Rowena sipped at the wine but didn't really taste it because of her nerves, watching as Arman settled on the lounge in his office. After breakfast they decided to go to his house and he'd brought her back to her hotel and insisted she check out.

"Rowena...we're engaged, you're going to be my wife, the house is soon to be as much yours as mine." He'd said gently at her wide eyes.

"If you want you can stay in a guest room, you don't have to...sleep with me yet if you need space…" He added and she'd shaken her head, THAT was not the issue, oh no, in fact, if nothing else she wanted to fall asleep every night for the rest of her life wrapped in Armans arms beginning immediately, no...it was more his staff, his children...everyone would be unavoidable.

Small price to pay for 6'2" of sexy Boscan in your bed Rowena… She reminded herself "No...no you're right...and I need to get comfortable with everyone...the children, the staff…" She straightened, lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders and Arman smiled seeing her steel herself.

"I love you…" He said softly, now that it had been confessed he found it very easy to say and Rowenas eyes lit up every time too. He held up his com lacrima. "Ready?"

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Farron was busy, up to his elbows in work trying to keep his fathers work load low and given the fact Princess Kurino wasn't the Princess anymore and no longer doing any of her diplomatic trips, there was a lot being put on the consulate.

But if his father was made too busy he wouldn't spend time with Rowena and damn it, Farron knew she was in town, he'd fucking made sure her business had every damn trade avenue it needed, had blown apart every obstacle that had arised and made sure she was making good money with her trading company and small transportation group that ran SE-Car rentals and sales and the train line from Crocus to Overlook Resort as well as the tourist line that ran the coast by Rosegarden. He even had channeled some diplomatic events in Shirotsumi to Rowenas Hotel there.

He was scheduled to leave for Atla in the morning to take on resolving a nasty mining dispute that had dissolved into bloodshed there...again and this time Cristoff wasn't available so he was stuck taking Vander as a guard so no cool soothing mists would swirl around his talks, but if anyone tried anything they'd vanish for a while...if not permanently.

When his com lit and he heard the tone that identified his father was calling he stilled and stared at it for a moment...what if he'd found out he and Kaleb were orchestrating so much around him and Rowena Justine? Gods his father would come down on them like Zens Holy Thunder and worse. He'd probably send Farron to Atla for a damn year or something. Or worse, send him to fucking Joya where the women there would be all over him every second around the damn clock.

He drew a breath, steadied himself and answered. "Hi dad, what's up? Kinda busy so won't make it there for dinner tonight but I'll be over soon as I get back from Atla, have a little thing there I'm gonna wrap up as a favor to the Council." He said lightly. His fathers quirked brow told him he was treading on dangerous ground, there was little going on his father didn't find out about.

"Well, then make time and come over tonight for dinner, we're celebrating." Arman said firmly. Farron frowned, brain racing to recall what event he'd missed, nobodys birthday...the next one was in three weeks, Cobras, and Bickslow had a hell of a night planned for his mate Vander was already whining about wanting to make it back for.

"I'm sorry Dad, what are we celebrating?" He finally asked.

"My engagement." Arman replied and Farron honestly couldn't make the connection, blinked at him. "Engagement where? I didn't know you'd been invited to speak...or are you giving a presentation…?" He asked innocently and Arman grinned, Rowena leaning into the picture and holding up her left hand where a gorgeous engagement ring glittered and Farrons eyes flew wide, his mouth falling open.

"Yes I thought you'd react along these lines, Dinners at 7 son, see you tonight." Arman said and the com went dead.

Farron stared at the com for a few seconds then bolted to his feet "YES!" he shouted, Neilie, a young intern from the University stood in the hall blinking owlishly in surprise at him. She'd never seen the young Ambassador, whose pictures from the magazine adorned her bedroom wall, act anything but calm, cool and refined.

She had taken this internship hoping to get the chance to just speak with him, maybe see him smile at her, anything, but so far he had seemed unaware she existed.

