Title: Tomorrow
Category: Anime/Manga » Fairy Tail
Author: His Young Heart
Rating: M for suggestive adult themes and language.
Genres: Humor, Romance
Characters: Laxus D., Lucy H.
Summary: 1st of If You Leave Series: The walls were thin, very thin. Unfortunately. Lucy finds that her neighbor rather enjoys certain activities and isn't so discreet about it. Fed up with his antics she decides to confront him, only to become his object of desire. She finds herself in a persistent chase of sexual advances, overwhelming provoking, and Laxus' untamed appetite.

Author's Note:
A short, Modern AU multi-chapter work inspired by the album of the indie folk band from England, Daughter. I have an addiction to the idea of a Lucy-centric; I just love everything about her and of her, and yes, I ship her with nearly every living man…well, almost.

Disclaimer: Copyrights to Mashima Hiro; Fairy Tail belongs to him.

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Chapter 1

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The price was what caught her attention— it was manageable. Lucy would be able to pay off the rent without struggling too much. The building complex was next in line— it was perfect for her: the interior wasn't extravagant, but definitely more than decent. All in all, it was a deal she would take without a second thought. With the apartment complex being in the suburbs was a great advantage for her; being only a mile away from the city wasn't bad, plus there was a nearby market and convenience store. It was just too perfect of an opportunity to ignore, and before Lucy knew it she was standing before the high story complex.

Considering Lucy was only a single person, the movers had no difficulties settling in her furniture and boxes of belongings. She was glad they were friends of hers as they began moving the furniture into place, leaving the blonde woman to unpack. By late afternoon the men bid her goodbye after being repaid with beverages. Lucy smiled when she turned to face her completely furnished apartment. All that was left was to greet her neighbors and then she would drop a call to her parents that she was all settled in. With a streak of determination, the woman pinned her hair up, donned her apron, and set to make a quick lunch.

She never did decide whether she was glad her parents found it necessary that she learn domestic chores at an early age. Lucy knew all the tasks of being the "perfect wife" should she ever marry: cooking and baking eventually grew on her over time, cleaning the house with her mother was drilled into her head (which resulted in the perfectionism), and the woman discovered she had a specialty with children. Whatever charm she unconsciously emitted seemed to have children attach to her within a heartbeat, not that she minded. Lucy adored children all alike, which was why she was currently working part-time at a daycare and was a hired babysitter or nanny. One too many times she received compliments that she would make the perfect mother, although that thought always seemed to scare her. She was only twenty-three and could barely handle the idea of a boyfriend.

Deciding it was enough thinking about her love-life for one day Lucy cleaned up and set out to greet her neighbors. This summer was exceptionally hot, giving fear of a power outage, meaning no air conditioning. Caught up in her thoughts she absentmindedly knocked on the door beside her apartment. She waited. Another knock. She waited more. Her third attempt resulted in the same outcome. A frown marred Lucy's face at the absence of her neighbor. "That's rather inconvenient, or maybe rude," sighing, knowing it was pointless to stand there and wait, the woman continued her journey to greet the others.

By the end of the afternoon she became acquainted with an elder couple, a single mother and her three children, a future co-worker at the day care, and a few others. There was still that mysterious neighbor of hers next door. Lucy tried again when she was done greeting the others, but the silence only replied back. "I'll try tomorrow," settled on the goal, the woman returned to her apartment to make a call to her parents. Although, she swore she heard noises next door.

Lucy's attempt to greet her ghost-neighbor soon dragged on over the next couple weeks and eventually she gave up in trying. Was it actually an open apartment? She certainly couldn't mistake the few sounds she heard through the wall of her bedroom, so there must be someone living there. Either way she just didn't want to try anymore. One night as she was getting ready for bed she heard voices through the wall. So there was someone living next door.

The blonde woman shrugged the thought away; should they ever run into each other, then that would be their greeting. As the days went by Lucy began to become comfortable with the area. She wasn't foreign to Tokyo; she visited many times to see her friends, but now she was finally living in Tokyo. That reminded her that she wanted to make a visit to Levy this Saturday—

"Laxus!"

