Now for sweet(ish) morning sex.

Lucy POV

When I awaken the next morning, curled up against a large, hot body, my leg swung over his hip and large arms wrapped around me, my brain struggles to make sense of everything. I moan, my core aching with need and chasing the phantom body that pleasured me in my dreams just moments ago – a body that had it's real counterpart right there. My hips press against him, seeking any friction that could quell the fire. My head, still fogged with sleep, can think of nothing other than the feeling of my cunt pressing and rubbing against his muscular thigh, and when I shift and slide my knee upwards to open myself up more, my knee comes in contact with the base of a very hard penis. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut, my walls pulsing in need and thoroughly drenching the already soaked slip of fabric that was the only barrier between our skin. The arms around me tighten and a deep growl resounds from his chest, the sound itself seeming to convince my hips and body to move on their own and shift me even more until I was lying mostly on top of him, his hard, hot member now pulsing against the side of my mons, trapped between our hips.

His arms tighten around me again before loosening a bit… and then they're unfolding and sliding down my back lazily, large hands making contact with my skin as they trail lower, and lower, and lower… Until they slip into my panties and cup my ass gently, pulling the breath from my lungs and thoroughly fogging up my mind. I grind my hips, wriggling a little and pressing my clit against his pubic bone. My own hand shifts down his body, trailing over each ridge of muscle, down farther and farther until my palm comes in contact with his throbbing head. His whole body rumbles with his growl this time, his hands tightening on my ass and fingers inching down towards my center from the back. Breathing shaky, I lightly caress the length downwards, my breath hitching when I reach slickness, my wetness having leaked onto his pelvis already. At the same time, a couple of his fingers finish reaching around and lightly brush my opening, a breath audibly sucked through his teeth coming from above my head, and the girth twitching in my hand.

"Lucy…" he groans, voice both husky from sleep and dripping with desire. My lips part against his chest, eyes slowly opening just enough. His hips flex and swirl, as if his cock was seeking the tight, warm sheathe of my body. A body that was very eager to invite him inside. "Lucy…" he breathes again, and I slowly lift my eyes to meet his heavy-lidded, sleep-fogged gaze. It takes some maneuvering, but I manage to pull the now thoroughly ruined panties down my legs before kicking them off, hastily pressing my skin back to his. A mildly embarrassing purr comes out of my mouth when my now bare cunt presses back against his hard dick. I move my hand to grip his side, and pull lightly while sliding my body backwards, indicating my want. Without hesitation, he obliges, rolling us over carefully to cover my body with his own. One of his palms slide to my hip and caress me reverently, his other arm bracing him against the bed and his cock nudging my lower lips.

"Please, Lucy… I need to be inside you… Can I…?" he breathes into my hair, the strange question catching me off guard. Since when does the great Laxus Dreyar verbally ask for permission?

And then his lips start to suck on my neck and I stop caring about the strange change in character.

"Yes, baby… I want you…" I moan, hips chasing his with each prodding stroke. And then he slowly slides inside, all the way until our hips our pressed tightly together and our breathing turned to panting. He raises his head to capture my lips with his softly, smiling into the kiss. One of my hands threads in his hair and I can't help but smile back at him, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pulls out and starts up a nice, lazy pace that just lets us feel each other, as if for once we weren't in any rush.

"Fuck you feel so good…" He moans, voice hoarse. "Lucy…"

"Lax…us…" I moan breathily, back arching when he shifts his hips a little and starts lazily hitting that special spot. His pace stutters a bit, mouth going slack when my core clenches with each stroke. Body hunching over mine, his fingers wrap around my thighs and push them open wider, letting him sink even deeper and my eyes roll back. Heat builds between us, the pace speeding up and our moans growing louder and less controlled. He draws back to kneel on the bed, pulling me with him and wrapping my legs around his hips.

"So beautiful…" he breathes almost inaudibly, my heart fluttering again. His heavy lidded eyes took in the sight of me, writhing as he took me higher and higher. He looked attractively disheveled – hair more of a mess than his usual carefully crafted one, his parted lips curled upwards in a happy little smile, and his eyes looking sleepy and warm. He looked… cute.