He was normally so focused but he was leaping into the air whooping and rushed her as soon as he saw her, sweeping her up laughing "My father just got engaged!" He cried and she smiled awkwardly but in the next moment every one of her wildest dreams was fulfilled when Farron kissed her carrying her into his office and slamming the door shut behind him grinning rakishly up at her "Neilie...I have so much wild energy right now and I would dearly love to put it into you…" He purred and she threw the books she'd been carrying to the floor and grabbed him "Gods YES!" She cried kissing him so hard he staggered the last steps to the lounge in his office before tumbling down onto it with her.

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Zen was trying his damndest not to laugh. His beloved wife and mate was glaring up at the tree above her, from which she had just looped a whip and tried to swing across the wide but shallow stream he had just flown over. He'd offered to carry her over so she didn't get her feet wet but she had been determined. After Lucy had outmaneuvered her in their last sparring match with her whip, Erza had endeavored to learn to use one. So she'd insisted on this, that she could get herself across using her whip and she'd made it ¾ of the way before that branch had snapped and deposited her on her butt in the stream.

They were on their way home from their honeymoon, and the trek to Angel Falls had been, to him at least, a very enjoyable one, he'd spent so much of his life locked in a cell getting out into the wilds was special to him and Erza did have fun, was enjoying herself, she was just wishing right now she was eating cake off of Zens naked body with him tied to a bed in Minstrel instead of trekking the forested mountains of Enca at the moment. The things she would love to do with frosting and her husbands body….

Zens com trilled and he quickly pulled it from his pocket while marching into the stream, smiling affectionately at his beautiful bride and holding his other hand out to help her up while he answered. "Hi Dad, I'm fishing Erza out of a stream can I call you back?" He asked as he pulled Erza up.

"No need, won't take long. I've proposed to Rowena and she said yes, we're thinking of a nice wedding maybe next month, call me when you get home, I'll have the date by then ok son? Go dry Erza off son and give her a hug from me." Arman said and the com went dead. Erza gasped when Zens hand went slack and released her, letting her fall back into the water. A moment later the Archangel was dragged down into the water and forced onto his back against the bank by the redhead who promptly straddled him

He blinked up at her, even the icy mountain stream water not quite breaking through his shock over what his father had said. "Me Dad is marrying Freeds mom…" He breathed.

Erza smiled, leaning down and kissing her husbands slack lips until they firmed and started kissing her back. "Yes I heard that, then you dropped me back into the stream...You got me wet...now you warm me up…" She grinned and he laughed, reaching for her and dragging them both to the shore so he could warm her up without icy mountain water running over them.

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Kaleb was about buried in new members of late. Since those pictures had come out White Sea had seen a spike in applicants, most watching him rather hungrily as he went over their information with them, having Thane record everything before either picking up the guild seal, or suggesting they enter the training school for 6 months before he would see them again.

The rather plain but somewhat gifted green mage in front of him now was like several others had been. Her thoughts centered around how she could screw up the courage to proposition him as she answered his questions, signed documents when he lifted the seal and asked her where she wanted it she unbuttoned her blouse and bared her breasts, mentally hoping she might somehow spark his interest.

His com went off as she was pointing to the swell of her left breast. He smiled at her "One moment Celia...you deserve my full attention…" He said "Please wait here, Thane could you process these while I take this call?" He handed Thane the young womans paperwork and almost grimaced when her hopes shot up because they were suddenly alone and he'd said she deserved his attention.

He really wasn't in the mood right now to be giving new members that sort of attention, he honestly did sometimes, when one came in with just an engaging mind that piqued his interest too much to ignore, but this girl was rather average, and he was busy today and his father was calling making him pray he hadn't figured out he and Farron had been eyeballs deep in making certain all of his time with Rowena went smoothly, food was right, timely, nobody was on the beach when they went for walks, Gods he'd even had Beck, his best beastmaster send wild dolphins that usually avoided humans to make an appearance during one of their walks, had white doves land in trees nearby etc.