Lucy paused. Was she mistaken…? There was another moan and her world seemed to completely freeze in time. In that moment she didn't realize how twisted her life would become as she realized she had a neighbor who wasn't so discreet in his or her activities.

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Almost a month into living on her own and many times she's heard the same noise every couple of weeks. It was definitely a man living next door and he was definitely a womanizer of some sort. The nights he decided he wanted sex he would bring or invite a different woman each time. Lucy remembered running into a buxom brunette one night. The woman smiled slyly and winked at her before walking down the stairs, her flaring hips swaying all the way. The blonde woman had to hold her breath, because she could literally smell the sex overpowering the perfume on her, as if it was her natural scent. Lucy was glad she never greeted him, this 'Laxus' or whoever he was.

Eventually over time the noises were beginning to bother her greatly to the point of giving her a slight case of insomnia. She couldn't be falling asleep during her job, she needed it. It finally came to a night as Lucy was attempting to sleep when Laxus and his new partner burst into the bedroom and crashed into the bed, which resulted in a harsh collision of the headboard against the wall. Whatever fatigue that was successfully lulling the blonde woman to sleep was wrenched away as she was startled awake by the crash and the shameless moans following. All the ire that had been mounting within her was finally trickling out of its iron restraint. She was shaking in fury, feeling as though her rage was seeping through her skin as molten lava.

She didn't give a shit if she interrupted them, she was done, fucking done. Lucy ripped her blanket off her body, stomped her way out her apartment, and began to abuse the door, pounding her ire into each hit. She didn't stop until she heard an, "alright, alright, I'm coming!" pun unintended. She crossed her arms and bobbed her foot up and down in a rapid motion, wondering if her glare might implode the door. Lucy wasn't one to easily anger, so this was saying something. She was tired of enduring his antics, so being the rational one of the two was tossed out of her thoughts; she was too furious to calmly reason with the man. As soon as the door swung open she was met with a man donning a much irritated expression, which couldn't compare to hers.

The first attribute Lucy noted was his physique. Compared to her dainty, petite, yet buxom frame he was burly, towering, and greatly muscled. He was tall, a whole head taller than her. If she were to hide behind his back (the spans between his shoulder blades the same width as her head) no one would know. His rippled arms were crossed, much like Lucy's, across his broad chest speckled with forming droplets of sweat. A blanket was loosely twisted around his sharp hips in haste of answering the door, dangerously low and revealing a taut stomach of six abs and the distinct 'v' that trailed beyond his abdomen. He had spiked honey-blonde hair that plastered to his face from sweating and—as much as she hated to admit it—the most gorgeous pair of Slate gray eyes she had ever seen. An oddly lightning-shaped scar slit down his right eye, but that just gave him an air of danger. His being was the definition of delicious sex.

Despite his attractive exterior Lucy had the doubtless feeling that he could crush her in his powerful arms effortlessly. All the while she had been taking him in within a time spans of a mere glance, the man seemed to take his time roving his gaze over her. His eyes raked through her body, making Lucy feel as if his eyes were hands that were caressing her. His ogling reminded her that she was dressed in a mere chemise, thankfully one of her conservative ones. In any other situation she would have shudder, being greatly intimidated by his mere presence, however, she was far too angry to care how she or he looked at the moment.

Lucy stepped dangerously close to him until her bosom brushed the end of his sternum, glare becoming darker with malice, and thrust a finger into his bare chest. "Listen here you pathetic gigolo, for the past month and a half I had to deal with your bullshit of fucking your fair share of whores and sluts. I've just about had enough of hearing every damn noise through the fucking thin walls. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do a damn thing without hearing you and whoever you're rutting like fucking dogs in damn heat. I swear to the gods if I have to deal with your horny ass one more night I will personally come over to rip your balls off and feed them to you," by the end of her vulgar rant, Lucy was breathing hard through her nose to prevent herself from attacking him. To be honest, she would never in her whole life swear like so. She had never done so before, so having her blow up was, once again, saying something.

