several painfully long moments.

"Do you have rice?"

"I need to fix the computer, not make a snack!"

"Put the computer in the rice and leave it there for a day," he chuckled.

Lucy sighed and made her way out to the kitchen, taking the empty wine bottle with her. As she looked for rice in the refrigerator, she asked, "What are you doing tonight?"

"Watching anime," he said. "New Gintama episodes are out and I'm behind."

"You're so boring," she laughed. "Do I need cooked rice? Because I don't wanna cook. I can probably order some-"

"Uncooked rice," he laughed. "Are you sure you can handle this?"

Lucy nodded and closed the fridge then walked toward her pantry. Damn. She only had half a pound. Oh well, she'd make it work. "Rice acquired," she said. "Now what?"

"Grab a trash bag and put the computer in it, then spread the rice over it." She listened to him shift on what she knew was his couch again, the sound in the background halting. Most likely, he'd paused it so he didn't miss anything.

Lucy paused in her trip back to her bedroom when she realized that she hadn't thrown the wine bottle away. She was still carrying it. And she'd forgotten to grab a trash bag. She pivoted in place switching the bottle out for a bag, then went to turn back only for the rice to spill out of the little bag and go crashing to the floor.

"God-fucking-damnit," she groaned.

"What happened this time?" Jackal chuckled.

"I'm out of rice…" She didn't care if she was whining. Lucy just wanted to do this on her own. Was that so much to ask? "And I'm too drunk to drive to the store and get more."

"That sucks." There was more shuffling on the line, and Lucy trudged back to her bedroom huffing when she sat down on the bed and realized that there was still a huge wet spot on the duvet. And that she was sitting in it.

"What are you doing?" Lucy asked.

"Putting on pants."

"Oh."

"And shoes." She listened to him stomping his feet into the work boots he wore whenever he wasn't working at the Coffee Shop. "Grabbing my keys." She heard the quiet jingle of his keys. "My wallet. And a jacket because it's snowing outside."

"Why are you…" Lucy frowned for a moment, listening as his door opened and closed and he quietly cursed about the cold weather outside his apartment. "Jackal?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm being a sweetheart and going to get you some rice."

"Really?! Oh, Jackal you don't need to-"

"Too late. I have pants on. And you know how I feel about being in just my boxers." She did. He was a firm believer in wearing only his underwear as soon as he was home for the day. She'd popped in on him once on his day off with lunch for the two of them, and had been more than surprised that he wouldn't let her in right away, because he had to get dressed. "Now, once we get this handled, what do you say to sharing some of that fancy ass wine of yours?"

"You've got a deal," she grinned. "Jackal, you're the best!"

"Sometimes," he chuckled, unlocking his car. "Okay, beautiful. I'm getting in the car. I'll call you when I get there."

"Sounds good. Thank you so much!"

The door closed and she heard him warming his hands up and turning on the car, blasting the heat with a soft sigh. "Have you had dinner yet?"

"It's almost ten."

"Right," he chuckled. "Did you remember to eat dinner during your binge drinking and YouTubing?"

"... No."

"Then expect dinner, too."

Lucy smiled and lowered her gaze to her hands. "You're too sweet, Jackal," she whispered. "Really."

"So I've been told," he said, "Mostly by you. Chinese, pizza, or tacos?"

"I'm a slut for tacos," she snickered. "And so are you."

"No, I'm a burrito bitch." She knew he was smiling by the tone in his voice when she laughed again. "But I can't drive and talk on the phone, so I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Mm-hmm." Lucy sighed while lying back on her bed as the call ended, clutching it to her chest and letting a giddy grin curl her lips.

It wasn't often that she got to see Jackal outside of his job, just here and there in the past couple months since they'd bonded over their Bleach game. Granted, they saw each other constantly while he was working because Lucy just couldn't stop herself from going down there and buying her ridiculously priced drink, spending time with her extended family there, and trying not to ogle the delicious blond.

But she'd only seen him away from the Coffee Shop a handful of times. More often than not, it was late at night when she'd been drinking at home alone, and they usually ended up just sitting on the couch, watching anime or on their phones, playing games together.

Lucy sighed, lifting the phone and switching to her gallery to swipe through the photos she was sure Jackal didn't know she'd taken. Maybe it was creepy of her, but she really liked being able to sneak quick snapshots randomly. Like this one of him laughing while trying to wrap his arm around Bickslow's throat and give him one hell of a noogie - except, Jackal was just a little too short to pull it off, so he'd just ended up jumping the whole time.

