A/N: Gah, I'm so happy you guys are liking thing revamp. I'm having a lot of fun doing it too, and it's making me think I should go back through all of my stories and fix them up… Then again, if I did that, I'd never get any new content out lol. And then you all would kill me.
But, this is the last chapter for the 2015 entry of this series. The next chapter will be the beginning of the 2016 entry. And, as a reminder, there will be a 2017 entry as well.
2015 - Fairy Tale, Part 3
Beauty and the Beast
Cobra and Lucy rushed into the room, and the large door slammed shut behind them. Two men stood by a metal chute, trying to make their escape and fighting against gravity while doing it. The other three were spread out on the other side of what Lucy and Cobra quickly came to realize was a laundry room.
Several waist-high tables sat in neat rows in the center of the room for folding, with some a little lower that held irons and spray bottles filled with water. Four washing machines lined the back wall, and four dryers ran perpendicular to them along the other wall.
"Two or three?" Cobra asked.
"You take the three," Lucy answered. "You'll probably be done in no time."
"Now you're gettin' it," Cobra chuckled. "Try not to get your ass killed." He rushed off toward the three men and started throwing hit after hit at them. It was entirely their fault that he hadn't already gotten to feel Lucy's plump lips pressed against his, and as the perpetrators of his agitation, they needed to suffer a little more than just getting knocked out right away from a single hit with his magic.
Surprisingly enough, he had gotten paired up with some mildly competent mages. He took a glance over to where Lucy was fighting only to see her sneering defiantly as her opponents backed her into a corner. One hand pressed against her ribs where the boning on her corset looked as though it had been bent inward.
"This is fucking bullshit," Lucy spat. There was just way too much damn fabric in her ten million layers of skirts. She could hardly dodge attacks properly with how constricting and rigid her corset was, and that was before one of the guys she was facing decided to punch her in the ribs. She was pretty sure it broke his hand in the process when his fist connected with the steel boning, but now it was just painful for her to even breathe.
It wasn't as though she really needed to have the dress in the first place, since her keys and whip were attached to garters on her thighs. Garters, she might add, that she had no way of getting to because of the damn skirt.
Cobra decided to finish his fight off quickly just in case Lucy couldn't handle her own. It wasn't that he thought she was an incompetent mage by any means, more that she wasn't exactly dressed appropriately for fighting. That much had been clear before they had even gotten to the party.
It had been less than a minute since he had chanced a look in her direction by the time he was nearly done, so when he turned back to see how it was going, Cobra was thoroughly surprised to see Lucy in nothing more than a pair of gold heels, sheer cream colored stockings topped with gold garters, a gold and white lace thong and her corset. Well, not for much longer since as soon as his gaze finally reached her hips, the corset was flying off into the room to reveal a gold and white strapless bra. 'Holy fucking hell… That. Is. Amazing,' he thought.
"Look at that, the hottie's giving us a free show!"
"Aw, you think I'm hot?" Lucy cooed, cocking her hip out to one side and striking a sexy pose with her hand resting on one of the tables. She forced a giggle out when the two men nodded, then chuckled darkly as she grabbed an iron that had been left on and tackled one of the men to the ground. "How hot am I now?" she asked with a sneer, raising the appliance into the air and cracking him across the head with it. She lifted the iron up and turned the dial on the top, then cackled while bringing the still scorching iron to the man's face. "Fucking steamy!" she shouted.
Cobra busted out laughing, then ducked when the last enemy he was supposed to be focusing on tried to sucker punch him. "Oh, the irony!" he shouted back to Lucy, grinning when there was a bright peal of laughter from across the room. Two swift kicks, one to the gut and one to the chin, had the final guy down for the count. Well, then he just needed to kill them. If Jellal wasn't around to tell him not to, then he could easily say it was an occupational hazard.
Right then, he didn't feel like getting his hands dirty though. So, he did it the easy way, and the more boring way, and simply let some very potent poison drift from his fingertips right into their eyes. The fast absorption was definitely worth it, time-wise, and being able to see their eyes shriveling in the sockets was just a bonus. But he was done with his own work for the time being, which meant Cobra was going to sit his happy ass back and see what Lucy was going to do next.
He'd been curious to see what kind of fighter she had evolved into since her fight against Angel nearly eight years prior—that had given him hours of entertainment while he laughed at length over the white-haired swan princess' humiliating defeat—and he was definitely enjoying just how inventive she seemed to be.
Lucy quickly rolled off of the now unconscious and crispy man, then started dodging attacks left and right from what she later realized was the only enemy left in the room. A dagger slashed across her arm as she ducked beneath a table and crawled to the other side. When she stood up again, she saw a bright green cardboard box a few tables away that could really come in handy. With her goal firmly in place, Lucy dove over the table beside her, then rolled under the one after that. She stood up only to find herself face to face with the hate-filled sneer of the far-too-fast bastard, her eyes widening as she brought a closed fist to her chest.
"P-Please… Don't hurt me…" she whimpered.
Cobra raised an eyebrow at that. He could hear what she had planned, but the fact that she was so easily able to sound like a fucking stereotypical damsel in distress was slightly unnerving. The slight quiver in her voice was something he was accustomed to hearing while he was attacking people, something he still loved to hear even to that day. Upon closer inspection, Lucy had even managed to replicate a truly terrified shiver in her limbs, in the way her heel stuttered across the tile floor while she tried to take a step away from the man. There were fake tears shining in her wide honey eyes, her lips trembled as though she was moments away from hysterics.
All in all, she was a damn good actress, but Cobra had the feeling that it wasn't so much acting as it was pulling from her past experiences. Lucy let out an ear-piercing shriek when the man flipped the table that stood between them, quickly backing herself up into the table behind her as he stalked forward.
'Five, four, three, two, one.'
Cobra grinned when her fearful expression disappeared and gave way to what had to be, hands down, the sexiest and most sadistic grin he'd ever seen on a woman. She brought her fisted hand up to her lips and opened it just as the enemy mage was one step away from her. Then she blew the powdered laundry detergent that she'd grabbed right into his eyes.
The man clawed at his eyes, trying to dislodge the gritty chemical compounds before he went blind, and Lucy reached down and pulled her whip from its home on her garter. She poured a small amount of magic into the weapon and grinned when the glowing blue stream filled with brilliant golden sparkles lashed out and wrapped around his neck. With a simple flick of her wrist, he went flying across the room and into the laundry chute. The only downside was the amount of force that he ended up hitting the metal lining with caused it to shake and groan until the bottom plate of the chute collapsed under his weight, sending his limp body plummeting down to what Lucy hoped was the basement, and not some secret passage into a forbidden realm of unending darkness.
"That…" Cobra walked over to the chute and peered into the black abyss below. "Has got to be the most insane shit I've ever heard in my life. Does your brain always throw out random fucking metaphors for shit, or is that an occasional occurrence?"
Lucy shrugged and coiled her whip, placing it back on her garter for safekeeping. "It's fifty-fifty, I guess." She paused and laughed when Cobra turned to look at her. "You know, all we need is some candy, a couple snakes, and a ladder. Then this will be the best party ever!"
"Really?" Cobra deadpanned. She simply laughed, and it only grew as the seconds ticked by. "A literal interpretation of Chutes and Ladders. That's where you just went with this?"
He couldn't really hold back his laughter though when she started recreating the board game in her head. It was both far too realistic, and far too goddamn hilarious not to laugh when Midnight was used as a replacement for one of the snakes, just sleeping the day away until someone—namely Hoteye—was unlucky enough to fall down the chute that led to his gaping maw. The candy Lucy had mentioned, he quickly realized, was because the woman had a sweet tooth like no other, and apparently envisioned getting a piece of candy as a reward for every ladder climbed on their way to freedom.
After their laughter had settled down, Cobra's eye raked over Lucy's lingerie-clad body, sending heat flaring in his veins when he looked back up to see a light blush on her cheeks. "You weren't kidding about people seeing your underwear all the time..."