Telling by the completely shell-shocked expression on the man's face she knew she had done her job. The blonde woman retreated a respective distance, straightened herself, and took deep breaths. Her eyes were still icy-sharp and if looks could kill, or perhaps torture in this stead, he would drop dead within the fleeting moment of their eyes meeting. "Good night," Lucy bit out, spun on her heel (making sure her hair lashed at him), and returned to her apartment. She didn't regret anything, because she finally was able to sleep peacefully.

Lucy was contently making breakfast, humming to herself. Today was bright and balmy as always, but that didn't tamper her mood. After ranting at her neighbor she felt a huge burden lift from her chest. Her cooking, however, was interrupted with a knock at her door. A brief thought of fear that it was her neighbor crossed her mind, but she doubted he would confront her so soon, at least she hoped not. Cautiously approaching her door, she cleared her throat, and opened the door. Oh, gods, his feral grin had shudders rippling down her spine and goose bumps rise. There he stood, the Devil himself, towering over her as the night before with that wicked grin splitting his face.

"Good morning, Blondie," his grin widened, eyes glinting with every possible heinous intention.

Lucy promptly slammed the door in his face and bolted it shut. "Oh, no, oh, no, oh, hell no," her blood ran cold as he knocked insistently.

"Hey, what's wrong? Please open the door," oh, shit, she could hear the playfulness in his voice. His mock innocence frightened her.

"Go away!"

"Aw, don't be mean, Blondie! Come on, let me in, I brought a special treat as an apology for not greeting you when you first moved in."

"If you don't leave I'll call the police," miraculously her threat was effective. The man gave a sigh similar to a childish whine of being hurt and seemingly left. Lucy waited for five whole minutes, sweating in anticipation of hearing him. When silence was all that she heard, the woman sighed in relief. Perhaps it was a mistake to approach him after all.

"Blondie!"

Lucy shrieked as the blonde man appeared out of nowhere. He was standing there in the middle of her hallway with that damned feral grin carving his face and a tray of something in his arms. She felt rather faint, so faint she couldn't form a coherent sentence. "H-How… What… Y-You…" she squeaked when he advanced on her, eating up the safe distance between them in three long strides. Lucy stumbled back, nearly tripping, and collided into the door.

The man chuckled darkly, the vibration shaking her. He loomed over her, shadow swallowing her completely. "You know, Blondie, you should learn to lock your balcony. I like your room, by the way," his eyes sparked once, and then drooped seductively as he bended at his hip to level their eyes. "You gave me such a shock yesterday night, but I did enjoy the view. I prefer negligees, though, and I'm sure you could pull it off rather well," he was still smirking wickedly at her.

In a rush of panic, Lucy flung her arms out and shoved him away. He gave a sound of surprise as he skidded back. "Get out!" her voice was so shrill it seemed to shake the glass of the windows. "Get out of my apartment, you pervert!"

"Whoa, hey, hey, calm down!" he raised an arm to block her futile attempt of attacking him with her house slipper.

"You expect me to calm down when I have a freaking sex-addict in my home?! I'm calling the police!" and then she darted for her main phone, which was on a hallway table just a few feet away from them. The man was frighteningly quicker than her and managed to loop his arm around her slim waist, jerking her to a stop.

"Now, now, we wouldn't want that, would we, Blondie?" he chirped in her ear, inducing a shudder, which seemingly pleased him greatly.

Anger conquered her fear and Lucy struggled wildly in his arm. Her reaction compelled the man to set down the tray of food and wrap both thick arms around her small frame. Lucy fought even harder, adrenaline pumping through her veins. "Let me go!"

"Calm down, Blondie!" he grunted through clenched teeth. Being fed up with her fighting, he gave a warning squeeze, nothing too hard, but tight enough to alarm her. He wouldn't do anything to hurt her anyway. In fact, he admitted he enjoyed the sensation of her against his body. They melded flush against one another, racing hearts beating in rhythm, and flesh intimately meeting. A groan threatened to slip from his lips at the sensual feel of her in his arms.

