Tbh I'm not even going to pretend that bite was going to have some big secret no one would see coming. Let's be honest, ya'll pretty much guessed. BUT... these two loveable dummies won't be finding out for quite a few chapters still. Keep in mind, in this AU, Lucy doesn't know shit about dragonslayers, and Natsu is the only other slayer Laxus knows, and Laxus still has his slayer-status kept a secret. There is no deus ex Gajeel-na to spread his wisdom. So figuring out just what he did is going to take Laxus quite awhile.

Lucy POV

About halfway through my violin lesson, it hits me. I had sex with Laxus.

My fingers stumble over their placings, the sour note produced bringing an arched eyebrow from Bernice. I hastily realign myself, but the thought wouldn't leave. I had sex with Laxus. Oh my god. I had sex with Laxus.

My breath starts to speed up, my focus wavering. It's suddenly far too hard to breath in this damn dress. I lost my virginity. I'm no longer a virgin. Oh god, Father is still trying to arrange a marriage for me. Oh fuck. Whoever my husband ends up being is going to find out I'm impure… the Heartfillia name will be soiled… I'll be denounced as a whore and thrown out…

I couldn't seem to get enough breath in my lungs, and a cold sweat was breaking out over my entire body. I… I let him touch me! Everywhere! Shit, I never really bought into the whole "purity" thing, luckily the sex ed Marion gave me was rather contemporary and inclusive, and I know it's my own decision… at least, in a normal society it would be. I'm the heiress of the Heartfillia family. My "purity" is considered a damn commodity. It's meant for my future husband. Oh god oh god my Father is going to kill me… if my future husband doesn't kill me first… I've heard of the occasional violent rage these high class men will fly into when they find out they're new bride isn't pure…

I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Ican'tbreatheIcan'tbreathe-

"MISS LUCY!" Bernice yells worriedly, shaking my shoulders and looking at me with concern. I noticed Marion and another servant on either side of her, hands fluttering around me, trying to find some way to help. Everything is too bright, it's like my pupils are too big. There are black spots around the edges of my vision. I need to get out of here. I can't breathe. I think my violin fell to the floor and broke, but I can't tell.

"I can't-! I need to go!" I shriek in a high voice that doesn't sound like it's coming from my mouth. Blood roars in my ears, my footsteps pounding the hallway floor and the concerned shouts from behind fading the further I ran. I ignore them and run as fast as this dress allows me to, bursting into my room and frantically looking around, a small modicum of relief coming from the lack of Laxus' presence. Thank god he left. Oh my god… Oh my god…. Can't breathe….

I violently rip off the corset, the stitching pulling apart under my desperate strength until it falls to the floor in a ragged pile. I greedily gulp in air, my heart beating so fast I thought it might break my ribs. The dress is the next thing to get ripped off and I curl up on my bed in the fetal position, rocking. Hot tears run down my cheeks, my make-up running and the salt stinging my eyes. I hear a far away thumping noise… I think it's knocking? It's followed by worried muffled voices calling to me but I can't hear them over the incessant pounding in my chest and the sounds of my lungs screaming for air. I feel a slight tug on my magic, and the tell-tale sound of a doorbell. Another muffled voice is barking at the others, and then everything goes quiet again. I slowly open my eyes (when did I close them?), my vision blurry but slowly focusing. I see a lot of… blue. Wait. I know that face. I know that scowl. I know that mermaid.

"KYA!" I shriek in surprise, flailing and choking in fear because Aquarius is right in front of me and I didn't even summon her. "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" I wail, raising my arms defensively. This is not what I need right now. Aquarius' eyebrow ticks in annoyance.

"Tch," she growls, looking irritated for a moment before, to my absolute shock, floating over to me and sitting on the bed next to me. "I'm not going to hurt you. Not this time, at least," she mumbles, voice surprsingly soothing. I carefully lower my arms to peer at her suspiciously. When her bland expression doesn't change, I slowly, and carefully, relax my defense. And now I can't breathe again. "SNAP OUT OF IT, BRAT!" she yells, her palm smacking me across the face and leaving a stinging, jarring feeling on my cheek. To my chagrin, it worked, and I found my breathing just a little more manageable. She wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me to her side. "Now tell me what's wrong. I have a basic idea, but I can't help if I don't know," she demands brusquely. I hug my knees to my chest.

"I…I had sex with Laxus," I muttered, my cheeks burning brightly. Her expression remained unchanging aside from a quirk of an eyebrow.

"And…?" she presses. I look at her with wide-eyes.

"What do you mean 'and'? That's the answer! I lost my virginity to Laxus!" I squawk. She snorts.

"What, did he suck or something? I'm not getting what the big deal is here," she grumbles. I look at her in disbelief.

