Author's notes: Here is another chapter since I already had it done! I really hope you guys have enjoyed reading and please enjoy the next segment!

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is Hiro Mashima's property not mine sadly.


It had been a pretty normal day in Lucy's opinion, that is until Natsu and Grey knocked her off the ledge she always walked on and into a nearly frozen canal. Seeing what they had done they had taken off knowing Lucy would have beaten them senseless once she was out of the water. Neither of them would think of how cold it was since neither was affected by the cold at all. That is where things had gotten weird. After several emergencies Makarov had made them start learning where other guild members lived so they could get help if needed. Freezing cold and wet the only person she could remember lived near to where she was, was Bickslow and while she was hesitant to show up on his doorstep especially at nearly midnight she didn't have much choice, her house was all the way on the far side of town. She was so pissed at those two idiots, she was so going to kill them when she got her hands on them! Shaking herself slightly she brought her thoughts back to the moment. She finished stripping off her dripping wet clothes, adding her soaking wet bra and underwear to her sweater, pants, and coat that she had put in the sink while Her boots keys and belt sat on the edge of the counter.

Glancing around nervously she took in the small details of Bickslow's bathroom, she didn't know much about him but was pleasantly surprised. It was spacious and very neat, done in colors of deep blue and silvery grey. Stepping over to the shower she turned it on adjusting the temperature to her liking. She would prefer to soak in a hot bath but she could do that once she was home she just wanted the rather stinky smell of the canal off her body. She stepped into the shower and pulling the curtain closed behind her. She flinched as she stepped into stream, the hot water rushed over her cold skin and stung, as her body warmed up a little the water started to relax her and she let her mind drift back to the past couple of minutes.

Her pounding on Bickslow's door until the door swung open and not being able to stop herself from dashing inside and out of the freezing wind. Her moment of dumbfounded shock when she turned and realized he was standing there looking for who was beating down his door in only a towel. Her eyes had unconsciously run from the towel up his smoothly muscled back to his broad shoulders to his crop of messy blue hair. Shocked to find she was checking out Bickslow, of all people, when he turned around she jumped into a rambling explanation of why she was there while bowing formally. She couldn't even really remember what all she said as he stared at her for a moment before a flash of anger crossed his face and he whipped her around pushing her slowly down the hall way of his house bitching about the guys on her team leaving her like this. Half way down the hall it struck her he had said something about getting her out of her clothes and she could see his bed in the room at the far end of the hall. Almost having a panic attack she dug her heels into the carpet to stop their progress. She guessed she did kind of deserve his teasing since she overreacted like she did but still! Just thinking about how his breath was warm on her ear as he spoke made her blush.

A knock on the door and Bickslow's voice obviously yelling through the door made her jump and squeak interrupting her thoughts. "Hey I am leaving some clothes you can borrow while yours dry and an extra towel if you need it, right outside the door. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything." She managed to stutter out a small "thanks…" before she heard his footsteps move further down the hall.

Not wanting to stay in the shower too long she glanced around until she located a shampoo bottle. It was black with white pin stripes. She didn't recognize the label but when looking at the scent advertized she giggled. "Sinful Soul" was written in red script across the bottom of the label. It was so very fitting for the man but she shrugged and poured some out in her hand, I mean it couldn't smell worse than she did at the moment. As soon as the creamy shampoo hit her palm the scent filled the air. It was…. Amazing! It had hints of sawdust and cherries with a deep overlay of some other slightly musky scent; it was completely masculine and slightly arousing. She immediately started working it into her hair then stopped suddenly. Arousing? Okay that was seriously weird considering it was Bickslows shampoo. She pushed that thought away and quickly finished washing her hair.

