Won't waste too long with an introduction here. Just know I'm one of the fans of Fairy Tail who can't get enough even with canon pairings and had to jump on crack ships as well. It seems a lot of people like Bickslow with Lisanna and I just had to join the band wagon. It seems like over half of them are all written by the same writer too, and I love that person's work. Fallen Ark Angel is a great writer and after taking in a lot of those fics, I just had to give Fairy Tail a shot too.

Anyway, clearly I don't own this work. The characters belong to Hiro Mashima and I'm only writing this for fun. Also, as a warning, this is smut. Dirty, dirty smut. Enjoy if that's your thing, might want to hit the back button if it's not. Also, big thanks to my friend Thoorchan. She's the one who came up with the title of the fanfiction for me.

Chapter 1: In Which Bickslow Makes the Best and Worst Mistake of His Life

Bickslow had decided very quickly that being alone in the guild hall of Fairy Tail was probably the most boring thing he'd ever done. An annoying thing for a wizard who lived his life for thrills and power, probably a little too crazy to be allowed into society along with the power and lack of morals to really worry too much about the destruction he caused most of the time. He wasn't the kind of man who dealt with boredom well, but then again he supposed most of the members of Fairy Tail were like that, if not all of them. Heck, even newbie Lucy could be pretty insane when she started screaming and yelling even when she protested she was the only sane one in the whole damn guild.

Of course, this late at night he wasn't much in the mood to be at home, not that was much to go back to. Like the actual guild hall, the male dormitories were in shambles, and he had no real desire to go back there for the night. Hard to think only seven short years had done all of this. Everything was in shambles. Even if all of the best members of the guild had been away, it was no excuse for it.

Everything was just too quiet now, too dour. He missed the guild hall that was always alive with yelling and rowdiness. Even though he'd avoided the guild for the longest time before Laxus' attempted coup, he still knew it well enough to know how it was supposed to feel. This just wasn't right.

"Damn it," he cursed softly, even feeling too down himself to be very loud as he leaned over the counter and glared at the bottle of whiskey in front of him he was drinking. "Is there anything here that doesn't suck right now?"

"Lisanna! Lisanna!"

The seith wizard was confused for a second at the odd reply from his babies. What kind of answer was that? However, when he looked over his shoulder, he saw the door to the hall open and the youngest Strauss sibling standing there, the lights from outside spilling into the darkened hall.

"Bickslow?" she asked in confusion. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Oh, Lisanna," he said as he sat up a bit on his stool. "Mmmm, didn't want to go home. You?"

"Mira, Elf and I are cleaning up our house," she explained. "It's in a bad state of disrepair because of… well, you know. Things are falling apart, and it's pretty dusty too. It took nearly the whole day to make just our bedrooms livable again. We were going to take a break for dinner, but there's no food there so I came here to get some rations."

"Far way to trek for some grub, girlie," he laughed a bit, even though she hadn't said a single thing that was funny. For some reason he just needed to.

"Far! Far!" his babies chanted. "Silly girlie!"

She pouted a bit, closing the door behind her and walked up to the counter and around it. He could hear her rummaging around in the dark before a spark of fire was lit up from a match and she lit up a lantern on the wall.

"It felt strange," she excused, "being back in the market. So many people still think we're dead… it's… it's just..."

"Awkward?" he supplied, to which she nodded.

"This is the second time for me," she stated as she leaned a bit on the counter right in front of him. She was still in her shorts and t-shirt she'd been wearing on Tenrou Island, probably hadn't even gotten something to change into yet. "Losing so much time, everything changing so much. I've lost nine years in total now with people I care about. It's… just strange to look at everyone we left behind in Magnolia, not just our fellow guild mates, but everyone in town."

It was a different look for the girl, usually so cheerful and carefree. Of course, Bickslow knew it was stupid to think just because Lisanna was a girl who smiled so often and was usually so upbeat that she could never feel pain. Hell, one look at Mirajane would have told him that often a big smile hid the most broken heart. To have been gone like this a second time must have really gotten to her.

"You know what you need?" he asked suddenly as he grabbed his bottle of whiskey and glass. "You need a drink. Come on."

"Bottoms up! Bottoms up!" his babies encouraged as the bounced around in the air around the pair of wizards. "Drink!"

She laughed a bit and nodded her head, going to grab her own glass and poured them both some of the amber liquid.

"I should be getting some dinner, not boozing it up," she said as she lifted her own glass to sip it down. Bickslow himself slammed it and allowed her to pour him another.

