Author's Note- Hey! Here is the second installment! Sorry for any typos, I write this stuff on my phone.

intoxicate

ɪnˈtɒksɪkeɪt/

past tense: intoxicated; past participle: intoxicated

verb

•(of alcoholic drink or a drug) cause (someone) to lose control of their faculties or behaviour.

•excite or exhilarate (someone).

archaic

•poison (someone).

Cobra stared at his guild mates, horrified.

Angel and Mira were openly discussing people's love-lives, with Meredy chipping in sometimes. Sawyer and Richard were already dead to the world, lying on a bench. Jellal and his girl had gone off an hour ago, and he didn't need to hear their thoughts to guess what they were up to. And the worst of all, Midnight had been convinced by Lucy to dance the night away.

Meredy, Sorano and Mira had spiked Midnight's drink with whiskey. Sadly he heard it too late. Cobra had never been more thankful that alcohol was a poison, otherwise he too would have been making a fool of himself. And from what he could gather, partying meant exactly that. He didn't like this partying business much.

"Mira are you sure? I mean, Cobra IS a tough nut to crack." Cobra's ears perked up at the mention of his name. What was Sorano up to now? "Yes I am sure. I consulted Kinanna about this." What were they planning? A shiver ran down his spine.

Suddenly there was a lot of hooting from the dance area and Cobra's attention got diverted. He turned to look and felt his mouth go dry as another shiver ran through his body, although this one he welcomed.

Lucy was at the stage and her hair was running down her back, void of its pigtails. Her tiny jacket was in her hand as she waved it in the air, spinning it above her head and finally throwing in in the crowd. Cobra saw it fly as it fell right on his lap. Another round of hooting ensured as eyes turned towards him. But he stared at the blonde mage, fascinated. Her face was flushed from the drinks she had consumed and sweat glistened on her body. She winked at him when her jacket fell and then continued dancing. He brought up the tiny piece of cloth to his nose and inhaled. His smelled her sweat and something fruity he associated with strawberries. Fiery desire shot through his body as the scent overpowered his senses.

There is a God! He was looking at me! Oh my, his eyes are so dark, I think I might lose myself in them. He heard her thoughts, and saw her face turn towards him again. His throat ran drier still, and he rushed to the bar.

"What something?" The barmaid was giving him a big grin. "Yeah, something to drink." He replied to her, and her grin widened still. As she proceeded to get him his drink, Angel and Meredy (who were behind the bar with Mira) started sniggering. "Looks like Macbeth is having a good time after all." Sorano said to him, cocking her head towards the dance floor. Cobra turned to see Midnight dancing with Lucy, except Lucy was the one doing most of the dancing. As he caught their thoughts, Cobra realised that the girl was drunk, and that Midnight was not far from a nosebleed.

Lucy could grind.

Mira returned with his drink and he grabbed it without looking at her, his gaze fixed on the blonde dancing. Her movements were graceful and enticing. His subconscious was tingling, trying to warn him, but he ignored it. Chugging the drink in one big gulp, he slammed the glass back on the counter. Suddenly it's taste hit him and he tore his eyes from the blonde to the now empty glass. Something was off.

He looked up to ask Mira what she had just served him and he caught her smirk. Her conversation with the girls of his guild ran through his mind and it finally hit him. Matchmaking. That is what they were up to, and he had just fallen for their trap. He couldn't believe it, how hadn't he caught her thoughts? A blonde popped up in his mind.

He had been distracted.

He drank it! The effects should start in a few minutes now! Great, now he heard her. Too fucking late. "What did you put in my drink?" He growled at the take over mage. "Nothing, just some acetone, absinthe and blackberry liquor." The man stared at Mira, shocked. "Some?" He asked the mage mockingly. "Okay fine, quite a lot of absinthe and acetone. Oh look, Lucy is dancing!"

Cursing himself for getting distracted again but unable to stop himself, he looked at the dance stage again. Lucy was still dancing and the entire floor was looking at her. The music slowed down a little and the girl flashed a sultry smile. Her hands ran down the sides of her curves and rested on her hips as she let her body move in the motion of a wave. Then she turned to face the wall, with her back on full display and her hands tangled themselves in her hair as she cocked her hips to one side. Turning her head towards the crowd, she sent a flying kiss towards the girl who was always chugging a barrel, who was looking at the girl with a proud smile. Then raising her arms to the sky she started moving her hips to the beat of the music, getting hooting from all sides.

