Lucy took a sip of her now stone cold coffee and winced. She pulled out another cancer stick and lit it. Everything from the night before had just flooded back to her. The mind and life altering sex, the complete annihilation of the ground rules she had insisted upon, the champagne... oh my gods, so much champange. She groaned out loud. "You know smoking makes the hangover ten times worse Blondie!" Strong arms wrapped around her and she was pulled hard against the naked body of Laxus Dreyar. Her kissed and nuzzled her neck then reached ovet to swipe her cigarette. He took a monstrous drag and handed it back. "There's hot coffee in the room Sparky. Would you freshen my cup too?" He nodded, grabbed her mug, and sauntered his bare ass back into the room as Lucy turned around and drooled over his perfect bum marred by a little bruise on each cheek. She could feen the heat rising to her cheeks and dipping to her nether regions as all the memories of last night flooded her thoughts. Laxus looked back over his shoulder and smirked at the hazy expression plastered on Lucy's face.
Lucy took another drag off her cigarette. Gods, he was perfection, and he is all hers. "Fuck me. How did we get into this beautiful mess?" Laxus' coffee laden nude form waltzed up to her. He set the mugs down and wound his arms around his perfect little sassy mate. "You were a tipsy little twirling top that me dragon and I couldn't ignore. You have the mouth of a drunken sailor, the face of a goddess and the mind of a psychotic genius. You, my dear little mate, are walking perfection... for me at least." He bent down and gave her another searingly passionate kiss. He pulled at the ties of her robe and let it fall to the balcony floor. Lucy tossed her cigarette in her hot cup of coffee and wound her legs around her man. Laxus started kissing her neck and stopped when he noticed the bandage. "Why did you covet up my mark Blondie?" "Well, it was seeping and I didn't want it sticking to my robe!" Laxus looked a bit hurt but understood her worry. Seeping wounds were usuall a bad sign in their line of work but, so caught up in the moment last night, her forgot to tell her to not bandage it. Not that it would effect the bond, but the dragon needed to see that it set, just to put its mind at ease. He gently removed the bandage and smiled at the puncture wounds that were being to heal over in little gold and silver colored glittery scales. Contentment swept through his chest. All was right in the world as he carried his mate to the bedroom for round two... then breakfast and rounds three and four before they both passed out again from exhaustion.