"Aw, what could it hurt?" he asked as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, already feeling better for the company. If distracting her from her own pain made him feel better, damn straight would he indulge. "Once we've had a couple, I'll walk back with you and make sure you get home safe."

"Thanks, Bickslow. That's very kind of you."

He shrugged a bit. It's not like it would hurt him any, and he might get a home cooked meal from Mira out of it for his troubles.

"So, do you know what will happen with Laxus?" she asked him as she worked on her own drink. "When I heard about his exile… about why it happened, I was so shocked. I'd hoped when he came to the island, he'd be back for good but..."

"He's still nearby. Don't worry," Bickslow replied giddily. "I don't think he'll stay away for long though. Just you wait, he'll be back in Fairy Tail in no time."

"I hope so," she said with a nod. "It doesn't feel right without him around. I bet Mira is missing him real bad already."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Oh! Nothing! Nothing!" she said quickly as she shook her hands. "I didn't say anything."

"Ooooh, I can tell it's something now," he stated with a grin. "You know something I don't you, eh, Lisanna?"

"Tell!" the dolls demanded. "We wanna know!"

"Ugh. I'm gonna get in trouble," she whined, taking a larger gulp from her glass this time and emptying it. Her cheeks were a bit pink, probably from the slip up, or was it the alcohol? Was she a lightweight and just one drink would effect her? He really wanted to know this secret, so he poured another and pushed it toward her. She was clearly still embarrassed but took it, holding it delicately in her two dainty hands.

"Mirajane liked Laxus… or at least she did," she admitted. "She's changed a lot since I was sucked into the Anima, so it's still kind of hard to read her like I used to be able to. She's not as obvious as Elfman is after all."

"Shit, really?!" he asked. "Her and the boss?!"

"It's not like anything is happening on that front!" Lisanna cried out. "She never even mentions him now! I guess she didn't like how he'd turned out, but he's so nice and everything now. He's as sweet as I remember. If Mira liked him before, she might still now. Though, I could be wrong. Maybe his actions during the festival changed all that."

"Eh, as much as I'd hate to admit it, babe, I think it was a lot more than the festival," he admitted begrudgingly. They'd all been kind of dicks back then, and he was man enough to admit it now. They'd all been to blame, even if Laxus had taken the entire fall himself. It also wasn't like things had been peachy keen before that either. "You really did miss a lot."

"I guess I did," she stated, her tone a little wistful. "It doesn't feel right, this hall. I miss the one I grew up in."

"It was always so full," he agreed.

"And joyful."

"And loud."

"It' was home."

Bickslow's and Lisanna's eye both widened as they looked at each other in surprise. They'd both said that last sentence at the exact same time, parroting the words without even meaning too. He noticed her cheeks get a dusty pink all over again as she looked away quickly. What was she so embarrassed about all of a sudden?

"Lisanna, if you need to-"

"Let me get more drinks," she interrupted suddenly as she went to the cabinet and started grabbing different bottles. "I learned a lot of them while in Edolas. Here, why don't you try some? It's not like we have a lot of missions on the board right now so I'll probably have to act as a bar maid for a while. Might as well keep in practice."

He sighed softly at her actions and suddenly placed his hand on the counter. Without any effort, he hopped over it and landed behind her. Her back was still to him as she rummaged through the bottles and he grabbed her shoulder to spin her around.

"Bickslow!" she cried out in shock, but her surprised expression fell away to confusion as he removed his faceplate and lowered his hood to properly look at her.

"You know it's okay," he said softly. "You don't have to force yourself to be happy for my sake, or anyone else. You can feel sad if you need to."

Bickslow didn't usually go out of his way to comfort other people. It wasn't in his nature, even after he'd gotten more comfortable and friendly in Fairy Tail with his fellow wizards. Still, he'd known Lisanna since they'd both been young. He could count the number of time she'd broken down on one hand and all of a sudden he had to wonder if there had been plenty of times she'd wanted to cry her eyes out but had held it in, hidden it away for the sake of others.

Ironically, encouraging her to cry was probably kind of dickish too, but when her eyes started to tear up he felt it would be better for her to just get it all out. He didn't hold her, just let his hands rest on her shoulders as she wept. With a small sigh, his eyes glowed green for a second and his babies laid out on the counter and went dormant. Lisanna would probably feel better for the privacy anyway.

