AN: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima!

Ah-hah! I bet you hadn't realised you were gonna get an update so soon! Although, I was laughing a bit as I readied today's update of Becoming Purav... Apparently I unintentionally (I could not have planned this if I tried, considering I didn't intentionally stop posting where I did just so that I could do this) decided I was having my own little Bixanna day. I might even do a random little drabble like the two two paragraph Gajevys I've posted on Tumblr lately just because of this weird fluke.

Anyway, I keep forgetting Bixanna is a crack ship, but if the two of them are in a story - just assume I'm shipping them. I'm always ecstatic when I find out mid-story that someone's thrown in some Bixanna, even if it's the tiniest, one sentence hint. Currently reading a 66 Chapter Fraxus fanfic, something major happens and all of a sudden there's a description of Lisanna with no name... and that Bixslow likes her. I fangirled.

(Also, how many have noticed that most of this takes place on the couch that started all of this? Funnily enough, not intentional, but I found that fact afterwards rather amusing. And, in my head, Lisanna would refer to it as a sofa.)

So, without further ado, to those fellow Bixanna shippers - as rare as we apparently are - please accept the second and final part of this fanfic!


Part Two

"Where is she?"

"She's here, but I ain't telling you who she is." Bickslow replied, staring blindly into the crowd as Mira appeared by his side. His 'date' had come to the party in her sister's car, not his, for tonight. Not that he had a damn car… Laxus and Freed had picked him up on the way past to save him grabbing a bus. "So you can leave me be."

"I think it's obvious." Laxus shrugged from his other side. "He's completely smitten with her."

"Really?" Mira hummed, looking around the room.

He was going to kill his best friend.

"Yup." The muscular blonde nodded, not focusing on anyone in particular.

"So who is she then? If you're so sure, maybe you should check you have the right girl?" Mira challenged lightly, seemingly not searching the room desperately to find his date.

"Because Bickslow would be pissed considering things have been going well up until this point, correct?" The blonde replied, his attention sharpening on Bickslow as he finished.

"Correct." He nodded, trying to keep his attention away from the gorgeous white haired girl with a shimmering sapphire skater dress that matched her eyes.

"She ok with us going away for a couple of weeks?" Laxus pressed, Bickslow feeling an unexpected weight to those words.

"Yup, she's absolutely fine with it… It's almost as if she's looking forward to it." He admitted quietly.

It was. Nothing sexual had happened since that night and, to be fair, nothing had really happened that night. It was kinda… disappointing. She was not trying to throw herself at his larger-than-average dick, or his muscles, or anything about him. In fact, all she ever did was snuggle into him. And give him the occasional peck on the cheek. She stayed over most nights now… She even had a small section of his underwear drawer. She only had underwear at his, but, for some reason, that seemed kinkier than clothes… but nothing was happening. She had not kissed him once. He had not made a move beyond his usual behaviour towards her, but, given their situation, it seemed best that things moved at her pace… which was glacial and, to be honest, was starting to feel a little friend-zoned. They had already been friends but… Yeah, he wanted more, damn him.

"So she's looking forward to a chance to miss you then? Not having her Bixy-wixy on tap?" Mira cooed, teasing him as she smiled devilishly up at him.

"Please don't say that aga-"

"Mira-nee." Lisanna interrupted, a mild look of annoyance on her face. What was that about? "Please tell me you're not sexually harassing my neighbour? I don't want to have to move again."

"A-Again?" Bickslow stammered, looking between the two girls.

"Lisanna!" Mira cried out, tears coming to her sapphire eyes. "You didn't have to move out! He was such a sweetheart! He still is! I just want you to be happy! Come home!" She rambled, taking her sister into her arms. "I never meant to drive you away! How can you even afford to eat with rent and all your other bills?!"

"That's why you started eating at mine!" Bickslow exclaimed, ecstatic to finally have an answer. Until he froze. Three sets of blue eyes were staring straight at him. Well, shit. Oh fuck, so was the rest of the room. "I always thought it was weird that you appeared at my door at mealtimes since, you know, I was literally just your brother's fiancée's friend? Even if Ever had talked to you about me, it was still kinda weird…"

"Yeah, thanks… Now your girlfriend's going to hate me, right?" Lisanna laughed nervously, glancing at the women around the room as if unsure which of these party guests was the woman in question. Nice tactic!

