A/N: I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL


The Secret Boyfriend

I emerged from the bathroom sighing, "Mmmm, nothing like a nice hot bath to relieve the stress of the day."

I just came back from a week-long mission with Team Natsu. On our mission we had to capture this bandit that used potions to hypnotize and control people, but it only lasts for a couple of minutes. And each time he uses it on the same person, the time increases by 5 minutes. As usual, Natsu got motion sickness from the train, Gray and Natsu destroyed some of the famous places in the town just to find and capture the guy, Erza stopping their fights when it started, Happy "helping" us out, and using our whole reward money for the destruction that "we" caused.

I deeply sighed, 'I'll never get to pay my half of the rent anytime soon, am I?...Well, at least we completed the mission, right?...Yeah! And that's all that matters!'

Straightening my posture, I secured the towel tightly around my body, so it wouldn't fall, and headed towards the kitchen for a little snack. Going down the hall, I made my way to the fridge. In the fridge, I spotted the milk, right next to it was the last strawberry yogurt, some bacon and sausage right next to that, a couple of bottled water above them, and a carton of eggs right next to those.

Craving something creamy, I looked between the milk and yogurt while murmuring to myself, "Hmm, should I drink the milk and then eat the yogurt? Or should I eat the yogurt first and then wash it down with the milk? But then I don't wanna be having two dairy products at the same time...hmmm...maybe I should eat the yogurt and then wash it down with water?" Nodding to that idea, I grabbed the strawberry yogurt and closed the door with my hip then made my way over to the utensils. Grabbing a spoon, I then ripped off the foil lid; licking it clean off of extra yogurt, placing it on the counter to throw away later, and dug into the creamy strawberry goodness.

Leaning against the counter, enjoying my little snack, I noticed my towel had loosened a little, so I put the spoon in the yogurt, placed it aside, and fixed it. After redoing and retightening the towel, I made a grab for my yogurt, but ended up feeling the flat counter top. Turning to where I placed it, I didn't see any sign of it anywhere. Then I checked the other side and spotted my yogurt in someone else's hand.

"Lookin' for somethin', Cosplayer?" The voice teased. I didn't even bother looking up to confirm that, that was Bickslow. Also, because of that annoying little nickname he uses; it just gives him away. 'How the heck did he get in here, anyway?"

"Nope," I declined before taking the container from his grasp, then continued sarcastically, looking up at him with fake gratitude, "but thanks for taking care of my yogurt, Bickslow. I can't even imagine what would've happened if you hadn't found it for me," then flashed him a smile, "I really appreciate it." Then leaned back against the counter and continued eating.

As I was about to get another spoonful of yogurt, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bickslow's bare arms appear on either side of me, trapping me between him and the counter. Casually, he moved forward until his bare chest came in contact with my knuckles, making him stop his movements from getting any closer. I pulled myself off the counter and backed into the space, to try and put some distance between us, but he just moved closer, as if not wanting there to be any more space between us. To me, it kind of felt like we were dancing a little. Mentally giggling at the thought, I glanced up at his already smirking face; making note that his visor was off.

"Don't I deserve a little reward for my heroic act?" He questioned, lifting an eyebrow while his smirk widened.

Aware of what he was implying, I felt my cheeks heat up. As I saw his face coming closer, I tightened my grip on the container and spoon. Now realizing what I was holding, I felt my face return to its normal temperature and took the spoonful of yogurt out to shove it in front of his face, grinning.

He blinked twice, both of his brows scrunching together and crossing his eyes to look at the yogurt then he blinked again and turned his focus on me with a confused expression.

"Your reward!" I proclaimed, still grinning, as if answering his unspoken question. Then pushed the spoon closer to his mouth, urging him to open.

He stayed like that for a moment, unsure of what to do.

Thinking that he wouldn't make a move, I took the spoon in my mouth, and ate the yogurt; his eyes on me the whole time. Putting the spoon back in the container to get more, I then put it to where it was before; offering the "reward" to him again.

Shaking his head, he chuckled lightly, then grinned, murmuring, "Stupid." Before leaning down and taking the spoon in his mouth. I smiled brightly when he finally "accepted" it. Then I got another spoonful and automatically offered it to him, but as he came close to it, I quickly pulled it in my mouth. I let out a laugh when he stared at me with his mouth wide open. He just looks so cute when he has that expression, being caught off guard; I just had to do it, you know?

"Aww," I cooed, as I got another spoonful and offered it to him, but he just turned his head, refusing it. I giggled, "I'm sowwy." Then I went on my toes to kiss his cheek and settled back to the ground, putting the spoon in front of him once again. I lightly chuckled when he hesitantly took it in his mouth, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. 'Cute.'

We both continued sharing the yogurt until there was only one last spoonful left. Bringing the spoon to my mouth, I ate half of it and feed the rest to Bickslow. Taking the spoon out of his mouth, I pressed my lips to his for a peck before handing him the now empty container of yogurt and spoon to put away; while I went to the fridge to get the bottle of water.