Her scent was no better on him; he picked out a warm, golden honey aroma, as thick and rich as from the hive itself, making the sides of his tongue tingle and water. Then there was the soft scent of fresh linen, reminding him of the times he would jump into a fresh bundle of laundry his mother took out of the dryer. Finally, the distinctive mellow floral aroma of her skin slammed into him. This time he couldn't help the moan that spooled into the air. Along with her writhing body and her delirious scent it was difficult not to indulge further into his growing need. He didn't want to scare her too much, so he tightened his restraining arms, nearly wrapping twice around her body (that was how small she was compared to him), and growled out.

"I suggest you stop fighting so we can properly introduce each other, or I might just decided that we can do it another way," he purposely lowered her, making sure she could detect his growing arousal. That immediately made her freeze.

Recognizing there was no way out Lucy sighed in defeat. She slumped and grumbled underneath her breath. "Can you let me go now?" she helplessly pulled at the coiled arms attached to her torso. He only pulled her in closer, a gust of air leaving her lungs in the process. "Please," she turned to look over her shoulder and pleaded as best as she could persuade him.

"What if I don't want to?" the blonde man leaned forward, resulting in Lucy snapping her head away. Involuntarily, it gave access to her neck, which he all too happily nuzzled against. "I rather like this position," his purr reverberated and he smirked into the marble, white column of her neck as she gasped.

"Please," Lucy swallowed, "L-Laxus-san," like a command, he stopped in his actions and let her slide down. However, he still kept his arms securely locked around her.

Laxus spun her around so they faced, chest against chest…well, her chest against his ribs. "How do you know my name?"

She was unimpressed, pursing her lips and crossing her arms as best as she could. "It's hard not to when there are women screaming your name," she did have a point. Her answer only amused him further, his interest for her growing. She didn't like the way he smiled in that mischievous way.

"You little minx you, getting off on eavesdropping."

"My threat still stands," Lucy was flustered, but definitely more irritated.

"About feeding my balls to me?" the words rolled off his tongue so nonchalantly that she nearly laughed. Clearly he was unfazed by the threat, but that didn't mean he wasn't affected in more than one way. Although he didn't know her, he didn't expect a woman as such as she looked to drop curses like compliments. It wasn't just how she told him off, but the reason that she was smaller than he and, yet, had the gall to call him out on his antics was quite the sight. Within a heartbeat he was hooked; she wasn't just his mere neighbor, Lucy was the object of his captivation.

"Yes, and calling the police," she jerked away once, failed, tried again, but harder this time, and only compelled Laxus to tightened his clutch, if that was possible. "Are we just going to stand here all day?" she didn't bother to veil her aggravation, scowling and squirming.

"Do you prefer to lay down?" as he said this he began to lower them to the floor, which Lucy responded in a sharp 'no.' There was no way he was going to leave, her threat didn't even faze him. "Great, now how about we have breakfast as our greeting?" he was already pulling the woman, whom was helplessly resisting, her slipper-adorned feet sliding across the wood flooring. "I also made my own meat and potato stew, and I smell something delicious from your kitchen."

Lucy didn't have the chance to protest, for Laxus had already begun rummaging through her cupboards rudely. "Excuse me, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't go through my kitchen. I didn't even agree to this meet-up-breakfast!" she wasn't aware of what he was capable of, so she was extremely jumpy around him. Perhaps it wasn't such a wonderful idea to move here after all.

Breakfast was awkwardly silent, although Laxus seemed to be enjoying it far too much. As if she wasn't already uncomfortable enough, he took it to account to stare at her; not once did he look away, even as he ate his eyes were intently locked on her. Lucy usually would have been flattered at the attention, but this bordered obsessive and extremely unpleasant. And he just sat there, ogling her, not saying a word. She didn't know which one was worse: this silence or Laxus talking. Just as the blonde woman was about ready to explode under his gaze she snapped her head up, usual warm, brown eyes hard and glaring at the man.

"Stop staring at me, it's rude and downright creepy," she further exhibited her irritation by vehemently stabbing her chopsticks into a chunk of beef.

Laxus swallowed a mouthful of food, eyes narrowed. He was about to start a game, and Lucy wasn't sure she would win. "Is there anything wrong with me staring at you? It's not as if I'm going to do anything to you," not yet, was unspoken, but the pair knew it hung in the air.