"I miss it!" she sobbed. "I want Fairy Tail back! It kills me to see it like this! After my parents, being driven out of my hometown, Edolas, and now this! Why can't I have a home, Bickslow? Why?"

He cupped her cheek with one hand, wiping the tears away even as more kept coming. He really didn't know what to say. He himself had barely even had a home when he'd been younger, constantly moving from place to place. For a second memories of hay and grease paint invaded his mind, a large tent striped red and yellow and a train moving along the tracks that had sheltered him more often than any single roof had.

"Home isn't a place or a building, babe," he whispered softly. "It's the people you carry with you. It's the ones you won't let go of, no matter what. Even death can't part you, not really."

"Bickslow?" she asked in confusion but he just shook his head. Very few people knew the exact details of his life before the guild, and he was not keen on sharing, not at all.

"My point here is that you still have people around you that care about you," he stated. "The guild is our home, but it's not a building. It's not even this." He stuck out his tongue to show her his mark. "It's the people, okay? We're going to rebuild, and we'll get it back, all of it. As long as there is even a handful of people who have the dream of Fairy Tail alive, we'll be okay."

"Y-you promise?" she whispered.

"Yeah, babe. I promise," he assured her. "Just remember that. Fairy Tail is Master, your siblings, Natsu, even the cosplayer girl. It's you and me too."

He poked her in the chest, right over her heart.

"Fairy Tail is right in here. You can't ever lose that."

She smiled through her tears and quickly wiped at her face. She was still crying, but he could tell she'd be okay. Maybe she just needed to get it out. He was considering his job well done and was just about to get more to drink for himself before he felt arms wrap around him and her head rest on his chest.

"Thank you Bickslow. I really appreciate it," she breathed, looking up at him with eyes that seemed to shimmer even with her tears. It was funny. He'd been in the guild since he'd been a teenager and he'd practically watched her grow up. Still, to look at her now, petite against him but still well built, her heart shaped face lovely as she smiled, and her eyes as wide as ever but holding a wisdom along with innocence now… He couldn't believe it had taken him so long to notice after seeing her again but little Lisanna had really become a woman.

If the wizard had any brains at all, he would have pushed her away and excused himself. Maybe take her home and then just go back to the dormitories and sleep off the stupid thoughts suddenly invading his brain. He would certainly not wrap his arms around her waist and effectively trap her against his chest. Which only went to show he had to be some kind of moron because that is exactly what he did before he leaned in and kissed her.

Lisanna couldn't have expected the action, that was for sure, because she immediately went tense against him. He pulled away almost as fast as he'd dived in, knowing immediately he'd done something really fucking stupid. Shit, he'd fucked up. Any second she'd run off and tell her siblings and Mirajane and Elfman would race all the way over here to stomp him to death. Maybe he could track down Laxus and go on the lam with him. Yeah! They'd run off and create their own guild and it would be amazingly awesome and have booze and hookers he could drown in to forget he'd had such stupid thoughts in his head that had lead to him doing something so fucking…

Wait…

Why was she kissing him now?

He'd been so wrapped up in his own thoughts he hadn't even noticed her just look at him in surprise before she'd blushed a little bit and stood on her tip toes to plant a kiss on his lips. It was beyond shocking that she hadn't screamed her head off at his actions, and now here she was instigating it on her own.
If he were a bit smarter, he'd probably put a stop to it and force himself to think it over, but fuck it. Sometimes ignorance was bliss, or something along those lines.

Their lips just moved gently, slowly enjoying one another. It was rather tame, just pressing their lips together and enjoying the warmth from the other person. Wondering just how far he could take it, he opened his mouth a bit to suck on her bottom lip as his hand began to wander down to her shorts-clad bottom. She shivered but didn't stop him, opening her mouth and granting him access. He couldn't help but feel a ripple of pride inside of his chest as he pushed his tongue into her mouth to taste her. She tasted a bit like the whiskey she'd been drinking, and oddly enough mint. It mingled with the scent of lavender soap that wafted off her skin and he could only guess she'd washed up a bit before coming here to run her errand for dinner.

Speaking of which, he'd better hurry. If she was gone too long, he was sure someone would come looking for her, and all of a sudden he didn't want to share little Lisanna with anyone. Then again, he realized as he smirked against her lips and gave her bottom an eager squeeze with both his hands, she wasn't so little anymore.

"B-Bickslow," she gasped out from his actions. He did stop, but only to smack her backside, and action that made her jump and even further push herself against him. He could feel her breasts rubbing against him even with the layers of clothing on. Heh. Naughty girl was certainly enjoying this, wasn't she?

