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BTW this story is NSFW18+ - Adults only!

Her Secret – Chapter 1

Lucy POV

Lucy blushed, as MiraJane once again brought up the topic of pink haired brown eyed babies. Really, Lucy was getting sick of it. Everyone assumed because she and Natsu were so close that she had feelings for him. Of course, no one would accuse Natsu of harboring secret feelings for Lucy – he was after all oblivious to those types of things.

Lucy did however like someone, someone not even Erza or Levy her two closest confidants knew about. A certain green haired rune maige had caught her interest long ago. For a while, it seemed he and Mira would get together but neither one seemed willing to take that first step. Lucy had a theory that what was really keeping to two apart was Laxus. Either Freed suspected Laxus had deeper feelings than what he let on for MiraJane or Mira held Freed at bay, hoping Laxus would finally notice her. Lucy wasn't blind, she also suspected Mira's main motivation behind all her matchmaking and meddling, was her way of doing her damnedest to help others find their happily ever after's, even if she couldn't have her own.

Lucy just smiled at her friend. Either she was constantly paired with Natsu or Gray, neither one did she feel an inkling of romantic interest for, sure she loved them very deeply but as her family and nothing more. Over time, she learned (especially when it came to Mira) it was easier to smile and nod, than to try to constantly explain her true feelings.

What Lucy relished most however, were her days spent in the guild's library. Besides herself, the only other regular occupants were Levy (with the rest of Team Shadow Gear in tow) and Freed. It was the time when she was alone with Freed that she longed for most. Sure, they rarely talked and the first time he'd noticed her there, their was genuine shock cracking his normally neutral façade. But over time, the coldness she felt radiating from him melted away into a strange sort of camaraderie. They even began to smile and nob to one other, upon the other person's arrival into their shared haven.

Over the months, Lucy realized there was less interruption working on her story in the library. Team Natsu had essentially taken over her cozy apartment. Not to mention, Gray was constantly trying to read her unfinished work - when he very well knew she'd promised Levy could read it first. There was just something magical about the space. The dark interior, the gleaming wood floors while the sunlight streamed in, the books in shelves placed haphazardly around the room, the smell of the well preserved books, the soft plush chairs and large sturdy well-worn table right in the middle of the room. She found peace in the quiet with Freed, her words flowing naturally from her fingertips as she wrote. Her story eventually changing, so much so that she started another notebook devoted to her dirty imaginings, in which she and Freed were the stars. Something she could pour out all the pent up lust she began to feel for him. Whether Freed even noticed she was writing, she wasn't sure but she hoped he'd never find out her secret.

Freed POV

Freed noticed on more than one occasion the celestial mage furiously scribbling away. He often found himself wondering exactly what it was she was writing with such intensity. Being the gentlemen he was raised to be, he didn't dare ask. After all, she could be writing a diary or something equally as personal of that nature. He'd overheard her conversations with Levy - unintentionally of course, their volume making it near impossible to not be heard clearly - talking about a book she was writing. Impressed, he could only theorize that the time she spent writing was working on the novel in question.

If he were being honest with himself, he never would have imagined he and the celestial mage shared a love of reading and writing. The library being the last placed he would ever expect to find her and never would he have thought she would become a regular occupant. She had peaked his curiosity, for the celestial mage posed an intriguing paradox. At first glance she didn't look like the studious kind to enjoy literature and the pursuit of knowledge, he found her in essence the epitome of not judging a book by it's cover. And Freed's own nature made him the type to want to discover the secrets within, much like one of the many books he'd spent much of his life reading.

The first time she'd come here, he was positive the place would eventually be overrun with her gaggle of friends. Once that never came to pass, he found peace in the companionable silence they often shared. For as long as Freed had been in the guild, the library had been his sanctuary, an oasis from the rambunctious lot always occupying the guild hall. Freed was pleasantly surprised despite the company she kept, she seemed oddly normal. Then again, the same could be said for himself; between Bickslow and Laxus, both were rather obnoxious at times and quick to fight. Still, not many people genuinely surprised him, nor was it often he found himself truly content in a veritable stranger's presence.

It was on one of these days, both he and the maiden were equally divested in their own work that his concentration was broken with a loud gasp. The spritely blonde then jumped up, rapidly collecting her things and leaving the library at a run. In her hast to depart, she dropped her precious notebook. It seemed purely accidental as he watched it slip from her bag. After finishing the page he was working on, he went over and retrieved the forgotten article. Tucking it into his jacket, determined to see it returned, he descended the stairs into the guild's main hall. He noticed a flash of golden hair, heading out through the doors into the sunlight. Freed wasn't sure what to do, so he decided to head over to the bar to inquire about her whereabouts.

