A/N….I am SO glad everyone seems to be enjoying this! I'll keep going with it as long as it's fun for everyone because I'll admit...this is just fun to write especially with the great feedback. I am listening, and with the guys versus the girls here you all know, especially since Laxus has a lot on the line he's going to be messing with things...so is Cana…...DESNA
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Lucy was in her glory, seduction of a willing man who wanted to be seduced was something she'd never done before, and when they sank into the waters of the bathhouse in the open section, and found they were the only ones there, Emzadi leaned over to Lucy as she came into the water beside her "I heard the bet you girls made, the guys made one too, you play your cards right honey and both Farron and Zen will be warming your bed tonight...my brothers share...they are Boscan after all…" She whispered with a smirk.
Lucys eyes had flown wide "I...uh…" She must have looked lost because the taller blonde grinned at her, looking up to check and see if her brothers were in the room yet.
"Zen will be easier to bring in, he has a serious thing for celestial magic users, start with Farron, he loved books and has been studying Fioran culture." Emzadi said then smiled, nodding behind her and Lucy turned, her breath hitching as Farron and Zen came into the chamber. They weren't built exactly the same, Zen showed his years as a Gladiator, from the tell tale scars to the heavier muscle all over, bulging pectorals, thick biceps, meaty thighs, he was hard muscle and deeply tanned skin. They both bore the same clan tattoos, black eagles over the right pectoral, abs and the front of their right hips with runes and magic symbols filling in the space in between.
Typical Boscans, both men dropped their robes on the bench by the water and stepped stark naked into the waters, Zen reaching up to work the tie from his thick hair as he waded toward where they were. Even Evergreen sucked in a breath at the sight, and she was gleefully enjoying Elfman as a fiance.
Farron wasn't as heavily muscled as Zen, a little paler skin tone too, but there was nothing soft about the Ambassadors body and he had enough tone and definition to make any womans mouth go dry.
Zen though...Cana might have even felt faint looking over him so Lucy was almost relieved her recommended start point was with the Ambassador and his smiling pale blue eyes.
Fortunately, a simple beginning chatting about the royal court and who was a snake in courtiers clothing seemed to lead to flirting and less than 15 minutes after they had all gotten into the water, Farron had leaned in and kissed Lucy and Lucy had wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, pressing her naked body right into his because dear Gods he was stunning, tasted like cinnamon cookies and as his lips slanted against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, she learned his tongue was good for more than just diplomacy.
"Lucy is, I think...interested in you both Zen...Farron make sure she has all the pleasure she wishes hmm? She is my friend." Emzadi said. Farron pulled back his pale blue eyes searching Lucys.
"Is that right? You want us both?" He asked softly and Lucy nodded hazily, Farrons kisses had completely intoxicated her.
He smiled, looking past her then and leaned in to kiss along her neck as a firm hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back so another warm set of lips could catch hers. Zens lips were firmer, more demanding and forceful than Farrons but felt every bit as divine.
This was more than she had planned, she'd never, not even...well...ok maybe in her wildest dreams she had in fact imagined herself doing something like this…
"Mmm, they've steam rooms we can adjourn to.." Farron mumbled against Lucys shoulder. Zen relented, pulling away and smiling when Lucy whimpered at the lost contact but Farrons lips closed over hers before she could form a frown on her pretty face. Between the two tall Boscans they carried the writhing blonde from the bath, both men exchanging smiles and a few gasps when Lucy would grab at them, now that she had them, bets and reservations had really started to fade to the background. Emzadi waved at them and exchanging a grin with Evergreen as they left the bath area, Farron pressing Lucy against a wall while Zen got them the key to a steam room where Lucy was finally set on her feet.
She didn't waste time, knew what she wanted and for once in her life, worries, fears, all of it be damned, she had two tall sexy willing Boscan men naked in a private room with her...she was going to have fun.
Turning she reached for Zen and he smiled, stepping right into her grasp, and cupping her face, tilting his head and leaning down so their lips could meet. Lucy meant this to be fun, a hot delicious romp with two gorgeous men, she'd never done anything so bold even when she'd been drunk getting dragged along by Cana. Her heart was racing as she felt Farron move behind her and soon she was drowning in the feel of two men caressing her, kissing her. Zen exchanged looks with Farron and Farrons magic activated so they could give each other direction while driving this beautiful blonde to the peaks of pleasure.
