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BixLu Week Day 1 – Fix The day started out with Lucy agreeing to help Mira around the guild so how is it that she ended up locking lips with the resident Soul Mage? Bixlow was already head over heels for Lucy but when he darted across the guild to catch her as she fell he never expected to end up with both of them sprawled out on the floor of the guild her hands clenched into his shirt or her warm lips pressed to his.

Bixlow paused just inside the guild doors. Of all the things he could imagine that he would see today, the sight of a barefoot Lucy dragging an enormous ladder across the hall was not one of them. He found the sight of Lucy's swaying hips distracting even as she struggled with her cumbersome load. As he stood watching her hips sway Bixlow found his thoughts quickly turning toward more private thoughts.

"Starting your torture early I see, Bix." Ever snickered once before she smacked her fan against the back of his head. "Don't you get tired of staring at her like a creeper?"

Ever's taunting drew Bixlow from his less than acceptable thoughts of the young blonde. He grumbled unintelligibly under his breath, rubbing the back of his head. Willing his feet to move him forward Bixlow made his way to the bar, with the way the day was shaping up to be Bixlow knew he needed a drink, or more than likely, several.

"Oi, Mira! What's Cosplayer doing?"

'Cosplayer! Cosplayer!' his babies chanted for her as he asked Mira for a beer. Mira smiled brightly as she set his drink in front of him.

"Oh. I asked Lucy to help me clean and fix up a few things after last night's festivities."

A low hum was the only response Bixlow gave the demon as his attention was once again drawn to the sway of the spirit mages hips as she climbed the rungs of the ladder. Unbeknownst to Bixlow, Mira began grinning with a knowing look in her eyes as she watched him thinking. Although Mira could not see Bixlow's eyes she would be correct for assuming they were trained on Lucy. Bixlow missed Mira's smirking at her secret partner Freed, another smile tugging at her lips. It seemed that Free had not been kidding when he told her that Bix had secret feelings. Her gaze twinkled as Mira became determined to fix the two mages up now.

The sudden shock that ran through Bixlow's system had him hissing in mild pain as lightning bounced from muscle to muscle. The day had barely begun but Bixlow discovered he was already tired of his team teasing him over his infatuation with Lucy. Grabbing his beer and thanking Mira, Bixlow forced his eyes from Lucy and went to join the others at the Raijinshū table.

"Can honestly say I never thought I'd see the day you would be so wrapped up in a girl that she took over your thoughts. More than that, Blondie's managed to do it without even trying. God you're such a masochist when it comes to her."

Laxus started ribbing Bixlow before he even made it to the table.

"Shove it, Laxus."

Another jolt of lightning surged through Bicklow's body. Grumbling about Laxus being a sadistic jerk, Bixlow took a sip of his beer hoping for silence from the three idiots he called his friends and team. Retreating into his own thoughts, Bixlow was glad that, for the moment at least, his team was backing off.

Lucy balanced precariously on the top of a ladder in the middle of the guild hall. She was helping Mira take down the last of the decorations from the over the top party Mira had thrown the previous night. They had celebrated yet another couple getting together.

Gajeel and Levy finally made it known to the She-devil that they were in fact "dating" if you could call being mated to any Dragon Slayer dating. Mira had immediately demanded details and quickly found out that they were mates. According to Gajeel they had been mates for close to a month. The news upset the demon matchmaker who deemed it unacceptable that she had not been made aware right away. Lucy had never seen Mira pull a part together so quickly as she did last night's celebration.

Lucy still wasn't sure how she let Mira talk her into this particular situation, but she was glad to help her friend. As it was, Lucy was standing near the top of the ladder leaning out, her fingers stretching for the end of one of the remaining streamers looped over the rafters.

"Are you sure this wouldn't be easier for one of the guys, Mira?" Lucy called down to the white haired bar maid as she poured a beer for the Seith mage.

"Oh! Lucy. You're doing fine. I know you can handle it." Mira called back sweetly, eyes aglow with mischief.

Lucy shook her head and sighed. She was sure that the demon was up to something but Lucy did not have the energy to be alarmed. She tugged lightly on another streamer, smiling as it pulled loose and fell into a coil on the floor below her. Lucy took another step up the ladder. Her shins alone were pressed tightly against the top of it as she stretched her body toward yet another decoration. As Lucy's fingers curled around the last strip of crepe paper hanging in that area, the ladder rocked to the side. Glancing beneath herself, Lucy's eyes widened in dawning horror at the ball of tangled limbs belonging to Natsu and Gray.

Lucy did not have time to yell at them as the duo slammed far harder into the legs of the ladder, flinging the ladder out from beneath Lucy's body. The sudden jolt and collapse of her support sent Lucy airborne. Lucy screamed in terror, eyes slamming shut, waiting for the agony of an impact from falling from almost two stories up.