Damn, who knew Luce could let lose like this.

God, Lucy is turning me on. Why doesn't Juvia dance like this?"

Amen to Cana for getting her wasted. She has never danced like this.

Cobra listned to the people around him appreciating the dancing blonde like him. He realised how lucky he is, because apparently the girl hasn't done this, ever. But somewhere deep inside him, he was pissed at the others for looking at her with their lust filled eyes. She spun around with a smirk on her face and bent her knees to pop her derriere in the air and her hand rested on top of her full chest. Her eyes sweeped over the crowd and rested on him. He felt dizzy, and his blood started to boil. Feeling hot, he removed his coat and threw it away.

Standing straight, she raised her arm and pointed her index finger towards him. Crooking it inwards, she signaled him to join her. A hush fell over the crowd as they saw her calling him, except three squeals of delight from behind the bar. Cobra let a smirk break over his lips as he headed towards the enchanting blonde. He barely noticed the fact that he couldn't hear anything except his blood pumping and the music blaring, which he later chalked up to the drink.

Joining the girl on the dance floor, he took the hand she was offering him. His other hand rested itself on her hip as the music took a drastic turn. The tempo slowed down, and Lucy started taking slow steps in time with the music. Cobra followed, his eyes never wandering from her's. As the music became faster again he used his hand on her hip to push her towards him, their bodies against each other. A faint moan escaped her, and a devious smile spread across her lips. Flipping herself suddenly, the blonde pressed her back to Cobra and dropped low. Rising up again, she created a delicious friction which made him hiss, Grabbing her hip again, Cobra spun her towards himself. Her half lidded eyes greeted his, and a lazy grin came on her lips. Her hand, which she had rested on his neck, travelled south over his chest and stopped on his lower abdomen.

He stood still as Lucy pressed herself against him, her hand wandering towards his back. He smirked as her eyes widened a little when she felt the effect she had on him. Her lips parted but before she could do anything, the music stopped. Suddenly they were brought back to the world. The guild was silent, every eye focused on the blonde and himself. He couldn't hear anyone's thoughts, all his ears picked up was faint buzzing. He distanced himself from the celestial mage and noticed her face was red. The next song started, and all the guild members came in the stage. Everyone was dancing now, save for himself and Lucy, who had left the stage and gone to the bar.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Cobra grabbed the jacket on his seat and went to give it to its owner. He still couldn't hear anyone's thoughts, and the buzz was making him foggy. Is this what being drunk felt like?

"I think this is yours." He said to the blonde at the bar as he held up the tiny piece of cloth. "Thank you." The girl said softly. He couldn't get a read on her thoughts and decided she was behaving like this due to embarrassment. He handed her the jacket, staring at her face. A lifetime of being able to hear everyone's thoughts had left him blindsided when he tried to gauge facial expressions.

Her eyes were dark, almost like dark chocolate rather than their usual caramel. Her cheeks were still pretty flushed, and her lips were parted again. A excessively sweet aroma hit him, which he decided came from her. He had smelled it before. He felt a sudden desire to taste her, to know if she really was as sweet as she smelled. Her eyes were half lidded again, and darker than before. He remembered where he had smelled it before, it was her arousal. "Oh, fuck it."

Grabbing her chin Cobra descended his lips on the soft one's of Lucy. The moment they touched a moan left the blonde. Her hands came on his shoulders and finally rested themselves under his jaw. While it was Cobra who finally kissed her, it was Lucy who dominated the kiss. At least she did until he slid his tongue over her lower lip. She parted her lips and Cobra entered her mouth. Sweetness exploded against his taste buds as he delved deeper in her. The combination of liqueur and strawberries was heady and he growled in her. As his tongue explored every crevice of her mouth, her fingers tangled themselves in his hair.

They broke apart when they heard a whoop behind them. Cobra turned to see a drunk Angel and a not so drunk Mira staring at them. Meredy had passed out under the bar. "Go Lucy, get some!" It was the drunk mage who had seated herself on the bar, hr barrel next to her. "Cana! Stop! You know what, Cobra we are going from here." At that the blonde mage grabbed his hand and lead him out the guild and towards god knows where.

Air was chilly and soon Lucy star shivering. Seeing her shiver made something stir inside of Cobra. Coughing, he removed his upper shirt and threw it at the shivering mess. "Here, wear that. Better than your tiny piece of cloth you call a jacket." The girl stared at him for two minutes with wide eyes before letting a out soft laugh and a tiny smile. "Thanks, Cobra. Who knew you were capable of helping me?"