Farron was a master planner and scene builder, and they had been orchestrating everything they could get their hands into to make certain his father and Rowena always had good dates. It was fucking exhausting, he about hated Farron at this point for dragging him into it all, was grateful Vander had been drafted, though the Shadowquip had made a somewhat rude ticket taker at the theater piss himself and vomit by slamming him through the voids after he'd made a rude comment about Rowena being short.

He'd almost blown everything because their father had, when Rowena excused herself to the restroom, gone looking for the boy probably to reduce the boy to a sniveling mass, since Arman was quite capable of doing that, all of his children had seen it happen, but Vander had already made the boy comatose and left him in a supply closet.

Or that Kaleb had been the one to nudge Rowenas little dream episode after Kurinos attack at Cristoffs wedding...he shuddered begging the Gods his father hadn't figured that out, he was so ready to drag Farron under that bus with him if that was the case, damn meddling diplomatic ass that his older brother was.

"Hi Dad, I'm in the middle of a new member application, so a bit rushed but what can I do for you?" He answered from his side office off the main one leaving the woman, Celia, sitting at his desk. Maybe if his father knew he was busy being a productive working member of society he wouldn't kill him?

His father smiled and he saw Rowena sitting next to him on what looked like the lounge in his fathers study. She looked nervous...uh oh...please Gods...I love my father, my family, my life so much…

"Kaleb, I want you on the swift ship to Pelerno, be here by 7 for dinner." His father said firmly and Kaleb blinked at him.

"Wha...Dad, I can't just drop my guild and run to Pelerno...what's going on?" He demanded and Arman grinned "I proposed to Rowena,she said yes, we're celebrating tonight and I want you here, dinner is at 7." His father replied and the com went dead.

Kaleb stared at it in disbelief then grinned. His father proposed! And Rowena said yes! Grinning he strode into the other office, the smile, his excitement, the moment Celia saw him her heart sped up and he heard her mind reeling with desperate fantasies and Gods he felt so good...his Lavender eyes fell on hers flaring with heat. He had time...and right now Gods did he have energy to burn...

"Celia...as a new member of White Sea you can request anything you wish…" He said in a low voice and she bit her lip, rising from her seat and pulling her shirt open again. Kaleb reached past her to the desk and lifted the seal to her left breast as his free hand closed on her hip. She inhaled sharply as the seal set into her skin, then Kaleb set the stamp on the desk again and his other hand gripped her other hip.

"Tell me what you'd have, I'm in a very good mood and feeling indulgent…" He said and she stared raptly up into his pale eyes "You...I want you Master Kaleb…" She breathed and he smirked "Good." He growled, pulling her into his arms, lips sealing over hers as he lifted her to sit on his desk and stepped between her legs...perfect...he could make this new member happy and release some of the brimming energy he felt in his elation over his fathers news.

Celia groaned into Kalebs mouth, hands pushing into his long platinum hair as he pushed her skirt up. Gods she'd been praying that one day she'd get this but her first day?! If only the people at school who had teased her could see her, they had been so cruel, mocked her when she'd said she was going to Join White Sea, and that she would make a request to have the Guildmaster himself one day.

She greedily kissed his warm lips, drank in his touch, his rich scent, like warm spiced apples, Gods he smelled almost as good as he looked and he felt so incredibly good. To hell with those fools at the University, she had moved up in the world and was wrapping her legs around the Guild Master of White Sea…

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Cristoff came into the study with a fresh pot of tea, cups, cream and sugar on a tray along with some sliced up apples and oranges and a big bowl of popcorn. He'd watch a movie on the lacrimascreen while Freed either watched or read or both. It was becoming one of his favorite ways to spend an evening with his mate.

Freed was working on a rune inscription job and had been pouring through stacks of texts while Cristoff busied himself on the bathroom renovation, which was almost done. He'd have his big tub and shower soon.

Freed was holding his com lacrima staring at it with his mouth hanging open and Cristoff frowned, when he reached through their bond he found blank shock and set the tray and bowl down coming around Freeds desk and pulling the Rune mage to him, tipping his chin up and in doing shutting his gaping mouth.

