Jobs

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Jellal kept the hood of his cloak pulled high on his head. His face was too recognizable—not that anyone in the entire country seemed to remember much of anything these days.

Rounding the corner, he arrived at the rendezvous place where Macbeth was waiting for him. The two men ducked into the dark alleyway and Jellal sat against the floor. Macbeth put him into a lucid dream state so he could portray what he had witnessed these past weeks.

Memories that were not his own flashed before Jellal's eyes. Applying for a position within the palace as an aide, being hired and briefly meeting El Creador himself. When the scenes stopped, Jellal found himself on a simple bench with Macbeth standing in front of him. "I see you've managed to infiltrate the government."

Macbeth looked somewhat crestfallen. "I had hoped to gain a position somewhat higher up, but it is a start."

"You'll be able to learn a lot at the bottom. People towards the talk are too afraid to gossip."

"True," Macbeth said, nodding his head.

"Anything else you need to tell me?"

Macbeth looked thoughtful. "I can't put my finger on it just yet, but something about Agosto—" he hesitated. "For the brief moment I met him something was off, but it's difficult to describe. It was like, a pressure on my magic."

Jellal tried to think through what Macbeth was saying. "I'm not sure what to tell you other than to continue to keep your ear to the ground."

"Yeah," Macbeth agreed somewhat forlornly. "I'm hoping I can at least meet him again, so I can try and better understand what I was feeling." Jellal nodded his agreement. "How's the team?"

A small smile washed over Jellal's face before he quickly schooled his features. "We've actually got a new member."

Macbeth raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Lucy Heartfilia."

Macbeth's eyebrows lifted slightly. "How did that happen?"

Jellal explained the circumstances and Macbeth tapped his finger to his lip. "The fact that Erik was involved makes me nervous."

"You and me both. But, the girl seems to be holding her own against him and he—" Jellal hesitated. Perhaps he had said too much already. "Let's just say he's intrigued."

Macbeth shrugged. "In my experience, most pretty girls intrigue Erik."

Jellal chuckled. "You may be right." Standing up, he reached his hand out and Macbeth shook it. "Stay safe. I'll see you again in one week." As soon as the words left his mouth, Jellal opened his eyes in the dark alley and calmly exited from the shadows. He knew Macbeth would wait some time before he emerged, so they could minimize the risk of being seen together.

As he walked, Jellal thought briefly about the interactions between Erik and Lucy. "Perhaps Macbeth is right. Perhaps it is nothing more than Erik being Erik."

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Erik froze, and she touched her lips to him again, this time a bit closer to his own. He looked into her eyes. He tried to get his brain to make a coherent thought but before he could, he moved forward, pressing his own lips against hers.

Lucy indulged in the feel of his lips against hers for a moment. The wine she had been drinking muddled her reactions and it was hard to resist being pulled into the man. His body was warm against hers and as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, crushing her into him that much more, the doubts she had started slipping away.

She knew this was a bad idea. The guy was really obnoxious—but he was sexy in his own kind of way. Pulling away, she gasped for air. "We shouldn't."

"But it will be fun," Cobra smirked, trying to recapture her lips. She let him and she moaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her brain was short-circuiting again, caught between doubts and wants.

"But we don't like each other," Lucy said as she pulled away again.

"Not true at all," the words surprising Cobra as soon as he said them. "Gonna need a solid 'yes' here, cause I'm not trying to get onto the High Court," Cobra snickered. Even when I'm drunk I can make kick-ass jokes.

Lucy tried to slow down her thoughts but the taste of Erik on her lips and the feel of him wrapped around her was too much. Somehow, even though he really annoyed her, right now she wanted him. She dove into him again, grinding her hips against his and he groaned.

Empty bottles were pushed aside as Cobra grabbed Lucy by the waist and turned her so that she was laying out on the couch. Quickly removing his white cloak and casting it on the chair behind him, he returned to the woman spread before him, pushing his body into hers.

Her soft curves molded to him and his hands began to roam her body as his lips moved from her lips to her ear. He planted kisses just below and onto her neck as his hand moved up to just beneath her breast.

Lucy moaned as Cobra sucked a bit of her neck into his mouth. His hand slipped below her shirt and made its way up, where his thumb began to caress the bottom of her curves. "Yes," she exclaimed under her breath and Cobra pulled at her skin harder while his hand cupped her entire mound.

