~Getting down to the last few, and I feel like I should tell y'all that as of right now, only the winner of your votes got a smexy smutty scene but who knows, that could change with the proper convoncing... ^.^ okay, okay, here goes another could be ending~
After two hours of being stuck in the backroom, Lucy blindly pulled a bottle of booze from the crate she had pushed against the shelf to make a chair for her to sit on and thankfully, it had been a forgotten box of champagne so she popped the cork, ducking as best she could as the deadly projectile bounced around the tiny room so she didn't get hit by it, and chugging the bubbly liquid, getting about halfway done before an impressive burp escaped her little body, halting her drinking only momentarily before she lifted the bottle once more and finished the fizzy alcohol. Continuing this process until another hour had passed and she had four empty bottles at her feet with an impressive buzz, she heard the Bickslow's easy baritone from outside the door, "Don't worry, Matchmaker, I'm grabbing the last crate now, calm down."
Teetering her way to the door on her stilted heels, she leaned against the cool wood, thanking Mavis herself that she was going to finally be freed from her prison, except Bickslow didn't know she was trapped in the closet let alone that he needed to be ready to catch the tipsy blonde as he swung the door open from the other side. So with a high-pitched squeal from the tumbling Celestial Mage and a surprised 'Oof' from the Seith Mage, the pair landed in a tangled heap, her chest pressed into his broad, tanned chest which was bare from the open deep red vest of his weirdly attractive jester costume, his knee pressed between her legs as his left arm wrapped around her instinctively, his right stretched behind him in an attempt the lessen the impact of their fall.
He should have been concerned that he just found the missing blonde beauty in a closet and very obviously intoxicated from her infectious giggles and the wafting scent of alcohol coming from her body, but the moment his masked eyes met hers, he burst into loud, gut-busting cackles.
She was giving him the goofiest, toothiest smile he'd ever seen on the little blonde while she clutched an empty bottle of champagne, her voice as sweet and bubbly as the booze she'd been downing for the passed tho hours, "Bixy! Thank gods you let me out of there. I was starting to go nuts," holding the bottle as if offering him a drink, her head tilting cutely, "Want some champagne to celebrate my prison break?"
Sitting the pair of them up, her body twisting to sit sideways in his lap, his voice easy as he shook his head, "I don't think there's any left to celebrate with, Cosplayer. Did you drink that whole thing by yourself?"
Nodding enthusiastically to the tall mage, she held up a finger let him know she wanted him to wait there before she crawled back into the darkness of backroom. He could hear the sounds of glass hitting off glass before she reappeared with an armful of five empty bottles and one full one hanging dangerously from her fingertips, her smile wide and proud as she spoke, "I drank all these by myself. I've been in the prison for a very long time and I don't even know why I was being punished so I popped the booze and I drank." Throwing her arms out wide, letting the glass bottles go as she held the last bottle out towards the party, the Seith Mage scrambling to catch all five of the empty ones so they didn't shatter from where he had sat on the floor waiting for her, before she looked down and giggled. Her fingertips tracing the tall points of his deep blue and red striped mask, the edges outlined in gold, but her smile fell into an adorable pout as she tried to pull the mask from his face when she noticed it was slitted like his visor to hide his eyes. Her voice childlike and determined, "What the hell is this? I thought for sure Virgo would make this thing so I could look at you..."
Lining the bottles up along the wall as he held off her barrage of grabby hands and frustrated grunts, finally able to stand to his full height, effectively cutting off the little blondes attempts to get his mask off his face, his voice cut through her pouting as he poked the end of her nose, "Okay, so you've probably had enough to drink, right? Why don't we get some fresh air now that you've been released from prison-"
"Rescued," her voice flat as she corrected him with a firm nod.
His smile only curled wider at her interruption before he tried again, "Now that you've been rescued from prison."
Looping her arm through his, she gave him a quick nod before the pair made it about four steps into the crowd successfully before she stopped dead in the middle of the floor, her voice confused as she looked up at the mohawked man, "Where are my babies?"
Not expecting her to stop moving out of nowhere directly in his path, he snaked an arm around her waist to keep her from falling over as he ran into her perfect hourglass figure, endlessly amused with the spontaneous beauty that the Celestial Mage in his arms channeled perfectly in her alcohol-induced state. As he set her tiny frame but upright, he couldn't help but smile as she laced her fingers with his to tug him down to her line on vision, eyes searching for his beneath the mask before her voice came out impatient, "Well?"
"They're here somewhere, Kitten. Did you want me to call them?," drawling lazily as he tried to suppress his laughter at her serious face.
"I'm not moving until I get to give each of them a kiss," crossing her arms defiantly, still not caring that they were in the center of everyone trying to get to the bar.
"You're pretty cute when you get bossy, you know that?"
His words seem to upset the feisty woman as her scowl deepened and her arms tightened, her voice low as she hissed out, "No, I'm not."
"Riiiight, of course you're not. You're fierce and scary and I will gather your babies for you," standing up to whistle for his babies, crossing his arms over his chest to mimic her defiant stance as they waited, his smile wide as his tongue lolled from his mouth, equally as uncaring about their current position in the flow of traffic.
Tilting her head to the side, she mused out loud as if she meant for her words to stay within her head instead of spilling from her lips, "You're pretty cute all the time, I know that."
"What was that, Cosplayer?," he leaned down with his hand cupped to his ear teasingly.
Returning back to her demanding scowl with an adorable shake of her head, "What was what?"
"I'm pretty sure you just called me cute," poking her button nose with his long index finger.
Narrowing her eyes as her lips pursed out of frustration before denying her words, "I'm pretty sure I didn't."
"I'm pretty sure you're lying."