Lucy rolled her eyes and hopped up onto one of the tables to rest her feet for a bit. There was no point in trying to hide herself when this was the second time in forty-eight hours that the Poison Slayer had seen her in just her unmentionables, and she was against putting that damn corset back on so soon. She just wanted a minute to breathe.
"No, I wasn't," she said. "But this time I took my own clothes off for a change... Usually they're getting burnt, or torn, or frozen, or blown away, sliced off, shredded to bits and pieces..."
Cobra grinned and added, "Or you walk out of a tent…"
"Right," Lucy said with a nod. "Then there was that pervy ass dragon that decided he only like eating naked people. Lemme tell you, flying over Crocus butt naked was both wholly liberating and a moment worthy of shitting my pants."
"If you'd had any, you mean," Cobra offered, chuckling when Lucy nodded again. "So, you're just planning on sitting here for a bit without covering up?"
"Pretty much," Lucy said with a cheeky grin. She kicked her feet back and forth in the hopes that she could get them to stop swelling. Or hurting. At least for a couple minutes. "You're not complaining, so it must not be that bad."
Cobra shrugged. "Could be worse... You could be Midnight wearing all that shit..." He watched as Lucy blanched while she pictured Midnight in her lingerie, and it quickly descended into him very easily fitting into The Rocky Horror Picture Show. "Exactly... That... Was a weird time in his life apparently..."
He was very glad that Midnight had gotten out of that phase though. Finding him rummaging through Angel's wardrobe in the Oracion Seis compound when she'd first gotten out of training bras was actually cause for quite a bit of concern. Mainly because Cobra knew that if the thirteen year old Angel had found him, Midnight would have been smeared across the side of the building.
When they were fifteen, he'd actually had to listen to Midnight's running commentary on wishing the lace bra and panty set he'd bought for himself looked better. Thankfully, he'd given up on the lingerie and stuck with the makeup.
"Explains the boa…"
"Lipstick, too," Cobra said as he walked over to the door, only to find that it was apparently stuck. Lucy appeared to be in the middle of thoroughly enjoying the lack of her cumbersome outfit, so he shrugged and walked back over to the table she was sitting on, then hopped up to sit next to her.
Her gaze drifted over to the men that Cobra had killed.
'Y'know… I should just fucking kiss him and get it over with already. I've been wanting him to do it ever since we left the hotel… And we were so damn close earlier…'
Not one to be outdone, Cobra quickly leaned over to finally get that damn kiss. The only problem was that the moment he'd chosen to do it, Lucy shifted and shot forward as well, causing the two of them to headbutt each other. Cobra pulled back in surprise and chuckled while Lucy blushed and rubbed the small pink spot of her forehead. "Well, that's one way to use your head."
Lucy's blush deepened, a small giggle bubbling up from her throat. She leaned forward again for take two of this godforsaken kiss only for Cobra to grab her face just before their noses smashed together.
"Just stop fucking moving, or this shit's never gonna happen," Cobra chuckled. When Lucy nodded, with her bright red cheeks pinched together and giving her a little fishy face, Cobra shook his head with a smirk and slowly loosened his grip on her. His hand slid over her jaw, and he cupped the back of her neck while he finally closed the distance between them.
It had been a while since the he'd felt a woman's lips pressed against his, and the breathy moan that spilled from her as his tongue brushed across the seam of her lips suddenly had him hard as a rock. Granted, he knew it wouldn't take much to get him to that point, considering he'd been watching her sexy ass fighting in lingerie.
Lucy's lips parted only slightly, her tongue hesitantly sliding out to meet with his. Just that first touch had her taking in a sharp breath, her hands sifting through his hair and shocking her with just how damn soft it was. That definitely wasn't something she'd been expecting. It wasn't something she could dwell on, however, when Cobra's tongue plunged between her lips while he carefully leaned her back onto the table. She slowly pulled her legs up from dangling over the edge, whimpering when he shifted to settle himself between them as he nipped at her lower lip. A very prominent bulge in his pants pressed against her, and Lucy moaned and grabbed the lapels of his jacket to pull well-hidden muscles flush against her.
Cobra propped himself on one elbow, his free hand slowly gliding down from her neck to tentatively cup one full, barely covered breast that had looked oh-so tempting while being held in that golden corset. The fact that her soul started damn near purring while she arched into his touch was enough to send a low groan rumbling through him.
Lucy was fully aware of just how little she knew about Cobra—aside from her own personal experience where some of his criminal tendencies were concerned—but she had always had a thing for men that could make her laugh.
Sure, his sense of humor was very clearly ten kinds of fucked up, but he wasn't an idiot that couldn't handle trading insults. In fact, he was probably one of the best at that particular pastime of hers that she'd ever met.
Rationally, Lucy knew her willingness to suddenly rip off his clothing to satiate her lust was due to hormones, the building sexual tension of the night, and the fact that the way he kissed and caressed her was absolutely dizzying. The emotional side of her had decided to pop up and start throwing out all of the things he'd done in just forty-eight hours that had made her heart melt or flutter; how he'd stood up for her earlier in the night, the way he hadn't completely ogled her when she'd accidentally walked out of her tent in her underwear, even the way he hadn't interfered in her fight even though he could just have finished everyone in the room off with one blast from his magic.
And then the way he had looked at her while they were dancing. There was that smile of his that had completely surprised her by its appearance, how his hands felt while they were gripping her waist, and—
"You think too much," Cobra whispered between kisses.
"So… Mmm… I've been told," Lucy moaned. Her eyes rolled back as his thumb brushed across her nipple, and Lucy wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him even closer.
Cobra groaned as she forced his arousal to grind against her, and his hand slid down to lightly grasp her hip while he rocked into her again. "Shit," he growled softly when Lucy pushed her hands beneath his jacket and slid it quickly down his arms. He shifted slightly and pulled the blue and gold fabric off, throwing it into the room before pulling her into a sitting position so he could get the rest of his clothes off more easily.
He couldn't stop kissing her now that he'd had a taste. She was sinful and sweet, and so damn addicting. Fuck, he wanted her more than ever.
Her mind and soul practically screamed at him to just tear everything to shreds and fuck her senseless, but just for good measure… "Tell me yes," he whispered.
"What?"
Cobra pulled back from the kiss to look into her lust-darkened eyes, his cock twitching when he saw how swollen her lips were as she tried to catch her breath. "I can hear what you want, but I want you to tell me."
"Oh… Well, yeah. I figured it was pretty obvious considering I'm making out with you in my underwear on a laundry room table, with a bunch of dead guys lying on the floor. Then there's the fact that my panties are fucking soaked… So, yeah. I want you to bang my brains out."
A wicked grin spread across Cobra's face as he reached forward and popped the clasp on the front of her bra, catching the lacy material as it fell and tossing it behind him. "Never pegged you for being into bestiality," he teased. So she knew they were dead, and she didn't mind it one bit. That was definitely a tick in his favor then.
"Well, I'm into you, so I guess I am," Lucy rasped just before he dove down to kiss her again. She quickly unbuttoned his vest, then untucked his shirt and started to undo the buttons from the bottom, and giggled when she reached the top while Cobra was still trying to untie his cravat. She pulled away to ask if he wanted any help, and ended up falling back on the table when she saw the bewildered expression on his face. "H-How…" She laughed, her arms wrapping around her stomach to try and hold herself together. "How did you… tangle everything up?"
"Not a damn clue," Cobra muttered. "I do know this fucking thing..." He paused to carefully gesture to the cravat that was stuck to the side of his head. "... Is stuck on my earring. Also, it's trying to suffocate me."
"Here, I'll help you," Lucy said as her giggles subsided. She carefully sat up and gave Cobra a pointed look while he openly stared at her chest. She watched as he slid the gold vest down his arms and threw it off the side of the table. "Something caught your interest there?"
"Yep," Cobra answered, licking his lips and slowly looking back into her eyes. "Those perky tits of yours. They're begging for some attention."