Like, a lot cuter than he had any right to be while he was balls deep inside of me.

"My lucy…" he moans, hips pushing harder and effectively erasing not only that inane thought but also the visceral response of yelling at him that I was, in fact, not his. I arched a bit and turned my head to muffle my moan into my pillow, hands gripping at the sheets for something to anchor me. He licked his lips, and pulls one of my legs from around his waist, resting my ankle on his shoulder. The new angle somehow got him even deeper and I keened, the coil in my belly skyrocketing its tension until I was on the edge. He kept his hand holding my ankle and turned his face to nuzzle my leg, his lips sucking kisses to the skin he found. The sight was erotic and sweet in a way that made that fluttering in my heart intensify. I buck my hips and his head fell back with a groan. He shifted a bit before starting to pound into me, his breath ragged and beads of sweat at his temples. His grip on both my ankle and my hip tightened and he leans back forward on top of me again, hooking the back of my knee over his forearm and spreading me wide. His other arm goes to brace himself on his elbow next to my side, our torsos pressed right up against each other.

"L-Laxus!" I squeaked, the pleasure swirling and about to explode.

"Cum- for me- Lu- cy-!" he grunts out between thrusts, and when my mouth wrenches open to scream out my release, he slams his lips to mine to drink in my sounds. The coil in my belly snaps and the release has my core clamping down on him and my arms gripping his back tightly, my free heel digging into the small of his back. He moans lowly into the kiss and spills himself deep inside me, the feeling of his cock pulsing his release making my hands shoot down of their own accord and grip his ass, pulling him even closer and deeper as possible. His jerking thrusts slow along with the bucking of my hips as my body turns to liquid beneath him, his own body slumping on top of me with only his elbow keeping him balanced just enough to keep from crushing me. Our limbs untangle and he buries his face in my neck to rest, panting hotly against the skin.

He hoists himself up enough to look at me, a dreamy look on his face.

"Hi," he breathes.

"Hi," I breathe back. And then his freezes and his expression turns to horror. He scrambles off me and to his feet eyes raking over my body and hands fluttering around me. What the fuck…?

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! Are you- Are you okay?!" he frets. "I'm sorry! I… I wasn't fully awake at first… and it just felt so good… and I wasn't thinking… and…"

It hits me and my eyes widen, head snapping to look down at my body.

Only to see that I barely had a couple bruises. I blinked rapidly, blushing a little at the… um… mess we made between my legs, and poked at the bandage on my hip and the one on my ribs, feeling around my body tentatively, Laxus still babbling in the background. It… didn't hurt much at all. I pulled off the bandage and used the sheet to wipe away the salve and paused at the sight of only a light yellow bruise. I repeat the process with the other bandage only to see the same results, and I notice Laxus had stopped his uncharacteristic word vomit of apologies.

"I'm… Uh, I'm okay…" I mutter in confusion, reaching up to touch my lip to find only a tiny raised scar left behind. I look at him, not knowing what to do or think, and find him in the same predicament.

"What the fuck…" he mutters under his breath, bending down to check me over himself. He blinks and his mouth presses in a straight line, brow furrowing as he seems to think deeply about something, his eyes also locked on my neck scar.

Before either of us could think much more of it, we heard Warren's voice in our head like a loudspeaker.

"Attention guildmates! Has anyone seen Laxus?"

We were both silent for awhile as every guild member in range responded in the negative, ending on Cana saying she saw his lightning touch down by his house last night.

"Laxus? Are you here?" Warren follows up. Laxus groans in defeat and touches his temple.

"Yeah. I'm in town," he begrudgingly replies. Suddenly Freed's voice bursts into their brains making them both flinch.

"LAXUS SAMA! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" he yells.

"Take me off speaker mode, will ya, Warren?" he grunts in annoyance. The strange, quiet white noise that accompanies one of Warrens telepathy calls fades from my brain.

