No I don't own anything. I just play around with characters other people (in this case Mashima) have made, usually by putting them in innapropriate situations.

Now for the fun, quintessential introductory author's note. This thing has been sitting on my laptop for almost half a year. Actually, this story was made to function as a backstory/universe extablisher for a Harry Potter and Fairy Tail crossover, which I may upload as well eventually.

Lots and lots of sexy times with my favorite crack ship. Basically a smutfic with a bit of story going with it. Let me reiterate - SMUT. Like, there's pretty much smut in every chapter. There is also gratuitous use of the word "fuck".

There's some kink sprinkled throughout as well, so there's that. Basically don't read if you're under 18. If you do, then don't blame me if you get corrupted. I have a... weird sense of humor that always leaks into anything I write, so while I tried my best to stay relatively in-character, there will probably be some OOC. And please enjoy my snarky titles.

Chap 1 "The Beginning (or, Bangin at the Banquet)

Laxus POV

"Fuck!"

My toe throbbed in pain, and I grit my teeth, glaring at the low coffee table that had offended me so. I looked around to see where the hell I ended up. All I wanted was to find the fucking bathroom. Which I did, may I add. Unfortunately, I could not for the life of me find my way back to the celebration. I could hear the rabble taking place in the castle's Main Hall, but all these passage ways had the sound bouncing to and fro, making it impossible to pinpoint exactly where the stupid thing was. Not only that, but there were so many different scent trails that I was having trouble discerning between them. And then there was a certain scent trail that I keep following on accident - strawberries and honey.

It took me a very long time to figure out exactly who the scent belonged to - hell I'd only ever seen her in the guild hall before the fantasia incident, and the clusterfuck of scents made it almost impossible to pick out. I also saw her as weak, and therefor didn't even bother to notice that she existed. I mean, yea she was hot as fuck, but that fucking pyro's scent all over her.

Yea, I was a heartless bastard back then.

And then the only time I was actually close enough to her to have actually noticed anything specific, she was turned to stone. As you may have guessed, being turned to stone kind of smothers any natural scents. I was more than a little busy the next time I saw her on Tenrou Island, and my mind simply didn't notice anything strange between hits from that asshole of a former guildmaster. As if that wasn't enough, the whole Acnologia thing happened afterwards, distracting me from beginning to notice her. It was interruption after interruption, and I had never been within ten feet of the woman (disregarding the whole stone thing). Until tonight, that is.

Honestly, I should have noticed sooner. I had begun to realize on Tenrou between fights, and I should've pursued my own curiosity. But I was ashamed of myself, and I didn't believe I deserved anything from my family. Tenrou Island was the first sign. THe second sign was the unnaturally powerful fury I felt during both of her fights - I cracked the banister while she was being burned and tortured by that crazy hair bitch, and I was seeing red from the sight of that Sabertooth bitch beating the life out of her.

It was more fury than I'd felt for any of my other guildmates.

But no, I was a fucking idiot and ignored the first two signs. And walked right into a fucking nightmare of self-restraint.

She was standing by the punch bowl, and I decided that I would go tease her a little. After all, I threw a few teasing comments her way from the safety of the second floor or from the other side of the room, and I hadn't realized that I hadn't teased her from her side before. During a lull in conversation, I found myself watching the blonde in that droolworthy red dress. Bickslow began to snicker next to me.

"Looks like you're hopin to score with cosplayer over there, boss," he grinned, nudging me in the side. I grunted but smirked.

"Possibly. Or at the very least ruffle her feathers a bit" I mused, downing the rest of my glass of whiskey. Bickslow flicked his tongue at me.

"Go for it, boss. Hell, I'd go for her if I had a chance," he joked lightly. For some reason that comment irked me, but I shook it off. I strutted (yes, strutted) over to the celestial mage, weaving through the crowd. That scent that had been pushed to the back of my mind for so long was growing stronger and even more mouth-watering. I came up next to her and leaned against the table, throwing a cocky grin her way. She looked up at me curiously and with just enough sass in those chocolate eyes to make my breath catch. Holy fuck, this woman is beautiful. What the hell is wrong with me?