"Well, get on it lazy ass," Lucy shot back. She carefully pulled the the cravat away from the side of his face until she got to his earring. "I'm not gonna feel myself up. Now, lemme show you how to get undressed properly."
Cobra chuckled and let his hands glide over her dangerously tiny waist and up to cup her breasts. When she paused in her careful removal of—as he would forever call it—the Cravat of Doom, he raised an eyebrow at her. "Properly, huh? Aren't your pinkies supposed to be up?"
Lucy nibbled on her lip, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth when his thumbs brushed over her nipples. "That's… only for tea," she whispered shakily.
"Need a teabag then?" he asked when she pulled the silky monstrosity from around his neck, only to gape at her when the feisty woman stuffed it into his mouth.
Lucy's back arched when Cobra growled and teased her breasts with more purpose, making her laughter at the face he'd made die down in an instant. "N-No, but… if any of these guys wakes up, have at it. I'm sure they'd love to get a taste of your toxic testicles."
Cobra snorted and turned his head to the side to spit out the cravat, then leaned forward and closed his mouth over the dusky tip that was begging for some affection. He groaned when she cried out as his tongue drew tight circles over her, his thumb mimicking the motion on her other breast.
Lucy shakily unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and tried to push it down his shoulders, only to find that Cobra was highly against removing his hands from her chest in favor of taking his shirt off. "Fuck, E-Erik," she moaned. Her hands slid down his bare chest to the buckle on his belt.
A low growl vibrated through him and into her chest, and Lucy started frantically pulling at the strip of leather to try and loosen it from the metal bastard that was keeping it in place. By some miracle, the belt disintegrated completely, and Lucy drew back when she heard Cobra chuckling.
"It's no miracle," he rasped as he forced her back down onto the table. "That thing has been pissing me off all night. Little bit of poison goes a long way."
She watched with rapt attention when his hands finally lifted from her chest to pull his shirt off, baring lean muscles and utterly fucking delicious looking caramel skin that had her mouth well and truly watering. Her eyes raked over him, taking in every perfectly defined cut in his muscles, the thin strip of maroon hair that led from just below his navel and down beneath his pants, his narrow hips, and then all the way back up to see a well-earned cocky grin on his face.
"You good?" Cobra chuckled. "Because I can give you another—"
Lucy brought one hand up to tangle in his hair, pulling him down and crashing their lips together while the other lowered to the band of his pants. The quick shift and tug of material, the ripple of a zipper, twin moans when her dainty gloved hand pushed past his boxers and greedily wrapped around his aching shaft. Cobra heard loud and fucking clear what she wanted, just how desperately everything in Lucy was screaming for him to take her right then, and he couldn't agree with her more.
Lucy really couldn't remember feeling like this ever before. Sure, she had been turned on by men, had her fair share of them in her bed even, but there was just something about Cobra in particular that had turned her into a ravenous beast, and she really couldn't care less what it was. Not when she had him quite literally in her grasp.
Cobra groaned when she started stroking him. Her silk glove gliding so effortlessly over his arousal had his hands shooting down to pull his clothes off the rest of the way. Maneuvering with his head being held in place while Lucy fully dominated his mouth with her tongue—something he hadn't realized would turn him on as much as it was—was more than a little awkward. Luckily, after several pathetically failed attempts, he was able to kick everything off. Not a moment after the soft thud of his clothing hitting the floor sounded through the room, his shoes followed right behind it. He probably should have kicked the shoes off first instead of letting them get caught in his pants, but that didn't matter all that much.
"Gloves," he growled, a long moan barreling through him when Lucy harshly bit down on his lip. It felt way too good. How the hell had he not known that she would be this feisty? But he wanted to feel her actual hand on his cock, not the smooth material that was in the process of stealing his breath away. "Get those fucking gloves off."
Lucy was burning up from within, her sex clenching excitedly at the sounds coming from the Slayer on top of her. She pulled her right hand back and put her fingers to her mouth, using her teeth to yank the gold glove from her and tossing it as far away as she could manage.
Cobra kissed and sucked his way down her throat, growling when the hand in his hair tightened almost painfully and pulled him closer. He rocked his hips against her lace-covered sex, marveling at just how drenched her panties were. "Shit, you weren't kidding about having a waterfall between your legs," he rasped as the tips of his pointed teeth lightly scraped over her throat. "We should get these off of you."
"It's your fault... Fuck ... For turning me on this much."
His fingers hooked into her panties, teasing her sex with quick brushes of his knuckles. Just the faintest touch at her entrance from his fingertips had her legs spreading wider, her hips tilting to invite the calloused digits to send her soaring. He was just about to push two fingers into her when a pained groan sounded off a short distance away from them. Her eyes shot open when Cobra went completely still, a low growl that was entirely different—but no less panty-dropping than the others—rumbling through him.
"Seriously?" Cobra snarled when he saw the guy Lucy had burned with an iron rolling onto his side with a hand to his face.
Lucy scowled and propped herself up on her elbows. "Oh, hell no. This is not fucking happening right now." She pushed Cobra up just a little further, holding onto his shoulder with one hand while she reached down and grabbed the cord for an iron that was still plugged in and was, she belatedly realized, far too close to her hair for comfort. It didn't really matter to her if the damn thing was on. It just needed to be heavy.
She used the cord as though she had been trained in iron-fighting for years, spinning the appliance faster and faster until she lashed out at the barely conscious fucker. Cobra's eye followed every movement, his ears picked up every sound. A loud thud when the iron hit its target. Sizzling flesh followed by a strangled cry of pain, and since that particular appliance had been used for heavy duty laundry, it was much hotter than the last one she'd used.
Cobra glanced back as the iron slid off of the unlucky bastard's face, taking a decent bit of bubbling, melted flesh with it, then slowly turned to see that Lucy was waiting for the fucker to start moving again. "Wow," Cobra chuckled, "You really like ironing..."
"I figured I'd help get rid of his wrinkles," Lucy shot back. "Also, if we get interrupted again, I'm liable to kill something." She squeaked in alarm when she was pinned to the table again, and before she could say anything, Cobra's mouth slanted roughly over hers. Her hands dropped to her hips and she lifted herself to slide the lace down her legs, only for a loud moan to escape her when Cobra snarled and quickly slammed his waiting fingers into her. "Wait... Nnngh... My... My underwear."
"Fuck your underwear."
"That's fucking disgusting..."
Cobra chuckled and scissored his fingers when she pictured walking in on him in the bathroom with several pairs of her panties wrapped around his dick like some creepy fashionista pocket pussy. "That's not what I meant at all."
Lucy's eyes rolled back when he started moving faster. "I know… But… It could have been…"
"Not in a million fucking years."
"I don't know that. You…" Lucy let out a quivering moan when his fingers withdrew, but she still found it in herself to smirk up at him and whisper, "You could be a total closet perv."
"Son of a bitch..." Cobra cackled. He just couldn't help it. He was horny and more than ready to fuck her brains out, but then she had to go and say something like that. There was really only one way to get him to laugh uncontrollably, and that was with puns. no matter how shitty they were. "Goddamnit, that's… That's not fucking f-funny!"
"Then why are you laughing?" Lucy nearly screeched, turning her head away from him and pressing her lips to his shoulder to try and stifle her laughter even a little bit. She couldn't even begin to understand what had come over her. There she was with a deliciously dangerous paragon of masculinity, ready to lose herself in hormones, and jokes started flying out. "Did you figure out how to pull off your next successful panty raid?"
"I swear, if you don't fucking st—OH MY GOD, WOMAN!" How Cobra was able to stay hard through it all was beyond him, especially when Lucy started picturing several dozen chibi-Cobras sneaking into her tent at night with miniature torches and pitchforks. Each and every single one was wearing a single night-vision monocle with a small green laser attachment on it. Those tiny versions of himself made their way to her bag, then stacked themselves on top of each other while one climbed up the rest like a ladder, dove headfirst into the bag and popped up a moment later with black lace on his head and a creepy fucking smile on his face. The chibi-Cobras systematically emptied Lucy's bag of every slip of lace, silk, or satin lingerie in an assembly line, then snuck out with her imaginary sleeping self being none the wiser.
