[Author's Note: This chapter is rated M(A) for explicit adult descriptions/themes. 18+.]

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Fairy Tail world, which is trademarked by Hiro Mashima.]

CHAPTER 7:

His body pinned her into the dark ground under their bodies, and she felt the chill against her back. The weight of him warmed her body. She arched her back as his hands roamed over the gentle slopes of her curves. The combined gentleness and roughness of his touch tickled her skin, and tiny goosebumps appeared in the wake of his stroke. Her hands moved over the sculpted arms on either side of her, and they tensed with the strength she found exhilarating. She moved her arms under his, wrapping them around his sides so that her hands could grip into the bare skin of his back. She lifted her head, placing her half-opened lips on his shoulder and allowed her tongue to taste the sweat off his skin as she kissed near his neck. He bent his head into her neck, licking and biting as the mood suited him, and she took in the scent of him as she found her nose buried in the thick strands of pink. The warmth of his skin flared in the fiery glow of his power, and his flames wrapped around them.

She felt his calloused hands move over the bent leg that kept to his hip, and the sensation of his nails digging into the cheeks of her bottom sent a surge of pleasure up her spine. His hands moved through the wild strands of her hair, gripped tightly, and pulled along the ground to pull her head back as he pushed himself deep into the warmth of her. She gasped at the roughness of it and felt another spark of exhilaration fill her as his lips and tongue moved over her exposed neck and the fullness of him filled her.

Her hips moved against his, pushing up as he pushed down. She turned her head to the side, allowing his hungry kisses to move from her neck to her ear. He nibbled through ragged breaths, and the sounds of his pleasure increased with her own. She took all of him, the scent of their bodies filling her senses. He moved slowly, savouring the feel of her around him as he pushed her deeper into the dark. His hands released the strands of her hair, one resting on the top of her head while the other gripped at her neck. His fingers wrapped around her neck gently as he pushed deeper into her.

Opening her eyes, she caught the sight of herself in the mirror, a wild and ravaged look in her eyes. She watched the reflection of the orange-haired man gently caressing her while she remained pinned under his weight. She felt the thrill of him as their reflected hips moved together as he buried his face into her neck. And through her reflection, she felt the kisses and the sweet cooling breath from his lips. The reflection showed the gentleness she had always known of her fair orange-haired spirit, and yet her body rocked with the roughness of the passion of fire that surrounded her body. The steady crash of primal pleasure filled her, deeper and deeper into her core. She closed her eyes, no longer seeing the reflection and instead moved with the crashing waves of intensity that pulsed through her.

He settled slowly, his quickened breaths slowing with her heart. He collapsed into her, his weight pushing her even deeper into the darkness that pressed against her back. She moved her hands into his hair, playing with the strands as she held his head to her chest. She took in the earthly scent of his pink hair as her reflection buried her head into the forest of orange that collapsed on her chest. She heard their tired yet gritty voices through the dark that began to wrap around them, "I am yours to command."

. . . . .

Lucy woke with a start, her breath heavy and short. She gasped, gripping at the pounding her heart gave against her chest. Her fingers gripped at the thin fabric of the blanket that covered her as her eyes darted around her dark apartment. The soft glow of the moon entered her apartment through the window by her bed, and she rolled over to stare out into the quiet streets of Magnolia. An uneasiness filled her. She shifted anxiously, suddenly feeling her back completely exposed to the darkness of her apartment. Quickly, she rolled over to face the shadow that hid the warmth of her apartment and to have her back lit by the moonlight.

Fear filled her breathing and moved through her. Her skin shivered as the sensation of slithering cold hovered over her skin. She squinted into the darkness, feeling as if someone was staring at her. Her ears could only pick up on the silence, hearing nothing save for the muted sound of the insects calling out in the night outside of her window. She pulled the blanket up to cover her mouth and nose, but she kept her eyes keenly focused into the dark.

She closed her eyes, mentally willing her body to ease into comfort. The image of him, of both men, on her came back in vivid clarity, and it burned her face in the deepest of red as her eyes opened to stop the recollection. The desire burned deep into her chest, and she wondered if there really was any harm in playing a bit. She shook her head a little, trying to shake the thought from her head. It wasn't like her at all to play such games. No. It wasn't a game, and she had no idea why the idea of toying with such deep rooted emotions would ever be considered a game, let alone by her. Lucy felt different, and the confusion only added to her ever growing uneasiness in the darkness of the early morning.

She shook her head, deciding she was just panicking from startling herself out of her slumber. She closed her eyes once more with a pained wish that sleep would take her quickly. She was keenly aware of her beating heart, and the vivid recollection of her dream replayed itself before her. Lucy felt the insatiable desire moving through her again, and it filled her with a shadowy strength she couldn't quite understand. Opening her eyes, she moved along the mattress. She pushed her back against the wall of her window so that she could keep the wide gap from the black shadow, the moonlight filling the void on her mattress. The darkness of the apartment seemed to be encroaching into the light, but she was certain that was just her imagination.

. . . . .

He peered into the empty guildhall, sliding swiftly towards the request board. Quietly, he pinned a single sheet of paper under several other postings. As he finished, he heard the groggy and heavy footsteps on the floor above him. He slinked back into a corner, blending into the shadow before disappearing.

The short silhouette looked over the railing of the second floor to the first floor. He lifted the lantern higher, lighting his elderly face and messy white hair. He examined the empty room with piercing eyes but saw no one as his hard stare moved to the request board. He watched as a few sheets of paper settled down, having been lifted by the wind without a source. Quietly the old wizard shuffled back to his room, his mind deeply troubled by a nagging sensation of the darkness that had filled his empty space between the guild walls.