I hoped my smirk didn't look as strained as I thought it was.

"What do you want Laxus?" Lucy asked warily, her heart beating faster and her body shivering just barely enough for me to notice. I feigned offense.

"Why, whatever do you mean, Blondie? Can't a guildmate just come over to say hi?" I said sarcastically, flashing my best grin. She raised an eyebrow at me before narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms -

Oh fuck, her breasts are practically spilling out of her dress right now. I swallowed thickly, starting to realize I may be in over my head. But her chest... Oh my god, her chest...

I must have been too obvious in my staring (and possibly drooling), because next thing I know, Lucy is snapping her fingers in front of my face. "I'm up here, Sparky." she said drily, but when I slid my gaze up to her face, her lips were upturned in just a hint of a smug little smirk. Her eyes were a little bit darker than before, and I noticed a delicious blush dusting her cheeks. I blinked owlishly.

"Wait - did you just call me Sparky?" I asked in disbelief. Her smug grin widened even more and she leaned back against the table to mimic my posture.

"Hey, you call me Blondie. Fair's fair, Sparky," she drew out the nickname and let it roll of her tongue. I chuckled, legitimately impressed with her spunk.

"Damn, Blondie. You got some spunk in ya, huh?" I purred, first enjoying the stutter in her heartbeat and then regretting it because oh my fucking god this is the most attractive woman I've ever seen but if I fuck her everyone will kill me.

I shifted slightly, ignoring the discomfort of my pants. She poked out her little pink tongue and I gulped, really starting to feel that maybe, just maybe, this was a bad idea.

"Put that tongue away unless you plan on using it," I grunted darkly before I could stop myself. Her tongue immediately retreated and her face turned bright red. Ah, looks like I finally got that blush to spread. I started to raise my hand to cup her cheek. "That's a very delicious blush you have going there, Blondie. I-"

I cut off as soon as my hand touched her skin. Just like that, I was floored with desire and lust. All of my senses suddenly focused on her, she became the only thing in the world. A shock ran up my arm from where I was touching her and I couldn't even move. My fangs sharpened and my eyes began to glow. And the worst (or best) part? She had the same reaction to that touch.

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart skipped a beat before thundering against her ribs. Her pupils had dilated almost completely, and she looked at me like I was the most delicious meal she'd ever seen and she was currently starving. My dry mouth quickly began to water when I chanced a breath in through my nose and the heady scent of her arousal sent shocks straight to my groin. I watched, standing as still as possible, as her hand slowly raised towards my chest. I was afraid to move. I was afraid if I allowed myself to move a single inch, I would pounce on this beautiful creature and take her in front of everyone. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears as her delicate fingers shakily drew closer and closer to my chest, and a low, predatory growl rumbled from deep inside of me. Her breathing escalated until she was fucking panting, her fingers just inches from making contact. I sucked in a strangled breath between my clenched teeth, and struggled desperately against the dragon inside of me. What is happening to me?

Just before her hand could make contact, I growled and grabbed her wrist in my free hand, need pulsing through my body at the feeling of her skin under my hand. I was drowning in her scent - strawberries, honey, and arousal. I unconsciously leaned forward slowly, losing the battle with the beast inside and wanting- no, needing - to devour this fucking woman. Her plump, beautiful, delicious lips drew closer as well. I wonder if they taste as good as they look? Surely there's nothing wrong with just a taste? And what would they look like wrapped around my co-

I all but roared as I threw myself away from her a few feet, my chest heaving and eyes wide. The all-consuming need to claim her, to consume her, to ravish her had sweat forming at my temples. This wasn't helped at all by the fucking look on her face. Oh my God. SUddenly, everything was too hot, and I felt a wave of sweat rush over me. I tried to speak but could barely get anything out from my clenched jaw. I was terrified of what I would do if I unclenched my jaw. The only consolation I could find in this fucking drowning hellstorm of lust was that Lucy looked to be struggling just as much as me, her white-knuckled fists held tightly to her sides.