"Why?" he chuckled. "Why is it I wanna fuck the funny one?" Leave it to him to find the one woman out there that was quick with an insult, sharp enough to have some damn good wordplay going, and an imagination that was far too vivid for him to ignore.
"Because—" Lucy tried to say only to giggle when Cobra threw a hand over her mouth. "I know you can hear me like this too, Erik."
"If you plan on getting my dick in you any time tonight, then you'll have to stop making my ass laugh so goddamn hard." Cobra grinned when Lucy whimpered, the sudden realization that he was entirely right hitting her like an out of control SE vehicle. "That's what I thought."
Her eyes flashed with excitement while she parted her lips and teased his palm with the tip of her tongue drawing slow circles. A slow and seductive grin spread across her flushed face, her tongue following his hand as he pulled it away from her. She lifted her bare hand and brought it to his, tilting her head back until his fingertips brushed over her lips.
His breath hitched as she ran her tongue over the pads of his fingers, and her eyes fluttered closed when a bittersweet flavor burst across her taste buds, reminding her of the darkest and richest chocolate she'd ever had—sinful, delicious, and utterly deadly if not handled properly.
His cock was begging to replace his fingers when Lucy pulled them into her mouth, her devastatingly dexterous tongue sliding between them and curling up and over the tops as she withdrew. She sucked gently at his fingertips, then twisted her tongue and greedily swallowed them whole. He gasped as her gloved hand trailed from one hip to the other, moving lower and lower until she brushed over his arousal. His hips surged forward over her sex, the lace still covering her adding more friction that contrasted so heavily with the fabric that his breath stuttered and his body quaked.
A long moan vibrated through her lips while his fingers teased the back of her tongue, and he finally found the ability to hold his weight on his knees. His free hand ghosted over her chest, down her stomach, and finally landed at the lace between her legs as his mouth descended on the valley between her breasts.
Lucy whimpered when Cobra gave her sex only a single, feather-light touch before he was shakily pulling down her panties. Thank god he wasn't going to tease her anymore. Joking out of the way, she felt her desire swelling more quickly than ever before until she was flushed and desperate. Until her body trembled under the simplest touch.
A deep, rumbling growl sounded in the room as he started sucking on the skin over her sternum—just low enough that her dress and cleavage would hide it completely—and Lucy lifted her hips to help the flimsy material slide down more easily. Her hips met with the table again, and Lucy pulled her knees up closer to her chest while moaning around his fingers.
"Fucking hell," Cobra groaned as he tried to shimmy the lace down her legs. He was mere seconds from shredding the shit, but he was also pretty sure Lucy wanted to have something covering her when they walked out of this room. "Where the fuck… did you learn how to do that?"
Lucy giggled and pulled his fingers from her mouth, circling her lips with them. "Lollipops are wonderful things, Erik. I love candy."
Cobra chuckled softly when she winked at him, and pulled the lace down the last stretch of her long, slender legs. Of course, the fucking thing snagged on her shoe. "Someone out there hates me…"
Lucy lifted her head and peered down to see Cobra trying to take off her shoe, then kicked his foot away. "No fucking way. If these satanic shoes come off, there's no way in hell I'm putting them back on. And there's fucking glass out there…"
"I would say I'd carry you, but…" Cobra quirked his lips. "We both know that's not fucking happening."
"You're truly a gentleman," Lucy deadpanned.
"Goddamn right, I am," Cobra said.
"Just fucking tear the stupid things off," she sighed. "Burn them, disintegrate them. I really don't care at this point."
"Don't need to tell me twice," Cobra growled with a wicked grin. He fisted the flimsy material and ripped it in one quick motion. He tossed it away and was instantly pulled into a steamy kiss. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and he growled when her heels dug into his thighs as she pulled him closer, forcing him—although he really didn't need much in the way of persuasion—to grind against her dripping sex. "Son of a… Fuck…" he moaned as she parted around his throbbing length, the short patch of hair just above her sex teasing his cock with each pass over her.
"Erik, if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to kill you…"
"No foreplay, huh?" He definitely thought they'd had enough for the time being. Any other time, he wouldn't have even considered getting his pants off until she was already a quivering, post-orgasmic mess.
"Hell no. Next time, I expect all the foreplay in the world. But, right now…" Lucy leaned up and licked the shell of Cobra's ear, grinning when his breath stuttered. "I need you inside of me, Erik."
"Shit," Cobra growled, pulling his hips back to line himself up at her entrance. Her breath gently puffed out across his ear, and he slowly turned his head to capture her lips as he pushed forward.
Lucy's eyes widened, and she scrambled away from Cobra with a high-pitched squeak of alarm. "Wrong hole! Wrong hole!"
Cobra smirked and quickly grabbed Lucy's arms when her spastic flailing almost sent her catapulting off of the table, pulling her back over to her original position. "I'm not picky," he said with a shrug.
"Well, I am!" Lucy hissed. "Fucking asshole…"
Cobra grinned, brushing her hair from her eyes and running his nose against hers. "That's apparently what I was trying to do. But you went all falsetto on my ass like a teenage boy in the opera. You scream like a girl, by the way..."
Lucy giggled and rolled her eyes at him. "Erik, I am a girl. Not a damn castrato…"
"Well, I'd hope so, Lucy," Cobra whispered as he reached down and brushed his flared head over her sex. "Otherwise, I'd wonder why you've got this…"
Lucy's eyes rolled back when Cobra filled her in one slow stroke, the thickness of his shaft stretching her further than she'd ever experienced before. "Fuck, Erik…" Her breath stuttered and a small whimper crawled up her throat as he rocked his hips and pushed even deeper until his pelvis was pressed tightly to hers.
She'd never felt so damn full in her life, and found her body struggling to accommodate him. Her eyes shot open when he growled above her, and Lucy suddenly saw the tension in his jaw while he held himself in place.
"Holy shit, you're tight," Cobra groaned, slowly pulling his hips back and feeling every inch of Lucy's sex rippling around him. While he couldn't remember the last time he'd taken the time to get himself a piece of ass, this was better than anything he'd ever felt before. Not just how tightly she gripped him, or how her core rippled around him as he started moving with long, slow strokes into her.
Lucy also had a fucking gorgeous body that he couldn't help but admire. Her skin was like the finest silk against him, even softer than the glove that was still on her left hand. Every touch from her trembling hands on his shoulders, chest, back, and even his neck and jaw, the sweetest poison he'd ever encountered. The scent of her arousal grew thick in the air, so thick he could practically taste is with each breath he took. It gave the normally soothing lily aroma that wafted off of her a darker, more sensual tinge that called to him in ways he hadn't known possible. It was a potent shot of venom that rippled pleasure through him again and again.
The long strokes became shorter and shorter, his hips rolling each time he was buried in her sex. While Lucy enjoyed a little dirty talk from time to time, she quickly realized that Cobra's vocabulary withered down to a few whispered curses, her name, and a series of grunts and growls. There was no husky groaning in her ear about how good she felt, how wet she was, or what he wanted to do to her. Simply sharp teeth that nipped at her flesh. A tongue that ravaged her and made her lightheaded. Rough hands that kneaded her supple flesh as though he couldn't get enough. She didn't need words to know he was enjoying himself—and definitely couldn't articulate any of her own when he grabbed her hips and started pounding into her without warning. She couldn't even really try to control just how loudly she was moaning, but that only seemed to make more of that beast inside of the Poison Slayer surface.
"Shit… Oh, shit Lucy…" Cobra growled and his hands sliding under her thighs, spreading her legs further while he pistoned into her soaking depths. Her nails dug into the scars on his back, and his lip curled into a vicious snarl while the table groaned beneath them at the punishing pace he had taken. Her soul echoed her own screams of pleasure, washing over him in wave after wave of ecstasy as she neared her climax.
