Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail nor any characters mentioned in this fan fiction. All credit to Fairy Tail goes to the creator Hiro Mashima. The following story will take inspiration from the anime/manga but all scenarios in this story are fan made by me.
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Lucy's POV
As Cana and I made our way down the street, I couldn't help but feel excited. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Cana has been sneaking around with a man she claims is "no one", but I've seen the looks they give each other at the guild. Bickslow sitting next to Laxus and the rest of the raijinshu, acting like he has no cares in the world, but his gaze following Cana as she empties barrel after barrel by the bar. When Cana told me we were going to the club, I immediately realized that she was meeting Bickslow, and since Cana wouldn't just leave me all alone, I knew the raijinshu was with him, and most probably- Laxus.
As much of a surprise as it may seem, as surprisingly as it was to even realize myself, while Bickslow's eyes followed our dear Cana, I couldn't help but notice my own gaze ending up on a certain blonde thunder god. It was during the GMG when I noticed him. Not noticed him in the way other's did, recognizing his grande power, but I finally noticed him. The way he spoke to Raven Tail, standing up for his nakama and family, I saw how much he has changed, or rather, that he finally showed how he really felt inside. I guess my heart was easily swayed by his change as I felt somewhat sympathetic towards him, I mean I could relate to feeling inadequate, never being good enough for the people you love, the people whom you trust the most, your own father.
We enter the club, without paying of course, all thanks to Cana's drinking habit which has led to being a regular at most of the places serving alcohol throughout Magnolia. The masses of people swarm the dance floor as we make our way towards the bar, but before arriving, Cana tugs at my arm.
"Luce, mind if meet up with someone?" She asks, looking around the floor, trying to find who I can only assume is Bickslow. I can tell she's excited to meet with him, being away on a job for two weeks has made it so they haven't been able to see each other.
I nod my head smiling gently, not wanting her to feel bad for leaving me, and obligated to stay. She smiles at my reply and squeezes my hand before taking off.
Just as I near the bar, wanting nothing but taking a seat, exchange a few words with the familiar bartender, a hand grabs my arm, yanking me around. An unfamiliar face stands before me, a man, grinning. I can tell by his strong alcohol breath that he probably won't be so reasoning, and I straighten while pulling my arm back.
"Yes? Can I help you?" I ask politely but making sure I sound stern and not flimsy. He just smiles and reaches out a hand to cup my chin. I quickly hit his hand away and take a step back.
"Oh come on pretty girl, let's just have some fun." His words are slurry, and I turn to face the bar, catching sight of the one and only Laxus.
Smiling towards the stranger, I reply: "Sorry, my boyfriend's at the bar and I'm meeting up with him."
I turn around once again, making my way towards the bar and notice Bickslow next to Laxus. That means Cana hasn't found him yet. I better tell him she's looking for him.
The arm reaches for me again, but this time I've already made my way over to the bar, and do the only thing my mind can think of to get rid of the pushy man.
I retract my arm and take quick strides towards Laxus, and before he has time to react, I hop onto his lap, swinging my legs onto one side. In the corner of my eye I see the man following clearly surprised by the sudden display of affection, or more like surprised I actually had a boyfriend.
"Hey baby, sorry I'm late." I say smiling at Laxus.
"What are…" before he finishes what I can only assume is a question about what the hell I'm doing in his lap, I press my lips against his, shutting him off. The short time my lips are against his, I can't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach. Something inside of me feels a pull towards him, a need to feel more of him. I try to shake the feeling and shiver slightly.
Can he tell? Does he know how I feel? Pulling my head back, I turn towards the man while distantly hearing Bickslow chuckle behind Laxus.
"Sorry, thanks for helping me find my boyfriend, bye bye." The man turns on his heels and retract back into the crowd. As I turn to face Laxus once more, the blush on my face instantly makes an appearance as I notice my position in his lap. My arms are still held around his muscular arms and I shriek, jumping slightly in his lap.
"Not that I mind this position, Blondie, but care to tell me when I became your boyfriend?" A smug smile makes its way onto his face and I giggle quietly.
"Hmm, let's see… I think it was when that guy couldn't take a hint."
"Glad I could be of assistance." His grin, as sexy as it is, makes me want to put on a playful act, not giving in to his superiority.
"Yeah, well I would've picked Bickslow, but seeing as Cana's here I didn't want to face the wrath of the jealous girlfriend." As the words leave my mouth, Bickslow chokes on his drink, spitting alcohol over the bar. Laxus raises a brow at me but turns to face Bickslow.
"Girlfriend?" He asks his best friend.
"Man, I dunno what she's on about, hahha… I don't have a girlfriend! Why would you mention Cana?" The nervous look on his face makes a taunting smile appear on my lips as I lean back against the bar, still sitting comfortably in Laxus' lap.
"Oh, then I guess when Cana went looking for a man when we arrived tonight, that wasn't you? My bad, Bickslow. I guess he was someone else. Damn, I can't wait to meet him, from what I hear he seems to be a pretty good shack." I taunt him as his eyes widen.
"Cana's here? Where?!" He says furiously looking around the room. Laxus and I immediately start to chuckle at his obvious lie.
"Why would you care, Bix?" Laxus asks the seith mage, joining in on my little game against his pal.
"Fine, fine. We've kind of been hooking up for a few months, but we haven't really talked about it. Kept it casual you know?" He sighs, looking down into his almost empty beer glass.
"Oh my god I knew it!" I exclaim loudly, surprising both men.
"Cana has been so quiet… I knew it! You've been eyeing her in the guild like all the time! I'm so happy for you guys!" Bickslow just looks at me like I've killed his pet as I bounce up and down.
"Come on cosplayer, you know it ain't like that." He looks sad, and I can't help but wonder why.
"Bickslow, go get her." I smile gently towards him, urging him to go after the woman he loves. He smiles back and scoots off the bar stool. He doesn't say anything as he walks away, just places a hand on Laxus' shoulder, giving him a rough pat as if saying: I'll do it. Take care of everything here.
Laxus nods and turns back towards me, finally looking down and taking notice of the intimate positioning of their bodies.
"Off." His voice is rough, and I immediately jump off his lap, embarrassed that I had remained in that position for so long. I snap out of my thoughts when I notice Laxus ordering two drinks from the bartender: one whiskey on the rocks, and one strawberry daiquiri. Strawberry. How did he know?
The drinks are placed in front of him and I turn to look up at him (somehow he's taller than me even while sitting) as if asking why he ordered. He suddenly reaches out his arms, taking a hold of mine, and hoisting me back up into his lap. This time with one of my legs on each side of him, straddling him, our centers pressed against each other. I shriek and try to look away as I feel the redness spreading on my face.
The drink is placed in my hand and I look down as I whisper a quiet thank you. My voice is so low he wouldn't have been able to hear it if it wasn't for his dragon hearing. A smirk spreads on his face as he leans in, breath dragging along my cheek until his lips nudge my earlobe in a whisper.
"You're welcome, Blondie." His voice is low and husky and I can't help but shiver. My hips bucker involuntarily against his, causing me to abruptly come to a halt, tensing, as I feel my panty clothed center rubbing against the bulge in his pants. I silently curse myself for wearing a skirt, and curse myself even more so for staying in the straddling position. He let's out a low growl in appreciation, and I'm surprised to feel him straining in his pants. Was he turned on?
Not knowing how to escape, or if I even want to, I do the only thing I can think of to ease the situation- slurp on my drink as if my life depended on it.