Once I came back, with the water in hand, I stopped a few feet in front of him to take in his appearance. He was leaning against the counter with his defined muscular arms that was crossed over his chiseled chest, just above his rock hard 6 pack, and that deep V cut that traveled down into his towel. All the blood came rushing to my face when I realized that he was only in his towel and... Quickly snapping my head to his face, I saw that he was laughing, loudly, with his head tilted to the ceiling and tongue lolling out, showing off his guild mark.

"What's so funny?" I snapped as I neared him, crossing my arms over my chest, mimicking him and glaring at him, waiting for an answer.

When his laughter died down, he responded, lifting a brow and smirking, "Did ya see somethin' ya liked?"

I tightened my arms across my chest, unconsciously pushing my boobs up. I felt my face become even hotter, almost the same temperature as Natsu's fire. Then let my head drop toward the ground, embarrassed. Suddenly, I felt Bickslow's arms pull mine from my chest and down to the sides. Then he took the bottle out of my hand and placed it on the counter. With his other hand he grasped the side of my neck and brought me closer, so that we were touching foreheads.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I know you hate it when I tease you, but," lifting his forehead from mine and moving the hand that was on my neck to my chin, lifting my face up toward his dark red eyes, he continued, "babe, you just look so cute when you blush like that."

My heart skipped a beat and I think I was tearing, but I couldn't tell because after a second, I literally jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist, no longer caring if we were only wearing a towel, and also wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling his hands behind my knees to hold me in place. Moving with his lips, passionately, I felt a faint squeeze on my ass, but deciding that it was nothing, I continued to kiss him letting my head turn slightly to get better access.

After a couple of seconds, it happened again, but this time the squeeze was harder making me let out a yelp. Instantly pulling our lips apart, I looked at him with wide eyes to see that he was already smirking at my reaction.

"Somethin' the matter, Cosplayer?" He asked innocently.

Feeling myself get flustered, yet again, I unwrapped my arms from around his neck and held his shoulders, to use as a leverage as I removed my legs from around his waist to stand, but only managed to get one foot (or my toes) to barely touch the ground as he was keeping the other leg secure with his other hand, preventing me from escaping.

His smirk widened at our intimate position and at how my face became the same color as Erza's hair.

"U-u-uhh...umm..." I stuttered looking down as I felt his hand slowly slide the towel over my butt to my lower back, leaving it exposed to the cold air; sprouting goosebumps throughout my body.

Somehow, when he slid his hand back down to my now naked butt, my towel stayed in place, like it was magically glued there or something.

As I was trying to ignore his hand from groping my butt, I hesitantly lifted up my head to his still smirking face, took a deep breath, and opened my mouth to respond to his question. That is, until the towel fell from my body and dropped to the ground leaving me naked, in a weird position with Bickslow, and right now I'm pretty sure that he was enjoying this situation. 'Why?...Why?!...WWWHHHHYYYYYYYYYY?!' I thought blushing even more, if that were even possible.

We both stared at each other for a while, then adjusted ourselves a little to get a good look at the fallen towel behind me, and stared at it for a moment.

As I made a move to grab it, Bickslow squeezed my hip and calf painfully hard, making me wince, denying any more movements. Turning my gaze from the towel to Bickslow, I saw that he was still looking at my towel, but instead of a smirk, he...grinned?

"Are you tryin' to seduce me?" He asked, pulling me with him as he leaned back against the counter to get a good look at my face.

Still blushing, I looked passed him, avoiding his eye contact, and replied stuttering,"W-w-w-what? T-the t-towel was...p-p-probably just loose again and...s-so when yo-" Bickslow interrupted, pressing his lips roughly against mine. I stiffened before melting into him a second later. Letting my hands glide to his naked chest, having a feel of it before the moment ended.

Shortly after melting into him, Bickslow suddenly pulled away to rest his forehead on mine again. Gazing into my eyes, he softly chuckled. I was about to pout when he recaptured my lips again and immediately asked for entrance by licking my bottom lip. 'This is all too weird-no, inappropriate. We're standing here, lip locking in the kitchen while the only thing separating us from going any further is a simple towel. The kitchen is supposed to be used for cooking and food! Not for a hot, steamy, make out session with your secret boyfriend! No matter how handsome he is or how cute he gets when he's shocked or how my heated body is pressed firmly against his or even how his soft lips is moving passionately with mine causing my body to melt into him; it needs to STOP!'

I willingly opened up for him, granting him entrance; and he eagerly shoved his tongue inside to explore. I moaned a little when I felt his tongue poke mine, as if encouraging it to play. Feeling his slide along mine and twirling it around, I accidentally let out a rather loud moan. I wanted to pull away, but ended up not having the strength to do so. After a while of "playing", his tongue started wrestling with mine: pushing, twirling, and poking for dominance. Obviously, he won.