Lucy whimpered when Cobra's mouth slanted over hers, his teeth grazing her lips while he moved more frantically than before. She writhed beneath him, rolled her hips in time with his powerful, bone-shaking thrusts. It seemed that she didn't even need to scream out just how hard and fast she wanted him to move, since the thought had barely managed to form in her head before Cobra did just what she wanted.
'Oh, I fucking love his magic…'
Cobra's eye went wide when there was a series of loud cracks that shot through the air, and he stilled completely just before the table's legs snapped. He and Lucy fell to the ground right along with the table, their lips separating from the lusty kiss to stare at each other in shock.
Lucy blinked, then looked around to see that the table Cobra had been using as an altar of mind-blowing sex had apparently been incapable of bearing such a heavy burden. The fucking thing was splintered around them, even the smooth top Lucy's back was occasionally pressed against—when she wasn't busy arching herself into him—was completely ruined. If it was any other day, she probably would have screamed in horror at what had happened, or scrambled away from the wreckage to ensure she didn't have to deal with splinters on her ass.
As it was, and probably because it just seemed to be the kind of night they were having, Lucy and Cobra both ended up laughing, even though he was still buried deep within her. "This is… ridiculous!" she panted.
"Pretty much," Cobra agreed with another chuckle. His arms barred around her waist, pulling her slender and supple body flush against him, and he slowly lifted her into his lap. Once she was steady, Cobra grinned up at the once-blonde woman, then turned and laid himself down where she had previously been.
"What are you doing?" Lucy asked, nibbling her lip while she slowly started grinding herself on him.
"Being a gentleman," Cobra groaned as his hands smoothed over her thigh-high stockings, over the strap that held her keys on one leg and her whip on the other, and settled on her perfectly rounded ass.
"But you're a beast."
"You wanna lay in fucking splinters? Be my guest."
Lucy giggled and slid her hands over his chest as she leaned down, brushing her lips across his. "No, Erik. I just want you to keep fucking me like the beast you are," she rasped. His hips twitched, pulling a soft moan from her, and Lucy slowly sat up with a devious grin on her face. She lifted herself slowly and slammed back down, her head tilting back when Cobra bucked beneath her.
Again and again, he met her rolling hips, his hands pulling her down more insistently onto his length and forcing every wanton and guttural moan past her lips.
Cobra slid one hand around her hip, and his eye rolled back when Lucy's sex began tightening around him as he started teasing the sweet little bundle of nerves between her legs. Any time he had been with a woman in the past, they hadn't used his real name—since he never told them what it was—and hearing how the vixen that was blowing his mind right then was so openly screaming it in pure pleasure had a deep growl echoing through him.
Maybe it was just how the night had gone so far, the fact that Lucy had continued finding ways to surprise him, or even that she had been able to make him laugh so damn much that was making him turn into the wild beast that his costume had implied he was. Or maybe it was just because he wanted to let loose with her.
Whatever the reason was for the vast difference in how he treated Lucy in the sack, he didn't really give a shit. Her soul was begging for it, practically getting down on its knees and downright pleading with him to lose control and fuck her until her brain melted and she could no longer move. Normally, Cobra tried to tune out what the deeper parts of a woman's soul were whispering to him, but Lucy's wasn't whispering in the slightest. It wheedled its way in, forcing itself to be heard by him, and he found himself willingly bending to her every whim.
Lucy leaned down and roughly sucked a small portion of the skin on Cobra's neck into her mouth, moaning loudly when he held her hips in place and started pistoning into her from below. Faster and faster, until she was only able to hold onto him as tightly as possible and pray to whatever deity was out there that she wouldn't be quite literally split in half. She kissed her way up his neck, over his jaw, and started lightly sucking on the pointed tip of his ear, shuddering when he moaned even louder than before.
A wicked grin settled itself on her lips when she realized that she had probably found one of the most sensitive spots on him when she bit down and he slammed her down onto him with a low growl, rocking deeper without missing a beat or slowing down in the slightest.
"God, yes," Cobra growled, his eye rolling back when her bare hand slid up and started teasing the opposite ear in time with that devilish tongue of hers. "Fuck, Lucy… Oh, fuck…"
He gripped her hips and roughly pushed her down onto his swelling length, grinning when her lips left his ear and a strangled moan escaped her. He knew just as well as she did that she was going to have bruises from where he was holding onto her, but instead of her being pissed about it, that twisted little knot of darkness inside of her came roaring to life and reveled in the rough treatment. She apparently secretly fucking loved it, and damn it all if that didn't bring Cobra right to the edge along with her.
Lucy's climax was so close she could taste it, and she quickly propped herself up on her hands and looked deeply into the half-lidded amethyst eye that watched her every move. Both of their movements suddenly became frantic. Every noise that spilled from the pair was punctuated with a loud smack of flesh. It was becoming harder and harder to even pull air in with the way her body had tightened up, the tension in every single muscle mounting as it was pulled into the carnal vortex in her center.
His name was the only word to pass her lips by that point, a little two-syllable mantra that went from being guttural moans and screams to high pitched whispers between one stroke and the next.
If he still had both of them, Cobra's eyes would have crossed with just how fucking wonderful Lucy felt while she teetered on the edge of her release. He grinned when her arms began trembling, eventually giving out so her elbows were propping her up as her fingers sifted through his hair. Instead of being hooded with lust, Cobra found that Lucy's eyes were wide almost as though she was surprised by what was happening
'Oh god, I'm gonna cum so hard. Fuck, he really is a sexy fucking beast. That growling is so sexy, I bet he could get me off just by doing that in my ear!'
He hadn't realized that he'd been the one making that sound until he heard how much she enjoyed it. But if that was what she wanted, then he would gladly catapult her over the edge into bliss. When he felt himself just about to burst, having held back as long as humanly possible, Cobra lifted his head and bit down on her earlobe while he let out a long and feral growl.
He speared into her one last time as that growl zipped through her and unlocked the chains that had been holding her release at bay. The deep rumbling in Cobra's chest intensified until he was roaring with the first shot of his hot liquid into her, and Lucy screamed his name, shooting right up into the heavens with it. She clutched herself tightly to him, moaning when his arms wrapped around her waist and hips to keep her wildly bucking hips in place.
A wicked grin pulled at the corners of his mouth when Lucy whimpered against his neck. He rocked his hips one last time, shivering when Lucy's whole body rippled with pleasure. One thing he hadn't been expecting was for her soul to turn into a goddamn choir of angels when she finally crested that peak, but he wasn't going to complain since that had to be the best reaction he'd ever gotten.
"That," he panted, slowly turning his head and chuckling when he saw the lazy and fully sated smile pulling at Lucy's swollen lips, "Was hot as hell."
"You're welcome," Lucy shot back, giggling breathlessly. "I aim to please, oh great Beast."
"I've noticed," Cobra chuckled. His hands smoothed over her back, and one continued moving up to carefully lift her head from his shoulder. "You've got one very pleased Beast, Lucy." He kissed her slowly, not even trying to decipher just why he hadn't pushed her off and gotten dressed already—and reasoned that it was because she just felt way too goddamn good right where she was at.
'Damn,' Lucy thought as Cobra's thumb lightly danced across her jaw while they kissed, 'I never would have thought he could kiss like this…' She moaned when he nipped at her lower lip as he pulled back to give her a raised brow, and Lucy felt her cheeks growing hotter the longer he looked at her.
"I'm full of surprises. You'll see," Cobra answered with a smirk.
"Don't most of them involve maiming?"
"That's beside the point."
Lucy laughed when he gave her a feral grin that she knew was meant to scare the bejeezus out of her. "Alright, aside from maiming, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"
"Not telling," Cobra chuckled, the hand on her back still moving in slow circles. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise." Damn, he just didn't want her to move. He wanted Lucy to stay right where she was, clutching herself to him, anchoring herself on Earthland with his body. He didn't want the look in her eyes to disappear. She looked so fucking happy, it would make a saint weep. He was far from a saint, but damn it all he just wanted that smile to always turn his way.