Bixlow watched Lucy from the Raijinshū's self-claimed corner of the guild. He was glad for the relative privacy his visor gave him. Only his team's familiarity with his infatuation would know Bixlow was watching the blonde woman. Not that it mattered if he had the secrecy his visor, or not. They would rib and tease him relentlessly either way. When Ever found out, she made sure the others knew. It was her payback for all the taunting Bixlow gave the Fairy mage over her attraction to Elfman. She had made Bixlow's torture over his love interest into her personal mission. Ever took great pleasure in taunting him every chance she got.

He watched as Lucy padded across the guild dragging the ladder again. She looked up at the rafters with distaste. It was then that he noticed that she had opted to leave her sandals by the bar. Her arms crossing under her bountiful chest, making them push up just slightly. Bixlow had to take a draw from his beer to keep from groaning at the sight she made. Instead of her usual body hugging attire, Lucy's new attire was an even bigger tease, if that was possible.

Lucy was wearing low rise denim capris that clung to her ass and legs like a second skin. Bixlow noticed how Lucy's deep blue three quarter sleeve sweater hung loose on her shoulders. The plunging neckline shifted to flash the top of her black lace bra each time she was facing Bixlow's position. Whenever Lucy dropped her arms, the fabric drifted lower over her chest as she reached for crepe streamers. The sudden flash of the full lace bra sent a pulse of fire through Bixlow's veins as he imagined all the wicked things he wanted to do to the partially revealed flesh.

When it came to Lucy Heartfilia, Bixlow was conflicted; immeasurably conflicted. Lucy was the heart of Fairy Tail, the light of the guild. He believed Lucy to be every bit the bright star everyone claimed her to be. The problem? Bixlow knew he was falling, and hard, for the stellar mage. The truth of the matter was that someone as good and pure hearted as Lucy could never be interested in someone like himself. The fact that nothing would ever happen between them only aggravated Bixlow's attraction to the sweet woman.

"Seriously dude! I knew you were a masochist when it comes to Blondie, but, if I hear you sigh one more time I'm going to zap the shit out of you again."

"You really are a glutton for punishment aren't you, Bix?"

"Shut . . . up!"

Bixlow really was not in the mood for his team's antics. He had managed to think himself into a petulant mood.

"You should just go talk to her, Bixlow. You never know what could happen."

Freed did not bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

"ALRIGHT! Seriously guys, you know it's never going to happen . . . so back the fuck off!"

'Back off … Back off.' His babies chanted.

"It will never happen because he gets some twisted pleasure from his masochistic deprivation."

"Evergreen, Shut … It …!"

"Oh, Bix! Who knew she would have you so whipped without even trying, or knowing it herself?"

Evergreen snickered behind her fan. She wished that Bixlow was not wearing his mask. It was so much more satisfying to watch the color of his rage and embarrassment flooding his cheeks.

"That's it!"

His retaliation was cut short when from his peripheral vision he noticed the fighting Natsu and Gray slamming into the ladder Lucy was balanced upon.

Bixlow was on his feet, and moving across the guild hall on autopilot. He watched as the ladder swayed side to side before toppling toward the floor, abandoning the blonde Bixlow had been watching all afternoon. His speed increased until Bixlow was flat out running as Lucy's panicked scream filled his ears.

"Shit! LUCY!"

Shoving the brawling idiots out of the way, Bixlow stretched his arms out in an attempt to catch the falling star mage. His arms wrapped protectively around Lucy as she thudded into his chest; the force of her fall knocking them both to the floor. As Bixlow felt something soft and warm against his lips, sound and time came to a screeching stop.

A sudden prickling heat rose in Bixlow's cheeks as he realized the compromising position they landed in. He lay prone on the guild floor with Lucy sprawled over his lap. One of his thighs was pressed tightly against Lucy's womanhood and their feet were tangled together. She had wrapped her hands into his shirt, clutching so tightly that Lucy's knuckles were turning white. Bixlow had one hand on her lower back the other was up around her shoulders and their lips were barely brushing against each other. Her cheeks were flushed and although Bixlow knew it was because of the adrenaline rush from what she had just experienced, he couldn't help the sudden throb of lust flaring to life at the sinful sight she made.

Closing his eyes, Bixlow tentatively flicked his tongue across the seam of Lucy's lips. They parted slowly; he swept his tongue slowly inside Lucy's mouth, relishing the sweet taste of her. Acting on pure instinct, Bixlow deepened the kiss, caressing Lucy's tongue with his own. He teased her mouth and lips as he drew the slow kiss out, pulling back only when the need for air became too much to ignore.

Panic suddenly flooded Bixlow as he felt Lucy's small fingers tugging his visor up and away from his face. He turned his head to the side in a vain attempt to hide his embarrassment and shame over acting impulsively. When her fingers threaded into his hair, a shiver of delight shot down Bixlow's spine. He snapped his eyes to hers and groaned at what he saw swimming in those warm pools. She didn't give him long to think about anything before Lucy's lips were tentatively pressed against his again. Bixlow was not going to let this second chance go to waste, quickly reclaiming her lips.

"HEY! Let go of Lucy!"