"Of course there is, you're just staring at me, not doing anything."

"So, should I say something?"

"Don't."

"Then I have nothing else but to stare at you—"

"Oh, my gods," Lucy slapped her hands over her face, "you're so aggravating— why— why would you, how could you take an interest in me, just why?" having enough of her predicament, she stood, gathered her dishes, and prepared to wash them. There wasn't anything special about her, besides her gifted body (in thanks of her mother), and her talent with children, but why would someone like Laxus chase after her? She was startled out of her thoughts when an overwhelming heat wafted against her back and strong hands clasped around her slender shoulders. The blonde woman was rendered silent, coherent words unable to form and welding to her dry throat. His very warm fingers created searing paths down her shoulder blades, to the dip of her waist and to her flaring hips, suddenly latching there like clasps. His fingers found the slice of skin between her riding shirt and the pair of jean shorts, anchoring them firm and deep and suddenly yanking her to him.

Lucy felt the movement of muscles underneath his thin shirt as he flexed his arms in an attempt to keep from pouncing on her. Her back was painfully stiff and straight, every muscle in her body coiling tensely, and feeling as if her heart might burst out of her chest or she might faint from hyperventilation. Fear, it was blinding, deafening, and rooting into her blood. She was shaking in fear, her goose bumps clawing her skin. Not only did she notice his body heat, she felt the rigidness of his body against hers, she felt the distinct scorching, firmness of his arousal pressing against her, desperately wanting to press into her. When he slightly ground into her, Lucy jerked free and pushed him away, her lips trembling in a nervous smile.

"Thank you for breakfast, but it's best that you leave, I have work soon!" she jumbled out, attempting to push him away, but unsuccessful. "Excuse—"

Laxus pulled her harshly against him once more, an arm fastening around her waist and his free hand reaching to caress up her throat. Lucy swallowed, quivering under his touch in anxiety. He only bent his head, towering over her, and face devoid of emotion but intense. "I'll catch you before you get the chance to run away, in fact you'll be begging to have me take you," his fingers imprinted into her nape, lifting her face so their eyes connected, hard, ravenous gray clashing against wavering, dread-filled brown irises. The blonde woman made to rebuke, but could only give a gasp when Laxus surged forward and collided his lips to hers. He pulled her up until her toes were whispering on the tiles, as he brutally, voraciously kissed her.

Lucy's cries of protest were eaten, his dexterous tongue tasting everywhere and seeking pleasure. She yelped when his teeth sank into her bottom lip and sucked. It was rough, raw, yet passionate and earnest that she shook in his arms, a thick haze hovering in her thoughts. When the blonde woman sunk her nails into his shoulders it only spurred him; when she tried shoving and kicking him away he effortlessly restrained her, punishing her with a deep kiss that left her lungs burning and begging for air. It was a kiss that was foreign, forbidden, and meant for lovers. Lucy couldn't entertain the idea of a promiscuous relationship, encouraging her to bit his tongue, hard.

Pain shot in Laxus mouth, and he was almost stubborn enough to remain latched onto her, but he wisely pulled away. A thread of saliva connected their lips and broke when his head snapped sharply to the side; now his cheek prickled with stinging pain. Both were greedily gulping for air, Lucy fighting out of his grasp, but Laxus holding her tight to him. "Don't fucking touch me, you disgusting piece of—"

The huge blonde man chuckled bemusedly; he wasn't angry, no, he was aroused as hell and loving this woman with each passing second. "This was a parting gift," and then he released her and simply left, but not without having the last words, of course, "see you tomorrow, Blondie, perhaps we could continue further," he was smiling.

Lucy stood rooted to the spot, unable to process what had just happened. She snapped, "you're a blonde, too, you imbecile!" she pounded her fist against the wall with his apartment on the other side, knowing he heard. She had furiously scrubbed her mouth, nearly breaking everything in her way as she brushed her teeth, hoping it would forever rid of his taste. Her mood was spoiled for the rest of the day, an insurmountable fury boiling underneath her skin and blinding her vision blood red.

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End Author's Note: Thank you for reading!