Bickslow groaned as he woke up. Not from the act of waking up itself, but because he realised there was a body wrapped up in his arms. Not that this had never happened before, he had woken up with a random woman in his bed more times than he could count, but just that it was always incredibly awkward when it did.

He opened his eyes, only to get immediately blinded by a bright white light that assaulted his irises. Screwing them shut again, he took a second to think. It wasn't late enough and the bed was positioned wrong for it to be the sunlight, which meant it must have been a soul. He made a concentrated effort to turn down his soul sight and opened his eyes again.

The soul in front of him was the most brilliant white, with baby blue streams swirling through it occasionally. One look at that soul and he knew immediately who it was. Lisanna was lying next to him, curled up with her back against his torso. His right arm was wrapped around her stomach, while his left was curled under her head. Her soul pulses slightly, telling Bickslow that she was happy with her situation. But not only that.

He had seen it happening for the last couple of months. It started off as a slight curiosity, and it took Bickslow a period of intensely watching the girl to discern what it was. The smallest of green lines had appeared underneath her blue swirls, and Bickslow had to get closer to her a couple of times to see it closer. It had grown slowly into what some would call a crush, and then it grew into something more as the line got thicker and thicker. She had definitely had a thing for him yesterday, but something had happened since he last saw her which made her fall into full blown love. The bright green line was as thick as her own blue one.

He looked down at his own soul, at the storm of black, red and dark green which had been a part of him for as long as he remembered. He needed to flow more energy into his magic to see his own soul, but he saw what he knew would be there as soon as he did. Occasional bursts of colour from his babies souls shone through the darkness, although they didn't stay around for long. A baby blue band had started to swirl within it a long time ago, and now it was beginning to outshine the other colours.

Shit. What the fuck had he done last night?

He wracked his brain through what had happened the night before. They had come back to the inn, and separated to their individual rooms. He had got ready for bed, and gone down to sleep pretty early for him out of sheer boredom. He mentally fast forwarded through the nightmares, fucking typical for him to have them when there was no one around, and then the memory of what had happened hit him like a freight train.

He had taken control of Lisanna after waking up, but she had come to him of her own accord. She hadn't run away. Looking closely at her soul, he could see the last remaining vestiges of his from where he had taken her over and instantly felt guilty. He remembered breaking the connection, and then panicking for a moment before she had walked forward of her own accord and getting into bed with him. He winced as he remembered his final words to her before he fell asleep.

He was in this too deep. And he was scared that he didn't actually want to escape.


"Papa?"

Peppe hadn't spoken, as such. It was more a feeling that he got from the doll, transferred through their very souls. Moving his head ever so slowly as to not wake up the girl in his arms, he could see all of his totems littering the bed in front of her. He could see that she was holding Poppo in her arms, and smiled at how she treated them just as well as he did.

"Papa did something stupid last night, guys."

All of his totems span so their faces were looking at him. They didn't technically see through the eyes on the front of their bodies, but people tended to prefer it that way so they had slowly learned. Not that Bickslow minded. Their souls shone through the wood of their bodies anyway.

"Lissy?"

Bickslow smiled, closing his eyes and relaxing into Lisanna's body. She didn't even move, still fast asleep.

"Yeah. I'm in bed with Lissy."

A wave of happiness came from all five of his dolls, and he smiled. It seemed like they liked her just as much as he did. That was more important than anyone else knew. If his babies didn't like a person, Bickslow tended not to like them either.

"Lissy pretty"

Bickslow chuckled at Pippi's statement. She was right. Pippi never had got the hang of lying, or even not saying the thing that was immediately at the front of her mind at any time.

"Yeah. Yeah she is, isn't she? Now you guys get out of here. I need some time with Lisanna."

He got a wave of sadness then, and all of them rose into the air. Poppo gently extracted himself from Lisanna's grip, and they all hovered over the bed. Bickslow didn't turn his head to look at them, not wanting to disturb Lisanna despite the fact that Poppo had managed to separate himself from her arms without her waking.

"Papa? Papa cross?"