"What-" she started, stumbling over her own breath. She tried again. "What the fuck is happening?" she barely managed to squeak out through gritted teeth. I opened and closed my mouth stupidly, trying to tell her that I have no idea either, I'm so sorry, I don't know what's happening to me, but just a groan came out. My nostrils flared and my heart leaped into my throat. I tried one final time, my fists clenched so hard my fingernails were drawing blood from my palms.

"I don't -" I gave up when another surge of desire almost brought me to my knees. "ihavetogo," My strangled voice barely sounded like my own. I forced myself away and speedwalked as fast as I could away from the fucking temptress. Bickslow reached out to stop me as I charged past him.

"Whoa, Boss, you okay? What happened?" he asked worriedly, and I just stared at him. I knew what he was seeing. He was seeing a desperate man with crazed eyes.

"I... No," I managed to hiss, not caring that I hadn't really answered. From beneath the haze making my thoughts swim, I could see his green eyes flashing with worry beneath his visor. I turned back and continue speedwalking through the crowd towards the door that I was pretty sure lead to the hallway, accidentally walking through the First Master, who only squeaked indignantly. The farther I got from her, the clearer my head became, and once I was far enough away, I calmed myself down. I decided to find a bathroom and splash some cold water on my face.

And that brings us back to where we started.

I was making very little progress, since I kept following her scent, only to realize what I was doing, and then stubbornly turning around and walking the other direction.

"Gihi," The familiar strange laugh made me jump, and I spun around to shoot a deathglare at the iron dragonslayer, who stood smirking.

"The fuck you want?" I growled, and I smirked with pride at seeing his eyes widen with fear before trying to settle back into a stoic mask.

"Looks like you found your mate," was all he said. I stared at him dumbly.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I hissed. My eye twitched.

"You found your mate. Shit, man. I don't know how else to say it," he said uncertainly. "I guess you probably didn't learn about that, did you?" he added thoughtfully, seemingly realizing something. I just stared. "Alright, I'll give you the low down." he sighed. "Dragons mate for life. The same goes for Dragonslayers. Apparently, it doesn't matter if you're an artificial dragonslayer or not," he wondered aloud. I shook my head violently.

"No way, man. Mate for life? You kidding? If that were true, how have I managed to fuck so many different women?" I snorted. Gajeel pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"Mating and fucking are different things, dipshit." he grunted. I opened my mouth to protest but he just continued. "Just like, and I can't believe I'm fucking saying this right now, but it's like how... ugh... making love," at this he pulled a sour face. "and fucking are two very different things. Mating is bonding." he finished simply. I raised an eyebrow.

"Yea... there's no fucking way blondie's my... mate," I raised my fingers to make quotation marks. Gajeel shrugged.

"Look man, I'm just letting you know. Because that thing I just saw in there? When you two made skin on skin contact? Yea, that was you inner dragon claiming it's mate. The weird energy pulse you two gave off was enough for not only me but the twin dipshit slayers to notice. I would guess it has been trying to pull you towards her already, but once you make the physical contact... BAM! Mate chosen," He smacked his hands together for dramatic effect.

"No way man. THat sounds like bullshit." I growled, even though I knew, deep down, he was telling the truth. Gajeel shrugged.

"Whatever. GO ahead and suffer if you want. Oh, and if you're trying not to fuck bunny-girl for some reason? Yea, better not get yourself alone with her, like ever. Because until you claim your mate yourself and mark her as your own, your inner dragon is going to be tearing you to shreds from the inside trying to get you to go to her," he said calmly, turning around to head down the hallway. "Trust me on that one…" he muttered to himself. I glared daggers at the man's back and huffed in annoyance. Running a hand through my hair, I didn't realize until I was outside of a door that my feet had been moving on their own. I cursed myself, realizing that Blondies scent trail lead to this door. I turned around and walked briskly to the closest room I could find and threw myself inside, slamming the door behind me.

It was just a storage room. Well that's nice. I sat down on one of the cloth covered tables and put my head in my hands.