"I hope not!" He guffawed, throwing his arm around her shoulders in what he hoped seemed like brotherly affection. As apposed to 'well done my amazing genius of a girlfriend'.

Mira glanced threateningly around the room and refused to leave her sister's side for the rest of the night.


"That. That was brilliant."

"After you outted us!"

"Yeah, well, we probably should confess soon anyway…" He sighed, kissing the top of her head as she curled up into his side a few days later. He had been leaving her plastic boxes of food to reheat on his windowsill while they waited for things to cool down a little. "Not that there's much to confess."

"I practically live here…?" She snorted, petting his short-haired black and white cat.

"Yeah, but it's not as if we're up to anything." He shrugged, wincing as he realised he had unintentionally shifted her slightly. She readjusted herself, only to find his grey cat now on her shoulder. Bickslow lifted him off onto his lap. "We literally just eat together, cuddle, and share a bed. It's like having Ever over when she's feeling sorry for herself."

He scratched behind his grey cat's ear, losing himself in the deep purring. He began to mimic the sound, finding his ginger cat now on his lap too. He took his arm from the back of the couch and began massaging the back of both cats' heads, down to their little butts. He felt another rub against his head, only to find his black cat staring expectantly. He just did not have enough hands. He gently rubbed heads with the little black cat.

A giggle greeted his ears.

He found the big, long-haired white one butting heads with his adorable girlfriend while she continued to stroke his black and white cat. This scene would look insane to anyone who walked in that door. He looked down at his little Lis, wondering why she had fallen silent. He took back his hand that had been along the back of the couch and began stroking Lis' hair, startling her. After a moment, she relaxed into it, her head coming up to meet his hand. She really was just like a cat. He gulped as he noticed her toes curl, heard a little noise of pleasure. Wow.

"Lis?"

"Hm?" She purred quietly, lost in the touch of his hand.

"Why'd you go quiet on me?" He murmured, shifting slightly to pull her on top of him. She just made herself comfortable and kept her eyes closed, enjoying the attention of his hand. "Lis?"

"Am…" She sighed, seemingly searching for the right words. "Am I really no different to an upset Evergreen to you?" She finally asked, a note of pain almost hidden in her sad tone.

"Of course not." He whispered, kissing the top of her head now that it lay comfortably just below his chin. "It's just that the physical side of our relationship, well, it's not that different, but I'd choose your company over a mopey Ever any day." He mused, lifting her head slightly to kiss her forehead.

She suddenly looked back at him with a determined expression. Oh no. She crept up his body slightly, stopping so that their faces were mere millimetres apart. He could feel her breath tickling his face. If he just moved ever so slightly- She was kissing him. Fuck. It was a little… inexperienced, but he could not deny the tingle he was getting. He cupped her cheek, beginning to guild her through the kiss as he sat up a little. She shifted to be slightly more upright on his abs, gaining confidence. She nipped his bottom lip and he smirked, knowing full well she was not ready for what she was asking. His tongue.

She nipped again, more demanding this time, and he chuckled. He nudged her nose with his, earning a cute giggle from her, before deepening the kiss. Mouths still closed. She did not need, nor was she ready, for that gigantic muscle in her mouth. That could wait for when things were a little less…tender. He wanted to kiss her, not devour her. He felt her hands slip under his t-shirt, attempting to pull it up towards his head. And failing. It was stretching alright, but it wasn't going anywhere – not with their combined weight holding it in place under him.

"Rip it." He hissed, surprised to find himself quite so breathy. He could feel himself getting excited, but being so breathless? From kissing? He could feel her hesitation and grabbed the edge of his t-shirt. He tore the hem, leaving it for her to decide if she would open the t-shirt up like a book, exposing all the interesting bits hidden between the covers. "If you want to, fucking go for it."