"I'll take her attention, you take her body." Zen said softly, unsure of why but he wanted Farron to just focus on the physical, he wanted the seduction, the mental side of this. Farron didn't object, drawing the womans hips back and tilting her upper body into Zen while his fingers spread her, teased her until she was moaning into Zens mouth wantonly, hands buried in his hair, one of his behind her neck, the other teasing a large heavy breast.
Zen laid back, pulling Lucy partially over him while Farron held her hips up and slid his hard length into her welcoming heat, squeezing his eyes shut as he did.
"Fuck...she's tight…" He groaned and Zen ignored him, lost in the woman herself who was loving being on top of him, was aggressively lancing her tongue along his, one of her hands stroking his length while the other was running up his side, tracing the curves and edges of the hardened muscle with her fingers.
"Beautiful...you taste...like...strawberries…" He purred between kisses and Lucy hummed, gasping as Farron drove deep into her. She tasted like strawberries? He tasted like a spiced almond cream, smelled like a sunny summers wind, and the feel of him…
The man driving into her center, filling her deeply with his cock, teasing her sex into a frenzy was good, felt amazing, but the man she was kissing was who was really getting her going, igniting a fire everywhere in her, not just in her sex. She was essentially making out with the one with the gold streaked hair while she was being fucked by the blonde and her senses were spiraling out of control because of it.
The man fucking her knew what he was doing, it felt oh so good and she felt the coil, the tension, the heat all building at a rapid pace because of him, but the man beneath her, Gods could he kiss, and he felt...perfect, the taste, the scent, the heat of his skin, how her soft body fit against his hard muscle, as her fingers played over his erection she measured his body, and, while she was loving what his brother was doing, she was feeling a growing eagerness to have this man inside of her, have this man gripping her body tightly into his. It was the one kissing her, teasing, her, each time they pulled back to gasp in air his deep purple eyes were locked with hers, holding her riveted so her whole world was centered on him and it felt so deeply right it shook her to the deepest parts of her.
Something in her just sang in flawless attunement with the man, she couldn't explain it at all but she...wanted him...deeply...for so much more than what they were doing right then too.
In a rush her mind just filled with delicious images of them making love, and more than just sex, him hugging her, kissing her, walking alongside her, smiling at her, the two of them sitting in the guild together.
Cooking a meal together, teasing each other and playing, dancing together, the images changed to her in a long white dress, sliding a ring onto his finger...to her with a swollen belly cooking something, him behind her with his arms around her, hands caressing her belly and she knew it was his child she was pregnant with and she was so happy about it, felt so loved, so incredibly happy.
It all flooded into her so hard she felt feedback from her spirits, her keys were strapped to her bare thigh and all of them were warming something was happening and she had no idea what it was but the more she kissed this man, the longer she was in contact so intimately with him, the stronger it got.
She came then, head snapping up from where she had been just devouring the amethyst eyed brother, his brother behind her growling out his own completion deep inside her as her body worked his throbbing length. "Farron...let me…" Zen breathed and his brother nodded, backing away, laying back on the bench across from them to catch his breath and Zen never took his eyes off the golden brown eyes above him.
Something was happening, he felt it, he'd always been so drawn to celestial mages, and he could sense the keys on her thigh, knew each one and what spirit they were linked to instinctively. He was an Archangel mage, a guardian of the heavens and light, protector of the celestials and so Celestial mages drew him like nothing else did. They were so rare, though his magic was lost, he was the first Archangel mage born in more than 800 years and very little was known of his magic, he was scheduled to Attend the Academe Celestine in Bosco in the fall, the school had been eager to have him too, they hadn't seen his kind in centuries the headmaster had said, so his fathers request to send him once he had stabilized and gotten comfortable with his magic after years as a slave in Pergrande had been eagerly accepted by the school.
The headmaster had even chastised Arman for not coming to them sooner, insisting they could have helped Zen the moment he was back home.
He hoped to learn all he could there, about his magic, how to fully realize his potential, and, why Celestial Mages were so completely irresistible to him.