Suddenly her soft warmth was wrenched from his chest, and their not so private moment broken as Natsu yelled. Not bothering to argue with the fire idiot that he and Gray were the real danger to Lucy, Bixlow pushed himself to his feet. He took one last quick glance at the blonde woman who was glaring daggers and yelling at Natsu. Stooping down Bixlow scooped his visor up and made his way out of the guild.

Bixlow's tongue flicked across hers, he licked the inside of her mouth and lips, drawing the unexpected kiss out. As he pulled back, Lucy opened her eyes, stunned speechless at Bixlow's actions. She was enthralled by the kiss, so enthralled that she did not want it to end. Licking her lips, Lucy could still taste Bixlow's unique flavor on them. He tasted of something dark, spicy, yet sweet and warm; there was a faint taste of hops from the beer Bixlow was drinking earlier which lingered on his lips. She was desperate for another taste. Lucy discovered that she was addicted to him.

Leaning down Lucy tugged Bixlow's helmet off and threaded her fingers into unruly sapphire locks. She pulled Bixlow closer for another kiss and felt him respond to her silent plea. Their second kiss turned passionate, Bixlow's fingers threading into her hair to cup the back of her neck as their tongues danced.

"HEY! Let go of Lucy!"

Suddenly there was a pair of too warm arms wrapping around her waist, hauling her upright. When their lips separated, Lucy and Bixlow were connected by a thin strand of saliva. As she was yanked onto her feet, and slamming into a solid warm wall of muscle, the strand broke. The fiery heat Lucy felt rising in her face was not from the embarrassment of being caught making out with a guy she barely knew in the guild hall. It was the fiery heat born of rage. Rage at the person who was supposed to be her best friend.

"NATSU! How. Dare. You?"

Her angry words were clipped, each one punctuated with a slap to whatever exposed portion of the dense fire mage she could reach.

"First, you and Gray almost get me seriously hurt because of your idiotic brawling! Now you think it's okay to man handle me?!"

A dark aura spiraled around Lucy as she shoved out of Natsu's arms; a kick to the gut sent him thudding into a nearby wall. As her anger ebbed, Lucy looked around the guild hall for her savior, only to find Bixlow's familiar presence gone. She stood motionless, her mind tripping over itself before a gruff male voice broke through the haze.

"Well are you gonna go after him or not, Blondie?"

Lucy spun on her heels to glare at Laxus. "Your blonde too you over grown spark plug!"

Her second tirade was cut short as Evergreen spoke. "You better hurry before he gets too far away, or it's too late to fix the flame thrower's damage."

Evergreen's words had Lucy moving before the woman finished speaking. Lucy's bare feet pounding alongside her heart as she sprinted out of the guild doors. She paused, suddenly hesitant, a few feet outside. A thought occurred to Lucy that she did not know where to start looking for Bixlow. Furthermore, Lucy was not all together sure if she was the one Bixlow wanted to find him.

"Head toward the tree line at the river. You'll most likely find Bixlow sulking there. You're the only one who can fix this, Miss Lucy."

Freed spoke while walking toward her. Lucy turned wide unblinking eyes toward the rune mage while her brain struggled to catch up. A jolt of anticipation slamming into Lucy's awareness had her shouting her thanks as she raced toward the river.

"Bixlow…"

He jumped, startled by the soft calling of his name. Bixlow looked up and found himself staring into the honey brown, doe eyes of Lucy Heartfilia, standing nearby. To say Bixlow was surprised to see Lucy did not do justice to everything he was feeling. His brain remained a jumbled mess after the events within the guild hall. Bixlow was in a state of shocked disbelief, reeling with a healthy dose of elation and fear. He never suspected that Lucy was harboring secret feelings for him, let alone that she would allow his thoughtless kiss, or initiate a second. Shaking the thoughts from his head, Bixlow pushed himself off the ground and strode to her. If Lucy did have feelings for him, there was no way Bixlow was letting this chance pass him by. Reaching his hand out, Bixlow wrapped his fingers around hers, tugging gently to pull her into his chest.

"Hey, Cosplayer?"

"Hey, Bix. You alright?"

Lucy asked, tilting her head up to stare into his eyes. He eyed the stellar mage for a moment before smiling.

"Yeah, I'm good. Sorry about taking off on you, I just wasn't exactly su-"

Lucy pressed a chaste kiss to his lips; silencing him before pulling back to smile with sparkling eyes.

"I'm not complaining. And I definitely wouldn't say no to doing that again … though maybe not in the middle of the guild hall."

"Glad to know my feelings aren't one sided. Though I wish you would have said something or given me a sign a little sooner."

Bixlow cupped Lucy's chin in his fingers and tilting her head up he pressed his lips to hers softly. "How about dinner tonight, seven; and then we can make things official?"

Lucy nodded with a vibrant smile. "I'd like that, very much." She answered in a breathy whisper wrapping her arms around his neck. "Though I'd very much like to finish what we started earlier if you don't mind." Bixlow laughed at her suggestion. Pulling her flush against him, Bixlow smiled.

"Anything for you." Bixlow answered and reclaimed her lips.