Or the next picture of Cobra's arm wrapped around Jackal's throat as he dragged him toward the trash cans that Jackal had apparently neglected and were full of garbage.

Another of Jackal sitting on Lucy's couch with his hair up in a ponytail - this one he'd taken himself - doing a ridiculous duckface, with her draped across his lap and hiding her red face while she cracked up.

Then, when she ran out of pictures on her phone, she opened up Facebook and went right to his profile, then started clicking through his pictures. Granted, all of those were from before he'd started working at the Coffee Shop, and several of them had him in construction areas, smiling in his selfies while things exploded in the background. It just made her wonder why he'd stopped working demolition for the city.

Not that she would complain about seeing him in a tank top and cargo pants, holding a sledgehammer above his head and grinning at the camera just before he crushed some cinderblock. That sheen of sweat of his muscular arms… Good god.

Okay, so maybe she was just a little obsessed. Or, not obsessed and a total stalker… but she had a crush. That much was obvious. The guys at the Coffee Shop loved teasing her about it nonstop, so there was no denying at least that much.

Lucy rolled onto her stomach and grabbed the computer. It would probably be a good idea to close everything down. Thankfully, she'd known that she wasn't going to get any work done and had saved her work and shut it down hours ago. So that just left the internet tabs.

She frowned while struggling to get the cursor up to the little x in the top right corner, but finally succeeded. Only to click and not have the stupid thing respond.

That really wasn't good. She clicked again, her eyes widening when the button stuck and wouldn't come back up.

"No," she whimpered. The last thing she wanted to do was buy a new laptop. That would just kill her. "No, no, no… come on!"

Her phone vibrated on the bed and she blindly reached over and answered the call.

"Taco slut speaking."

"Oh my god," Jackal laughed. "I'm coming up the stairs. Care to open the door?"

"That was fast," she said while pushing up from the bed and making her way to the front door.

"It's been nearly an hour," he said. "There was a line at the taco place."

She found her cheeks flushing when she realized that she'd lost track of time while looking at pictures of Jackal. She opened the door, keeping the phone to her ear when she saw his head appear at the top of the stairs.

Even wearing a thick jacket with a few flurries still sitting on his shoulders and in his hair, he was scrumptious.

Jackal chuckled when he saw her cheeks a healthy pink, whispering into the phone. "I think you're pretty scrumptious, too." That had Lucy blushing more furiously and hanging up just as he came to stand at her open door.

She ushered him inside and closed the door behind him, hiding her face behind her hair while he kicked off his boots. "The computer's in my room. I was trying to shut everything down, but…"

"You mean it's still on?"

She turned with a frown at the disbelief lacing his voice. "Yeah?"

"Shit, Lucy!" Jackal rushed toward her bedroom and practically tossed the food bags onto her bed, then held down the power button on her laptop, silently counting to ten. Fifteen. Then cursing when it still wouldn't turn off.

"Um…"

He got to thirty before it finally powered down. "This isn't good," he said, snapping the trash bag open. "You should have turned it off right away."

"Oh… I didn't know that…"

He tossed her a small, understanding smile over his shoulder. "It's all good, beautiful," he whispered. "I'll take care of it."

Luce bit her lip and watched as he turned the laptop over to remove the battery, then set everything in the trash bag. "Are you sure this'll work?"

"It'll get the moisture out," he said, opening two large bags of rice that he'd brought. He poured them into the bag, making sure to completely cover the keys, then around to the back where the battery had been, then the battery itself. "Whether it did any damage, we won't know until tomorrow night. You won't be able to use it for at least twenty-four hours."

"O-Okay."

Once he was finished, having poured a third bag of rice in just in case it needed more, Jackal pulled the bag closed and moved it to the floor in the far corner of the room. He stood and stretched, smiling over his shoulder once again as Lucy came forward and set her hands on the edges of his jacket. He let her slowly pull it off, turning as she tossed it on the bed. "Ready for food?"

Lucy nodded, smiling up at him. "Thanks, Jackal. You're a lifesaver."

He shrugged, leaning down to whisper in her ear while walking past. "Just for you, Lucy."

She shivered, nibbling her lip then grabbed her wine glass and followed him out to the living room. "You get that set up, I'll get more wine."

"Sounds good."

Minutes later, they sat side-by-side on the couch, nearly touching, and scarfed down their tacos and burritos as though they hadn't eaten in months while reruns of their mutual favorite anime ran on the television. Neither cared about using any sort of manners.