He shook his head almost imperceivably. He hadn't meant to upset them, but they had started to panic in the way they did when they knew they had done something wrong, but didn't understand exactly what.

"I'm not cross at you guys. Hey, can you do an important job for me?"

Their panic changed to excitement as quickly as flicking a switched. He loved the little guys, but they sure were easy to manipulate.

"Can you go and find the sea for me? I have forgotten where it is."

They started flying around, forgetting they were supposed to be quiet so as not to wake the girl that was sleeping in their Papa's bed. Bickslow knew they were getting excited now, and he had to move as quickly as possible.

Sending out a small portion of his own soul, he lifted the window so they could get out, and allowed the dolls to speed outside without even saying goodbye. He couldn't blame them, really. He had made them excited, and they tended not to think when they were excited. He closed the window behind them, making sure it locked before moving his soul over to the lock on the door. He couldn't have Juvia walking in on them.

Recalling the soul fully back into his body, he closed his eyes and buried his face into Lisanna's hair.


It was soft, and tickled his nose. He moved his hand slowly across her stomach, loving the way her skin felt against his. He cracked one eye open so he could see her soul, and make sure she didn't wake up. It was entirely selfish of him, but he wanted to enjoy this moment as long as possible.

He didn't know how long he lay there, just enjoying the feel of her skin on his. Their legs had tangled together at some point in the night and he didn't dare move them. He had noticed just how little the two of them were wearing, and tried desperately hard to pay attention to anything except the way her arse was rubbing up against his crotch.

He started fidgeting, his ability to stay still had never been great and at this point he had been lying still for just far too long. He noticed her soul start to shift, and knew she was waking up. Swearing under his breath, he desperately tried to stay still, hoping that she would go back to sleep. After a few minutes, Bickslow knew that he had no chance of her going back to sleep and so ever so slowly began to move his left hand through her hair. She adjusted slightly, moaning ever so quietly that as soon as she stopped he couldn't be fully sure as to whether he had imagined it. Bickslow kept moving his hand, playing with her hair until she adjusted her position onto her back. Bickslow seamlessly moved with her, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at her.

"Morning, Bickslow."

She opened her eyes, and looked into his. He had known that her eyes were entrancing the first time he saw them, but it was so much better this close up. He leant in closer until he could feel her breath on his skin and stared into her eyes all the way. He waited for the fear to appear in her eyes, and for her to run away, but she never did. Instead a blush covered her cheeks, and somehow made her even more beautiful. His hair flopped in front of his face and he made sure to blow it out of his eyes, making her giggle.

"You know, Lisanna. I was an idiot yesterday."

Her face twisted in confusion, and Bickslow grinned.

"You're an idiot most of the time Bickslow…"

He moved his hand up to her cheek, and let his fingers wrap in her hair. Tilting his head slightly, he touched his nose to hers and closed his eyes.

"It is going to be much better kissing you than it would be to kiss me."

He stayed as still has he possibly could and allowed her to close the gap between them of her own accord. A few seconds later he felt her lips press against his, and he allowed himself to smile. Her lips curled up into a smile as well as his, and it made his deepen. He held there for a few seconds, before Lisanna opened her mouth, and he took it as an invitation to take the kiss deeper.

He wasn't used to kissing gently, it wasn't something he had generally ever done before. But he couldn't rush this with Lisanna, couldn't risk scaring her away. He felt her tongue venture into his mouth and he returned with his. His fingers tangled in her hair, loving the way that it felt against his skin. Her hands were still at the side of her body, too timid to move up onto his body and it made him grin into her mouth.

They continued like that for the next couple of minutes, until Bickslow felt her hand move over her stomach and start to pull up her shirt. He moved his hand from her hair down to hers, and stopped it just before she pulled the fabric over her breasts. She broke away from him, and he could see her eyes looking questioningly up at him. Dropping his head down, he buried his head in her neck, kissing it gently between speaking.

"Not here. Not yet."

Lisanna made a questioning noise, but he ignored it, licking at her skin. It tasted slightly salty from the smallest amount of sweat, and he revelled in it.