"Relax, babe. I got you," he purred to her as he picked her up and spun them around to sit her down on the counter. He licked his lips at the sight of her shivering, bathed in the light of the single lantern.

"Bickslow, you don't understand. I've never done this before," she explained. "That was my first kiss."

"I had kind of figured," he assured her. After all, it wasn't like Natsu had any idea what to do with a girl. She would've had to pin him down and had her way with him herself to get any action from him, and they'd both only been fifteen when she'd almost died. Well, perhaps he was surprised she'd never kissed the dragon since she'd always been so bold but maybe she'd just been waiting for him to make the first move. Too bad for the dragon, Bickslow knew exactly what to do for a woman in need. "Don't worry. I'll make you feel great."

He placed his hands on the bar on either side of her and pressed his tongue against her throat, slowly licking at her. She kept shivering against him, but she certainly didn't ask for it to stop, even arching her throat for him in order to grant him more access to her silky skin. Bickslow himself wasn't sure how far he'd go with this. She was accepting a lot, but he kept wondering if she'd come back to her senses and push him away.

It didn't seem to come though as her arms wove around his back and her hands dug into his hair. She kept making the cutest noises as he abused her throat, steadily getting harsher with her. Nibbling her skin and sinking his teeth in, he evoked a gasp from her as she quickly shook her head.

"Wait! I don't want any marks! Someone will see!"

Hmm, good point. Again, he remembered her siblings and how pissed they'd be if they found out about this.

"Well, I'll just mark a place they can't see then," he whispered darkly as he pushed her shirt up. Underneath was still her purple, frilly bathing suit she'd been wearing on the island and he eagerly pushed that fabric up as well. He noticed her blush as he exposed her so easily but instead of reassuring her, he only gave her a dark grin with his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He had a feeling she already was aware just what the tongue in question would be doing next.

"I… oh, Bickslow," she whispered as his mouth latched onto one of her breasts, though giving it no kindness. He immediately bit her and sucked hard as she suddenly jumped a bit. He only grabbed her hips to keep her still, working her chest over with a happy growl. She didn't have the figure her older sister did, probably still growing into her body, but nature had still been pretty kind to her so far. Firm and bouncy, he already decided they were perfect for caressing with his tongue. She squirmed a little as the tip flicked at her nipple but when he pulled away, she only grabbed his head and arched her back. "No! Don't you dare stop!"

"Heh. I wasn't going to, but I can tell there's somewhere else that needs my attention," he chuckled. "Come on, babe. Let's have some real fun."

"Real fun?" she whispered. "There's more?"

"Oh yeah. A grand finale if you will," he assured her as he gently pulled her off the bar and turned her to lean over it. His hands moved over her arms and made her spread her palms over the bar before pulling her hips out. He groaned harshly as her bottom bumped right into his waist, so close to the tent in his pants. Still, that wasn't what he was after. As fun as it would have been to fuck her right up against the counter, even he knew that would be going too far. Besides, they really didn't have that much time. He prided himself on his stamina and he really fucking hated quickies. He'd try to find a way to have her the whole night if his pants ended up coming off.

Besides, if he told himself this was all for pleasuring her and not himself, he wouldn't feel like such a creep for basically molesting her when she'd just needed comfort from a friend.

He paused for a second at that thought. Holy shit, was that his conscious speaking? It's not like she was resisting him, and she made it clear she'd wanted it before he'd done any coercing. So what if she was in love with another guy, or five years younger than him, or didn't even know him that well… or was jail bait young.

"Bickslow, what are you doing?" she whispered as she looked over her shoulder at him. It snapped him out of his sudden attack of doubt, though it lingered unpleasantly in the pit of his stomach. "Are you going to-"

"No," he said suddenly with a shake of his head, though he sunk down to his knees. Fuck it. He was horny. She was horny. They were just two horny people doing naughty things together that they were both totally, completely, most assuredly cool with. What could possibly go wrong? "Not enough time. I won't leave you high and dry though."

Before she could ask what he meant by that, he'd yanked her shorts and bikini bottom down. It assured him a little her womanhood was glistening. Yeah, she did really want this. Still, he dove in quickly, his mouth closing over her lips. He heard her scream a little in shock, and while he probably should have let her get used to the sensations, he just shoved his tongue into her and quickly began to lap at her.