"MiraJane, I was wondering if you could tell me where Ms. Heartfilia was heading to in such a rush?"

"Why Freed, have you taken an interest in our dear Lucy?"

"No, she left behind a book in the library in her hast, I thought she'd want it returned to her."

"Awww Freed, ever the gentleman." MiraJane said with a smile. "Unfortunately, she was late meeting Team Natsu at the train station. They left on a mission that could take at least a month." She explained while drying glasses behind the bar.

"I see." Freed said with a nod.

"You could leave the book with me, I'll return it to her once she gets back." She offered.

For some reason Freed found himself reluctant to hand over the celestial mage's notebook. He doubted MiraJane would read it, however he didn't want to chance it'd fall into the wrong hands before she'd returned.

"Never mind." Freed lifting his left hand without thought, making a swiping motion. "I'll return it to the shelf, if she still needs it, upon her return it'll be there waiting for her."

"That's still very thoughtful of you." MiraJane said with a light blush dusting her cheeks.

"I know how I am with books, if it were me it would bother me to no end not to finish at least the passage I was reading." He shrugged and walked back upstairs to the library to gather his things.

His concentration now broken, he decided it'd be best to return to his home and see if his recent acquisition had arrived. He'd recently purchased what was boasted to be one of the oldest tomes on rune magic's ever recorded on paper. He spent a hefty sum on the book, just over a million jewel, but if it truly contained the oldest rune spells, it would be worth its weight in gold and then some. As he retrieved the book from his post box, he entered his house and went into his private study. No one but him ever entered this room. He carefully unwrapped the package at his massive mahogany desk, after putting on a pair of white cotton gloves, not wanting to deteriorate the book or ink any more so than it may already have been. He was rather impressed by the care that had been taken in it's packaging. With the book free, he noted the age was correct and was pleased he'd never come across this rare of a book before.

Moving to sit, he unbuttoned his jacket, the celestial mage's forgotten notebook falling to the floor. He bent to retrieve the notebook a second time that day. This time taking note of the floral patterns covering both the front and back cover. Somehow the pattern fit with what he knew of the maiden's feminine personality. He gently placed it on the left side of his desk before sitting and returning to his examination of the rune tome. He removed one of his notebooks from his desk, with a simple black cover and began to translate Latin to Japanese.

Ordinarily, Freed would be completely immersed in a book of such importance, however his attention kept being drawen back to that pretty floral notebook. After an hour of trying and failing to force himself to focus on his work. He made a sound of disgust and unceremoniously dropped her notebook into his desk drawer. Still his eyes kept making their way over to the drawer, finally he stood and walked over to his sideboard, where he stored his favorite alcohol. He poured himself a scotch but instead of sipping it slowly, savoring the age and favor, he downed it in one gulp. Fire raced down his throat heating his insides. Now, maybe he could abandon his curiosity in favor of something truly worth his time.

And yet still, upon returning his attention to the rune tome, try as he might, his conscience warred with his curiosity. He opened the drawer, holding her notebook in his hands, he absentmindedly began tracing the pink flowers littering the front cover. 'I am a gentleman.' He told himself. 'And a gentleman would never go through a lady's personal belongings without her expressed permission.' But though Freed was a gentleman, he also had a darkness in him, a devil on his shoulder if you will, that encouraged bad behavior. Freed spent much of his life learning to control that aspect of himself, but here alone in the confines of his study, no one but him would be the wiser if he read the maiden's notebook. Turning the cover and folding it to the back, he began reading the first page…

The library is quiet. The silence only broken when a page is turned or a pen is scribed across a paper. He's here again. He always seems to be here, distracting me, making me think things I shouldn't. Like how even across the room, with the air heavy with the scent of old books and dust, I can still smell him. Clean and woodsy but all male. He overwhelms my senses and doesn't even have a clue. His long elegant fingers turning pages and how jealous I am over those pages because I wonder how his fingers would feel moving along my naked body. Would he revere me the same way he does his book's?

