Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. Nor do I own the song that is used; that right belongs to the artist and their production studio.

Author's Note: Take place in the Fairy Tail world, magic abounds! AU (Alternate Universe) More of a modern take for this one.

Song: S3RL - Pretty Rave Girl

[I know this pretty rave girl]

[Always think about her]

Erik 'Cobra' Venenare was beside himself. He wasn't one for such functions as this, but he lost a damn bet and was now in one of the last places on fucking Earth that he wanted to be. A Rave. It was one thing to like the music, another to go to the overcrowded, sweat smelling functions where you had to guard your fucking drinks to avoid being doped up on some form of ecstasy. But dammit, he had lost and was a man of honor, give or take a bit here or there.

Hell, he had served his country in the Army. Fought for these young idiots freedom. And they chose to come to a place like this and act stupid. It made him a bit sick to know this is what he had fought for, lost a damn eye for. While he, on the other hand, put his damn college degree to good use, even if it was making bombs for the military. Now he was teaching as a professor at Washington State University.

That was another topic he avoided, thought the pay was good and he got to instill fear into the ingrates who took his science classes.

Jerking back as the strobe lights went on, Cobra tried to tuck himself into the corner. His head was going to be pounding to the beat of the music for the rest of the weekend and glancing out over the crowd to see if he could spot his fellow Professor, though a soft science, only to go still. There in the middle of the dance floor, having a dance-off was a scantily clad busty blonde. Who seemed to be defying the laws of physics with how she moved and jiggled in a fluid motion.

Of course, the person he was looking for was there with the blond was Sorano Mallinad. Though she had an impressive figure, it didn't hold a candle to the blond with her. And it was odd to see a happy-go-lucky smile on the white-haired woman's face. But there it was as she popped her ass out and twerked.

Lifting a hand so he could block out some of the more brighter lights from where he stood, Cobra was sure he recognized the blond down on the floor. But he was sure it couldn't be the same woman he was thinking of. Nope, not the shy, quiet, demure, well-dressed and behaved Psychology major. That girl was too prim and proper. Not his normal cup of tea, but Cobra could appreciate the beauty of the female form, even well hidden.

Hell, the woman seemed to occupy a lot of his thoughts. But being a student in one of his classes was a barrier he couldn't cross. She was brilliant and often went nose to nose with him to prove her point. Especially when he purposefully gave her anything less than an A in his class. It was fun to mess with the woman.

Shaking his head as he watched the barely there sequenced, triangle-shaped bikini top, covered breast do a perfect circle as the woman dropped low and swirled her hips in a lewd manner that had the crowd going nuts. Which he also contributed to the fact that her white micro mini rode up, giving those behind her a good view of what he assumed was pale and toned ass cheeks.

[And when she says hi to me]

[Butterflies go right through me]

It was an hour later that the dance-off finished and he stood there slack-jawed, a glass of water in his hand. Sorano had lost, but the blond with her had won the next three challenges and was standing before him. The sunny smile she flashed him as she sipped on her Gin and Juice let him know exactly who this was. It was the student who was also the object of his obsession.

It was none other than Lucy Heartfilia. And the look she was giving said she was completely amused. He had felt all squiggly in his stomach when she had told him hi in a breathless voice. Cobra was glad that he was in the dark since his fuckin' body decided to betray all the self-control he had. His mind was also going to a very dark place of want and need.

He just stayed silent and listened to what he could hear over the music as Sorano and Lucy talked and traded friendly jabs. Cobra couldn't even think of anything to say to the woman. Instead, he just openly appreciated her voluptuous body that was practically naked. Kind of glad that Sorano had won the bet and dragged him along for the ride. Not that he would be telling her and give the bitch a reason to gloat more.

[And when I see her dancing]

It was sometime after two A.M., and Cobra found himself on the dance floor, a bit buzzed off a few shots and a drink called "David Bowie" which was a lot sweeter than he liked. But hell, when it was offered and paid for by Lucy, he didn't complain. Now, he had his hands on her hips as she bumped and ground against him. After the third shot, he didn't care anymore. And having his hands on her sweat-slicked body as they danced, he was in a happy place.