"Fuck," I moaned pitifully. "How am I going to do this? I can't mark her or whatever. Shit, I'm not good enough for her. Dammit!" I growled. I tried taking deep breaths, fixing my gaze on a chair in the corner of the dark, semi-cluttered room. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the door opening behind me, and I choked when her scent wafted in. When I heard the door close gently, I steeled myself and turned around to glare at the painfully beautiful woman, who was currently squinting as her vision adjusted to the dark. I growled as menacingly as I could.

"Leave. RIght now." I growled. I could see her shiver, but then her sparkling eyes focused on my form with a burning intensity.

"Hell no, Laxus. You're going to tell me what the fuck just happened in there!" she demanded, taking a step forward. I pressed myself back against the table, trying to keep my distance. My head was already swimming with her proximity, and I could feel the dragon clawing against its cage.

"Don't worry about it. Just leave me alone." I grunted this time. I saw her arms cross and I turned my head away, trying not to let the image of her ample bosom pushed upwards by her arms get to me. She stomped her foot and I almost laughed at the behavior.

"No. Talk to me, you asshole!" she growled. I tried to take a deep breath, but it only muddled my thoughts more. I need to get her away from me. If I don't, I'll hurt her...

"I was looking for a quick fuck and you looked hot, but then I realized you weren't my type," I blurted out, cringing at my own stupid words. God, I can't even be adequately mean right now. What the hell? I'm great at being mean! I've made people cry with hardly any effort! Why can't I do it now, when I actually need to make someone leave? Please let that have been enough...

She barked out a sardonic laugh.

GODDAMMIT

"Seriously? YOu were two seconds away from bending me over that table and fucking me in the middle of a crowded royal ball," she said drily. I groaned loudly before I could stop myself. Oh god, the images she just put in my head... hearing her voice say those things... My pants were suffocating me and my erection throbbed painfully from its restraints. "See? Even now you're obviously turned on. So don't lie to me, you asshole. Just tell me what the fuck happened, and why the fuck I felt that way!" she yelled angrily. I panted, straining against my own body.

"Please, Lucy," I whispered desperately. At this she stopped cold. "Please leave. I can't... control... Please, this isn't a game, you need to leave right now or else..." I rambled. There was a long moment of silence.

"Or else what?" Her breathy response cut down my resistance to one final, fragile string.

"Or I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to remember your own name," I growled. My cock twitched at my own words. THe silence went on again, and I prayed to whatever deity there was that she would leave before I lost all of my sanity. And then she took a step forward and the smell of her arousal almost knocked the wind out of me.

"Then fuck me, Laxus," she whispered into the dark. My control snapped completely, and I let out a roar before pouncing at the object of my desire. I slammed my lips to hers and kissed her fiercely, devouring her very essence. She moaned into my mouth before parting her lips and allowing me entrance to her sweet cavern, our tongues lashing at each other fiercely. I gripped her arms and hoisted her up to wrap her legs around my waist. Her center was so, so hot... I could feel her warmth through my dress shirt. I growled and dropped her.

Mine! Mine mine mine!

"Take that dress off now or I'm going to rip it to shred," I panted. In the back of my mind I was furious - I should be taking my time, teasing her until shes a whimpering, soaking wet mess before me, taking my time to taste every inch of her body, to bring her to climax over and over again before we even get to the main event-

My self-shaming tirade was interrupted by the sound of cloth hitting the wall to the side. Her milky white skin almost glowed in the dark and I reached for her greedily. My palms found her bare breasts and she moaned loudly. With a grunt, I flicked my thumbs over her hardened peaks a few times, relishing the warm softness.