"Freed?" What happened?" He asked, taking the com from the rune mages shaking hands. Freed turned and looked at him, eyes hazy for a moment then a smile lifted his lips, turning into a grin and then he was laughing, flinging his arms around his Dragon Slayer and kissing him so hard Cristoff staggered back and fell back on the green loveseat, his mate feverishly kissing him breathless before pulling back grinning again, Cristoff, at a loss, just smiled up at him, feeling the excited joy through the bond.

"Your Dad...he proposed to my Mom and she said YES!" He almost shouted and Cristoff blinked, stared at him in disbelief for several seconds before he finally grinned himself, pulled his mate back down to him "You know what that means?" He asked and Freed laughed "We're going to be mated married brothers! Gods we'll have to fucking move to Iceburg!"

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Bickslow was groaning, sprawled out on their bed, Cobras face between his legs, tongue working over his length, sharp teeth teasing him, he was strapped to the bed...again, Cobra had won their latest bet, that Cana was going to get Vander to fuck her in the guild and sure enough, they'd been caught in the infirmary, Cana on her knees on a bed, face pressed into the mattress, Vander gripping her hips pounding into her wildly from behind. Mira had apparently walked in on them, and being the minx she was, instead of stopping them, had started joining the pair, until Droy had wandered up looking for something to help an upset stomach.

Instead, he found Vander on the infirmary bed on his back, Cana facing his feet riding him while Mira straddled the mans face, his arms wrapped around her thighs holding her over him while he drove the demon wild with pleasure. Droy had come stumbling down blood pouring from his nose and when everyone had headed up to stop the out of hand threesome occuring in the infirmary Vander had used his shadows to bar the door until he got Mira and Cana both off.

Then he'd answered the door in just his leather pants, wiping Miras juices from his mouth and grinning wickedly at Laxus "Problem?" He'd asked and cackled as he'd dodged Laxus' lightning, vanishing before the Lightning Slayer could get a good hit on him.

Vander admitted later to needing to go see Cristoff after fleeing the guild because Laxus had nailed him in the back and caused some hefty burns, but the shadowquip had grinned "Worth it...holy fuck was it worth it!" He'd declared laying back on the livingroom lounge with a huge grin.

Bickslow tried to claim since Mira was involved it was not a pure win, so they had compromised, Cobra got to tie Bickslow to the bed but Bickslow got to say what his mate could do to him. It was a really...really nice compromise as far as Bickslow was concerned.

The trill of his com made his head snap up from where it lay back against a pillow. He met Cobras eyes as the Poison Slayer pulled off of his erection.

"Shit...Arman…" Cobra growled and reached up to flip Bickslows wrists free before tossing him his lacrima.

"Dad!" Bickslow greeted his father trying to catch his breath while Cobra wiped his mouth and untied his mates ankles.

"Bickslow, Erik, I know you're there son, just letting you know to set aside a couple of weeks in November, haven't set the exact day yet but Rowena and I are getting married so just a heads up. I can tell you're...ah...busy there so I won't keep you, all our love boys!" He called and the com went dead before either man could say a word. Bickslow looked at his mate, his mouth hanging open.

"Fucking Kaleb and Farron are going to be impossible to be around…" Bickslow groaned, flopping back onto the bed, his mate chuckling.

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Vander had slid from the guild earlier than usual. Cana was hunting for him and he was deliberately avoiding her. Not because he didn't want to have sex with her, but because he loved teasing her, making her wait until she was about to give up trying to find him, then he'd slip in sweep her off somewhere and her responses to that were always bold, lusty and frantic and he loved that. So, dodging her right now was building things up for later. He'd only been with her twice just the two of them.

She'd thought to measure him against Bacchus, had lured him to the table with her and the Palm mage and that, that had been serious fun. Bacchus was a die hard "straight" sex kind of man, loved women, wouldn't even think about trying any variety. His type always inspired a little pity from Vander, all they denied themselves was really sad, they had no idea really what they were missing.

Labels that made preferring one sex or another somehow a bad thing didn't exist in Bosco, if somebody tried it there they'd be treated like the silly oddity they were. Sex was sex, pleasure was pleasure, who your partner or partners were was less important than a willing and fulfilling experience for all involved. He believed in that, always had, so he just loved, seriously loved, fucking with people wound too tight to think outside their narrow field of vision.