Jackal teased the woman at his side about her hot sauce Joker smile. He assured her that she was still gorgeous, and asked her why she was so serious. She squirted hot sauced at his face to give him a matching smile, and he didn't try to stop her.

Lucy picked up a refried bean that he'd dropped on the paper in his lap and shoved it up his nose, nearly spitting out her own food when he accidentally inhaled it, then coughed out the bean into his open palm in a panic. And then, he threw her for a loop when he grinned and tossed it back into his mouth and ate it.

They didn't pay attention to the empty bottles of wine littering the floor, far too busy joking around about how "fucking refined" they were with their crystalline glasses and the "very elegant" spread of junk food.

Cobra quietly opened the door to the apartment, making sure he didn't make too much noise since the sun was barely up. He needed to get to the Coffee Shop to open up in a few minutes, but the Facebook post from Lucy at nearly three that morning was a little concerning. Especially since she didn't answer her phone when he'd tried to call her.

He crept through the apartment, opening the app on his phone again and gazing down at her post.

Drowned my laptop. I should NOT make it rain with wine. I blame Bickslow's ballhair.

There was just too much that didn't make a whole lot of sense, aside from the fact that this was Lucy. Most likely, she'd been drinking just a little too much - as she tended to do when she was all alone in her apartment. Luckily she was smart enough to never leave the place when she'd gotten hammered, and apparently Lucy just didn't like going out to bars and getting shitfaced.

He frowned at the sight of wine bottles all across the floor in the living room, with two leading to her bedroom. Lucy was never like that, she didn't leave shit lying around. Just like he knew for a fact that she didn't leave half-eaten burritos and tacos on her damn coffee table.

Why was an open jar of peanut butter can sitting on top of her tv?

"What the fuck was she doing?" he whispered, carefully stepping over the refuse in the hall and pushing her bedroom door open.

The bed was a mess, with the duvet scrunched up and Lucy's phone sitting on her pillow, charging. The top drawer of her dresser was hanging open. Her drapes were slightly parted.

And there, on the floor, Lucy laid topless, snoring like a goddamn chainsaw and draped diagonally across an almost entirely naked Jackal - who slept like the fucking dead - on a Twister mat. With his nipple nearly in her mouth and a can of whipped cream in her hand. If that wasn't weird enough, then the fact that she was wearing a pair of unfamiliar boxers with Pusheen cats printed all over them was.

"Wow…"

Except then Cobra noticed what Jackal actually was wearing, and he wanted to cut out his only eye to stop himself from seeing the guy's cock and balls squeezed into a pair of Lucy's panties - her preciously fucked up vampire panties that said Cunt Dracula across the crotch.

"Oh," he whispered with a sneer, "Christ... God, you two are disgusting…"

So, he did what any good brother would do.

Cobra lifted his phone and snapped several pictures of the two, then turned and silently walked out of the room while posting them on Facebook and tagging both Lucy and Jackal with a caption of, "I don't even want to know how this happened…"

He could still hear Lucy snoring as he closed the front door and used his key to lock it. He would be texting Jackal later on to let him know that his shift at the store was cancelled. If he knew Lucy, she would be making her move - if she hadn't already the night before - and letting Jackal know that she didn't want to be just friends anymore. And if he could give her a better shot at snagging a guy, then Cobra was damn well going to do it.

Lucy groaned and slowly peeled her eyes open, wincing against the bright afternoon light streaming through her window. What the hell had she done last night after Jackal showed up? Aside from watching Bleach and eating and drinking, it was a bit of a blur. But more to the point, her head was fucking killing her.

"Jackal?" she whispered, licking her lips and trying to get rid of the awful dryness within.

"Hmm…"

Lucy blinked slowly, frowning when she realized they were on the floor. And that she was sticky. Why the fuck was she sticky?! "Why are we on the floor?"

His head turned to the side while he groaned at the sudden mush his brain had turned into at the slight movement. "Twister, apparently," he whispered.

God, she was glad he wasn't talking too loud. Maybe that meant that he was sporting a hangover as bad as hers was. She focused on the odd feeling in her hand, bringing it closer to her face. "With whipped cream…"

"Sounds sexy," he chuckled. "Ugh, tell me you've got crackers or something… Burritos feel like a horrible idea now."

"I've got a huge tin of saltines," she whispered. "But I'm not going out there. Too much work."

"I'll get them."

"You're an angel."

Jackal smirked as Lucy slowly sat up, his barely opened eyes following her blonde hair as it lifted. He hadn't expected for a soft moan to spill past her lips though as her skin peeled away from his. "Um…"

"S-Sorry," she laughed, wiping a hand over her face and pushing her hair back. "My boobs are, um… sensitive."