She kissed him harder to the sound of ripping material. He felt a cool air against his chest before a feminine figure replaced his t-shirt. He groaned as she rubbed up against him, letting her fingers roam over his torso in wanton need. He closed his eyes as she began to kiss along his jaw, only to tug on his earlobe with her teeth. Who the hell had she been watching? He slid his hand down, stroking himself through his trousers. He still would not touch her. But that was not going to stop him from enjoying himself.

She broke away for a moment, only to return to his torso with skin to skin contact. Gone was her Kitty-Queen t-shirt. Those gorgeous boobs were still held firm in a satin bra. He wanted to let them out, feel them against his skin, touch them, bite them, suck them! He let out another loud groan, enjoying the little sounds of ecstasy she made as she licked and kissed his neck. He slipped his hand under the tight denim of his jeans, taking it back out again in frustration as he began trying to unbutton them. He had never found it so difficult in his entire fucking life.

Small hands pushed his aside, easily unhooking the button and lowering the zipper. He snatched her hands away and he opened his eyes to see her pouting at him cutely, her pupils dilated with desire. He kissed her, releasing her hands. They went straight to his pecs, rubbing over his damn nipples as she kissed him almost desperately. He let his hand sink back into his tight briefs, stroking himself, harder, faster, as he kissed her, showing her just how passionate a simple kiss could be. He croaked out a strange noise as he climaxed, startling her. How far off was she? Possibly miles, but he would not touch her. She would have to deal with that herself.

"I-I-I-"

"What?" He murmured, stoking her hair with his clean hand that had moved between her jaw and the back of the couch.

"M-My butt…" She blushed, unable to look at him.

"What about it?" He grinned, letting his tongue loll, as he waited for her to give him permission to touch that sacred body part.

"It's all wet." She mumbled, her entire face flushing with mortification.

Wet?

"Shit." He grunted, realising exactly where his dick must have been aimed. Well, fuck. He carefully slipped his deflated dick back where it belonged and sat up completely. Unintentionally making her sit on her sodden cotton shorts. On his crotch. "Bathroom?" He offered, feeling distinctly ashamed of himself. That had never been a problem before, but he had never actually had a fully clothed session before, so why would it have been.

"Can you get me some underwear, please?" She requested uncomfortably as she walked backwards towards the bathroom.

"No problem." He smiled softly, gently kissing her lips. She blushed but looked happy to be kissed, so he turned to walk to the bedroom. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Ten." She suddenly said sharply.

"Ten?" He frowned as he turned to look back at her. Ah, shower. She needed to wash his cum off of her ass… or, at least, the stuff that had seeped through the material.


It had been twenty. Was he supposed to go in? Was he supposed to wait like a good little boy? He could still hear the water going, even if it did sound a little strange. If he went in there, there would be no unseeing what he saw. Not that he would want to. Unsee, that is. Oh, he wanted to see that sexy body of hers. He wanted to touch every inch of it with his hands… his tongue! To get inside her… No, he needed to stop or he would get himself worked up again.

"Lis-baby?" He called, unable to wait much longer.

After a moment of silence, beyond the sound of the water from the showerhead, he pressed his ear against the door. He could just hear it. The short, sharp breaths. The wanton moans. His name. Repeatedly. Over and fucking over between those moans and breaths. Fuck. Twenty minutes? How could she still be at it after twenty minutes?! He could not afford that water bill! He was not Laxus or Freed! He knocked on the door, loud. He heard her startled gasp followed by the most delicious moan yet. He knocked again, harder, getting a stronger reaction. He was ready to hump his fucking door!

"Lis-baby, get out the shower." He groaned, hearing her gasp in response to his voice. He had not meant to groan like that, but he was getting damn painful listening to her. If she wanted to carry on like that, she could go home. In soiled shorts. Shorts that he himself had soiled. He was being a dick. "Please?"

The door opened, revealing his gorgeous girlfriend wrapped up in a giant navy bath towel. He frowned, noticing her hair and skin suspiciously dry. The shower was still going? What…? She winked at him, cheekily snatched the satin thong out of his hand, and sashayed over to the bedroom door. Which she promptly shut behind her. And locked. Fucking locked. What was he going to do?! It was not as if he had walked into the unlocked bathroom while she had been touching herself, so he was not going to storm into the bedr- Ah. The bathroom. It did not smell like fucking sex. She had been fucking messing with him!