Lucy hummed and kissed Cobra one more time before carefully crawling off of his lap and collapsing next to him. "We should probably get back out there and see what's going on," she said with a sigh."Once my legs start working..."
"Probably..." Cobra laughed. "I'll grab our shit, you start figuring out how to walk again." When Lucy giggled, he sat up and groaned when she pulled him into a short kiss. He didn't want to pull away from those delicious little fucking lips of hers, but the last thing he wanted was for the rest of their guild mates to come barging in and getting an uninhibited view of his junk… Or Lucy's body, for that matter. The thought struck him as odd, but he was a greedy little shit when he found something he liked. And holy fucking hell did he like her body. More than her body. He wanted to keep her all to himself.
Lucy bit her lips to stifle her laughter when she saw where some of their clothing had landed. Her bra had landed on one guy's head, Cobra's boxers were in another's mouth. His vest hung off of a washer, with his shirt on the ground a few feet away, and his jacket was somehow draped over a lamp above the table next to where she sat.
She wasn't entirely surprised by the scars running all over Cobra's back and wrists while she watched him moving around, since she had felt most of them while the table was still in one piece. Based on the crosshatched pattern that was etched into his back, she could only assume he'd been tortured with a whip. She wasn't sure why that would have happened though. The ones on his wrists, on the other hand, she had no idea how he would have gotten those.
"Shackles," Cobra said as he carried their clothing back over to where Lucy was sitting. When she looked at him in confusion, he lifted his free hand and nodded toward his wrist while he picked up his pants from the pile of clothing. "You figured out my back, but you couldn't figure out my wrists. Usually it's the other way around."
Lucy nodded, taking Cobra's hand when he held it out for her and slowly standing up only to be pulled into his chest. She pulled his wrist up to see the two-inch wide scar running around it, then smiled and tenderly kissed the slightly less tanned skin. She felt him flinch slightly, but he relaxed a moment later when she started running the tip of her nose back and forth across the underside of his wrist.
Why would he have been in shackles? And why the hell would he have so many whip scars on his back? It almost made her think he'd been a slave at some point, but that just couldn't be right. Cobra would never be a slave. He was too strong to be locked up like that.
"Nope, not talking about it," Cobra said. It really took everything in him to not glare at her and ruin the calm that had fallen over them. "That shit's way too fucking heavy for post-coital conversation."
Lucy pursed her lips defiantly, then figured it was better to just leave it alone. Maybe she could talk to him about it another time, but based on how tense he'd become in a matter of seconds, she wasn't going to hold her breath. It probably wasn't something he told anyone in the first place. It wasn't like he owed her an explanation anyway. They barely knew each other, and her curiosity was probably just going to ruin things.
"Maybe I'll tell you sometime," Cobra said. He pulled his pants up while Lucy put her bra back on, then chuckled when she decided that she was going to help him get dressed.
"You don't have to," she muttered while grabbing his shirt from the pile and slipping it over his hands. She bit her lips when his scars were covered. She'd wanted to keep looking at them, but that was definitely the worst idea ever. Because looking would mean touching, and touching would lead to questions.
"I know," he whispered. His finger hooked under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. They were silent for a moment, with both simply looking into each other's eyes. In his peripherals he could see several sections of her hair had come loose from the pins holding them back, giving her strange blonde streaks while the rest was still brown. "Just not right now, okay?"
"Alright," Lucy said. She could understand it. It really was the worst possible time to think about asking him something like that. Damn her and her curiosity. He pressed a tender kiss to the corner of her lips, snapping Lucy back to reality. With a timid smile, she buttoned up his shirt, then picked up his vest while he left the shirt untucked and fastened his pants.
'It's a shame to cover up all that sexiness.'
Cobra smirked, ignored fastening the buttons on the gold vest. There was really no point in getting himself put back together entirely. The mission was done. "Yeah, you're not the only one thinking that," he replied, his eyes raking over her still mostly naked body.
"Oh?" Lucy asked as she picked up the cravat, only to pause and laugh when Cobra growled and threw it across the room as though it had been trying to murder him.
"I fucking hate that thing," he sneered.
Lucy shrugged and started putting on her millions of layers of skirts after adjusting her garters. And then she realized that she hadn't taken her keys or whip off of her along with the rest of her clothes while they were on the table. She'd gotten so used to them being strapped to her legs that night, she'd actually had sex with them on. And Cobra hadn't seemed to mind it one bit.
"See?" Cobra whispered petulantly while glaring at the fabric covering her. He watched with no small amount of wonder when Lucy laid her corset on the table and started forcing the bent boning back into its proper shape. "Fucking crying shame…"
Lucy smiled and wrapped the corset around herself with the back portion sitting in front so she could adjust the laces that would cinch it together again. She slowly turned it to its proper position, then gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Lace me up, and we'll get out of here."
"I don't know how to do this shit," Cobra grunted. His eyebrow raised in amusement when she leaned over and grabbed onto the edge of the table he was leaning against. "Am I gonna be fucking you again? Because that's what this looks like, and I'm pretty sure that's something I can handle."
"No," Lucy laughed. "It's just like tying a shoe, except you tighten it from top to bottom until the fabric on both sides is touching, and you can't see my back between the laces."
"And you're holding onto the table… because?"
"Because you're gonna have to pull really fucking hard, and I'll need to brace myself," Lucy replied with a grin. "Years ago, the maids used to hold me down just to tighten it enough. Sometimes they would even have to use their foot for leverage."
"You're fucking kidding me…" Cobra couldn't suppress his laughter when a memory of hers popped up, showing Lucy as a young teenager with one maid sitting on her shoulders, one sitting on her ass, and a third standing over the prone girl on the bed while she yanked on the laces for her corset. "That's fucking twisted…"
"Well, lucky for me, Virgo's strong enough to just tighten it without torturing me. But I don't feel like calling her out just to get this thing back on."
Cobra nodded, then watched in amazement as Lucy let all of the air in her lungs out, taking shallow breaths that were wholly unhealthy, while he started tightening the corset.
"Tighter," Lucy whispered.
"You're serious about that?" he asked, his jaw dropping when Lucy nodded. Cobra shook his head and pulled, surprising himself when he winced as she let out a small whimper. When he was halfway down the length of the constricting article of clothing, he said, "You know... We're gonna have to do this again without all of the crazy bumbling bullshit..."
"Aww... But a bumbling Erik is absolutely adorable!"
Cobra growled and yanked on the laces, smirking when the air rushed out of her lungs and she turned to glare at him. "Shut it, Blondie."
"What, no more 'Lucy'?" she asked, her lower lip pushing out into a playful pout.
Cobra tied the laces once he reached the bottom, then watched as she carefully tucked them into the back of her skirt after putting her other glove back on. Before Lucy could turn around, he chuckled and pulled her flush against his chest, grinning as he lightly nibbled on her ear. "Nope, not Lucy. Maybe I'll call you…" He paused and hummed in thought. "Belle."
Lucy felt her cheeks warming in a deep blush, and shivered when she felt his breath dance across her neck. She slowly turned in his arms, and slid her hands up the lapels of his open jacket, finally stopping once her fingers sifted through the sweat-dampened roots of his hair. "Belle, huh?" she whispered.
Cobra nodded, his eye closing when her gloved fingers lightly dragged across his scalp. "I don't call anyone by their real name, in case you haven't noticed. Or even the names we got from Brain. Besides... I am the Beast after all." When he heard Lucy mentally agreeing wholeheartedly with his statement, and thinking about what had just happened on the remains of that destroyed table a few feet away, he gave her a cheeky grin.
Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. "But he gets the girl in the end when she kisses him, and then he's not a beast anymore."
"Yeah, well this isn't a fucking story," Cobra chuckled. "You kiss the Beast, he's still gonna be a goddamn beast. Less likely to bite your face off, though."