"Your…" His golden eyes trailed down, widening when he saw that there wasn't a stitch of clothing covering her chest. And though he was loathe to admit it, he squeaked in alarm and his face turned an unnatural shade of red when he saw her too-perfect breasts. Her rosy nipples begged for his mouth to devour them, even more so when he realized there were barbells spearing through them.

"Oh my god," Lucy giggled. "Why are you wearing my period panties?"

"Your… wh-what?!" His head lifted and he gaped at the sight of a vampire printed on a pair of panties that he was wearing. Why the hell was he wearing panties?! "Oh what the…"

"Your boxers are cute though."

He turned to look at her again, gulping when she stood and turned toward him while staring down at the boxers she currently had on. His boxers. God she looked so good like that. Nothing covering her beautiful tits, her blonde hair a knotted mess and trailing down to her pinched waist, and then his ridiculous Pusheen cat boxers.

Lucy bit her lip while turning her attention back to the stunned man on her bedroom floor, and the growing arousal that was currently stretching out her panties the longer he stared at her body. "Jackal?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Do me a favor."

"Uh-huh…"

"Take my panties off before your dick rips a hole in Dracula's face."

"Sur - wait, what?"

Lucy giggled and dropped to her knees again, ignoring the pounding in her head as her fingers gliding up his thighs that twitched beneath her hands. She bypassed his straining erection, though she did noticed the flushed tip sticking out of the top band of her underwear, and let her hands slide further up, onto his flat, chiseled stomach. She threw a leg over his to straddle him as her hands brushed across his nipples.

"U-Um… Wh-What are… Uh…" Jackal's golden eyes were wide, nearly horrified as Lucy smiled down at him and lowered herself until she sat in his lap and her breasts just barely brushed across his chest. He couldn't stop his breath from hitching when she pushed his hair away from his face and her nose brushed against his.

"Sorry if I've got hangover breath."

"I'm probably not much better," he whispered. He could taste alcohol and burritos… and peanut butter. It was pretty fucking gross, actually. Except, Lucy didn't seem to mind one bit as her tongue teased his lips into parting. And he sure as hell didn't care if her breath wasn't minty in the slightest when her teeth nipped at his tongue as it slid out to meet hers.

"I think we need a shower," Lucy rasped just before Jackal's hand fisted in her hair and pulled her forcefully down to finally crash their lips together.

His free hand slid along her side, taking in her soft skin as a quiet hum drifted down from the blonde in his lap. And just when his fingers curled around the edge of her breast, Jackal found her hips rolling against his and the soft fabric of his boxers brushing across the sensitive tip of his cock. "I need to get… your panties… off," he whimpered between kisses.

She felt heavenly, swirling her hips on top of him, pressing down on his aching cock and making it twitch to life from even the smallest bit of attention.

There was just one problem. Fucking Cunt Dracula was constricting the bloodflow. "It's starting to… fuck… hurt."

Lucy giggled and lifted her hips, pulling away from the kiss while Jackal's hands shot between them and he shimmied the underwear down his legs. The sheer relief on his face once he sprung free was a bit humorous. Until she looked down and saw his hand rubbing across his very awake genitals, soothing the angry red line she noticed just under the head.

"God, that feels better," he hummed. She giggled again, and he smirked while looking up into her tired, lustful eyes. "This was not how I planned on doing this."

"You had a plan to get naked with me?" she teased.

He nodded, his hands lifting to curl gently around her hips. "I was gonna ask you out, take you on at least seven dates. And if it worked out, then I would've kissed you."

Lucy blinked slowly. "You wouldn't have kissed me before seven dates?"

"Nope."

"... Why?"

"Because I'm a long-haul kinda guy," he shrugged, wincing in embarrassment. He'd had enough short relationships that started with a whirlwind of lust and fucking for hours on end. And that shit had gotten old, really fast. The women never stuck around. Sometimes he realized that they just couldn't stand one another unless they were sweaty and banging each others brains out. And he just didn't want that anymore.

Lucy frowned and sat up, holding herself over him with her hands on either side of his head. "Long-haul?"

"Yeah," Jackal sighed. "I don't want to rush it and find out that I can't stand how you snore or something else."

"Well, I don't snore," she smirked.

He wasn't going to mention that she'd woken him up with her snoring. Not right then. Besides, he didn't really mind it all that much. She sounded kind of cute when she snored. "What I'm getting at is that I don't just wanna get laid, Lucy. I want to find someone that maybe I could see myself marrying."

