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seven
Like a scene frozen in time, captured by a Polaroid, the memory from a few hours lingers in his mind. A vision of blue encased in crystal-clear ice. There is that uncomfortable sensation that he's quite familiar. Laxus isn't the type to deny to his self what he's feeling.
He is jealous.
He hates that his inner consciousness keep replaying that word. Jealousy. What's more grating is that he's feeling such dreadful emotion due to a particular mage he considers inferior.
Yes, he is jealous of that bastard Gray. He is jealous because Gray kissed his woman.
Shaking his head in disgust, Laxus snickers out loud. This is beyond lunacy for him. How the hell is he outright admitting that Juvia Lockser is his? She isn't, and he doesn't want it. He doesn't want to be tied to someone, especially someone from his guild. But even if his logic tells him that he shouldn't feel jealous seeing Juvia kiss another man, he couldn't help the rising rage developing inside.
In a fit of frustration, Laxus releases a burst of lightning flash, slashing the lined up trees in the woods. Thank god that his house is located in isolation, because the destruction he's about to unleash is starting. He continues to let out his damaging magic, but one tree is resistant. With full-blown strength, Laxus punches it, and the full-grown tree falls down. Splinters erupt in the air, some grazing his exposed skin. The leaves soon catch fire due to his lightning strike. This doesn't quell his anger though, so he proceeds to chop down the other innocent trees using his fist and magic. Soon, the heaven seems to feel his rage. Lightning strikes the night sky, and the sound of thunder follows.
It still doesn't make Laxus stop to exhaust his magic. He is angry, and he doesn't know how to calm down. When he's close to stopping, he remembers Juvia embracing Gray, and his ire recharges. Tiny droplets of water hit his face, which soon develops into big splashes all around him.
He stands in the middle of the forest, his hair all wet and dripping. There is something in the rain that feels heavy and sombre. He wonders if a certain water mage is the cause of it. He walks past the felled trees and makes his way home. However, a few feet away from his front door, a figure wrapped in azure clothing stands there. It rains all around her, except she's dry. She walks towards him, and it seems that the rain is making way, and keeping away. It's as if there's an invisible umbrella above her. She stops in front of him.
She outstretches her hand to reach up to him. She hesitates to touch him, her finger lingering some millimetres away from his cheek.
"You're bleeding," Juvia whispers, as her eyes carefully look at a tiny gash on his cheek.
Laxus whacks her hand away and proceeds to walk away.
"Wait," Juvia manages to hold onto his wet shirt. "Ju-Juvia is…"
"Get the fuck outta here, Juvia," he says with an unintentional scorn in his voice.
"But Juvia is here to fulfill the agreement."
He turns around, rain is still pouring down on him while she remains untouched. "Agreement?" he questions although he knows what she's talking about.
"Juvia is your slave for a month," Juvia reminds. She states this without faltering or blinking.
He snorts out loud, finding the unfunny humour behind her statement. "Forget about it," he says this again with a disdainful tone. He turns around once again and leaves her behind. He has no time for such foolishness anymore. His plan to leave early morning the next day is going to be changed. Instead, Laxus decides to just leave after he dries himself. But before he reaches his door, a lightning-fast Juvia runs past him. She blocks him from going inside. "What the fuck do you want, Juvia?" he bellows, just wanting to be far away from her as possible. His perverted mind suddenly conjures a sexy Juvia with wet clothes hugging her curves, asking him to touch her.
"Juvia wants to be Laxus-san's slave."
He eyes his guildmate, astonished at her straightforwardness. He steps closer, towering her. She looks up to him with challenging eyes that are mixed with curiosity. What the hell is going on in her head? Laxus wants to dissect what craziness is going on inside the mind of the water mage. He's had glimpses of her infamous antics from the past, and he's always been curious of her brain's creativity.
