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I stood of to the side, casually sipping from my wine glass and watching couples dance. Men in classy suits walked around while women in uncomfortable dress clung to their elbows. I had to suppress a shudder every time I looked at the women. I knew just how hard it was to breathe in them, the one I'm wearing now tied so tightly, I was more panting than breathing. But what can I say? It was the late 1850's and it was deemed improper to wear anything other than the best. Especially when you are married to one of the richest men in the country. My brown eyes drifted over people, searching for my husband. I took a sip as I zeroed in on him, across the room, speaking to a business partner.

I fell in love every time I looked at him. Many women were attracted to him, his looks much different than other men in this era. He had deeply tanned skin, the color of mocha. Wild maroon hair with a small bit falling over is forehead, when looking at it you would think it was course, but it was the opposite, almost silky. He had pointed ears, something that had me chuckling even now. And his eyes, well eye, was a beautiful violet, the other being closed up due to a scar running from his forehead to his cheek. He was dressed in a completely black suit, his build making the fabric stretch. It always astounded me how I had gotten so lucky to have him, from the very beginning I had doubted, but that was many years ago.

He was in the middle of a heated discussion, I could tell his frustration was building as he clenched his jaw. I sighed, placing my glass down on a nearby table, picked up my skirts and made my way over to him. I wasn't surprised to find that they were arguing over money. Lately, large sums have been disappearing and Jonathan surely wasn't responsible. Gliding up beside him, I placed my hand on his arm, giving him a look when he glanced over at me. Instantly he backed down, letting me take a step forward. I looked to the man in front of me, bowing my head and smiling. He was large, his stomach spilling out over his pants, what hair he had left slicked back with so much grease, I wouldn't dare let him out in the sun. "Mr. Carter."

The man looked down at me, smiling perversely. I suppressed a grimace, noting the woman on his arm glaring at me. I tipped my head, giving Mr. Carter a look that showed superiority. "I couldn't help overhearing your argument with my husband. Now, I am usually not one to make accusations, but seeing how the fact that you are Jonathan's only partner, and we have no reason to take any money from our own company, the odds seem to be against you." I watched as he turned red. I could feel the anger coming off of him, and I sympathized. Not only was he being accused of a crime, it was by a woman.

"Listen here missy! I don't know who you think you are but you have a lot of nerve speaking to me, speaking at all in this case!" I took his words in stride, not at all bother by the insults thrown at me. After years of hearing things like this, they didn't faze me.

I took note of the glances being thrown our way. "I suggest you lower your voice Mr. Carter, people are looking. Alas, you are correct, I am being quite rude speaking to you in such a way and I apologize for such. I do not however, apologize for what my words mean. I have proof that you have been stealing from us. You should be happy that I have not informed the police, for the crime could put you in prison." I paused, making sure I was getting to him. He was furious, but the way he began sweating and glancing around, I knew that he knew of my knowledge. "If you would please, leave. You are here by fired from the Cox Company, do not expect any work from any of our family companies."

Turning away from him, I heard curses fly from his lips. I tuned him out, latching onto my husband and smiling up at me. It was returned with a smirk, showing of his white teeth and pointed canines. He leaned down, brushing his lips along my ear. "You did well Annabelle, I always am surprised by the way you take charge of a situation."

His voice was deep, sending shivers down my spine as he led me to the dance floor. We began moving around, completely in sync. I had a brow up, questioning his words. "Even after all this time?"

"Even after all this time." He confirmed. I let go of his shoulder, covering my mouth as I giggled. He stepped up closer to me, one of his hands sliding down my back. "What do you say about leaving this place and going home?"

My stomach stirred at his tone, allowing me to imagine what would happen when we arrived. I nodded swiftly, looking up at him. His eye had darkened, mirroring my own. Grabbing my hand, he led us out, telling the carriage driver to get us their immediately.

The entire time, Jonathan kissed my neck, sucking and nipping. The man had no shame, and I was ecstatic. His hand was trialing up my leg, running along my thigh. I had to bite my lip, trying desperately to keep my moans at bay. His free hand pulled pins from my hair, letting my blonde locks fall over my shoulders and down my back.

Time felt like it passed too quickly, in no time the horses had pulled us to a stop and the driver had opened our door, ushering us out. The old man had a look of disgust on his face as Jonathan picked me up and carried me into our home, I really didn't care, I was to wrapped up in the feel of his lips and hands on my skin.

My hands tangled into his maroon locks, taking him from my neck and connecting our lips, tasting some of the liquor on him. I opened my mouth as I felt his tongue prod the seam of my lips, sighing contently. No matter the years I've been with him, the taste of him always mystifies me, something that is uniquely him.