"I'm pretty sure...yeah, well-" just as she was melting into a stuttering bout of denial, the sounds of the babies chirping surrounded her and her face filled with the cheery brightness Bickslow was used to seeing on her gorgeous face, the fact that it was his babies that pulled her from her entertaining tantrum, only made his chest fill with a kind of warmth he hadn't felt in ages.
Before he knew it, Lucy was walking aimlessly to the back of the guild, completely oblivious to the bodies that were splitting to let the cooing woman through as she moved from baby to baby, rubbing her nose against the smooth wood of each of their bodies. Quickly catching up to her giggling frame before she could run into a bench and take another tumble and steering out to the pool area to get some cooler air and quiet to maybe clear her head of the case of champagne she managed to down all by herself.
After sitting the radiant blonde on a lounger and taking the lounger next to her so he could face her, the jeweled train of her dress covering his boots as she sat upright between his legs. He liked to think he was caging her in with his legs in an effort to keep her from taking an unexpected dive in the pool, but he knew that excuse was flimsy at best.
Her little lilting voice pulled him from his thoughts as his name fell from her perfect pink lips, "Bickslow, why do you wear your visor all the time? You said there was a reason but you never actually said what the reason was."
Rubbing the back of his head at the kind of taboo topic of conversation for him before meeting her open, expectant face, free of the exquisite mask as she raised her toned arms to release her golden hair. Completely hypnotized as the silky curls cascaded around her shoulders to fall to her hips with a bounce, only getting pulled further into her presence as she pulled its length over to one side over her shoulder, her voice light as she leaned back on her palms to take in the starlight through the glass roof with her eyes closed, "If you don't want to answer, you don't have to. It just kind of bothers me that you hide the most unique part about you and it really pisses me off that the only reason I can think of for you to do that is everyone else's ignorance and judgmental opinions. People are fucking assholes and you shouldn't have to wear that visor because of it."
Her honesty made his chest tighten and the easy, matter-of-fact way she said it, like she really genuinely believed her words, made his resolve crumble. So with a kind of reluctance, he unbuckled the mask from his face to let her have a shot at his vulnerability, which made him nervous and excited all at once as his babies settled around him, noticing the nervousness of their mage. His voice was quiet as he kept the deep red of his eyes on the mask in his lap, "I got so used to the safety the visor brought. I've been told by every single person that sees my eyes and my tattoo that they make me a monster, a criminal, like I chose to have this magic. Even in the guild, no one looks me in the eye, so I got used to keeping it on so other people felt safe around me. And fucking hell, you purposefully go out of your way to meet my eyes, even through the visor. You just sounded like you would beat the shit out of someone for doing what comes naturally for people when they see the tattoo on my face."
She scoffed, still not looking up from her relaxed position as she lifted her feet to slip the heels from them and cross them over his thigh, "That's because I would and it's not natural, but continue."
Chuckling under his breath as he looked up to take her in, her skin glowing under the shine of her stars, her face light with an easy confidence, even the easy level of comfort she has around him to use him as a footstool impressed him as he continued, "Lucy, do you have any idea what it's like for me to be around you? Your soul, gods your soul, is one-of-a-fucking-kind and you have no idea."
That finally caught her attention; not only did he call her Lucy but he rarely talked about his ability to see souls. The only reason she even knew about it before this week was because she had been with Laxus when he got the call for a very specific job that requested Bickslow specifically and when she questioned the Lightning Slayer about it, he let it slip in the wee hours of the morning what Bickslow could do with his magic. As she met his deep red swirling pools, she wasn't exactly surprised, it's not like this was the first time she'd ever seen his face, in fact, when she met his eyes, she felt a kind of warmth through her chest.
Without hesitation, she was leaned forward and her hands were bracing her body on his thighs. Obviously taking the Seith Mage by surprise, she chuckled under her breath as her hand came up the trace the little man tattooed across the bridge of his nose, her easy smile pulling her lips before she pressed them over the blackened skin, her voice breathy and light as she leaned her forehead against his, "I really like the way your face looks. The entirety of your face, Bickslow."
"That is so fucking weird," he hadn't meant for the words to come out but they had and with a very quick move of his hand to the back of her neck to keep her from backing away like she intended to at his misinterpreted words, he shook his head and clarified, "It's just kind of hard to actually believe that you of all people are the one to get me to take the mask off."
Pressing another quick kiss to the end of his nose, she backed away only so she could get more comfortable and sit in his lap, the alcohol in her system having a significantly less hold on her thoughts with the serious turn of events, not that she minded one bit before leaning her head on his shoulder, her voice low as her energy slowly drained from her body, "You know what I think is pretty fucking weird?"
His lips spread into a small genuine smile at the sleep mingling in her words, his own gentle as he brushed her hair from her face, "Why don't you tell me, Kitten?"
Her dainty hand gripped the soft fabric of his vest as she pulled herself back to look into his eyes. With a little pause her golden eyes dropped down to his full lips, he licked his top lip at her staring unconsciously before her eyes glinted with a playful sparkle as she all but breathed out, "You still haven't kissed me."
His deep, rich laugh echoed through the cavernous room before he grabbed her heels and set her upright once again, his free hand firm on her lower back, "I didn't know I was allowed to kiss you or believe me, I would have but at this point, we are so close to the countdown. Why not head back in so I can impress you with my very smooth dance moves until the new year strikes, then I can dip that sexy little body of yours and kiss you until you see stars."
Putting a finger up to her chin as if debating his offer, her voice bright as she shot him with a beaming grin, "Abso-fucking-lutely. As long as the mask stays out here."
His voice was light as he made the easiest decision of his life and pulled the little blonde back into the fray so she could actually enjoy the party she worked so hard to put together, "Deal," leaving the red and blue mask behind on the lounge.