"Lis!" He exclaimed, storming across to the bedroom door to thump the base of his fist against it! "That's not funny!"

"I totally got you!" She chimed on the other side, not bothering to hide her giggle.

"Were you trying to get me fucking hard?!" He snapped, banging on the door again.

Bickslow jumped as a fist banged unendingly on his flat door. Whoever the fuck that was, he was not answering it. That fucker sounded pissed. And not the good kind. That fucker sounded ready to smash his head in. He had not pissed off any boyfriends in almost a year, so it could hardly be to do with a jilted lover…? Maybe they had the wrong door? That was possible… Shit. What if they were on the wrong floor and wanted his little Lis? He growled and stormed up to the door.

He glared through the peephole.

And almost fainted.

Almost.

He dashed over to the bedroom door, hoping she would let him in as he text her the issue. He heard his bedroom window open and close, only for her to appear at the living room window. She gestured soundlessly for him to follow. Bickslow wedged his broad shoulders out of the window, before the rest quickly followed. Suddenly, he found himself wrapped in his girlfriend's soundless embrace. While the kiss felt amazing, this was not the moment. He began to pull back, before finding himself falling. Into his bedroom. She had been damn well distracting him!

"I know you're in there, Bickslow!" His friend's fiancé bellowed through his flat door. He was so dead when that beast got in here.

"What do you think you're doing?"

No? Could it?

"What has he done this time?! You'll disturb all the neighbours with that racket – I hadn't even realised it was you until you started shouting! Get upstairs now and write an apology letter! I've got to live here, Elf-nii!"

Thank fuck for his girlfriend…

"B-But! He was listening to you in the shower! I heard him tell you to get out of it!"

"Do I look like I've been for a shower?! What if you've just terrified his poor girlfriend!? If she leaves him because you decided to act like a brute-"

"Sorry!"


"Neat trick. How'd you pull it off?"

"What trick?" He grunted, sitting cross-legged on his couch.

"Making his baby sister appear from upstairs." Ever smirked, continuing to file her nails. "I was standing next to him on the landing. He went to knock and then paused. Turns out, he thought he'd heard you say 'Lis', so he stopped to listen and you said it again. The last straw was when I heard – without trying, may I add – you saying 'were you trying to get me hard'. Elf's face! I had to try to keep mine completely straight. He'd never forgive me for finding it hilarious that his baby sister is giving a guy older than him blue balls."

"She's not a kid, you know…" He grumbled, refusing to look at her. Not that she was even bothering to look at him. "And what were you guys doing anyway?"

"Coming to visit you, believe it or not." She mused, stretching her legs out so that her feet were on his lap. "I've been trying to convince him that you're not such a bad guy. Especially since convincing him is going to be pretty important before you tell him about you and his sister." He sighed and began rubbing her feet. How did everyone know?! "Freed's annoyed about the whole situation, since it seriously complicates things, but I don't mind. Laxus is happy for you, as long as you keep Lisanna happy, which – judging by how she was at our engagement party – you are."

"How'd you guys figure it out?" He grumbled, making sure to give her a thorough foot massage. He needed to keep her sweet. Especially if she decided it could be entertaining to watch her would-be husband beat him to death with those muscles of his.

"She was the only girl in the room you wouldn't look at, idiot." She deadpanned, rolling her eyes. "If Mira wasn't so convinced of her sister's innocence, she would have flambéed you right there."

"For what?!" He snapped, growling profanities under his breath. This whole situation was unfair. He was pretty sure that she had been the one to come onto him. It had been her…right? Or maybe he had been unintentionally giving off signals?

"Bix. Bix!" Ever called, slapping him over the head with her fan to regain his attention. He resumed rubbing her delicate feet. "For deflowering her baby sister, of course. What else?"