"Yeah. I'm here." Laxus says, his voice only in my room and not in my head. "Yeah, I know. I know. For fuck sake's Freed I know!" he growls hotly. "Right now? Uh…" he trails off and his eyes dart to me for a moment. "Don't worry about it. Look, I'll meet you guys back at my house in a bit okay?" he concedes with a sigh. He cringes. "Okay, fine. Fifteen minutes. Yes, I promise. Okay. Now shut the hell up. Warren, close the call, will ya?" he groans, rubbing his temples. He sighs again.

"I guess I have to go," he mutters. He looks at me apologetically and I narrow my eyes at him, my logic and sense returning now that my body has healed and my mind isn't clouded.

"That would be for the best," I say flatly. I rise to my feet and wince at the feeling of our combined cum dripping down my legs. If I wasn't so annoyed I might find it hot. But right now, it just felt gross. I could feel my walls come back up around my heart and the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest sizzled out. I hear him groan behind me and I look at him to see his gaze locked on my legs, his mouth hanging open a bit. His dick twitches and starts to rise.

"Stop. You need to leave." I command. "And I need to shower. And don't you fucking dare follow me this time," I add on threateningly as I see his smirk start to bloom at the word 'shower'. His face sobers up. And I walk as confidently as I can towards my bathroom, sidestepping his discarded shirt. I stop at the door and look at him over my shoulder. His whole body looked dejected. "And… uh… Thanks. For the night," I allow. "It was… nice."

He perked up and I felt that icy spear of betrayal in my chest again. Why does this bastard have to be so… so… Ugh! I lock the door behind me, just in case, and quickly turn on the shower. When I heard the front door finally close a few minutes later, I breathed a sigh of relief, though it did nothing to soothe the slight ache in my chest.

When Porlyusica came by later in the day to check up on me, her confusion and surprise at my recovery solidified the worry that something was wrong. I should NOT be healed already, and I have no clue how it happened.

It has to do with him.

The voice of logic in my head was quiet, but I shook it out of my thoughts. I already decided - I was NOT going to let that asshole affect my life any more than he already has. And that includes thinking about him.

After the grumpy old healer had decided I checked out, beyond all reason, she left, but not before issuing a stern warning to rest for at least a couple more days.

"I don't care how supposedly healed you are. Your injuries were extensive and we need to make absolute certain you've healed before risking any more harm. SInce you and that team of yours seem to revel in jumping head first into it."

I blushed a little and closed the door behind her. Fair enough, I suppose.

Laxus POV

Whatever the hell is going on with me and Blondie, it seems to have only gotten worse. I constantly find myself drawn to her, no matter how much I try not to. The other morning felt too real, too raw… too… intimate. And those feelings… Ugh.

And then when she dismissed me…. Fuck did that hurt. How dare she. How dare she make me feel these things. Making me feel like a goddamn kicked puppy, that can't seem to stay away and will desperately eat up any and every little tiny kernel of affection she tosses my way. And wasn't I going over there just to talk to her? To, like, apologize? I never even got that far, just fuckin… pounced on her like a damn horny animal. God how can she have such complete control over me?! This is ridiculous.

"Tch," I sneer out loud in disgust at myself. Bickslow nudges me in the side.

"Uh, hey boss, you good there? Find any good jobs?" he prodded hesitantly. I blinked rapidly for a moment, coming back to my senses. Oh, right. Picking a job. I quickly give the sad, makeshift board a once-over before shrugging and walking away.

"You pick. They all look like trash to me, but I could use the exercise." I grouse over my shoulder. Stomping to the bar and demanding a beer from Mira, who, bless her heart, immediately delivers. I turn around and chug about half, slamming the tankard back down on the bar top, that small amount of alcohol doing nothing to help my sour mood. My eyes zero in on Blondie's face, eye twitching when I see that little pink shitstain with his arm slung around her shoulders and poking her in the cheek while she grumpily ignores him.

Mine. Mine. MiNEmiNeMInEmInE.

The rage bubbles up and I desperately look somewhere else, anywhere else, and land on Jet and Droy practically bending over backwards trying to get Levy's attention while she pored over a book. There, that's a good target for my anger.