"You need to think whether this is what you really want first."

Her hand relaxed beneath his, and he returned his mouth to hers. Placing his hands back either side of her head, he kissed her deeper this time. Her hands moved slowly up over his back, and he could feel her fingers press gently against his skin. They moved up and down his spine, and sent shivers through his body. The touch got heavier, and Bickslow readjusted himself so that he lay on top of her, pressing his weight down on her body as he balanced on his right hand. She shifted slightly, but didn't move to push him off. Her tongue moved over his, and made him smile. Most people freaked out at his tongue, but not her.

His left hand moved to circle around her waist, and she wriggled against him. He cracked open one of his eyes to see her soul glowing brighter and brighter, and the blue and green swirls within it moving more actively than before. He closed his eyes again. The longer he spent here, the deeper into this mess he was falling. But at this moment, he didn't care.

Lisanna broke away again, taking a deep breath. Bickslow looked into her eyes, and grinned. He felt his tongue loll out, and she giggled underneath him, a blush spreading across her face.

"Hi."

She giggled again, the noise becoming more addictive to Bickslow every time he heard it.

"Hey, Bickslow."

Her body moved then, and he was thrown onto his back. She was a lot stronger than she looked, and Bickslow started to laugh at what she had done. Her blush deepened, until he pulled her onto him and kissed her nose.

She moved her hand down over his chest, stopping once she found something she wasn't expecting. Bickslow gulped as she looked down at his chest, and ran her fingers gently over the scar that stretched from his right shoulder to just below his ribs on his left-hand side. She looked up at him questioningly, and he held his breath waiting for the inevitable.

"I didn't know you had a scar here."

Bickslow shrugged. It was an old scar, and unlike the other men he wasn't topless enough for it to be obvious.

"You've never seen me topless this close before. It's been there a while, trust me."

Her fingers stroked down the whole length of the scar, as if she were committing it to memory. He moved his left arm down to her waist, and rested it there while she explored his chest.

"How did you get it?"

Bickslow swallowed, pressing his hand down to pull her down on top of him. She rested her head on his shoulder, fitting there perfectly as if she had been lying there for years.

"It was a battle. About ten years ago now."

He could feel her breath on his skin, and moved his right hand so it wrapped around her waist. He pulled her over until her hips straddled his thighs, before resting his hands on her lower back. She moved seamlessly and without complaint, before resting her head in his neck.

"Did you beat them? The person who gave this to you?"

Bickslow swallowed, and knew that she would be able to feel it. He rubbed his hands slowly up and down her back, before grinning widely and allowing his tongue to loll out.

"Yeah. Hurt him real bad. Stupid idiot can't even remember his own name anymore."

The girl sat up, staring him in the eyes. Her hands moved through his hair, and he revelled in the amazing feeling it gave him.

"Of course you did."

She leaned forward, kissing him on the forehead right where he knew the head of his tattoo was. The simple act alone sent chills down his spine, and his hands grasped onto her waist.

"Fuck, Lisanna. If you get any more adorable I may just have to kill you."

He pulled her down to his face again, kissing her rougher than before. She didn't seem to protest, moving her mouth with his and fisting her fingers in his hair. After a few minutes, she pushed herself up until she was kneeling on his thighs, and Bickslow looked up at her. Her hair had been mussed up and was sticking out from her head in all angles, and her face was read with a mixture of lust and a blush. She was breathing heavily, and fuck she was beautiful.

"Bickslow. What are we doing? What is this?"

He moved his hands from their position on her waist and took hers instead. He clasped them tightly as he looked into her eyes, still not used to the fact she didn't immediately look away.

"Are you enjoying it?"

She nodded slightly, and Bickslow took his opportunity to tug on her arms and force her to fall back on top of him. She squeaked slightly, and he hid his face in her neck, kissing it and biting on it gently.

"Then don't bother trying to define it. Just appreciate it while it happens."


A/N - Some of you may notice this is early. This is because I am at Comicon this weekend (super hype) so I can't upload on Sunday. So here, have this chapter early. I will also try and upload next Monday to make up for it.