Title: How Does One...?

Rating: Rating M for future chapters. For this chapter— Rated M

Pairings: Laxus x Lucy

Summary: Fairy Tail did not see it coming. Not even Mirajane. But in all honesty, they were all to blame. If only they paid attention to Lucy and her obvious crush—Laxus be damned, had taken advantage of. For this chapter— How does one live without the other?

A/N: How I see Laxus x Lucy. BETA Reader did not review this. All faults are on me.
Story idea from a recent FanFic I have read. I completely forgot the name and author. Ever since then I could not find it. Oops.


Absence makes the heart grow fonder.


Bringing a lazy fist up to her apartment door, Laxus was surprised she did not answer the first time. Nor did she the second. Or the third. So, with a heavy sigh he concluded a few things:

He was impatient. And she was not home.

But if he remembered quite well, once he had returned to the guild for a debrief on his job, Mirajane had informed him that Lucy was secure in the confines of her domain. Unless she was out on a quick flier with Natsu? No, it was early midnight, the moon at it's highest. She should definitely be home...

Maybe the window? Stopping his unconscious trek to the nearby pane, he scoffed out loud. There was no way he was going to do that.

With another sigh that passed through his nose, he tried opening the locked door anyways. Blue eyes sharpened quickly, the door was found not to be locked after all.

Careless, he rolled his eyes, sauntering into the small apartment with a comfortable ease. (This time locking the door behind him and reminding himself to scold Lucy about it later.) Yet, the chilling expanse that reverberated through the atmosphere still ticked at him as he eyed the room warily. He was surprised her demolition team was no where inside. But he thanked his lucky stars, he had already tried to avoid the obnoxious ruckus the guild withheld. Alone time with his favorite blonde was well needed.

Quietly, he lowered his bag, placing the travel pack to lean against the nearest wall. His gaze still roved the small room, in search of anything out of place. For evidence, he inhaled the familiar aroma, sensing nothing but the same magic feel and smell of Lucy; strawberries and mint. And further concluding his hunt for his "lover," were the belt and key rings on her writing desk.

The strain hidden in his eyebrow now faded along with him fazing into a relaxed plight. He can still recall the first time she wasn't found secure after his two week long request. Coming home around the same time and finding her helpless; cold sweat and everything. Over use of magic, preferably magic exhaustion, was what she suffered that night. And knowing his Lucy, she did not bother to think more of it than a small fever. (Or bother to ask for help.) The type of adrenaline and fear was all too new for him. Heart beating unsteadily, hands trembling, sweating without having to exercise; new. The quiet anger also birthed. After self-experience, it was not wrong to rely on others.

Moving next to her writing desk, Laxus surveyed the unusually messy table. He placed his hands in his pockets as he towered her things. An unfinished letter, her pens, the old fashioned ink and feather, key ring plus her belt, and the thing he was forbidden to read. He grimaced at it, the pages were open on a continuing paragraph and empty page. You can't read that! I'll make you blind if you ever do! Her words were quite clear and enough for him to not challenge. If anything, the blond was almost as scary as Erza. In her own kind of way... Grunting lowly, he tore his eyes away from the exposed entry.

The room was still quiet though and free of Lucy.

However the opened bathroom door and pile of clothes next to it did happen to catch his attention.

As he walked towards the entrance without a sound, steam seethed an escape. Humidity awfully high and noticeable against his skin when he finally entered.

He expected a scream, a wail, numerous names relating to a pervert or even a towel being thrown at his face. But surprisingly, there was no noise. Just the sight of still Lucy in her small bathtub.

Soundlessly, the S-Class Mage walked until he reached the edge of the tub. He squatted, avoiding anything that would wake her.

She was asleep, head lolling lazily back as her body was submerged into the bubbly waters. This way the delicious outline of her jaw was visible, exposing her soaked neck that trailed to show the dips of her collarbones. Her hair was absent, instead of resting on her curvy shoulders, they were pulled loosely into a messy bun. Strayed blonde strands softly kissed her face. They whisked away at every exhale of her steady breathing. Even with the erotic scene she was playing in, she still facaded as an innocent angel.

He looked hard at her sleeping physique. With rough fingers, he managed to tuck the hairs slowly behind her delicate ear. Even in her sleep she leaned into his hand, the soft skin of her cheek resting into his palm.

He left his hand there, feeling the weight of her head. While his touch continued to linger, she finally stirred. Brown eyes opened, immediately glittering along with a small smile.

"Finally," she whispered with a husk toned that resulted from just wakening. Lucy moved in the tub gently, now laying on her side as she stayed within the depths of the tub. Her wet petite hand was placed on his wrist that was still holding her face. The water was warm and her dainty digits were prune like resulting from a long stay in water.

Laxus said nothing as he continued to stare down at her, silence roaring. She had rested her head on the edge of the tub, watching with half-lidded eyes. The girl was so sexy and oblivious to that fact in her drowsy state. With small water droplets trailing her bare, pink tinged skin, he felt an uncomfortable itch.

Itching for Lucy.