"Wha-? No! He was… he was really… um good…" my voice fades to a tiny squeak, my blush bruning brightly. "But that doesn't matter! The point is I'm not a virgin anymore!" I said. Aquarius started to retort. "And before you ask what the deal is again, let me explain – I am the Heartfillia heiress, and my 'purity' is stupidly important since I'll have an arranged marriage with some other high class snob," I bite out. She snapped her mouth closed and looked at me funny.

"Wait – seriously? Shit, you humans and your 'high class' have the weirdest traditions…" she mutters, shaking her head in disbelief. I bury my face in my hands and sob. "Don't cry about it. It's your body, and you can do whatever the hell you want with it. You really think those hoity-toity wealthy suitors saved themselves for marriage? Of fucking course not. So you got laid. By a very hot guy, I might add. If they think that's a big deal and makes you 'impure', than they're fucking hypocrites and I'll gladly blast them out the damn atmosphere for you. I won't even take you with them."

I laugh half-heartedly, but still hold myself. "I don't want to be a part of this stupid high society anymore," I mutter. "I've always hated this. I just want… I want to travel, to find more keys, to get stronger and use my magic to help people! And I'm just trapped like some stupid commodity for my Father to barter with to advance his business!" I rage, clenching my fists, my sadness turning to anger.

"What's stopping you?" Aquarius asks. I halt, thinking for a moment, only to deflate.

"The fact that my Father hired an S-Class mage to be a glorified prison warden to keep me from running away is one thing," I drone. "I also… as much as I hate this life… I don't want to be disowned. My Father's become obsessed with his business to the point he no longer cares about his family, but he's still my dad. Deep down in there, somewhere. And the potential fallout of getting disowned for 'losing my purity' would drag the Heartfillia name through the mud. And if the business fails and our fortune is lost, we'll lose this house, and all of our servants will be thrown back on the streets…" with each reason, my heart drops more and more until I feel like a lead weight is in my stomach. Aquarius is silent and squeezes my shoulder reassuringly.

"You need to stop sacrificing your own happiness just for your Father's sake," she says simply. "He needs to respect you as a human being, not just as a bargaining chip. And if you want my opinion? Have a little fun. What's done is done, sorry to tell you this but your cherry ain't going to magically become unpopped," she drawls, and I blush bright again. "So have fun with it. There's no use worrying about all those consequences at the moment. And the first chance you get to get out of here in a way you're satisfied with – take it." She advises. I let her words stew in my brain and she just holds me for a while longer.

"So, are you done having your panic attack?" she asks drily. I nod slowly, biting back the embarrassment. "Just so you know, this isn't going to be a usual thing. Don't expect me to pop up in your world just to help you deal with your rampaging emotions every time you feel scandalized," she sneers, going back to her old self. I ignore the biting of her remark, being used to her abrasive nature. She stands – or I guess, floats – up, and turns to face me with her hands on her hips.

"Aquarius… I… thanks," I say. She scoffs.

"Yeah yeah," she waves me off, but her cheeks are blushing just a little. "Now I've got a date with Scorpio so you better not call on me," she warns. I just nod, and she disappears in a shower of gold. I curl up in my bed, finding panic attacks to be exhausting as hell.

Laxus POV

I knocked on Blondie's door later that night, already aching for another taste of her. And, although I wouldn't admit it, I may have been a little worried about her. Just a little.

"So I heard you heard a panic attack?" I drawled, trying to seem uninterested when she opened the door. I didn't have to try very hard since as soon as I saw her standing there in a surprisingly risqué negligee. My eyes roam across her form appreciatively, an unconscious growl rising in my chest. She made a sour face.

"For some reason, I doubt that's why you're here," she says drily, cocking a hip and crossing her arms. I smirk.

"I'm flattered by how well you know me," I coo, gently pushing the door open all the way to enter her room, doing so slowly to give her a chance to say "no". She stepped back, allowing my entry and I internally fist pump. Yessss! Looks like I might be getting a second night in heaven!

I saunter passed her, my smirk widening when she closes the door behind me. Her hand grabs my wrist and stops me. I turn around curiously and she grabs my shirt, pulling me down to meet her lips. I enthusiastically kiss her back, my hands going to grab her body greedily. When she starts to moan, I skim my lips down her neck to her shoulder. Suddenly she squealed, her body jerking closer and her hips bucking in my hands. I pull back in surprise – the sharp increase in the scent of her arousal making me hard as a rock but catching me off guard. I look at her shoulder where I had apparently triggered a far more extreme response than I intended – and see the bite mark I left on her this morning. I dart my eyes to her face, where she had a bewildered, yet foggy expression.

"Wh-what did you just do?" she gasped. I watched her face and bent my neck to lap at the spot with my tongue, and sure enough, she let out a strangled cry and her body jumped. I pull back, eyeing her panting, reddened face. "Why does that- feel so good?!" she moaned, hands clenching in my shirt collar. I try to think it through – this seems odd and unnatural, but the heady aroma of her arousal is making it far too hard to think.