"But I haven't touched her! And she hasn't touch me! Ok, wait, we did start kissing for the first time that day when you guys turned up and started trying to bang my door down." He explained awkwardly, shifting slightly.

"Oh my." Evergreen cooed, fanning herself. "Bickslow getting flustered! Bickslow's in love~!"

"Shut up." He grumbled, turning his head to look out the window.

Just as a set of feet touched down on his windowsill.

"That's how you do it!" Evergreen exclaimed, suddenly pointing at the window with her closed fan. "The window?! You make your girlfriend come and go through the window?!" She laughed, wiping tears from her eyes carefully as she tried not to ruin her makeup.

"I do have a key." Lisanna coughed as she realised she had an audience. "Sorry, hadn't realised you were here."

"I didn't tell her – she worked it out!" Bickslow rushed desperately, hoping his cute girlfriend would not break up with him over it.

"I know." Lis replied, tilting her head to one side slightly. "At the engagement party, she told me I had to-"

A folding fan smacked dead centre between her eyes, cutting her off.

"I'm heading home." Ever puffed, standing up and collecting her fan. She whispered something menacing into his girlfriend's ear before hurrying out the door.

"What the hell was that about?" Bickslow frowned, looking between the now closed door and his girlfriend.

"If I tell you, she'll tell Elf-nii about us." Lisanna laughed nervously.

"Right…"


"Are we telling them or what?"

"What."

"Are we telling them or not telling them?"

"Like I said, what, as in not."

"It's getting a little old, Lis." Bickslow sighed as he waltzed his secret girlfriend around the ballroom floor of her brother's reception. "The only reason we're allowed to dance like this right now is because Laxus refused to dance, so Freed is dancing with Mira instead of dancing with you. Cue my intro."

"I know…" She mumbled, tightening her grip on his shoulder. She was not being fair, but she just did not want to ruin her brother's wedding and he knew that. He really did. But now his friends were starting to give them dirty looks, as if they were doing something wrong. "What about when they come back from honeymoon?"

"We've been putting this off since Ever pulled me up on it, threatening to tell your Elf-nii about us." He hissed, fighting to keep a smile on his face.

He should be ecstatic to be dancing so openly with his girlfriend. Except everyone only thought they were dancing together because they were obligated to. Which, he guessed, they were, thanks to Laxus. He could not thank his friend enough for this opportunity, but it just felt wrong now. Months of hiding their relationship had started to make him feel… bitter. Was he ever going to be good enough to bring home? He had not looked at another woman in almost eighteen months, but he had not been welcome to her birthday celebration, or her family Christmas. They may still have each other, but he was still the damn outcast, just like he had been eighteen months ago.

"I'm going to kiss you." He murmured, keeping his voice low and seductive, only for her to suddenly look back at him in horror. Horror. The idea of him kissing her was horrific? This was fucked up. "Fine."

"Thank you." She gulped, looking away from him again.

"It's over."

He broke away from her and made his way to the edge of the dancefloor, suddenly in desperate need of a drink. He heard the titters as he tried to ignore his dance partner abandoned in the middle of the dancefloor, looking ready to cry. He would not turn back. He would not go comfort her. She was twenty-two years old and insisted on hiding their relationship like teenagers after almost a year and a half! Like she was ashamed of him! He angrily swiped at his right eye, cursing it for starting to water as he grabbed a flute of champagne off of the buffet table. He heard the nods of approval and turned his head to look back at the dancefloor.

Laxus.

He really owed him now.

His best friend was now swinging his now ex-girlfriend around the room enthusiastically, making her laugh away her tears. It should have been him doing that. Had he still been his old self, they would have been just like that in the first place. Where had he gone? Where was his spirit? His enthusiasm? Had he really lost it? All because his girlfriend had been too ashamed to tell her family about him? Was he still in there somewhere? Or was his spirit broken alongside his heart?

"Bickslow."

Bickslow froze under the sound of that voice. That very deep voice. He was not sure if he could turn around. Could he face that giant hunk of muscle? Shit. He did not have a choice, not when it was the big guy's wedding day. He downed his drink and hoped he did not look as if he had been crying. He turned around. And was immediately crushed. The giant wall of muscle was squeezing the life out of him. This was it. The big lug had found out and now he was going to be crushed to death.