"You don't know what you're asking for," he gives her a dangerous and piercing gaze, making sure to intimidate her. He could see it — that slight discomfort in her eyes, the shifting of her weight, the reddening of her cheeks, and the apprehension in her expression. Water from his wet hair drops onto her face, and Juvia blinks from it. There is something cutely enticing with her reaction, and Laxus's lower body seems to react hard as well.
He knows he should move away, or he might just pounce on her. Yet, he cuts the distance even shorter, and Juvia's chest is now pressed against his. He lifts up her chin more and leans down. His lips hover near hers, barely touching. He's never kissed her lips, and he's craving to do so, but he controls himself not to.
"Leave now," he commands with an almost-growl. He releases her right away and steps around her to open his door. He takes a look at her from the corner of his eyes, and she seems stuck where she stands. He would've closed the door behind him when he stepped inside his house. But, Juvia is quick to enter the house. With shaky hands, she helps Laxus take off his shirt. Puzzled, Laxus yells at her, "What the fuck, woman! Didn't I tell you to go?"
Juvia gives him a confident glare. She turns her back to him and walks further inside his house, without another word to him. She knows where exactly to go — his bedroom. Laxus stands in the doorway, unable to comprehend what she's doing. It doesn't take long for Juvia to reappear, a towel in her hand. She approaches him with a self-assured gait. For a brief moment, it feels as if a superior walking towards her subordinate. She has this 'I'm-in-control' air around her, and all Laxus could do is scowl. When she's standing in front of him again, Juvia tugs down his wet shirt, bringing him closer to her height. She still stands on tiptoes as she dries his hair. She refuses to stare directly at his eyes.
For the first time in a long while, Laxus feels intimidated around a woman. He unconsciously gulps down, a fuzzy sensation enveloping him. He really needs to get away from him. When she lets go, he steps back, trying to regain his usual arrogance demeanour.
"If you're my slave, then heed my command," he spoke loudly with a hard inflection. "Get away from me. You reek of the ice mage, and it's disgusting." He might've sounded somewhat immature, but he is slowly losing self-restraint. The longer she stays around him, the harder it'll be to control himself. Inside him is a fusion of different emotions. On one hand, he'll be a ticking time bomb of sexual frustration. He'll attack her any minute now, like a predator deprived of his favourite prey. On the other hand, he's reminded of melancholic visions — his parents, his grandfather, his past misdeeds — that he might just wail like a boy in need of a mother's hug.
He desires nothing but to be away from her, as much as he is lusting to be inside her.
But the words that came out of her mouth are like a sword that broke the chain of restraint: "Then erase his scent from Juvia's body."
An invitation is consent, and that's all he needed. The dragon inside him is released. His mouth captures her sweet lips, while his hands are busy peeling off her clothes. He's never kissed her before, and he thinks to himself that he should've done so the first time at the inn. It is akin to tasting something that cannot be described with mere words. She eagerly responds with vigour, her fingers raking through his hair. Her clothes were stripped in a flash, and soon Juvia's naked back lands on the cold floor. Yet, she doesn't complain for she's feeling the blazing fire all over her body.
Laxus kisses every inch of her exposed skin, travelling from one hardened nipple to the other. His hands are simultaneously pleasing her — one kneading the full mound of flesh, the other caressing down her thigh. Juvia moans in crescendo, as if composing a sensual melody. Soon, Laxus is situated in between her erotic legs. She is still shy, but he could tell Juvia is trying hard to show a courageous front. And the moment he tastes her syrupy region, his tongue circling around her pearl, Juvia reaches climax immediately, arching her back upwards. She grits her teeth, not allowing a scream to escape her lips. Laxus continues to give her pleasure, until Juvia purposely snatches herself away from him.
He eyes her with a fatalistic glint, and she recoils a bit. Yet, that alluring bold countenance returns to make him want her more. Juvia crawls towards him, wipes his mouth gently with her hand, before latching her lips onto his. She wraps her arms around his neck, and then straddles him. Laxus couldn't take it anymore. Without breaking the kiss, he takes out his member from his slacks.