Her eyes widened in shock.

"I'm not saying I want to marry you," he laughed. "Just that, if we were gonna do this, I don't want you to up and disappear and never think of me again."

"I'm not like that."

"But I don't know that about you," he reasoned. "We've hung out a little bit, I've seen you at my job, and I know you're super fucking cool as a friend." He smiled when she blushed. "And we've got some stuff in common, so that's why I considered asking you out on a date."

"Why didn't you?" she whispered.

"Because you were supposed to be busy writing last night," he chuckled. "I was gonna ask you when you came to the store today."

"So…"

"So," he grinned, smoothing his hands over her hips to clasp at the small of her back, "I'm gonna be super cheesy about it."

"How cheesy?"

"Sharp cheddar and Brie had a cheese baby." His smile widened when she laughed and slowly laid herself on top of him, their legs tangling together on the floor. "If I had a pen and paper, I'd give you the Do you wanna go out with me check boxes."

"Oh my god," she giggled. "Sixth grade all over again."

"Exactly. So, will you be my girlfriend, Lucy?"

"He asks the sticky, topless woman wearing his boxers," she snickered. He simply shrugged, and she looked down into his golden eyes, then slowly nodded. "Yeah. I'll be your girlfriend, Jackal."

"Sweet."

Her head dropped to his shoulder and she laughed louder than before. "You're a total dork!"

"A dork with a cute girlfriend."

"Fine, but… you have to tell me something. As your girlfriend, I feel I deserve to know."

"Shoot."

"What's the name on your birth certificate?" she asked with a smirk. "Jackal can't be your real name."

"Well, my legal name is Jackal. I changed it when I turned eighteen to avoid people making fun of my name when they found out what it was. I've been called Jackal since I was five, so it wasn't too hard."

"Now I have to know what your name was."

"... Jiminy."

"Well, you're still welcome to shower with me," she snickered.

"Maybe that would be a good idea. I'm pretty sure we'll be fused together if we don't get clean soon."

"I thought my sexy conscience would agree," she teased.

"We're breaking up," he laughed. "It's a new record!"

"Oh, shut up," she smiled. Her hand slipped between them, trailing down his chest and stomach until she brushed through the coarse hairs above his softened member. "No more teasing you about your name, though. I promise."

"Mmm, thank you," he hummed, hissing through clenched teeth when her fingers drew slow circles around the base of his shaft.

Lucy leaned down and gently nibbled on his ear. "Say it for me one time, then I'll let it go."

"Wh-What?"

"When you wish upon a star," she rasped, grinning at the sharp gasp it pulled from him. How his fingers clutched at her lower back and pulled her closer.

His eyes widened as she slithered down his body, her lips and tongue burning across his flesh. "N-No wa - Ohh, fuck!" Jackal's head lifted to watch her plump lips surrounding him, pulling his hardening cock further into her fiery mouth. She twisted, the suction increasing as she started carefully bobbing her head to a slow, steady rhythm. And then she started humming that godforsaken song, letting him feel the vibrations pulsing through her lips and right into his loins. "Shit, Lucy…"

Her head lifted and she smiled up at him. "Say it." Lucy moaned as his fingers sifted through her hair and slowly eased her head back down.

"When you w-wish upon a… star," he moaned, dropping his head to the floor. "God, yes… Makes no - Nghhhh - difference who y-you… Oh, that's it… Suck it just like that… Ah, fuck..."

Lucy's gaze trailed over his quivering stomach and huffing chest, higher still to his parted lips, as he started carefully rolling his hips and thrusting into her mouth. He may have wanted to move slowly, and she was fine with slowing things down later on. But for the time being, Lucy was going to enjoy herself.

Jackal practically pounced when her head finally lifted from his lap, pushing her to the Twister mat and kissing and nipping at every inch of her lips and throat before finally settling at her breasts.

"Oh damn," she rasped, whimpering when his tongue slipped out and drew tight circles around her pierced nipple. "Be gentle with tho - J-Jackal! Yes!"

Based on his aroused moan as he slowly teased her, the hot length pressing against her thigh, and the sight of that damn can of whipped cream lifting from the floor, Lucy had a feeling he was just as fine with not taking things slow for at least a few minutes.

"Fuck that's still cold!" she giggled, staring at the twin swirls of pale cream on her nipples. Maybe more than a few minutes, if his devilish grin and the way he licked his lips was anything to go by. 'Good god, I'm in heaven!'