A/N; I just love this pairing so much that I'm making a whole collection of interconnected 1-shot stories about them! These will be following along with "Bad Dates Gone Right" from my Lucy Ship Compilation and my short story Bubbly. These will all be set after the events of Bubbly and will all be in order. I'm also using a random word generator to direct my writing! Feel free to drop words for suggestions on the next chapter and I might use it!

Enjoy, my delicate marionettes!

~ MrsPuppetEx

"Decent"

A woman with beautiful blonde hair sighed heavily as she flopped her head down onto the bar in front of her, drawing the attention of a particular demon barmaid. "What's wrong, Lucy?" Mira asked as she moved over to check on the Light of Fairy Tail. It was uncommon to see the buxom blonde to be so out of sorts and Mira was determined to see what was bothering the poor Celestial Maiden.

"Bickslow's birthday is tomorrow and I can't figure out anything decent to get him," Lucy confided with a pout as she turned her head- still down on the bar top- to the side to eye the whitenette.

Mira pursed her lips as she wiped an already spotless glass with her rag, struggling to maintain her calm demeanor as she internally screamed about blue haired, brown eyed babies. "Well, what does he usually like?" She questioned, hoping to steer the woman onto the right path.

Lucy sighed heavily, thinking to herself what her charming knight enjoyed. Since they'd been engaged, he'd showered her with his affections, never missing an important day to thrust a gift of some sort upon her. The man was a force to be reckoned with and they had a friendly competition going to see who could get the best gifts for the other during times like these.

Bickslow was obviously winning.

"Aside from the obvious?" Lucy giggled as she sat up, giving an imitation of her beloved Seith Mage's signature grin that had Mira giggling along with her.

"If that's what he enjoys, why not surprise him?" The barmaid suggested. "I'm sure he'd be happy with anything."

"That's the problem!" The blonde exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air in defeat. "The man's a menace!"

"So, why did you agree to marry him?"

Lucy flopped her head down on the bar once more with an echoing 'thud' and a groan. "I love him," She said on an exasperated sigh.

"Then give him something you know he'll enjoy and you should be perfectly fine."

Mira was right, Bickslow would love anything she gave him and, material or not, he would cherish every moment they spent together. The only thing she could think of was his favorite pastime and it looked like that was what he was getting because she was absolutely out of ideas.

At least the sex could be described as more than decent, Lucy thought to herself with a lecherous grin.