"Oh laxuss..." she moaned, her voice husky. I grabbed her again and picked her up to set her ass down on the table I was previously brooding on. As soon as she hit the wood, I dropped to pull one of her nipple into my waiting mouth, my chest puffing up in pride at the strangled keen she released at the sensation. She clawed desperately at my jacket and shirt, and I undressed myself as much as possible without breaking away from her. I pulled away, heaving, to let her slide the rest of the top half of my clothing off. Her hands were frenzied, pulling at everything and trying to remove all barriers she could reach. When she started fumbling with my belt, I grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her in for a searing kiss that made her hands falter. When she had undone the buckle, I trialed a hand down her body to her barely covered core, and I saw fucking white when I felt how wet she was. She whimpered and thrust herself against my hand and as much as I wanted to tease, I simply couldn't stop this fucking bullet train of an encounter from barreling forward. I stepped back and ripped the tiny bit of cloth from her treasure, mouth watering at her incredible scent. As I hurried back to my place between her thighs I undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees, leaving me in a very tented pair of boxers. When my head pressed against her bare pussy from behind the thin cloth of my underwear, she let out a fucking beautiful keening sound. I slammed my mouth on hers to swallow her shrieks before thrusting two fingers into her soaking wet core. It only took a few practiced strokes to send her over the edge and I groaned in anticipation. Fuck, this woman is just as worked up as me. God I bet she cums again just from the first thrust...

"Ngh... Laxus! Oh fuck, please!" she sobbed, sliding one dainty hand into the waistband of my boxers and stroking me. My hips thrust into her hand and I tried to rein myself in.

"Lucy, tell me to stop..." I begged into her ear, hands gripping the table on either side of her. She shook her head. "Tell me to stop... or I won't be able to... I can't... control...myself..." I moaned, neck cording in strain. She managed to catch her breath long enough to respond between panting moans.

"Don't stop, baby." I jerked violently. "Don't control yourself... Don't... stop..." she begged, her hands pushing my boxers down enough to free my throbbing member. She pressed it against her soaking wet opening with one hand, the other grabbing my ass and trying to force me closer. She breathed in my ear. "Fuck me like the dragon you are..."

My sanity exploded and I roared before snapping my hips forward and driving my cock as deep inside of her as I could go in one single thrust. I felt myself tear through something. My eyes widened and I stilled. THere was no mistaking it - I just took her virginity. Through the fog clouding my senses, I heard a tiny pained tremor mixed with her pleasured scream. I smelled a tinge of salt and nuzzled her cheek delicately, using my own nose to wipe away the single tear that fell. I held as still as possible, despite the feeling of euphoria... Oh fuck, she's so tight...

"Why...ngh... didn't you... tell me...?" I groaned apologetically, forcing the inner dragon to slow down. She grabbed my face and violently forced my lips back to hers.

"Shut up and fuck me," she growled. In the back of my mind, where I wasn't completely at this woman's mercy, I begged myself to go slow, to take my time, to give her the best first time possible. I begged myself to be gentle. But the dragon wouldn't let me.

I slammed my hips into her erratically, the sweet sounds of ecstasy coming from her beautiful lips pushing me to go harder and harder. I felt her clench around me suddenly and slowed just a bit.

"Yea, baby, cum for me..." I groaned in her ear, Smiling as her body convulsed and her sweet honey dripped down my length. I sped up again, giving her hardly any time to recover. Her hips rolled against mine roughly. "Oh fuck, Blondie... s-so fucking tight... and wet... fuck you feel so good," I hissed. She could only moan in response. She started to clench around me again and I knew I wasn't going to be able to last through this coming orgasm. I sped up as fast as possible, sucking harshly on her exposed neck and trying my hardest to hold off.

"I'm... guna... I'm guna..." she stuttered. I smirked.

"Tell me." I demanded. I thrust even harder, feeling the knob of my cock pounding into her sweet spot.

"I'm guna CUM!" she screamed as her walls clamped down on my member, holding me in place as her body shook violently. I roared and without thought, I instinctively bit down on her neck, my teeth breaking the skin as my cock pulsed and my seed shot deep inside of her. Her scream managed to rise a few octaves, almost to the levels beyond human hearing abilities, as soon as my teeth punctured the skin and I latched on viciously while we rode out the most fucking intense orgasm I have ever had in my life.