"Well, that's a plus!" Lucy chirped. She sighed happily as she brought her lips to his in a chaste kiss and slowly pulled away, following Cobra when he started leading her to the door. She glanced down to see the gold band on his finger, then blushed and looked away. "You know, you don't have to wear that ring anymore. The mission's done."
Cobra smirked and draped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her just a little closer while they stepped over the mage Lucy had thoroughly abused with an iron. "Why would I do something like that when you gave me such a heartfelt proposal? I nearly fucking cried, it was so goddamn beautiful."
"Take the ring off," Lucy said with a frown. "We're not engaged or married."
Cobra gasped dramatically, feigning offense as he stared down at her. "But… You proposed… Are you calling it off now?" he asked, forcing his voice to quiver as though he was close to tears. 'Eat your fucking heart out, Meryl!'
Lucy shook her head and rolled her eyes when Cobra started laughing. Leave it to the lunatic next to her to find fake proposals absolutely hilarious. "You're fucking insane, y'know that?"
Cobra's laughter died down in an instant, and a wicked grin spread across his face as they reached the door to the room. He quickly spun her around, pinning the petite woman to it with his hips and growling softly when her arousal spiked. His head dipped down until their noses were touching, his hands lightly gripping her tightly bound waist. "I never said I was sane, Belle. You're engaged to a fucking psychopath."
"We're not enga—" Lucy moaned when Cobra cut her off with another growl as he closed the distance between them. She was already panting by the time his tongue plunged between her lips, but she didn't care if she passed out completely from oxygen deprivation. He was just too damn good for her to focus on anything else, too delectable a morsel of toxic temptation for her to deny.
"You're just as fucking crazy as I am deep down," he whispered against her lips. His hands slid up her sides, over her breasts, and finally up into the brunette hair that he honestly hated with a passion. It just didn't suit her in the slightest as far as he was concerned. He pulled the pins out and tossed them on the floor, pulling back and grinning when her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and returned to its natural sunny coloration. "Mm… Much better…" That damn spirit of hers was a pretty smart fucking cookie, apparently. "I can hear it, so there's no point in denying it."
"What if I am?" she whispered breathily, her voice quivering as he pulled a lock of her free-flowing blonde hair between his fingers. Lucy had already begun questioning her sanity well before stumbling across Crime Sorciere. She had to have been some sort of crazy to be a successful member of Fairy Tail. Crazier still for ripping out a piece of her heart to save them during the war with Tartaros. She had to have been off her rocker to have waited in the broken remnants of Magnolia, hoping Natsu would come back, that his letter to her had just been a joke of some sort; for hoping that the guild hadn't really left her behind.
But that was nothing in comparison to the dreams that had plagued her as of late. Dreams of Jackal torturing her, of her supposed family in Fairy Tail shunning her and turning her over to the revived demons. Of Aquarius mocking the tears she shed and the disappointment on her mother and father's ghostly faces when they saw all the damage she'd done.
Even worse though, were the dreams that should have terrified her, but didn't. The ones that made her wake up smiling. Getting revenge on the ones who hurt her in the past and torturing them for days. Weeks, even. Some of them were enemies. Mard Geer was a star in a great many of those horrific dreams. But others were of Natsu. Of Erza. Lucy's deep desire to get back at them for the pain they'd caused her, for leaving her behind when she'd needed them more than ever.
"No one sees it," she whispered.
Cobra nipped harshly at her lips and she gasped, forcefully pulled from the well of pain spiralling in her mind. "That's why I'm keeping it on. I like crazy blondes," he growled. "And I do see it. It's sexy as hell, and just begging to come out."
"Whirlwind romance, for sure," she whispered with a soft smile. Her thumb brushed lightly over the shell of his ear, pulling a low growl from him that had her breath hitching as it travelled right down to her core. "With a sexy beast."
Cobra peeked his eye open and raised a challenging brow at her. "You think you've got what it takes to keep me in line, huh?"
Lucy shook her head and laughed. "I might be a little off-kilter, but I'm not delusional. I've only got three rules when it comes to relationships. No cheating. No lying. And if you ever decide to turn into an abusive prick, my spirits have permission to torture you for as long as they want."
Cobra blinked slowly, both eyebrows raising in surprise when the mental picture of one of Lucy's ex-boyfriends popped up in her head, with a good chunk of his skin having been torn off on one side, burn marks all over his body, bound tightly in chains that were very clearly slicing into his flesh. The once black-haired man was a bald, pathetic little sobbing pile on the ground, with three of her spirits—Virgo, one named Loke, and surprisingly Aries—all towering over him with matching expressions of pure hatred and disgust on their faces. "That's what they did when he slapped you?"
Lucy grinned maliciously and nodded. "My spirits take very good care of me. Are those reasonable?"
"You don't really need to worry about the third one, but yeah."
"Why's that?" she asked.
"I don't hit women. Titania doesn't count... She's a fucking monster."
"Yeah, she is." She tilted her head to the side and frowned. "You've never hit a woman aside from Erza?"
"Fuck no. I make Angel do it," Cobra sneered. He wasn't going to mention those extenuating circumstances right then. With Lucy, he could already tell that they just didn't apply. "That's just fucking sick."
"Where is the line in your head between right and wrong?" Lucy giggled. "Or is it more of a squiggle?"
Cobra chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. "More like certain points. Women, kids, rape, and pedophilia pretty much sum up the main ones that I won't fucking touch. Otherwise, it's a case-by-case basis."
"Fine," Lucy nodded. "That one is more of a warning anyway, so rule three... Specifically because this is you we're talking about: no torturing people and/or cannibalism in front of me, unless we're under extremely dire circumstances... Use your best judgment on that last one."
Cobra let out a bark of laughter. "Alright. I think I can handle that."
When a sultry little smirk pulled at one corner of her mouth, Cobra couldn't stop himself from diving down and claiming those plump lips of hers. He groaned when she pulled him flush against her, parting his lips and sucking in a sharp breath when he tasted her. He didn't think it was possible for someone to taste so goddamn good, but Lucy was apparently the exception.
He'd never been like this with a woman before. Never so open and willing to taste her, feel her wrapped in his arms and tucked into his chest. For the first time in his life, he wasn't the one spelling shit out. Lucy was. She gave him her little rules—which were more common sense than anything else, but based on what he heard in her soul she needed to get it out there—and it was easy enough to agree to them. But that was all she cared about in a relationship.
'I just want someone to not leave for once… God he's an amazing kisser… I just want someone to not hurt me for a change…'
She wanted trust, commitment, and in his case… not to watch his favorite pastime. The last one sucked, but he could deal with it. Lucy wanted loyalty, and even though he was an asshole with a penchant for murder, Cobra was definitely fucking loyal.
He was lost to everything around them, so when the door he was pinning Lucy to suddenly flew open, his eye snapped open in shock when they toppled over and fell into the hallway.
Angel covered her mouth to stifle her laughter—although it was completely ineffective with just how hard she was laughing—when Lucy and Cobra let out surprised squawks while they tumbled into the hall. Her laughter only increased when his face somehow managed to land on Lucy's chest, and the rest of his body fell between her legs. "Well, hey you guys," she crooned.
Cobra growled in annoyance and narrowed his eye at Angel, internally chuckling when he felt Lucy go rigid beneath him—and filing away the knowledge that making that particular noise anywhere near Lucy's chest was a huge turn-on for her—then slowly lifted his head.
"Hey," Lucy said with a deep blush on her cheeks. "We were just coming to find you guys."
Jellal locked away the hysterical laughter that wanted to bubble out of him, and cleared his throat to get Angel to calm down. While he waited, he peered past the prone mages into the room and kept his face completely blank while he took in the sight of a man with a portion of his face melted off completely. Plus three other corpses on the far wall.
"We got the leader," Jellal said. "He had no useful information. Rune Knights will be here shortly, so we'll need to leave as quickly as possible before it's too late to make an escape."