Now seeking soap or body wash she found a bottle similar to the shampoo, same brand and color but this one had "Relaxed Soul" written in the red letters on it. Peaking out of the shower she grabbed an obviously clean washcloth off the towel bar to use and added some of said body wash. Working the soap into the cloth she was again surprised by the scent. It was woodsy and smelled like clean earth and water. It immediately brought the time her and her team found a huge waterfall and pool on one of their missions. The water was rushing out of a large hole about halfway up a giant cliff and poured into a large pool. Not only had they stopped to swim but they camped nearby so she and Erza could actually take a bath. Everything had smelled so clean and fresh there. Shaking herself again out of the memory she quickly scrubbed herself down trying hard not to think about the fact she really liked both of Bickslow's scent choices. Once she finished rinsing off under the spray she turned the water off and grabbed the one towel hanging in the bathroom. Double checking that it had not been used she quickly toweled off and wrapped it around her body. Going to the door she opened it a crack and peered out, seeing the pile of cloth right in front of the door she grabbed it and pulled the door closed.

She grabbed the other towel and wrapped it around her hair drying it before finger combing it the best she could. She reached for the clothes next quickly approving of the black T-shirt and throwing it on, it came down to about mid thigh and was loose but her breasts were large enough that it was obvious she was without a bra. She glanced at the pile of clothes in the sink briefly considering putting on her wet bra but decided it really was not worth it. Picking up the red shorts next she decided quickly they were definitely boxers and not shorts at all. "Guess I answered that question, definitely a boxers guy." She laughed to herself as she was pulling them up her legs as she really was about to wear Bickslow's underwear!

Searching the top drawer next to the sink she found a comb and ran it through her hair, she was happily surprised to find the shampoo had left her hair soft and silky. She smiled to herself in the mirror, hung up her towels on the towel bar before gathering her clothes and head out of the bathroom. She felt so much better after getting warm and dry but as she stepped out into the hall she was assaulted by nerves. She was inside Bickslow's house and running around wearing his underwear, talk about awkward.

Slowly walking out of the hallway she glanced around the living room for the first time. The floors were a pale almost white hard wood with a large overstuffed couch in a deep navy blue, while the rug was a cream color with a navy blue pattern of soft swirls. He had painted the walls a soft grey and there was only one painting on the wall. Walking over to it to take a better look at it she realized it was a view of Magnolia from high up in the mountains as a dark storm cloud hung over half the city, leaving one half bright and sunny while the other was in shadow. Once she was a little closer she could see the mist of rain under the cloud and even a strike of lightning, it was a really detailed and beautiful painting.

Hearing a footstep behind her she whirled around quickly to see Bickslow standing in the doorway to what looked to be the kitchen, in his hands he held two steaming bowls and he smiled at her. She smiled at him slightly shyly since she had just been caught snooping around his house in her mind. "Why don't you put your clothes in the washer and then join me in the kitchen I made some soup." He said nodding to a door across the living room from the kitchen.

"Thank you so much, I will do that." She said with a quick smile. As he disappeared back into the kitchen she walked over to the door he had indicated wondering why he was being so nice to her, not that he was not nice normally, just much more pervy. She pulled open the door and gasped when she turned on the lights at what was inside. It was a pretty large room really, against one wall there was a side by side washer and dryer, on another wall was an ironing board and other clothing care items but what shocked her the most was what was on the wall opposite the washer and dryer, a large work desk. It was littered with small bottles with all different kinds of labels, small scraps of wood, half finished carved figurines and a couple of open books. She wanted to go over and check out all the things he had laying out but she pushed that urge away, she had already been caught snooping once.

Trying very hard not to let her curiosity run away with her she hurried over to the washer and tossed in her clothes. She set her boots and belt down on the floor next to the washer as she started adjusting the dials. Looking around for the detergent to add she noticed a weird blue bottle hanging on the wall, a small line ran down from it and into the side of the washer, since the label clearly said detergent refill she realized it must be automatic. Closing the lid she pushed the start button and was satisfied when she could hear the water running. Turning out the light she left the room and closed the door behind her. Walking towards the kitchen doorway she wondered just how much weirder this day was going to get!


Thank you again for reading, please don't forget to leave me a review! In the next chapter things start getting really fun! Fair warning I was listening to the song "Tequila makes her clothes fall off" by Joe Nichols while writing it! Tee hee!