At that he stopped dead in his tracks and realised something. He had never really apologised to her for the infinity clock stuff. Lucy looked at him curiously. "What happened?" She asked him, her eyes big and wondrous. Maybe the drink was making him go soft or something.

"I-I, am, um, sorry. You know, for everything." He said awkwardly. Puzzled, she stared at him for two seconds before realising the meaning behind his words. A soft smile spread across her face. "Cobra you were different then and I don't hold you accountable for everything you did. Somewhere inside you are definitely kind and it was just circumstances which made you the way you are. I forgave you a long time ago."

I know you were in the tower of heaven like Erza, and if that doesn't give you the authority to behave as you want to, nothing does. Nobody should have their childhood stripped from themselves like that. I forgive you for everything. Cobra stared at her in shock. He could hear her thoughts again, so the lacrima must have started converting the drink into magic.

She had forgiven him, and not just to say. Her thoughts said the same thing. He stared at that inhuman girl, at this angel sent from heaven. Because only angels could be this forgiving, this understanding. In his entire life, nobody had ever completely forgiven him for anything he had done to them. As he felt something tickling his cheek he raised his fingers to his face and felt a liquid. It was a tear.

Lucy was hugging him, her arms wrapped around his waist and her face in his chest. "It's okay Cobra, it's all okay." She murmured into his chest. "Since I have forgiven you I am sure you can do the same. Let it all go, and forgive yourself." It was then he realised how observant this girl truly was. She had noticed that he hadn't ever forgiven himself for everything he had done. None of them had, it was why they were in Crime Sorciere in the first place.

He too wrapped his arms around Lucy, finding the action strangely comforting. He had never hugged anyone, and nor had anyone ever wanted to embrace him. So this is what warmth is like?

After what seemed like a lifetime, but was actually just a minute, Lucy extracted herself from him. "Let's go Cobra. My apartment is not far away." And so they started walking again. But this time, he could hear everything. The drink was wearing off.

Cobra is beating himself up, all of them are. Crime Sorciere exists for this reason after all. But they shouldn't let themselves get held up in the past like this, it is helping no one. He could hear the monologue running inside Lucy's head, not that he agreed with her. The past of a person defines them, it shapes their personality. No one can give up their past.

Which made him wonder about this girl. He knew some stuff about her, thanks to the research they had to do about the infinity clock. She lived in a big fucking house when she was young, that was for sure. So she was just a spoilt poor little rich girl. Then why join a guild?

God Cobra smelled divine when I hugged him. Lucy, get yourself together. You are not a pervert. But his abs. You are not a pervert. Oh when we were on the stage, I felt him. You are becoming a pervert. Ah, I am disgusting. Cobra heard her and stifled a laugh at her thought process. The woman was crazy. Then he once again heard the melody of her soul and thanked the gods that his hearing was back to normal. He wouldn't want to miss listening to her soul for even a second.

Lucy stopped in front of an apartment building and by its scent he recognised that it was where she lived. The moment he entered her apartment her sweet and fruity scent invaded his senses. He stood there, trying to take in as much as he could of her scent. His eye wandered to the room and the first thing he noted was that it was a cozy and comfy place. Second thing he noticed was that after Lucy, the most dominant scent in the room was that of Natsu. He didn't like that.

"So Cobra, where were we?" He saw Lucy near her bed, only in her tiny pieces of clothing she called a top and skirt. A feral grin decorated her expression and her thoughts turned excessively sultry. At the back of his mind he noted that he could still smell the alcohol on her.

"I believe you were thinking that I smell divine." At the comment her face turned red, but she didn't let it hamper her. She slowly, with a predatory attitude, stalked up to him with her hips swaying deliciously. Cobra licked his lips at her thoughts and smirked.

"You are not as innocent as the guild thinks, are you?" She grinned and nodded. There was barely any distance between the two. "No, that I am not. But I can definitely tell you I am still untouched." At that Cobra raised an eyebrow.

"Why, saving yourself?" He grabbed her hips and pressed her flush against himself. "No, just never found a guy I liked enough." She cocked her head to one side, surveying him. I like you enough. She knew he could hear her.

"Maybe we should change that." And he closed the distance between their lips.

Yeah, I have no idea where that touchy feely stuff came from, it wasn't part of the plan. Sorry.

So, should I make it a lemon?