If asked, he would say he could almost shit glitter bricks from his ass. And the way she seemed to cling to him, pressing her body against him as she moved with even more fluidity than was natural for the human body, Cobra was sure he could die a happy man tonight. Euphoria and hormones were flooding his nervous system right now.

A soft giggle from the blond before him had him gripping her hips harder and pulling her back, so she was pressed more firmly against him as he dipped low with her. They were earning loud whoops from those gathered around and watching him. He was sure that his body would be angry and protesting this. His body had taken a severe beating in his last deployment. He didn't just lose an eye he had damage to his muscles and joints in his lower body. But his best friend Macbeth was alive and a happy a very rich Drag Queen Diva.

When Lucy pulled away from him, he let her go only to smile widely when she spun and drapped her arms over his shoulders and pressed her body against him. One of her legs coming up to hook over his hip as she continued to dance against him, using him like a fucking stripper pole. Not that he minded. And the knowledge that she was soaking wet and horny had him running his hands up and down her back as he leaned down and nibbled at the sensitive flesh behind her ear. Eliciting a throaty moan from Lucy.

[And get in a little closer]

[And maybe get to know her]

Cobra put the last of the Finals into his satchel. Closing his eye, he let out a sigh, only to hear a giggle that had become very familiar to him since last Spring. Opening his eye and looking to the door of his classroom, he saw Lucy standing there, dressed as prim and proper as she always did. Though the heavy woolen sweater hugged her chest nicely, emphasizing what the good lord had graced her with. She was making him smile as he let his gaze slowly drag down her body. Enjoying how the thicker winter leggings hugged her rounded hips and made her long, toned legs look much more delectable.

"Yes, Miss Heartfilia, is there something I can do for you? Classes are over for the day, and I have finals to grade before winter vacation," he said, his voice sounding profession in case someone decided walked by.

"Yes, Professor, I was wondering if I could get a letter of recommendation," Lucy replied, her voice soft, distant.

He knew what this was about, her father. The bastard was pressing on her to finish up her degree so he could show her off as a piece of prized property. He knew who Jude Heartfilia was. A lot of people did, as he was also trying to run for Governor of Washington Seattle. And to make it worse, he was the favored candidate to win.

In the six months that he had gotten to know Lucy, he had learned that she only put on the appearance of a Lady due to her father. Otherwise, she was a total monster underneath it. Brains, brawn, and all sass. She was a prize to keep if one got her. And Cobra wanted her, but due to her being a student that was still a no-no in his way.

"Yeah, I can do that for you, Lucy. It would be my pleasure to write you that letter of recommendation to do your intern work at West Bend with the loonies in the Asylum," he said, flashing her a dark smile.

The smile he got back had his stomach getting all kinds of squiggly again. Ignoring this, because he knew what Macbeth had told him it was. And he refused to believe it.

[I know this pretty rave girl]

A full circle that is all he could say. Graduation for Spring had come and gone, and he found himself at another Rave, in the same damn location as last year. This time, he came at the behest of his little Raver Girl. Who was currently doing shot after shot and smiling like the world had ended and the rapture had come? Fuck, she looked like an angel in the feather short white top and booty shorts that looked like they were painted onto her curves. The knee-high, matching white boots completing the outfit.

Shaking his head and drinking his "David Bowie," which had grown on him over the last year. A bit too sweet, like the woman before him, and bitter after taste once you down the last drop, just like him. A good blend that could be addicting after a while.

"Hey, let's get out there and show the plebs how to do it!" Lucy said, her fist pumping the air.

His eyes instantly drawn to the tiny little white top and how it bounced with her chest making him love it all the more. Nodding his head as he let her lead him to the floor. Knowing that all the other men could look, they wouldn't be touching. He was marking territory with his other hand resting on her ass as she pulled him along. A stupid grin on his face as he gave her ass a hard squeeze, hearing a squeal come from her.

The night was young, and Lucy was still fresh and full of energy.

[And when I see her dancing]

[And get in a little closer]

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