Like Bacchus Groh.

His ability to hold his liquor was sort of a cheat, he was resistant to toxins and poisons due to training and conditioning he'd gone through for the Steel Council of course but it was more than that. He'd even figured out how to line his mouth with a shadow and he could pour gallons of anything into his mouth and it would just spill through the shadow out wherever he wanted it to go. He'd poisoned quite a few people over his career that way, by putting the other end of the shadow into their body somewhere.

It was what he'd done that night, everything he drank went straight into Bacchus so he stayed stone cold sober and Bacchus got drunk twice as fast as he usually did and nobody knew why.

Once drunk the palm mage seemed to get horny pretty damn fast and was all over Cana. Now Vander knew Cana was after a few things, first being good sex, second being making either Bacchus or Vander jealous enough to give it to her eagerly or drunk enough to BOTH give it to her after her night with Farron and Kaleb she had resolved to land that situation again because she had really enjoyed that.

Vander on the other hand had multiple objectives, to fuck with Bacchus, possibly outright fuck Bacchus and Cana both and enjoy himself as much as possible through the process. He used Cana to seduce Bacchus and lure the palm mage to a secluded spot then started his teasing, letting Bacchus take Cana first, then, moving over the begging card mage, he'd let bacchus watch him play with her, and when Bacchus had stood over Cana, a foot on either side of her head as she braced herself on her hands and knees, staring transfixed as Vander had driven into her. Vander had grasped the mans hips and made him step a little closer, straddling Cana who was groaning and mewling as Vander took her from behind, and he'd taken Bacchus' cock in his hand and started teasing him.

At first the palm mage had slapped his hand away "Fuck...I ain't into that…" He'd said but he hadn't stepped away and Vander had kept his eyes on the man as he'd fucked Cana and suddenly Bacchus had fisted a hand in his hair and pressed the head of his cock to Vanders lips and the Shadowquip smirked, he loved winning. He'd rocked the Palm mages world too.

So while dodging Cana letting her simmer, he was going to be a fly on the wall in his brothers bedroom and see if he might just see what they were up to and then maybe go hit up the club Kaleb and Farron had enjoyed so much, maybe find himself some companions for the evening.

Watching Cobra working his brother wasn't quite as exciting as he'd hoped though, they were being rather tame, maybe it was time he stepped in and got them into something that stirred the blood up real well? He was contemplating that, drifting through the shadows carefully above the bed weighing some options when Bickslows com rang. He smirked, enjoying watching his brother and Erik scramble so Bickslow could answer it.

A few moments later though he was gaping, eyes huge...his father was getting...married...to Freeds mother...Holy mother of Gods….married...

Vander was disciplined, powerful, deadly. Of the Pradesh siblings if you needed someone to disappear, had to have information or needed to protect something precious, he was the one everyone turned to. He had sort of fallen into the role as the one in the family who took the hardline shit on. Farron fixed legal issues, Bickslow was the best hugger , Cristoff was the listener and cuddler, Kaleb made shit happen, Zen could force truth out of anyone or quietly work at your side through any fight, Xally made you smile, Emzadi would tear down fucking mountains and Vander...Vander hurt people, made them piss themselves and cooperate, pulled pranks, he was the baby of the family and fucking acted like it.

He had seriously deadly magic that required him to train, stay healthy and strong to keep it well in hand, and train he did. He could ride out massive magic attacks in the shadows, drag people into them screaming to fling them through the voids. He never lost control…. and he still fell out of the shadows and flopped down crashing on top of Bickslow and Cobra unceremoniously moments after the com went dead in Bickslows hand.

"Fuck!" Bickslow groaned, taking a (fortunately sheathed) dagger to the groin. Cobra was knocked sprawling to the floor when Vanders elbow connected with the side of his head and Vander lay face down sprawled over his groaning brother who was gripping his nuts letting out a strained series of promises of violence.