It took a few minutes before the aftershocks settled down and my member softened, but I couldn't bring myself to slip from her warm heat. She was nothing but jello in my arms, and so I made the decision to rearrange ourselves until my back was lying on top of the table, her thighs on either side of my hips and her exhausted body slumped against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her still twitching body possessively, I strange growl rumbling in my chest. The sound coaxed a soft moan from her chest, and my dick twitched from within her depths, making her breath hitch. Once our breathing evened out, the guilt started to set in. I tried to alleviate it by looking down to see her extremely satisfied, happy face, but then I caught sight of a small smear of blood on my thigh near where we were still connected and I couldn't help but feel awful.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered into her hair. She stirred and raised her head weakly to look at me in confusion. I also tried to ignore the bite wound on her neck (that seemed to spark occasionally, but that might just be a trick of the light). She furrowed her brow and I looked away in shame.

"Wha...? Why?" she asked softly, legitimately confused. I whimpered quietly (although I would never admit it).

"I... I was so... And it was..." I started, trying to voice my shame. SHe cocked her head and gently pulled my face to look her in the eyes.

"Look at me, Laxus," she demanded quietly and I slowly let my eyes connect with hers. "Now what the hell are you talking about?" she grunted. I swallowed thickly.

"It was your first time... And I was so rough... Fuck, I'm sorry, it must've hurt like hell..." I moaned, slinging my arm over my face to cover my eyes. I heard and felt her snort.

"Seriously? I'm the one who didn't warn you. And I wanted it rough. I asked for it, you dumbass. I knew what I was getting myself into, and it was exactly what I wanted. Yea, it hurt a little at first, but holy fuck - that was amazing, Laxus." she calmly reassured me. I peeked from beneath my arm to see her determined, honest face and I smiled a little. "Not to mention, I hardly felt the whole 'cherry popping' part," she said with a smirk, "you had me so worked up you slid right through it. Pretty sure you just gave me one of the best first times a woman can have."

"God you're amazing, Blondie," I breathed, wrapping my arms around her. "But if you think I'm letting you walk out of this room without one more round..." I trailed off suggestively, raising my hips just enough to remind her that I was still inside of her. Even in the dark I could see the heat return to her eyes.

"I'd be offended if you didn't take me for another round," she breathed. I chuckled and rolled us over so she was beneath me. I pulled out slowly, oh so slowly, and the whimper she made at the loss of connection made my cock start to come to life again. I slowly slid back in before pulling out until just the head remained, and repeated - stoking the fire into a delicious burn. Her moans grew with each pass, her hips rolling to get more friction, but I was finally in control enough to held back, and I was going to tease her until she begged if it was the last thing I did. I grinned at her content, but somewhat irritated face.

"Well I hope you're ready, Blondie. Because you're mine now," And with that, I snapped my hips and made her scream.

Third Person POV

"I think I saw him head this way," Bickslow said, Evergreen and Freed following. Freed looked around worriedly.

"I hope nothing has happened to Laxus-sama. I wonder what made him behave like that?" He fretted to himself. Evergreen shrugged, though she clearly was feeling a little nervous herself.

"I dunno, man. Like I said, he just went over to talk to cosplayer, and things seemed to go fine, and then all of a sudden everything got super fucking tense over there and they both practically ran away from each other." he explained.

"Tense how?" Evergreen asked. Bickslow thought for a second.

"Honestly? It was like sexual tension times one hundred. Seriously, I thought they were about to jump each other in the middle of the Great Hall. But, like, it was super sudden." Evergreen eyed the seith mage. He raised his hands innocently. "Seriously! It was weird! I'm not just being a perv here! Like, things were totally normal, with some sexual tension, and then practically out of nowhere it was like they both got hit with the strongest lust potion available or something!"

"Wait, so what you're saying is... we could very well be looking for our leader right now while he's... ahem, otherwise engaged in certain activities?" she asked incredulously, ignoring Freed who had turned as red as Erza's hair. Bickslow shrugged.

"I mean, it's possible. But what if-"

"I'M GUNA CUM!"