Taking control of the kiss, he stood up to his full height, without losing any contact of our lips. Feeling his hand slide up from my hip to between my shoulder blades he pulled me closer, squishing my boobs against his chest. I let out another moan from the heat, as his other hand kept a firm hold of my leg.

Desperately in need of air, I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. Struggling to look up at him with glazed eyes, heavily panting, and my heart pounding in my ears. He rested his forehead against mine again, equally out of breath, keeping his eyes closed.

As I felt the warmth of his other hand travel from behind my knee to my waist, I slowly set my leg down grabbing a hold of Bickslow's shoulders again in the process, to avoid from falling because of how stiff my muscles were from being in that position for too long. As my leg slowly went down, his other hand moved from between my shoulder blades to my upper arm. From there, his fingertips gently trailed up to cup the side of my face causing me to sigh lightly from the heat.

Catching my breath, I blinked a few times to clear the glaze from my eyes. But ended up closing them fully, feeling too tired to even try.

"Lucy," he barely whispered.

"Hmm?" I hummed in response, my eyes still closed.

"Lucyyy," he whispered again. All the while feeling his nose nuzzle mine, as if encouraging me, he continued, "look at me."

Tiredly doing as he says, I opened my eyes and looked up into his. He gazed down at me with so much adoration and love that the glaze and tiredness evaporated and a small gasp passed through my lips.

"When you made that face, Lucy, I couldn't help myself ," he mumbled, pressing his lips to my forehead. He continued, "You're so beautiful, Lucy," then he kissed my nose, making me blush. And with just a hair strand between our lips, he finished firmly, "I love you, Lucy." and finally took my lips in his once again, but instead of blushing more, I stiffened. 'D...did he just...? H-h-h-he's not serious...is he? But he said my name...3 times! He never says my name that many times! He would only say it when he wanted something or when he got worried about me. Other than that, it was always "Cosplayer" or even "Princess" sometimes, never "Lucy" nor "Lucy Heartfilia"...unless...unless he actually means it...'

When we broke apart, I stared at him. As I looked into his eyes I tried to find any hint of regret or hesitation in them to see if what he had said was really true. Seeing none at all, I felt the corners of my lips being tugged to a big smile. I then placed my hand over his, that was on my cheek, and leaned into it, closing my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw that his were looking straight at me with that same expression that makes him look irresistibly cute. I giggled. Keeping my eyes on him, I turned my head toward his palm and kissed it gently. His eyes had gotten even wider, if that were even possible, and his cheeks were a faint blush. His reaction made me giggle more, which turned his faint blush to a deeper shade the longer I laughed.

When I got my laughter under control, I turned my head back towards him and saw that he still had that same expression on his face. Suppressing another fit of giggles, I raised myself up on my toes again to lightly peck his lips and settled back to the ground. Upon seeing his face, the deep blush had disappeared and his usual pervy expression, with his tongue lolling out, replaced his shocked one. He seemed to act like his original self, because the next thing I knew I was being carried, bridal style.

"Come on Cosplayer, let's go to bed." He said, looking down at me with a grin.

Giving him a grin of my own, I chanted loudly, "Bed! Bed!" While pumping my fist in the air, then chuckled as I sounded like his Babies.

He laughed loudly at my imitation.

"As you wish, Princess, hold on tight." This time, I laughed as he sounded like Virgo, then circled my arms around his neck and held on tightly as he started to our room.


Entering our room, he gently laid me down on the bed and I watched as he headed to the drawers to grab a pair of boxers. Suddenly blushing, I quickly pulled the satin dark blue covers up to my mouth and faced my back to him. I just got a good view of his sculpted butt.

'When did his towel come off?! I'm positive that he had it on, bu-' I flinched when I felt Bickslow's arm wrap around my waist under the covers, interrupting my thoughts; then relaxed as he pulled me to his hard chest.

We stayed like that for who knows how long, laying there in silence. Feeling his steady heartbeat and warmth against my back and our breathing being the only thing being heard in the room.

"Bickslow." I whispered weakly, afraid to break the silence.

Not getting a response, I pulled the blanket from my mouth and whispered again, a little louder, "Bickslow?"

Again, no response. I tried again, turning my head, "Bicks-" I stopped in the middle of his name, when I saw that he was already fast asleep.

Slowly turning my body to face him, so to not wake him, I slowly lifted my hand to his face and gently cupped his cheek, rubbing my thumb along his tattoo's foot to his cheekbone. Stroking his cheek a couple more times, I fixed my eyes to his still closed ones and smiled tenderly at his sleeping face.

"I love you too, Bickslow." I finally confessed. Then I pressed my lips to his chin, seeing that I couldn't move any higher, unless I wanted to wake him, but avoided doing so. Raising my head from his chin. I checked to see if he was still asleep. Confirming that he still was, I rested my head back on the pillow and let my hand slide down his face to the mattress beside my head. Closing my eyes, I started to let sleep take over, until his arm pulled me more into him. A small smile graced my lips as I snuggled even closer to him to get more comfortable and soon drifted into a dreamless sleep.