"It's probably already too late to get out through the main hall," Hoteye said.
Lucy smoothed her hair and skirts as best as she could manage, then looked over at Meredy who was still holding the door open and gaping at her and Cobra. "Meredy, are you alright?"
"I… I will never look at Beauty and the Beast the same," Meredy whispered. "That was... I don't even know what to say..."
Cobra rolled his eye while Meredy started walking away, the rest of the otherwise silent group following suit. He glanced at Lucy only to snort when her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red.
"Meredy... Really?" Angel laughed. "You're the one that locked them in there!"
Midnight pulled the handkerchief away from his nose, sighing in relief when he saw that the bleeding had stopped. "And had your ear pressed to the door the whole time… Even though it was entirely unnecessary."
Lucy stumbled in her step and looked at Cobra with wide eyes. "You knew they were there… didn't you," she said.
Cobra smirked down at the little bundle of hidden craziness with brilliant blonde hair. He was definitely appreciating just how bright her hair was, now that it was back to normal. "Does it look like I care if they heard me fucking your face off?"
Before Lucy could say anything, Jellal interjected, "Speaking of no faces… An iron to the face, Cobra? I know you're fucked in the head, but isn't melting someone's face off with one a bit much?"
Cobra startled everyone, including the blonde next to him, when he stopped in the middle of the hallway and started laughing uncontrollably. Everyone turned to stare at him, thinking that the dozen or so screws that were loose in his head had finally caused him to fall over the deep end into utter and irreversible insanity, and that fact alone had him losing his ability to breathe from laughing so goddamn hard.
Lucy stood awkwardly next to the maroon-haired lunatic, giggling when he ended up snorting like a pig while trying to pull in more air. She smiled sheepishly at Jellal. "Actually… That was, um… That was me. I hit him with an iron."
"N-No!" Cobra choked out while everyone turned their shocked expressions to Lucy. "Not… Not just hit… It was fucking awesome!"
Angel smirked. "What do you mean 'not just hit'?"
His laughter finally calmed down, although he was still wracked with the occasional chuckle, and Cobra draped his arm over Lucy's shoulders. He pulled her just a little closer to himself, and grinned. "She stripped down to her underwear to fight, tackled him, and then burnt him with an iron for calling her hot... God, the fucking puns alone... Priceless. Then she threw another iron at him—which is the one that actually melted his face off—when he started waking up while we were—"
Lucy threw a hand over his mouth, then squeaked and pulled it away when he bit her. When Cobra started laughing again, she frowned and grumbled, "Shut up, Cobra…"
Cobra paused and blinked innocently at Lucy. "Don't tell me to shut up. You're the psycho that's prancing around and pushing precariously perched, pockmarked, pencil pricks down the stairs, plus your propensity for piercing and perforating penile and perineal regions with those particularly perilous and perfectly 'pinchy' pumps."
"Do you have any idea what he just said?" Midnight whispered to Angel. Neither of them looked away from the growing smile on Cobra's face.
"… Are you done?" Lucy asked Cobra slowly. 'Holy shit, if one more bit of witty word play comes out of his mouth, I'm dragging him to a broom closet and tearing his clothes off…' Never in her life had the letter 'p' sounded so… perfectly passionate and provocative.
Cobra tipped his head from side to side and hummed in mock thought while he listened in on what Lucy was thinking. Needless to say, the fact that she had continued his little bit of consonance foreplay in her head was just sexy as hell. With a small quirk to his lips, he answered, "… Probably."
Lucy dropped her head to her hands and laughed. "You're ridiculous… And insane…" And she was going to have to hold onto this raging libido of hers until they reached a more secluded place. Like a tent or park… Or a playground… Or pretty much fucking anywhere. She wanted Cobra to take her wherever he pleased and have his way with her all over again, all because he was feeding her inner author with witty conversation.
Cobra chuckled, running his nose along her cheek and completely forgetting that the rest of their guild mates were still standing there watching them. "Hey, I'm the not the one throwing gritty ass Gain in people's eyes, and throwing them into fucking Narnia with a glittery river whip. That's all you."
Angel shook her head in response to Midnight's question, "Not a damn clue..." She looked over to Jellal and watched with no small amount of amusement at the utterly bewildered expression on his face.
"Narnia is in a wardrobe," Lucy said with a frown. "I threw him into the laundry chute. And it's not my fault the stupid thing collapsed!"
"Piddly shit details on his teleportation to another realm aside," Cobra chuckled as he slowly turned his head to look over at Jellal. "Belle here is the one that did it. I just watched the psycho going to town before her ass gets dragged off to the fucking funny farm."
Which wasn't true in the slightest. He'd never let her get dragged off anywhere.
Jellal was jolted from the pit of utter confusion he seemed to have fallen in when he heard the surprisingly sweet nickname for Lucy coming from Cobra. Everyone the guy met, he'd give them some intensely fucked up name and never let it go. Ever. But Lucy had gone from 'Blondie' to 'Belle'… Apparently, there was actually some part of the insane Slayer that actually had a soft spot for—
Jellal felt a chill go down his spine, and looked at Cobra to see an intense and wholly terrifying glare being directed at him. Then promptly decided to leave that train of thought right the hell alone to save himself several months of checking his food for poison by feeding it to birds first. "Well, we need to get moving," he said, just a little too loudly.
Lucy narrowed her eyes at Cobra when they started walking again. She still couldn't get over the fact that he'd known the rest of the guild was listening to them having sex. She really did value her privacy, and who she had sex with and just what kind of sounds came out of her during that sex, was no one else's business. Then again, he'd agreed to the no lying thing after they'd banged a table into the ground, so she guessed she couldn't be too mad. "'Til death do us part, you slithery little snakefucker. Keep that in mind…"
Everyone froze when Meredy stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned to face Lucy and Cobra. Her eyes honed in on the arm draped over the blonde's shoulders, the wedding band on Cobra's finger as he drew slow circles over Lucy's bared shoulder, then the ring on Lucy's finger. "Oh God! CoLu babies!"
Cobra blanched when Meredy started to lose her shit, mumbling nearly incoherently about all of her dastardly plans to force himself and Lucy to bear an ungodly amount of children between comments of "I don't know how I didn't think of it sooner!"
Lucy grimaced when she recognized a nearly identical Mira-smile plastered on Meredy's face. "Cut out my uterus right now before she goes full Mira on us…"
Cobra nodded. "That's a much better plan than cutting off my balls… Why the fuck would you think about that?"
Lucy waved him off and inched closer to his side. "You remember that third rule?" she asked. "I'm considering her scheming as a dire circumstance. If she's anything like Mira, you have my permission to become the biggest cannibal in the world to keep her far the fuck away from my lady bits."
Cobra rolled his eye and opened his mouth with a snarky comment sitting on the tip of his tongue, then paused and turned his head sharply to gape at her. "Wait, you're fucking serious..."
"You're the one who's with a crazy blonde," Lucy replied with a wicked grin. "You tell me."
When Angel started literally slapping some sense into Meredy—possibly a little too forcefully—so they could keep moving, Midnight walked up next to Cobra and whispered, "You know… I think you've finally met your match."
Cobra nodded slowly. "You're telling me…" He looked down at Lucy when her head rested contentedly on his shoulder, a sweet smile on her face that completely hid the psycho he could hear just beneath the surface. When they finally started making their way down the hall again, he gently squeezed her shoulders and smirked when her left hand lifted, their fingers intertwining. The light caught their wedding rings, and he pressed a soft kiss to her hair.
He figured, if they actually had been Beauty and the Beast, then this was the most fucked up fairy tale ending in existence. Then again, he rather liked the sound of that.
During the editing for this, I almost removed the lyrics. I've gotten to the point where I don't really use lyrics in the narration of my stories, but this one… I don't know, I just needed those to stay.
This marks the end of the 2015 entry. The next chapter will begin the 2016 entry. There will also be a 2017 entry during CoLu week so… There's that.