"You sneaky little fuck…" Cobra snarled starting up from the floor and Vander yelped, about to fade to the shadows when something closed around his wrist and he felt his magic dip. Wine colored eyes flew wide in alarm as he jerked his head around and saw Bickslow smirking, tightening the magic restraint around Vanders wrist and in the next instant chaos ensued as Vander fought to get lose and Cobra and Bickslow teamed up on him to pin him down and get the other three restraints onto him.

Cobra tugged on his sleep pants and snatched up Bickslows com lacrima channeling magic into it as Bickslow was wrestling with the cursing snarling shadowquip working a ball gag into his mouth.

Once done Bickslow slid from the bed and went to grab his own sleep pants and pull a black t-shirt on, grinning as a familiar feminine voice came over the com. "Hey Cobra what's up?"

"Hey drunk, so...Bix and I were wondering...think you could call the girls and figure out a nice way to use what we caught for you?" He asked turning the lacrima so Cana got a good view of Vanders black leather clad body stretched out and bound to the large bed.

"Oh fuck yes...you and Bix mind giving up your room for the night?" she asked and Bickslow peered over Cobras shoulder grinning at Cana "Not at all, we'll just sleep downstairs tonight while you girls have fun, noise canceling runes and all, you won't disturb us one little bit…."

Vander strained on the bed, testing the restraints and cursing his older brother and his mate as they patted his leg and left the room. Shit...they'd called Cana...Holy hell was he in for it…

Not 30 minutes later Bickslow opened the bedroom door "So...my sneaky little brother, since Cobra and I have other plans tonight, to exact retribution for us this evening we have recruited these lovely ladies…" He stepped aside and Cana came in, followed by Mira, Laki and Lisanna and Vanders eyes widened as each woman came in then narrowed...he could handle four...he'd trained with 5...but then...they hadn't been mages...and Mira was already running her hand up the inside of his leg while Cana was climbing onto the bed by his shoulder...oh Gods….

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Rowena watched Arman set the com down and smiled when he reached for her, pulling her onto his lap "I think my favorite reaction was your son Blaine." He chuckled. Rowena grinned, Blaine had burst into tears "I...I'm going to be Farrons brother?!" He'd whimpered ecstatically and was already looking at the process of having his name changed, eager to leave "Justine" and all of the horrible memories that went with it behind him.

Rowena sagged in Armans embrace, dinner was approaching, every child within range would be there and she was certain it would be a hell of an evening. Wrapping her arms around Arman she nuzzled into his neck, hiding for a few moments.

So much had happened in the span of 24 hours. She had gone from feeling nervous Arman wouldn't accept her, to a night of passion and pleasure beyond her wildest imaginings and become the fiance of the man of her dreams. Arman had been steady, calm, endlessly reassuring her everything would sort itself out, that she could easily manage her businesses from Bosco and they could make regular trips to Fiore to see their children.

A few short months ago she had been miserable, alone, a prisoner in a gilded cage married to a man who loathed her, estranged from her eldest son because she didn't want him hurt, fearing she would die alone and unloved and isolated. She had never known what it felt like to be loved, to be held, kissed, never once been told she was beautiful or even pretty and had almost become resigned to her pathetic existence.

Then, it all changed when Cristoff Pradesh fell in love with her oldest son, claimed him as his mate and the Pradesh family had stepped up to protect Freed. In doing they had ended Abrahams tyrannical reign over her and her sons and set them free.

And...she met Arman. Invited to Pelerno to meet and discuss their sons pending wedding they had become fast friends, but from the first moment she had stepped off that airship and seen the tall black and silver haired Ambassador with the warm jade colored eyes she had started falling for him. His warmth, his charm, his humor and something about him stirred things in her she'd never felt before.

Deep, raw...hungry needs, her dreams had become brazen, she would wake sweating and panting with Armans name on her lips, and the more she was with him, the more she wanted to be with him more, started imagining how his kisses would feel, his touch...his skin…

The first time he'd kissed her they had been waking up from being attacked by Princess Kurino, but a couple of days later, as they had walked the beach by his home talking about what everything that had happened would mean to Bosco, he'd stopped and looked at her and his green gaze had frozen her in place.

