Conversations
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His hand was on the knob as he screamed at himself to just teleport the fuck home. "Laxus!" her voice screamed as he scented a wash of her arousal seemingly seep down to where he was standing. That was it. With those words and that scent, he wrenched the door open and bounded up the stairs to her front door. He tried the handle, fully committed to kicking the door in if it was locked, but was surprised to find it swing open for him easily.
"Who's there?" Her voice trembled as she said the words.
For once in his life, he didn't know exactly how to respond.
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Lucy panicked. Her keys were out of her reach on the other side of her room and in her condition, she doubted she'd get to them in time. "Damn, why didn't I remind Levy to lock the door on her way out?" she internally cursed at herself.
She tried to stay very still, hoping to think of a plan when she heard heavy booted footsteps drawing closer. "Oh god. What if it's Gajeel, come to finish what he started?" Every horrible possible scenario played out in front of her eyes as she listened to the boots draw closer and closer.
She winced as she finally looked up, expecting Satan himself. But she was shocked when she peeked her eyes open and saw—a devil yes—but not actually evil incarnate. "Laxus?" she breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought, oh my god," she said trying to catch her breath. Once she'd calmed down, she realized how pissed she was. "Why didn't you knock? Do you just come barging into people's homes unannounced regularly?" She visibly winced, the pain in her side flaring from all the excitement.
Laxus watched the girl go from scared to relieved to pissed. "Do you regularly keep your front door unlocked?" He fought the urge to reach out to her when she winced from clear pain.
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Incase you haven't noticed, I'm not really in a condition to be walking around much."
Laxus rolled his shoulders, agitated by the whole situation. "Yeah. And I did take care of that for you, by the way," he muttered under his breath.
"Huh?" Lucy couldn't quite make out what he said. Something about taking care of something?
"Nothing," the man gruffed, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Lucy internally shrugged. "So what brings you here anyways?" If she hadn't so clearly felt the pain from her injuries, she would have for sure thought she was dreaming. Imagining the man on top of her as she came and then that very same man waltzes into her apartment, looking as sexy as ever? Yeah, definitely dream material.
The lightning mage shifted uncomfortably. He hadn't thought this far ahead. "I guess I was just wondering how you were doing," he finally admitted. It was the only thing that really made sense after all. What, was he supposed to say that he heard her screaming his name while she clearly came and his fucking hard on led him through her door? Yeah, definitely not something he wanted to admit.
Lucy sat up, discreetly wiping her fingers off on her underwear under the covers before swinging her legs to the side of the bed. She grimaced at the slight pain it caused her but she didn't really feel like looking like an eighty-year-old grandmother while she talked to the hunk. "I'm alright, I guess," she sighed.
"I heard you got beat up pretty badly," Laxus said, stepping closer to her. She motioned for him to take a seat at the chair closest to the bed. He did, flipping it around and removing his coat before straddling it.
"Yeah, I can see that," he responded, nodding to her ribs.
She let the blanket fall away. She knew she was just wearing a tank and pair of panties but seriously, this man had already seen all of her and she wasn't shy. Laxus hitched his eyebrow up as she did so but remained quiet. She lifted her shirt up to reveal the bandages. "It's not too bad, right? Tell me I don't look like a giant mummy!" she laughed at herself.
The blond couldn't believe it. Here she was, laughing about being so severely beaten. She really did have a strength about her different from anyone else in the Guild. "Lucy," he looked at her intently. He hadn't anticipated telling her about his upcoming plans but something about her just made him want to spill everything. "You're so strong, you know that?" He hadn't meant to say those words but they just fell out of his mouth.
Lucy blushed. Here she was, arguably the weakest, newest member of the Guild and Laxus, the Laxus Dreyar, thunder god extraordinaire, was calling her strong? Maybe he was joking. She shook her head. "Don't be silly, Laxus. I managed to get myself kidnapped, twice!" she said in embarrassment.
Laxus chuckled and Lucy gave him a flat stare. "That is true," he agreed before quieting down. "But then, you also managed to survive a beating from the Iron Dragonslayer and still laugh about it."
The blonde sighed. "I suppose but it's not like I had much of a choice. I'm sorry, by the way." Lucy looked down between her hands.
Laxus furrowed his brow in confusion. "For what?" he tried to clarify.
The girl sighed. "Levy told me what Mira and Cana tried to do, trying to guilt you into coming back and everything. That wasn't fair. All the family drama—it was my fault. They shouldn't have asked you to clean up my mess." The girl sighed, "The entire Guild wouldn't have gotten involved if I had it my way."
Laxus sat there stunned. He sort of thought she was going to chew him out for not rescuing her. God, if he didn't hold the door open for most women he got a tongue-lashing. But here she was, apologizing to him? He just shook his head before mumbling, "It's cool."
Lucy looked into the big man's eyes. She still didn't quite understand why he was here. Laxus didn't seem like the type of guy to just drop in to talk. Was he hoping for something physical to continue between them? She'd be lying if she said she hadn't secretly thought about the same thing. Thoughts of him between her legs had plagued her mind for quite a while and even with him sitting right in front of her like this, she couldn't help but feel turned on.
Laxus watched as her eyes clouded over in thought. He still wasn't sure why he was here and for that matter, why he stayed. He thought he'd made up his mind about this girl when he decided not to get involved in the whole Phantom thing. But then, with her sitting there in front of him, in just a pink tank and panties, he couldn't help but feel that ever-existent pull towards her. And it was more than just physical attraction. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but was instantly assaulted by another wave of her arousal.
"Fuck," he cursed internally as he knew what was about to happen. This close to the girl, her sitting there in barely any clothes, he hadn't even had time to process just what was happening before he felt himself move. Kicking the chair back, he crossed the small threshold between them and pressed his lips against hers.
END CHAPTER 9
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Hello lovers!
Oh my god what is WRONG with me? Okay fear not, I'm already working on the continuation of this scene so it shouldn't be too long of a wait. Besides, you guys got all that delicious lemonade right in the beginning chapters, you know? It can't be summer all the time!
Laxus has been entirely too much fun to write in this story. I have always adored Lalu stories but now that I'm writing one, I understand the pull. He's just such a tantalizing character.
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