Today his hair is pulled back into a bun, I can only assume it's because he doesn't want the constant distraction of it falling into his face. How I long to caress it, feel it move against my skin. The way it shimmers golden green in the sunlight. It's like the sunlight finds him just to tease and torment me. If only he'd see me, focus on me with that kind of intensity.

I can just imagine it, Freed looking up at me, finally noticing the naked lust in eyes directed at him. Him coming over in the quiet library, with an animalistic intensity in his eyes. Grabbing my hair at the roots and kissing me with such an aggression my knees go weak. His tongue plundering my mouth, laying claim to me. Shoving me back onto the table after scattering everything to the ground with the single swipe of his hand. Would he remove my shirt freeing my unbound breasts first? Or would he be so overcome with desire he wouldn't bother with anything except tearing off my panties, freeing his cock, driving himself deep and hard into my warm waiting depths. Would it fill me, stretch me, make me scream his name breaking the silence of our private sanctuary?

Oh how I long to scream his name! Sure when I'm at home, alone in my bed touching myself, his name whimpers freely from my lips while reaching my climax. But to feel him, the real flesh and blood man, to have him inside me in a place no man has ever been, to readily give him my innocence. That surely would shatter not just me but my entire existence. Just thinking about it, imagining it, is giving me goosebumps. I wonder what he'd think if he knew how wet I was sitting here fantasizing about him. Would he bend me over this table and take me from behind rutting like animals? Pumping and thrusting, until all I could make were unintelligible words and ragged moans. Mavis, my pussy just clenched and I had to press my knees together just now, I hope he didn't notice.

Damn Cana! All her naughty – no, extremely naughty stories, I wouldn't know any of these things if it wasn't for her. Now all I have to do is close my eyes and imagine it's me and Freed. To think I used to be such a naïve little virgin, now thanks to her, I can never be the blissfully, innocently unaware Lucy again! I haven't even been kissed in over a year! Would Freed even be interested in taking my virginity, making me a woman? Some men put such a high importance on virginity, especially when women are older, they're afraid too many feelings are involved. But, even if Freed never spoke to me again afterwards, I'd still want him to be the one. Not that I think he would, he's too much of a gentleman to act so coldly towards a woman. Ugh, Freed! He has no idea how much I crave him. I've never felt this way about anyone, ever.

Haha - what would I even say to him? Hi Freed, I'm Lucy, we don't really know each other all that well but I think you're smart, sexy, kind, and I'd really like it if you'd please fuck my brains out. Yeah, that would go over well. Mavis, if he knew the kinds of things I was writing about him, I'd never be able to look him in the eyes again, I can barely now.

Until later,

Me

Freed put down the notebook. His breath shuddering while he adjusted himself, his cock uncomfortably stiff in his pants. Never had he'd been this intrigued by a woman - or this aroused. The words beautiful written, they spoke not only to his mind but his body as well. Granted he never in his wildest dreams pictured anyone imagining such salacious thoughts about him. Little Lucy - the female, every red blooded male in the entire Fairy Tail Guild wanted, wanted him. In a way, he felt honored that she would choose him. He couldn't think straight nor keep his desire contained, he reread the passage again taking himself in hand. The thought of Lucy's luscious body and dirty mind were all his for the taking, if he deemed it so. That thought alone forced him to bring himself off in his private study.

"Lucy." He grunted, her name on his lips as he caught his release into a handkerchief. His neck arching back, exposing his throat, his body going limp as the pleasure ran through his body.

'Things are bound to be interesting once she returns." Freed thought to himself as an out of character smile graced his lips. Until then, there was much more written within her little notebook to keep him occupied. He sat up, righting his clothing, washing his hands, then finally using his thumb to fan through the almost entirely filled notebook; feeling a spark of excitement, his cock twitched in his pants, as he wondered what other treasures lay hidden inside.

A/N: This is my first fanfic, I'm tempted to say be nice but in all seriousness, I prefer honesty. So, if you feel the need to tear me a new one, by all means. But, what do you think? Did I miss an error? Anything you think needs improving? I personally adore Freed. I know, I know - NatLu is canon, no amount a wishing on my part will change that. Even if I am more of a GraLu shipper. Idk, Natsu is just too much of a Lolita character type for me to really ship him and Lucy, unless one day he decides to man the f*** up. Any who, this is just the first chapter, I plan to add more soon. Technically I've been writing fanfic for a while, this is just the first story I've ever had the balls* to publish. (*I don't actually have balls because I'm a woman but the term feels right either way.) Enjoy & Happy Reading!