The water sloshed against the tub lowly as she propped herself to rest on her hand. Unfortunately, she still hid her modesty behind the barrier between them. The stupid tub. But he didn't complain as she tried to hide a small, playful, smile. A teasing gesture she always did before things started to go down. Even with her tired, large eyes, the glint of desire matched his perfectly. Too bad it wasn't hidden well enough for him to spot.

Slowly and carefully, as if she were the most fragile thing in the world, and he, was the source of all destruction, he leaned forward, not hesitating to start things at all.

Her smell was strong and overwhelming as he gave in to the tenderness of her skin against his nose. He nuzzled the right side of her cheekbone in pure affection. With his left hand he cupped her cheek once again, continuing his soft love while he kissed the corner of her lips. She moved so delicately as he trailed down to her jaw, giving him further access to the slender neck of hers. He inhaled deeply, leaving marks of small kisses until he met where her shoulder joined. The sound of her sighing and lacing wet arms around him were very satisfying.

The blonde male dragged his nose torturously back to her jawline, finding the action to depart so ludicrous.

Brown clashed with blue as she spoke slowly, quivering with the lustful husky tone that never left her: "Welcome home."

Then with soft lips that the S-Class Mage found irresistible, she initiated the kiss.

It wasn't slow. The passionate kiss was appeasing the overdue want of touching her again. After all, it had been very long since he last felt her skin under his. A month long. With callused hands he sought for her sides, not caring that his wrists were in the soapy waters as he found her curvaceous hips. It was needy almost greedy as their wet tongues fiercely slipped and slid against each other, relishing the familiar tastes again. She was almost dominating him as she slightly crawled out of the tub, leaning against his tilted head with her graceful lip moving.

The itch became almost unbearable at the sound of her eliciting a moan. He had bit the taut, pink, flesh of her lower lip softly. And with that she sang.

He wanted to take her now. The image so clear in his head as he would pull her out of the small tub and reside her into bed. Hands and lips and skin against hers as they screamed for everything, tensed for it, but release. Their interaction would be intense and lustrous, and very pleasurable for the both of them. And by her sensitive reactions to his very touch and only to his touch, she would not reject his mind's idea at all.

Again, he found it hard to depart the enticing nymph of beauty. Especially after the drunk kiss gratifying his loneliness after so long. But he managed to successfully unfold her wanting grasp. From where he now stood, the blonde female only served to increase his already growing hunger. The messy bun was less disheveled and now losing its scrunchy, her pearly lips swollen, and her skin stretched against her cheekbones now complimenting her eyes with a red hue. Bubbly waters softly sloshed against the lowers of her breasts, pebbled nipples now exposed to the change of temperature. She sat in the tub, looking as if she were to pounce at her prey any given moment. And without guilt, he admitted he was rather turned on greatly at this.

Neither of them spoke as their eyes did all the talking. The lust filled blue darkened with a languid quality that made the other blonde's eyes flicker with, unmistakable, the same desirous tone. Her lips were slightly parted, silently begging for more with her pearly whites and pink.

He restrained himself from taking her right then and there, taming the need and finally showing it. Outstretching his hand with the heavy-eyed, lustful look, he waited for her to take it.

The loud beating trek of her heart reached her ear, along with the plummeting of her stomach. But she refused to shake as she reached for his hand. Rough, callused fingers entwined with her petite ones as he slowly coaxed her to stand. Which she didn't hesitate to do as she swiftly got off her shins to further more expose herself to the man in front of her. The sound of the waters moving from her action were quiet as if not to break the atmosphere. Suds came like a waterfall, falling agonizingly slow from her soft skin back into the depths of the tub.

To her surprise she didn't react once his unreadable eyes roamed down her bold form. There was no sign of tease as darkened blue lingered on her, devouring her with his intimidating gaze. She was all his.

His.

With his adventuring eyes he made sure to stare longer at the moments interests. Sculpted, long legs, trailing upwards to show off the curvaceous dips in her hips that a child female lacked. Then her waist that his arms would fit perfectly around or grip to the generous mounds that any woman would take pride in. And her narrow shoulders that supported the willowy neck of hers. All together, her lithe form was made to envy any one.

And here she stood. The dainty hand of hers in his large one as she brought a slender leg over the blunted edge of the tub.

Ranging from the intelligent book worm, to the vivacious blonde, and the girl who strived to keep her friends out of harm was looking like a goddess herself. A mermaid out of water without the tail and seashell bra, charming the buccaneer who found himself helpless.

Brown eyes continued to stare at her own lover's eyes, never once breaking the eye contact as she finally stood directly in front of him. Water dripped and pattered against the tile floors as background noise as the two continued to speak silently. The subliminal glint in his eyes of manly appreciation was there as well as a small smile on the lady's lips.

But she was fully exposed, her lithe form naked while he was still in his regular attire. It didn't feel fair, yet the confidence she took in her one stride said something else.

He finally spoke in his deep, thundering voice.

"I want you."

There was nothing but trust in her large eyes as she tiptoed to rub her lips side to side against his, nuzzling him. She pressed her wet, naked form against his dry clothed one. Her voice was angelic now, full awake with the loss of her sleepy voice. Like velvet.

"You have me."


I cannot write "lemon."

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