The two suddenly communicate without words or even looking at each other's eyes. Juvia raises her hips to let Laxus enter her slowly. When they're finally fully connected, they move in synched, grunting and moaning in unison. It doesn't take long for Juvia to reach the zenith for the second time. Laxus could feel himself nearing that apex, and he's aware he needs to withdraw from her for lack of protection. Yet, Juvia holds onto him fear. She's getting to a third highest point, but she's able to indicate it's her 'safe' period. As if that's the trigger, Laxus drains himself. At the same time, his energy gets sapped out. He falls back, completely lying down. Juvia topples on top of him. Both their chests are heaving from heavy breathing. Staring up the ceiling, Laxus is searching for the words to say to her, but his mind has been dulled.
It is Juvia who breaks the silence.
"This is the first time Laxus-san kissed Juvia."
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A silent night is always ideal for deep pondering. With only the moonlight from the window serving as his lamp, Laxus gazes at the sleeping water mage beside him. After their intimate tryst in his doorway, Juvia has fallen asleep. Laxus has taken some time to gather enough energy to carry her to bed. He can feel fatigue in his limbs, but he's not completely fulfilled. He wants more of her. And it's taking time for him to doze off to dreamland.
But the woman beside him is like a dream come true — as cheesy as that sounds. He brushes off the strands of blue hair from her face. She is exhausted, that much he could tell. Not only did she perform a routine in front of many people, she had to do it using incredible amount of magic. And then of course that rough, albeit quick, activity near his front door.
Laxus chuckles out loud. Now, every time, he'll be exiting and entering his house, he'll be recounting that steamy episode. Letting his perverse self out, he slides off the blanket covering the nude mage. He's seen other girls with more picturesque curves and bigger breasts. He's slept with prettier females. Yet, Juvia right now, in his eyes, is the complete image of perfection. Perfect in a sense that her flaws add to her beauty.
Juvia shivers, switching to a fetal position. Laxus immediately covers her up. He thinks back to what he said after sex.
This is the first time Laxus-san kissed Juvia.
A bitter taste occurs in his mouth, and the infuriating face of an ice mage pops out. Laxus knows his possessiveness is taking over. So now, he is firm that he will not allow anyone to have her.
He will not let anyone touch her.
Especially not Gray.
He will keep Juvia to himself, until he's sure that he's exhausted of her. After all, Laxus cannot be committed to anyone, especially someone from his guild. Yes, as cruel as it may sound, Laxus will do anything in his power to have sole possession of Juvia, until he's done with her.
Until he's tired of her.
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"Laxus-san should eat before breakfast gets cold," Juvia shyly tells him.
The two of them are seated across from each other at the dining table. Juvia has prepared breakfast, waking up earlier than him. To Laxus, it seems she's keen on keeping her promise to be his 'slave'.
With arms folded, Laxus stares at her with a bored expression. "Last night was just a taste of me being a tyrant. I'm giving you the chance to leave now," he tells her, knowing full well of her response.
"No," she refuses, just as he suspected. "Juvia will keep her promise. Juvia might've failed to win the competition and prove herself excellent, but she will not be someone who'd go back on her word."
"A woman of honour," he snorts. "Fine, have it your way. You'll be my slave for a month." Laxus frowns when Juvia nods and smiles. Why does she look so happy? "I'm leaving for a mission," he tells her flatly, "And you're coming with me."
a/n: I apologize for the delay. to be honest, I was writing this chapter with the intent for it to be the last one. I wasn't sure if there's enough interest left. heh. still, I'm very grateful to those who take time to leave a review. Truly appreciate it, hence I'll extend the story a bit. I wouldn't want it to end abruptly. But, I also don't want it to seem dragging. So please, kindly let me know how the story is progressing so far.
Once again, my deepest thanks to the following readers: RiverSong5, kurahieritr JIO, qhxsaii, Mushee-chan, thundergodlaxus, MaouoKenjiro13, endingsarenotalwaysbad, Angelina1993, rosaji, iamalphagirl, and SnoopyA
