CoLu Week

Day Three: Fairy Tale

The blanket was tugged up and over Lucy's body as she lay there, red-faced and panting. Cobra sighed as he felt the heat coming from his girlfriends body. She didn't get sick often, but when she did, she was bedridden for the entire time, the sickness leaving her weak and delusional. He brushed his hand over her forehead, moving sweat-soaked hair out of the way. He didn't mind taking care of her, for everything she did for him, she deserved it and he would do anything she wanted.

Lucy moaned as Cobra's cool hand hit her feverish skin. She felt the bed jump a bit as he laughed at her and she opened her eyes and glared at him. Well, she tried but her eyes wouldn't focus on his figure. The most she could make out was a blur. "Meanie." She whispered, whining as his hand left her. It was soon replaced by a cold cloth and she smiled, it trembled with the pure effort needed, but it was a smile nonetheless.

A pang of sadness hit him in the chest as he watched his usual bright and cheery girl so weak and tired. He had only seen her sick twice but he knew he didn't like what it did to her. She wasn't herself when she was like this, though no one ever was, it was worse. Raking a hand through his hair, Cobra laid down besides her, propping himself up in his elbow while his free hand brushed through her blonde tresses.

Lucy hummed as she moved closer to him, snuggling into his chest and draping an arm over his waist. He kissed the crown of her head, leaving his head there and taking in her scent, something that always calmed his worries. "Get some sleep, love. You need rest."

Too lazy to talk, Lucy hummed again. 'Tell me a story please?'

Cobra paused momentarily, racking his brain for something to tell her. He was never good at this kind of a thing, but he sure as hell wasn't going to deny her. If his Lucy wanted a story, a story she would get. "Okay. Once upon a time..."

'Once upon a time, there lived a great and fruitful country. Though it was such a nice place, and all the people were kind, their ruler, King Jon, was a mean and cruel man, especially to his daughter, Princess Lucy.

The princess was beautiful, lusted after by all the men in her country. She had deep brown eyes, ones that many thought could see into the souls of all living beings. Long blonde hair that shone like the sun, was always pulled back into a braid that hung over her shoulder. Flowers were weaved for her crown, as that was all she would wear. When someone would ask why she wore flowers, she would respond, "I have no use for gold, it is something that can be ripped away with a snap of fingers. Nature, however, is something that is always there. It in itself is a beaut worth much more than money."

On this day, the princess was dressed in a long white cloak, the hood over her head, hiding her face from view. On this day, she was adventuring her hometown, wanting to see how her villagers acted when they were not seeing her, but just another person. The princess would do this once a month, sneak out of her castle and just walk around. She enjoyed the freedom of not being cooped up in her home, forced to act like a doll.

She passed by many, speaking a 'hello' to all. She stopped by vendor carts, buying fresh fruit and anything else that caught her eye. When she looked up from apple that was in her hand, she saw the one thing she knew no money could buy. A man.

He was going down the dirt road, a slab of wood on his shoulder. Her breath was taken by him and she took advantage of her eyes being hidden. He was dressed in rags, his pants torn, holes upon holes in them. His upper body was for all to see as his shirt was tied around his waist. The princess was astounded by the amount of scars covering him. They went from large cuts to small scratches that went in all directions, covering his tanned skin with white.

She looked up to his face and was surprised when she found him looking right back at her with a single indigo eye, the other closed over by yet another scar. He had wild red hair that she ached to run her fingers through. His face angular, beautiful and jagged all at the same time. He was attractive and the princess couldn't help but blush at him. She then remembered that he was looking at her and she ducked her head down, tucking her chin to her chest as she rushed to pass him.

Princess Lucy held her breath as she brushed past him, letting it go in a whoosh as she thought she was free. She let go too quickly, because the next thing she knew, the man had his hand wrapped around her wrist and spinning her to face him. Startled, Lucy looked up at him as he brought his face down to her level. He came in close, and she believed he was going to kiss her, but instead, he moved his head to the side and placed his lips by her ear. "You know princess," He whispered. Lucy gave a gasp at the name. "Royalty shouldn't be out here with us commoners unless presented with her father."