Lucy's scream from a room down the hallway made the three mages stop cold. The following roar, which they unfortunately could tell belonged to their leader had all three turning bright red - even Bickslow, although he had a giant shit-eating grin on his face. Freed fainted and the other two caught him awkwardly and looked at each other in embarrassment. Bickslow started to walk towards the door the sounds were coming from, a pervy grin giving him away.

"Bickslow! You oaf, get back here!" Evergreen hissed.

"But I wanna see!" he whined. She managed to hit him over the head with her fan despite the unconscious rune mage she was supporting.

"Don't be a perv! Get back here and help me bring Freed somewhere he can... um... regain consciousness." she mumbled. Bickslow pouted but did as she asked.

"FIne. But I'm guna tease the shit out of both Boss and Cosplayer when they get back to the party." he mumbled, and to his surprise Evergreen smirked as well, a slightly scary spark in her eye.

"Go ahead. After all, I'm going to have so much fun passively making Lucy uncomfortable." she giggled.

"Huuurrrrgggghhh... Laxus...sama..." Freed groaned.

Lucy POV

An hour later….

"Lu-chan, where were you?" Levy asked curiously, walking briskly to my side. I turned to her and smiled just a bit too wide and prayed that my blush wouldn't show. The mark on my neck throbbed from its hiding spot beneath the scarf. Levy cocked her head and gave me a once over. "Did you change clothes?"

I laughed awkwardly and shifted.

5 minutes earlier…

"Open, Gate of the Maiden!"

My trustworthy, pink haired spirit popped into existence. Before I could even give my request, she thrust a neatly folded outfit into my hands. I blinked at her, blushing bright red at the slight smirk her taciturn face had. I stared at the outfit – a classy yet sexy cobalt dress, with a beautiful silk scarf and pearl colored elbow-length gloves – and blinked.

I wanted to ask how she knew what I wanted, but after a moment of thought, I decided I didn't want to know. Still, I blushed a bright crimson and mumbled an embarassed thank you. Virgo bowed, and disappeared in a shower of sparkles. I could only thank the gods that she didn't say her usual request for punishment. I felt Laxus' amused eyes on me as I tried to push back the mortification and dress in the new clothing.

"Don't say anything," I mumbled, shooting him a look over my shoulder. He just grinned wider. Once we were both dressed and were in presentable shape, Laxus pulled me in for a searing kiss that left me light-headed.

"I uh – I think we've been gone for too long, so now probably isn't the time to talk about what happened, so uh…" I babbled when he released my lips. His stormy eyes sparkled in the dark, making me feel weak.

"Don't worry, Blondie. I'm not about to bolt. But I agree – we need to return to the party," he agreed sourly. He flashed a brilliant smile. "But, we can talk afterwards. Or, you know, we can let our bodies do the talking. Either is fine," he added cheekily. I slapped his chest and laughed.

"That was so cheesy," I giggled, laughing harder when he waggled his eyebrows.

"LU-CHAN!"

I snapped out of my reminiscing and looked at my best friend who pouted at me. Behind her, Gajeel was absolutely shaking with supressed laughter.

"Are you okay Lucy? You're really spacey…" Levy fretted, pressing a hand to my forehead. I laughed awkwardly.

"Sorry, Levy. It's just, yknow, been a long few days," I offered. Gajeel broke and let out a loud bark of a laugh. I felt my face turn bright red and I tried to glare at the iron dragonslayer, which only made him laugh harder. I groaned in embarrassment, even as Levy smacked Gajeel upside the head. As I turned away to try and compose myself, I managed to catch Laxus' gaze, and my knees threatened to buckle beneath me at his intensity. I vaguely heard Gajeel's guffawing intensify and I whipped around to yell at him. Luckily, the king made his entrance at this moment. I sighed in relief, melting into the crowd before I could do anything more embarrassing.

So there's chapter one. Bit of an anticlimactic ending, but that extra tidbit after Freed fainting seemed neccessary to set up the next chapter. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this story, despite having, like, ten chapters or so already written. Basically, it'll be about Laxus and Lucy and their developing relationship (as well as their sexcapades and bad luck). Oh, and I like using format to supply the story, so those random run-ons in italics and the like are artistic decisions.