"Ever told me that you needed a hug because you're hurting." Elfman sobbed into his ear. "It's MANLY to let your feelings show!"

This was a hug? This giant was hugging him? Because he was…hurting? Did he know that Bickslow had just broken up with his little sister? No, that was unlikely, but he had just walked away from her on the dancefloor. He should go apologise. Once he found his way out of this… hug. He patted Elfman on the back soothingly before his own tears finally began to fall. Freely. He had been hurting. He had never kept anything a secret from his friends before. Even once they knew, it had been taboo to talk about it in case one of her siblings had overheard. He had been her dirty little secret… and, eventually, that had started to… hurt.

"Elf-nii…" His ex-girlfriend's voice called out softly. "Please can you let go of Bix…?"

"Bix?" Elfman sniffed, looking down at his sister in confusion.

"Yes… I kind of need to talk him out of breaking up with me…" She explained, pain shining in those beautiful sapphires. "Although, I'd definitely deserve it if he walked away now… Since I swore him to secrecy five-hundred-and-thirty-six days ago. He probably feels like I'm ashamed to call him my boyfriend – I'm not. Between wanting to keep him to myself and being terrified of what you or Mira-nee would do to him if you thought he'd taken advantage of me… When in truth, it's been me who's taken advantage of his kindness, his heart, his spirit, and his love. I love him very much, Elf-nii, but I've hurt him by trying so hard to protect him… That day you caught us… and I appeared from upstairs… That was the first time we'd actually gone so far as to make out… This whole relationship has been at my pace, not his, and I have tormented him – he's put up with me, and my overbearing family, like a saint." She explained through rivers of tears as Elfman held Bickslow tight against him. "I truly love him, Elf-nii." She sniffed, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands as she held her brother's gaze.

A single clap resounded through the room. A patter, then full applaud. A comforting arm wrapped around her. She turned into it without breaking her brother's unblinking stare. She froze as she realised it was Evergreen and not Mira who held her. Her sister-in-law kissed the top of her head and rubbed her arm encouragingly. Freed appeared by her side, offering her his tissue. Bickslow could not believe what he was seeing. His family, standing around her, to the sound of the whole room's applause for her sudden speech, her declaration of love for him.

"I love you too." He managed to gasp out, her brother's arms still trapping him unbearably tightly against that muscular torso.

"Elfman." Mira's voice cooed from somewhere behind them. "Elfman, let him go."

"Please, Elf-nii?" Lisanna gulped, Ever holding her tighter in comfort.

"Elfman…?" Mira continued to press, laying a hand gently on her brother's arm.

Was he seriously gonna die here because this big oaf had gone into shock?!

"ELFMAN!" His bride snapped, hitting him square between the eyes with her white stiletto.

He released Bickslow and fell backwards into the waiting chair.

"Thought you actually were gonna kill me there!" Bickslow guffawed, trying to catch his breath as he looked down at the giant.

"So did I." Mira admitted, Evergreen nodding her agreement as she appeared by his side. "We maybe should have told him sooner that his little sister isn't a child anymore."

"You knew?"

Bickslow flinched, unsure how this was going to end.

"I had my suspicions, but I decided that you were old enough to make your own choices and that you would come to me when you were ready." Mira smiled motherly, taking her sister's face in her hands to make her look up into her eyes. "As long as you're happy, that's all that matters." She affirmed, kissing Lisanna's forehead. "And anyway, your Elf-nii just married an older woman, so he can hardly say anything about your choice!"

"Ok, enough." Bickslow cackled, watching as the bride tried to descend all her fury on her head bridesmaid. "Can I just fucking kiss my cute as fuck, amazing girlfriend already? I've been wanted to since I saw her in that fucking dress coming down the aisle!"

"Bix!"

"Lis." He snatched her up into his arms, wrenching her up off of her feet, and making her laugh. It truly was a musical sound. He planted a firm, passionate kiss on her delicious lips. "I fucking love you."