Lucy felt the first spark of anger make its way to her chest. Just who did this guy think he was? She could do anything she damn well pleased! "Such language coming from such a pristine woman? I'm shocked!" The man mocked. Lucy felt her jaw drop, she had not uttered a word and he thought she did. Surely he must be insane, hearing things? She sighed internally, guess even the attractive ones are not always all there. "You think I'm attractive? Why thank you, princess."

Her attention was brought back to the man and once his words registered, she blushed. Hard. "I-I. I think no such thing!" She screeched, blushing harder when she felt the gaze of the passerby.

"Oh, but you did. I hear you." He said, pointing to his ears. It was then she noticed that his ears resembled that of a bat and she giggled, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. Though his words made no sense to the princess, she was intrigued by this mysterious man. She would deny it but she also felt lust. As a princess, she was no to bed anyone until marriage, where she would no doubt be giving her hand to an older man but, for once, she wouldn't mind going against the rules and bedding this man. If he wished, of course.

A smirk appeared on his face and his eye darkened. "Cobra And I don't believe I would mind at all."

Lucy tipped her head to the side, a tendril of her blonde locks falling from her hood. "Pardon?"

"My name is Cobra," He clarified. Lucy felt the name suited him quite nicely and she found that she loved the sound of it after rolling it around in her mind. "And I would love to bed you." He chuckled, hand coming up and tucking the loose strand behind her ear. Once again, she was stumped. It was as if he was reading her mind, and though she was terribly embarrassed, she smiled shyly at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I hear you." He growled, dragging her off for what, she could only guess, would be the best night of her life.

They had paused briefly at a woodwork shop where Cobra worked, and he passed the large slab of wood over to another, telling them that he was taking the rest of the day off. They hadn't made it far after leaving before Cobra had pushed her into an alley and up against the side of a building. She felt the breath leave her lugs in a whoosh when the wood met her back harshly. It had taken her by surprise, the roughness he had in his actions but Lucy also felt allured by it. The man was the epitome of hard, his body, voice, actions. He was the exact opposite of her and it was sexy.

Cobra gave her no time to gather her breath back before crashing his lips on hers, his hands already untying the bodice of her dress. Lucy let instinct take reign over her, kissing him back fiercely while her hands explored the hard planes of his chest. She felt every scar, how they were higher than the rest of his skin. She felt every muscle, her fingers taking great joy in running over them again and again.

Lucy felt her dress loosen the same time Cobra hitched her legs up and placed them around his waist, where she took great joy in locking her ankles together and pressing their lower halves together. Her lids lowered as a moan passed her lips from the friction. Lucy bucked her hips, rubbing herself along his already hard member. She was amazed for a moment, at the sheer size of him, and he was still wearing his pants. 'That large ego of his is totally fine with me now.' She thought, her nails digging into his shoulders as he lowered his head to her collarbone, nipping at the flesh there.

Cobra kissed down her throat, pausing at her collarbone and sucking on the skin there, smirking at the red mark he left behind. He then continued downwards, one hand leaving her ass to pull down the front of her dress and bare her breasts to his hungry gaze. He felt his mouth water at the sight and he couldn't resist diving down and taking a dusty pink nipple into his mouth.

Cobra stopped in the middle of his story to look down at the blonde head beside him. Her breaths had gotten deeper and slower, indicating sleep and he breathed a sigh of relief. For now, everything was well, his girlfriend was asleep, hopefully going to be better in the morning. That was for now, no doubt in the morning, she would yell at him about reading her story, telling him that 'Levy was supposed to be the first!'. He would most likely get a 'Lucy Kick', too, but he could live with that.

Getting up from the bed, he made his way over to her desk, looking over his shoulder to make sure she was completely asleep. When she didn't make any sign of waking anytime soon, he sat in the chair and picked up the new novel she was working on, intending on finishing the latest chapter.

'Poison and the Princess'.

Cobra didn't think anything fit them better.

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