That was when he'd really kissed her, kissed her so long and sweet her legs had given out and he'd hand to hold her up against him. She'd fallen deeper and deeper in love with him every moment they spent together and now...now he would be hers and he would hers...her husband...Gods she hadn't been divorced all that long but then...she couldn't say her marriage had been much of anything more than torture since she'd sobbed on the altar and her father had told the priest she meant "I do".

This time, the Boscan ceremonies were set up to prevent such things from happening, even when they consummated their vows they would be watched and if both parties did not appear willing, happy...they would be questioned separately as to why. If they did, the sunrise following their first night as a nearly married couple allowed her to make the final choice, to accept of refuse him based off of how he made her feel. Had Abraham and her faced a Boscan ceremony, their marriage never would have been allowed, not in Bosco.

"So thoughtful… whats going on behind those bright eyes?" Arman asked softly, kissiing her chin and she smiled "I'm happy...happier than I've ever been in my life, and I was thinking how different everything is...especially you...Abraham was so...hateful. You...you're so loving...so warm and charming and...sexy." She blushed at the last and he grinned.

"I'm not exceptional Rowena...I'm just a man in love…" He breathed and pulled her to him, making it impossible for her to think anymore. This was going to be her life, she realized as his hands slid gently up her back to press her better into his body, his lips trailed soft down to her neck, his tongue adding fire to what he was doing. She wasn't alone anymore, never would be again, this man, whose long hair she was pulling free of the cord holding it, whose mischievous jade green eyes were so heated looking into hers, they would be married. Their families would combine, she would live in a busy boisterous home and never feel isolated or alone again.

"I love you...I love you so much…" She said, tilting her head back as his lips moved along her collar bone. She felt him smile, felt his hands press her closer into him, his head tilting back and lips reaching up for hers as she knelt over him straddling his lap. She kissed him again, drank him in. They would watch their children have families of their own now, be there to love and support them all and Arman would love her like she would love him...Gods...maybe they could adopt a youngster...around 10 or so...she so adored the idea of parenting at Armans side...She'd wait to tell him that though, until they were married, had their honeymoon in Minstrel...yes, that was what she wanted to do...adopt...Gods knew Arman was an expert….

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Lucy spun, dodging neatly to one side and bringing her hand up, a ball of magic catching laxus right in the middle of his chest and launching him backwards. He landed on his back with a grunt and took a moment to catch his breath, smiling faintly, his beautiful little mate hit like a fucking TRAIN.

He was just getting the clouds in the sky into focus when large brown eyes peered down at him, searching his eyes overflowing with concern.

"Laxus?! Are you Ok Honey? You said to hit you harder so I did…" She said running her hands over his face, cupping his cheeks while she straddled him and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

He chuckled, gripping her hips "I'm fine babe, that was a great hit, just what I was hoping you could do, was it a drain?" He asked and she smiled down at him shaking her head.

"Nope, I think I could do a few dozen of those before it started taxing me." She replied brightly. Laxus pulled her down and kissed her long and soft "Yeah? I know another way to wear you out…" He rumbled in a soft whisper and she giggled, kissing him back and grinding herself against him wickedly.

"Fuck I love you…" He groaned and Lucy laughed just as a voice reached them "Hey! That's not what the training rings are for you sick fucks! Get a room!"

She flipped off whoever it was, not bothering to take her eyes off the man beneath her, his vivid blue eyes darkening like a gathering storm as she moved her hips a little more, smiled wickedly at him.

"Yeah? I don't think you've got what it takes to wear me out anymore Sparky...you're gonna have to prove it, your Dragon Queen wants more than just boasting." She purred and Laxus growled now, fingers digging into Lucys hips, his own flexing unconsciously into her movement because holy hell did she feel good.

"Hold on Dragon Queen.." He growled and his magic gathered, electricity arcing around them and Lucy kissed him again as they left a clap of thunder that shook the guild on their departure home.

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