The feel of her skin against him was intoxicating, causing him to lose his sense of self even more than from the beer. His fingers moved around one peak and her moans were evidence of how good it felt. Frustrated with the barrier of clothes between them, Cobra took his other hand and pushed Lucy's shirt up and off her body. He sat back for a brief moment, marveling at the sight beneath him. But Lucy was impatient. Sitting up, her breasts were completely bare and she loved it. She knew just how much men liked to look at her like this and it gave her a confidence she adored.

She turned so that Cobra was seated against the couch and she lifted his own shirt over his head. Casting it aside, she let her hands roam his chest, lightly tracing the raised scars across his body. "Sexy, right?" he said with a grin and Lucy giggled before moving forward and kissing him deeply.

His manhood was rock solid and Lucy could feel it through his trousers. Moving herself down his body, she settled between his legs and Cobra watched as she undid his belt. His head rolled back briefly, almost unable to comprehend what was about to happen.

Here was Lucy Heartfilia, gorgeous blonde with some of the best tits he had ever felt, topless and about to suck him off. What did she do right in her past life to deserve this? Am I right?

When her lips met his tip, he groaned and if he hadn't had better control, he would have lost it right then. But he wanted to watch her work him—and work him she did.

How can I describe this for you? This girl sucks better than a Dyson. All vacuums should bow at her feet.

His hand was tangled in her hair, following the motion as she bobbed up and down. It didn't take long with her skill for him to release and as he did, she went deep, drinking down all that he was giving her.

She smiled as she released him, looking into his eyes before saying, "Your turn."

Cobra smirked. "Oh, baby, I'm about to ruin all other men for you," he said as he switched their places and moved his hands up her thigh. One hand grasped her beautiful mound, flicking the tip while the other began to move beneath her mini skirt.

And then, the worst thing happened. The sound of the door opening had Cobra cursing loudly, grabbing his white cloak and throwing it overtop of Lucy so she was covered.

Jellal walked in to a disturbing sight. Empty bottles of wine and beer scattered all over the floor, a half naked Cobra kneeling before a Lucy covered in his white cloak. "What the fuck, Erik?!" Jellal bellowed.

Cobra stood up quickly, thankful that Lucy had tucked him back into his boxers, and kept his hands outstretched, blocking Jellal from coming any closer to the girl. "Back the fuck off."

"Me back the fuck off? You fucking drugged her or something, didn't you?" Jellal accused.

Lucy's lust haze clearing somewhat, she pulled the cloak against her and sat up. Her face went beet red to be caught messing around like this, and in front of Jellal no less. But she wasn't going to let Cobra take the fall. "He didn't drug me. It was consensual."

Cobra looked smug. "There, you see?"

Jellal looked surprised before returning to his normal calm exterior. "In that case, I suggest you find a more private place for such activities," he said before shutting himself into the front bedroom.

Cobra rolled his eyes. "Way to fucking kill the mood." He turned back around to look at Lucy. "Now where were we?" he said, trying to lean down in front of her.

"What? Cobra, no!" she exclaimed, her mental clarity having returned.

"But I didn't get to return the favor." Cobra said, pouting a bit.

"Looks like we've each got an 'i-owe-you' on the other then," Lucy said, trying to concentrate on not getting turned on by how close Cobra was. She wasn't going to lie, she had been dying to experience his skills and of course, she was still feeling pretty turned on, if a bit mortified. "I'm just going to go freshen up," Lucy said, standing up and holding his cloak against her while starting to walk into her own bedroom.

Cobra cleared his throat and Lucy turned to meet his gaze. "Yes?"

"Uh, cloak?" Cobra said, motioning to the white garment she was clutching.

She narrowed her eyes and all but threw it at his face, exposing herself once more to him. Cobra damn near grinned. "Just had to see them again."

Lucy stood there boldly, hands on her hips. "Get a good look, cause it's the last time you'll be seeing them." Cobra held up one finger before reaching into his pocket for his Lphone, acting like he was about to take a picture.

Lucy's face turned red and she turned as quickly as possible, running into the back room, all the while yelling, "Jerk!"

END CHAPTER 12

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Ah yes, things are back to normal between me and Pussy Galore. Seems sad, cause I think I got more out of this chapter than she did. So happy to provide you all some amazing material at my expense. You can thank me later.

Yeah I hear your grumbling about how long Mus has been gone and how she hasn't updated her other stories either. First off, she's really busy lately but don't worry, I pester her every day to continue writing my magnificent story. Secondly, what other stories? This is the only one where I'm the main hero sooo…yeah.

No guarantees as to an update schedule, but hopefully it will be sooner than the last travesty of a wait. Geesh.

Later bitches!