Hello! Refresh yourselves with the lemonade ahead. I really hope you like it. It is my first lemon so please have mercy, but I do want to know what you think for sure! You'll also have a little introduction to the new adventure Lucy will have to go through. Tell me what you think is going to happen next.

Lucy's dreams were on a loop. She dreamed about her mother, and loosing her mother. She dreamed about Aquarius and about loosing Aquarius. She was struggling in her dreams. She had a dull pain in her chest but she couldn't cry. It felt like receiving a kick to the chest, to the heart. After what felt like hours of trying to get out of the maze of repetitive images, she found herself in a field full of purple orchids. She felt peace and hope.

Lucy woke up later that night to the smell of sandal of a pillow that wasn't hers. The faded memories of what had happened at her apartment were slowly coming back, at some point they were so vivid she almost panicked.

She abruptly sat up and looked around and sighed. Bickslow was sitting to her right in an armchair. He was wearing his glasses reading a book and moved his gaze to her. Lucy scanned him. She loved his features, his tall cheeks, his deep eyes, his full lips.

-Thanks for picking me up.

-Anytime cosplayer- he spoke in a soothing voice, that she would want to hear more- we brought you here to check on you. You were totally out, Levy and Cana were dead worried about you and came here to visit you. Farron and Cristoff already informed the guild about what happened. Natsu came over to see you, he couldn't resist and he ate all the food in my fridge and the majority of Cristoff's Alfredo pasta.

Lucy smiled, her eyes a bit shiny. She loved them. She knew Natsu could be a handful as well, but she didn't say anything.

-Hug me? I still feel cold.

-I don't know cosplayer-he mocked her- I fuck you once...

She rolled her eyes, and he moved to the bed smiling. The mattress gave in to his weight. Bickslow shifted Lucy and accommodated her in his chest and kissed her temple. The blonde nuzzled to his chest and fell asleep to the rhythm of his heart.

The second time Lucy woke up it was early in the morning she was no longer accompanied by Bickslow. Her celestial keys were on the nightstand. Her energy to call her spirits was reestablished and she felt much better.

A plan needed still to be put together, she had been attacked and her safety at her own apartment was questionable. By now she was staying a Bickslow's place but she didn't want to be misinterpreted. Wanting to be there for pleasure was different than finding herself in this situation.

Her idea was to start the Ministrell jobs as soon as possible, to be at a safe location and to investigate more about the attack. She didn't know much. Maybe Cana and Levy had gathered information already.

But she couldn't stop thinking about Bickslow. Lucy knew Bickslow was an easygoing person, but it was his nature to care too much. She had seen it with the battle of Fairy Tail when he gave everything with his team, even if the ideals were a bit doubtful, he accompanied Freed in the S-class trials, or his joy when Laxus came back. Also when he fought alongside Lisana. Or every time he fought for Fairy Tail. She didn't want him to get used to this different way he was looking at her. Or maybe she was the one that was afraid of feeling something else.

With her thoughts Lucy rose and went to the washroom. She washed her face and her teeth and changed to some clothes brought by Virgo from the spirit world, a shirt and some shorts. Then went downstairs to find herself alone in the parlour. A tour by herself it wouldn't be a bad idea.

The house was a wonderful town house. The parlour was decorated by a carved coffee table and a green comfy couch set and was illuminated by the glass doors that gave way to the patio. The kitchen had wine colored walls and there were spice plants on the main isle, they gave life to the beautiful space it already was.

Everything felt in balance in the house and Lucy felt the peace and light of the room she was at.

The main door pried open and Bickslow entered the house. He was wearing compression shorts and loose short over, tenis shoes and nothing else. He had a bandana holding his hair and he had taken off his running glasses.

When he got to the kitchen he saw a barefoot Lucy that hadn't heard him enter she was bent over a little jasmine plant and she was smelling the flowers and softly touching the leaves.

The totems chirped, startling the blonde that jumped away from the plant making a flower fall. He saw beauty in the scene, she saw chaos.

-I'm sorry, I was...

-It's ok, I didn't mean to scare you-he smiled condescent- Do you want to have some breakfast? I was thinking about preparing French toast- he said placing the paper bags over the counter.

She was dreaming.

-Amm yes. Sounds good. So many plants you have here!- Lucy smiled trying to change the mood.

-Ever has brought all of them here, she likes me to cook using fresh spices.-he said putting on a shirt he brought from the closet next to the door.

-I could have a personal chef, I can survive, but I don't cook much...Should've thought about that one, good job Lucy.

Bickslow started mixing everything, and got a pan and put it in the heat.

-You can come here any time and I'll cook for you ok?-he said looking at her chocolate eyes.

Lucy melted just a little.

She nodded. Bickslow placed the plate with a frencfrench toast and some strawberries on top and some coffee in front of her and they ate in silence. She picked up the dishes and washed them and he dried them. It all felt so very natural.

He grabbed her hand.

-Come with me- he grabbed a couple of jars that read Jasmine and contained dried flowers.

-Bix.

-Let me make you feel good. Yes?

She nodded.

He headed upstairs, she was hanging from his fingers. He entered his bathroom and placed the jars on the sink countertop. She saw the beautiful standing bathtub and turned to him.