I don't know when we traveled up the stairs and to our bedroom but the next thing I know, I'm straddling his lap, his fingers making quick work of my corset. I stood as the ribbon fell to the floor, sliding the offending fabric of my body slowly, keeping my brown eyes locked on his violet one. Jonathan leaned back, resting on his hands and watching me hungrily with a grin. "I never get tired of watching you undress, your body is something that makes me want more each and every time."

My hands began undoing my bra, watching as he greedily took in the sight of my bare figure as all of my clothing was pooled at my feet. Stepping out of the circle of fabric, I pushed it behind me, slinking up to him and seating myself on his lap. A low moan left my lips as I felt the very prominent bulge rub up against me. I placed my hands on his chest, running my hands up and over his shoulders, sliding his jacket off. "I think I'll take great pleasure of making you want every single part of me."

He flipped us over, my legs dangling off the bed while I propped myself on my elbows, looking down at him kneeling between my spread legs. He had, quite literally, ripped his shirt off, allowing me to see his muscled chest. "My dear Annabelle, you have a little drool." Jonathan chuckled, holding one of my legs at then knee and peppering kisses along my thigh.

I ran my hands through his hair, looking at him with love and lust. "Darling, eons have passed and I will continue to drool for the rest too. You are simply a magnificent sight."

He ghosted his lips over my clit, looking up at me. "I love you for eons to come, love." His tongue flickered out, swiping over my clit. My head dropped back and my hand tightening its grip on his hair.

"I l-love... Mmm... You too. For eons to... Ahh, yes!.. To come." My voice pitched higher and moans spilled out as he scraped his teeth on my sensitive flesh. Already, I could feel the cord in my stomach getting ready to snap and I blamed his teasing in the carriage for making me want to cum so quickly.

I felt him smirk, knowing I was teetering on the edge, and he slipped a finger into my entrance. With that, the spring snapped and I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.

"Jonathan!"

I sat bolt upright, my breathing ragged and my legs sticky with my own juices. Running a shaky hand through my hair, I let out a pathetic whimper. These dreams were just getting out of hand. Every night, I wished for a peaceful slumber, and yet every night, I dreamed about him. I didn't know who he was, his name changing every night. It was if in a few hours, an entire life was played inside my mind.

There was the woman, her features matching mine without fail, the man would look the same. There were a few differences, names, years, and places, but besides that, it was always him and I.

I dragged myself out of bed, intent on getting ready. I knew that, if I wasn't ready, my team would come barging in and drag me out no matter my state of dress. Currently, I was naked and I didn't plan on letting all of Magnolia and my guild full of perverts see me in such a state.

Showering, I tightened my towel around my body and got my clothes out for the day. I posed in front of the mirror and couldn't help thinking that I held nothing on Annabelle. Though we looked the same, she was strong, independent, and didn't let anyone tell her no. Annabelle Cox is what I aspire to be.

Clipping my belt on, I headed out, summoning Plue to keep my company. I rambled on, telling him all about my dream. I knew that no words would come from him, but it still felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders when he looked up at me with a wobbly smile. As the chaos of the guild filled my ears, I sent him back and opened the door. As soon as I entered, I was tackled to the floor, overly warm arms surrounding me. "Good morning Natsu!"

I winced at the overly chipper sound of my voice but it seemed as though my pink haired best friend didn't notice, going right to whining about how he was better than Gray. I chuckled at him, agreeing so he would let me up. In no time, he was across the hall firing insults at said rival.

I strode up to the bar, quickly ordering a smoothie before looking for the one person that could help me. I saw her over in the dark corner, her nose stuffed into a book. Taking a seat opposite, I nodded at Gajeel before reaching over and gently pushing the book on the table. Levy looked up with a smile that quickly faded when she saw my face. I had told her about the dreams months ago, asking for her opinion. She was as stumped as I was. "Lu, what was it this time?"

I told her every detail, not leaving a thing out. My voice was hushed, and sad. I knew what would have happened if I kept dreaming and I was happy that I woke when I did. Levy kept quiet, not speaking until I was finished, but even then she looked passive, her brows knitted together in thought. I sipped on my drink until she had her ducks in a row.

"Well, I still don't know what to make of your dreams. I do know that you shouldn't be so upset, waking before you know.." And I did. No matter what year, what their names were, it all ended in the same devastating event.

I smiled with a nod, my eyes still on my drink. "I know. It's just, I have to sleep tonight and I know what will happen. It has failed yet." I didn't look up at her, I could feel the pity in her eyes.

"Lu.." Her voice trailed off, the sound of my name being yelled directing our attention to the left. Erza stood at the door, her luggage behind her.

"We have a mission. Now!"

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