"I don't know. It feels good, right?" I growled suggestively. She nods again, blushing. "Then let me try something," I murmured, steering her to the bed. I gently push her back, climbing over her. I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the mark, grinning when her hips shot off the bed. I inhaled deeply, my mouth watering at her scent. Experimentally I raise a hand to stroke the mark with my thumb. When her response was just a shiver, the same as if I trailed my thumb anywhere else on her shoulder, it looked like only my mouth on that spot had the extreme effect. I lean back and grip the bottom of her negligee, pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the side. Running my fingers over her panty-covered core, I moaned at the feeling of her incredible wetness. Fuck, I don't know what this whole bite thing is, but I like it.

I worked quickly to divest her of her panties and bra, her hands fluttering around my chest, fumbling in their attempt to unclothe me. I pulled my shirt off over my head while she worked on my belt buckle, a hiss leaving my lips when her fingers brushed my rock hard cock through my jeans. I hopped up off the bed to pull off my pants, letting them fall in a heap next to where her negligee ended up, stepping out of my boots. When I was down to just my boxers I climbed back over her, sweeping my gaze over her panting, pleasured, aroused body. Trailing my fingers up her body, I smirked at her shivers and the trail of goosebumps my fingertips left in their wake. I slide my hand back down her body to tease her wetness, my fingers setting to work teasing her into a frenzy. As her moans got louder, I lowered my head to her shoulder again. With a wicked smirk, I latch onto her new hyper-sensitive spot, suckling on the flesh and laving it with my tongue. Within seconds her walls clamped down on my fingers and she let out a wail as she came hard, her juices running down my hand. I smirk into her shivering skin, halting my movements for a moment before starting up with my mouth and fingers as hard as before.

"No more! I can't… HA… No more! Please!" she begged, weakly trying to push my face away from her shoulder. With a groan of mild disappointment I pulled back, pouting at her flushed face. "Too… too sensitive… I can't…" she gasped, whole body shaking. I pull my hand back to slowly suck the remnants of her orgasm from my hand and fingers, looking her in the eye unwaveringly. Her wide eyes watched each motion with rapt attention, parted lips panting hotly.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Blondie," I purred, shifting myself to slot my hips between her legs. With wide eyes she nods, swallowing loudly. With a smirk, I lean forward to lap at her bite mark a couple times, instantly turning her to mush. With a grunt, I slide inside of her in one deep thrust, her impossibly wet, hot walls nearly suffocating me with pleasure. "Shit you feel good on my cock," I groaned, fisting a hand in her hair and gripping her hip tightly. She lets out such a control-shattering, lewd moan that my hips start jerking on their own before I can reign my control in. Her legs hook around my hips, her heels pressing into my lower back. I roll my hips into her, savoring the sweet sounds she makes. Never before has a woman had such a hold over me, if she asked me to murder someone right now, I wouldn't even fucking hesitate. She just feels so good.

"Laxus! Harder! I need… I need you to go harder!" she cries, her head falling to the side and her legs tightening around my hips. Now that's a demand I will happily carry out.

My hips piston in and out of her with abandon, the bed creaking noisily in protest. Her body undulates below mine, and I can feel my end nearing. Not willing to let it end quite yet, I pull out and flip her over, her surprised squeak and confused face making me chuckle. I hoist her hips up in the air, and waste no time sheathing myself to the hilt. The sounds she released from those beautiful lips had my hips pounding right away. She managed to push herself up onto her hands and knees and her back arched enticingly, her head thrown back as she mewled. Her velvety walls flutter and pulse, and when I hunch over her back and latch onto her bite mark again, she explodes around me. She clenches so tightly I can hardly even move, milking my cock until I'm at the very edge. With a roar, I slide out just in time to blow all over her back, my very soul leaving my body for a moment. I collapse to the side, head fuzzy, my arms wrapping around her, narrowly avoiding the mess I made. I hold onto her shuddering body as I slowly regain my composure. She reaches to the tissue box and shakily tries to wipe off her back, body still jerking periodically, until I take over and finish the job. When I'm done, she turns onto her side, facing away, and scoots backwards until she presses against my front, my body curling around her possessively on its own.

She tries and fails to stifle a yawn, burrowing deeper into the bed and my embrace. "I'm sorry. I'm too tired to keep going like last night," she whispers, cheeks burning. I chuckle, tightening my hold on her affectionately before patting the bed around me to find the covers. I pull them over us, a dopey grin still on my face. Okay, maybe these warm fuzzy feelings are something I should be concerned about. But you know what? I'm feeling way too damn good to deal with this kind of shit.

Ignoring the logical part of my brain telling me to get out, because falling asleep with her two nights in a row is getting into dangerous territory, I nuzzle her hair and let myself fall asleep.

Keep on appreciating these frequent updates because I seriously don't know why or how long this inspiration is going to go for.