Bickslow was standing in front of her. She couldn't help it. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and brought his lips down to her. She opened her mouth letting his tongue in. He grabbed her hips and dug his fingers there making her whimper. Their touches were frantic, as they hadn't seen each other for a long time. When they were grasping for air he let go of the kiss.

-Can I?-He said pointing to the buttons of her shirt.

Lucy nodded, locking her eyes to his. She wasn't totally helpless. She wanted this to happen again and again but didn't want to feel.

Heart made of glass and mind of stone.

Without abandoning her gaze he undid the buttons one at the time, letting the shirt slide through her arms. Then he grabbed the waistband of her shorts and let them fall to the ground. He looked down and found the clasp between her breasts. His fingers ghosted her ribs and she shivered, her skin filling with goosebumps. He unhooked her bra from the front letting it fall with the rest of clothes, his fingers touched her arms.

Bickslow grabbed the jars with the jasmine flowers and moved to the bathtub to start the hot water. Her back was to him. He kneelt and opened the tap and tried the water with his hands. Finding the hottest temperature, he placed the flowers inside the bathtub and let it fill slowly.

-Take off your panties-he ordered sounding demanding just like he meant. She obeyed, trembling, aroused and expectant of the next command. She started hooking her thumbs in the top of her black lacey panties, letting them slip through her long legs. She let her feet out of the holes when the panties were on the floor.

When Bickslow turned around, he faced her back and trailed his eyes thru her perfect ankles, her creamy thighs, he saw a couple of birthmarks he wanted to kiss. He saw also her perfect porcelain ass, her waist and the sides of her breasts from behind, also her blonde hair framing her perfect physique.

-Bix

-Mm...

He knew he had to take care of her, but his drive to make her feel was too much.

Make her feel and forget the uncertainty and make him the only memory, the only one.

He wanted to bent her over the sink countertop and get his tongue inside her and make her scream. And so he did, slowly kissing the back of her thighs and teasing her folds with his fingers slowly finding her clit and then licking her from behind.

Oh gods.

She was in front of a mirror. Everything was so different from the last time. There was no alcohol numbing her brain and there was no distant sensation . Everything was pure and raw. All his senses were completely devoted to her asking for more and more responses from her, making her the desire she felt for him.

-Please Bix- Lucy was sobbing in the edge of an orgasm. She was more silent than he could imagine muffling her sounds softly bitting her arm.

When she felt him stop, she let go a frustrated sigh and saw him thru the mirror.

He rose, letting go of her just for a moment to close the tap and undo his shorts, letting them fall to her ankles and escaping from them and lifting his shirt tossing it to the floor as well. He was saying he was hard was an understatement.

He stood behind her and slowly entered her, digging his fingers in her hips, making her whimper.

-Please what Lucy?-he asked her in a raspy voice- Please make you come?

-Gods yes...

His fingers found her clit and his left thumb found her second entrance. He was driving into her slowly, kissing her neck, saying dirty words to her earlobe, softly bitting it until she was sweating and shivering. Her hipbones were faintly bumping in the edge of the counter top, making her want more and more. Moments later of having resumed his ministrations, his patience was rewarded. She came hard, clamping down on him, sobbing his name over and over again. He also came.

When he felt her stop quivering, he slowly traced a finger over her spine.

She couldn't take her eyes off the image in the mirror. His glowing eyes, his sultry smile, her bottom lip trapped between her white teeth, tears of pleasure had escaped her eyes. Her hair was a mess and her hips had marks of his fingers, evidence of his grasp not to jump from the cliff too soon. They stayed like that for a moment, regaining their breath the best they could.

-Give me a second- he left between her thighs and exited the bathroom for a moment.

She had to pee. And she cleaned herself. When she was done she stood next to the bathtub and felt the water. She decided to go inside, it stung a little because of its temperature but it felt right for herself, she liked it like that. She put her hair in a bun with a hairband and waited.

Bickslow came back with a cloth and a jar with a thick golden liquid. He knelt outside the bathtub, behind Lucy and opened the jar, and poured a bit to the cloth. He started scrubbing her neck, her shoulders, her arms. He moved to the side, placing the cloth under her eyes and over her forehead, the aroma of jasmine hit her, soothing her overworked body.

She was tired, yet she couldn't get enough of him. She pulled him inside the bathtub and kissed him once again.

Cana and Levy were at the guild early in the morning, after going to Lucy's apartment to find the magic signature of the monster that attacked her.

Back at the guild Cana created a location card based on the transportation runes found at the place. Freed collaborated with and enchanted map. When they used the location card, it pointed in only one direction: Pergrande.

All of them were horrified about the discovery. Pergrande was the capital of slavery and human trafficking. Men were wanted for their strength and pleasure and women were only needed to bear men, nothing more. Bosco, Ministrel and Fiore had tried to negotiate terms with Pergrande for decades now and they had no success. The king had no interest of changing his vicious ways and he couldn't stand foreigners.

Levy called Bickslow in his communication lacryma.

-Lev, we are heading out there.

-Bicks, we found the source of the attack.

-Tell me.

-Pergrande.

Bickslow froze in his bed, looking into Lucy's eyes happily closed eyes. .