Fuck, she tasted good, and her moans and cries were really fucking loud. He was glad they were on the outskirts of town or he might have been worried about someone hearing. Everyone in the guild was really protective of the girl and he knew if he was caught it wouldn't just be her siblings that killed him over this. Hell, he was willing to bet even Laxus and Freed would kick his ass. Ever would just straight out cut his tongue out, along with other appendages he was rather attached to.

She didn't seem to sense any of his guilt or foreboding as she bucked her hips and panted out happily. She was really getting into it and the way she moved he'd have thought maybe the dragon had shown her some moves. Lisanna suddenly didn't seem like a dainty little virgin anymore, that was for god damn sure. Still, she was just following the pace set by his tongue as his hands gripped her hips so tightly her skin would no doubt be bruised in the morning. He kept hearing snatches of words, encouragement she could barely get out between all the moans. The words, "More!" "Yes!" and his own name all she could really seem to actually say.

Her walls were beginning to tighten as her body tensed, and he could tell she was getting dangerously close. He wondered for a second if this was her first orgasm too. Surely she'd touched herself, right? It didn't seem to matter though as she suddenly screamed out loud, a piercing shriek as her whole body went rigid and she suddenly jumped a bit, going up to her tip-toes as if trying to escape his tongue. He wouldn't have it though, fucking her with it until she finally settled down and moaned softly, her whole body trembling and her skin now slick with sweat.

"I… I… oh god," she panted softly. Poor thing probably couldn't even move. He'd better do the responsibly thing for once and help her out.

He quickly grabbed a rag and checked it to make sure it was clean before setting it against her pussy. She jumped a bit, but he set a hand on her back to soothe her, rubbing circles against her shoulder blades.

"Relax. You don't want to go back a mess, do you?" he asked.

"Oh. I didn't think of that," she admitted.

"Well, good thing I'm here," he said, grinning even though she couldn't see it.

"Mmm, yeah. Good thing."

Uh oh. She sounded kind of wistful there. Not that he wasn't glad she had enjoyed it. He was, but…

He wasn't even sure why it was a bad thing. It just was.

"Here," he said as he helped her get dressed, pulling her clothing back on fully for her and smoothing down her hair a bit. She still looked a bit sweaty and would need another bath no doubt, but with luck her siblings would only think it was the long walk that had gotten her in this shape and nothing more. "You should get your food before your brother and sister worry."

"Oh… oh yeah. Good idea," she said with a nod before she bit her bottom lip. "Though, don't you need-"

He immediately grabbed her wrist when she reached for his crotch and shook his head.

"They'll get worried. You don't want to scare them," he urged. "Just go. I'm fine."

"Well, alright," she said before she went to the cabinet to grab some things. He tried not to look at her, suddenly seeing her even doing a mundane thing seemed so erotic. She really needed to go before he got stupid again.

"Would you like to come to dinner?" she asked him once she was done, but he only shook his head again, a little more forcefully this time. He had a feeling if he did, Mira would just somehow be able to tell. No way would he risk it.

When she finally left he sunk down to the floor and sat down behind the counter. A pretty pathetic way to end something so fantastic, but suddenly he felt kind of low about it. She hadn't seemed to have minded his actions, but he wasn't sure they'd been right. Ugh, what the fuck had he been thinking, touching her like that?

Slowly his babies started to come back to life, rocking against the wooden counter of the bar before they floated around him. He shouldn't have put them to sleep. Their presence probably would have kept her from agreeing to something like that. She didn't strike him as an exhibitionist. Then again, she also hadn't struck him as someone who'd willingly let her first time be getting tongue fucked by a guy she didn't even have feelings for.

"You know what, babies?" he asked as they flew around him, gently floating in the air. "Your older brother is a really fucking stupid idiot."

"Idiot! Idiot!" they chimed out in agreement.

He groaned again and his head hit the back of the counter. He'd been asking for that.

End of Chapter 1

Originally this had been meant to be a one shot, but I ended up getting more ideas before I even finished it, so I'll keep going. These two could always use more love after all. No reason not to give it to them. I'd only meant to give some hints on my own headcanon of Bickslow's past before Fairy Tail, but I think I'll fully explain it later in another chapter, along with the rest of Thunder God Tribe and Laxus. Also, sorry if I messed up on Lisanna's experience. I'm fairly sure she and Natsu never kissed. I mean, I seem to recall a smooch on the cheek but nothing beyond that. If they have, please let me know and I'll fix it.

Reviews are kind. Please share your kindness with me.