"Oi!" I call out. "Have some fucking respect for yourselves, ya fuckin' troglodytes." I snapped, zapping the floor near them with a small bolt of lightning, making them both stagger backwards. Levy doesn't even flinch - fuckin' hell. That nerd is going to get herself killed. And these assholes are the ones she trusts to have her back? "The fuck are you two even doing, huh? Shouldn't you try and get stronger? For all your big talk about protecting Levy you sure as shit dropped the ball. You got your ass handed to ya by one guy," I bark. Their faces twist in shame and outrage and I smirk in gleeful pleasure. "Not like Levy can protect herself. And yet she's trusting you two weaklings? Fucking embarrassing. No fuckin' wonder those phantom shitheads chose you guys to attack."

The construction yard-turned-temporary-guild-hall had mostly gone silent by now, and even Levy had looked up from her book, watching me warily with an expression of offense and intrigue. "Tch," I scoffed again, chugging down the rest of my beer. Gray stood up from where he was lounging nearby - in his damn underwear of course.

"Hey! What the hell, Laxus? What's wrong with you?" he yelled protectively. Seeing him in his fucking boxers so close to Lucy had my blood boiling again and I glared at him.

"Shut the hell up stripper. No one asked you."

Natsu stood up now. "Laxus, man. You wanna fight?" He growled at me. Fucking growled. Next to her. Near her. She's over there. By him. Not me. By that weak son of a bitch. I laugh cruelly.

"Ha! Good one. You couldn't fuckin' scratch me, ya little shit," I laughed. I watched as Lucy grabbed Natsu's arm to hold him back, and my vision went red, a growl rumbling in my chest. "And YOU," I roar at her, anger suddenly focusing in on her. You did this to me.

"You're why those assholes even thought of picking a fight with us in the first place!" I roared, venom in my voice. Her eyes went wide, and my chest hurt a little. This is your fault. You're the reason I feel this way. You've made me weak. "Just because the weak little princess wanted to play guild mage. Well I got news for you, sweetheart. You're sure as hell not worth all that trouble." My voice burned with anger and venom. I watched as her face dropped, her eyes showing hurt before turning guarded and angry. Yes, be angry at me. That's an emotion I can handle.

"LAXUS!" Erza bellowed, storming up to me. "That's enough!"

The fuming red-head only served to irk me more. "Fuck off, Red. We all know I'll be the one to run this guild soon, and I'll make damn sure we're back on top. There won't be any place for weaklings in my guild-"

CRUNCH!

My head snapped to the side as the redhead's armored fist landed a good punch to my cheek while I was distracted. My own hand came up to grip her wrist tightly and hold it in place, turning back to glare at her, my magic sparking up dangerously. I feel her own power pulsing up as well, and with an annoyed grunt I note that she had requipped into her Lightning Empress armor. Bitch.

"There won't be any place for weaklings, nor those against me. Be ready for that, Titania," I growled lowly, sneering her title. I shoved her back. "Hear that? You're on borrowed time now, you fuckin' extras. Either get stronger or get out while you can," I announce, smirking. Only the strong can be here. Only the strong can protect her. But I will prove to her I'm the strongest of all of them. They're all worthless.

I barked a laugh and summoned my lightning to teleport me away, most likely leaving a scorch mark on the ground.

Lucy POV

His words cut deeper than I thought they would, and I realized I had started to feel hope towards him again. I grit my teeth and shook my head, glaring at the scorch marks on the floor. Natsu made to say something but I raised my hand to silence him, turning towards him with a forced smile.

"He's a fucking jerk, and his opinion is shit. Let's find a job, eh?" I say lightly, steering us towards the board. Natsu immediately shifted emotions, being fully distracted by the prospect of a new mission. As we made our way to the request board, I noticed both Erza and Gray eye me warily for a moment. I turned to flash a broad, convincing smile they're way, and the look on their faces relented for the most part, and they joined us at the board.

Not gonna lie, Laxus' current explosive lashing out/kind of childish and unraveling mental state is low-key emulating Bakugou from My Hero Academia lmao.

Which is an absolutely top-notch show, btw. It actually does deserve the praise it gets. Check it out if you haven't - the dub is even simulcast.