He felt things, a connection to this woman and all he knew about her was her name, that she was a celestial mage, and had been eagerly willing to take on him and Farron.
"Zen…" She whispered, eyes actually bright with powerful emotion and he understood, wondering if she felt all he did because damn...he hadn't even been the one inside her and just watching her reach that peak had rocked his world.
"Lucy…" He breathed back and greedily pulled her down to kiss her again.
Farron lay watching, catching his breath, his younger brother had always had a thing for celestial mages, they were rare but White Sea had two of them and the young man, who was more than a little bit of a whore, had taken advantage of Zens fascination with him.
Zen had a hefty aversion to sex with men, something he'd struggled with in his Sudehpah training after returning from Pergrande but something about Hestor had brought down those issues. Hestor was on Kalebs team, was around alot, and had helped Zen with a lot of his studies, been there for his rescue and then one evening, during a party at the guild, they had just started touching each other and Hestor had bedded him, gotten him alone in a booth off the guilds large bath house and Zen just hadn't been able or even willing to try to resist Hestors advances, agreeing to what ended up being a whole night of wild sex with Hestor.
Very against Zens usual preferences and nature. So his brothers had sort of rallied around him, but Zen...refused to blame Hestor for it all, something had just happened, like a switch had been thrown and both had suddenly just desperately been all over each other. Hestor had apologized profusely but the mage never approached Zen again and was very respectful toward him when they crossed paths.
So his request to be the one under the blondes focus while Farron took her body fit, and now, him asking Farron to back off and let him have her to himself also fit in. Farron saw their expressions too. Unlike with Hestor though, Lucy wasn't looking at Zen with dazed eyes dripping with desire and lust, the woman looked deeply moved, in awe of Zen almost more so than Zen was of her.
Lucy couldn't get enough, Gods and Mavis, sweet stars above what was happening to her? She shifted, sliding fully on top of Zen and he rolled her to her back, settling on top of her, not breaking their kiss, holding her face in his hands, drinking her in like his life depended on it, he felt like it almost did.
Farrons eyes flew wide as there was a flash of glittering gold magic and a ginger haired man stood in a fine suit, staring wide eyed at Lucy and Zen stretched out on the bench.
"Princess…" He called and Farron started to stand but the man met his gaze and the way the mans skin faintly shimmered, the glow of him made Farron realize he wasn't human...he had to be a Celestial.
Lucy waved a hand as if shooing the man away and he rolled his eyes.
"Princess...I apologize, I know, believe me I KNOW how much you're enjoying yourself but we absolutely must talk...BEFORE you have sex with that man." He said firmly.
Lucys blush ran all the way over her shoulders as she broke from the kiss she'd been thoroughly enjoying and glared at her lion spirit.
"Loke...go AWAY." She said in a low dangerous tone that usually would have had him vanishing in an instant but not this time, this time he stepped forward and reached for her, just as he was about to grab her wrist though Zens hand shot from her waist and caught Lokes wrist, fierce glowing gold eyes locked with his.
"She doesn't wish it." Zen growled "You've not got permission from her to touch her, Leo the Lion." He added, not knowing why but he knew that was significant, just like he knew exactly who he was looking at.
Lokes eyes widened for a moment under that golden gaze then he drew a breath. Stepping back.
"Please Lucy, this has nothing to do with my usual behavior, it is important." Loke said carefully.
He used her name, if he hadn't, if he'd called her Princess again, she might have blown him off, force closed his gate and dove right back into the man in her arms, a man she deeply wanted too. Instead she pulled back and Zen released her, shifting so she could leave the bench, gain her feet with Lokes hand and turn, looking back at him longingly. Gods he was gorgeous too, laying on his side, stark naked, a feast for her hungry eyes.
"I'm here for a while...I'd like to see you again." He said and she smiled relieved this hadn't blown her chance with the man. If it had, she was already thinking she may never forgive Loke. But it hadn't, he was smiling, a sexy smile that made her body ache, made her want to shake off Lokes hand and jump back into his arms and finish what they had been starting.
"I'd really like that." She said and he nodded, eyes not leaving hers until she had to turn away to get out the door.
Zen lay back when the door closed, shoving both his hands into his hair and groaning in frustration.
"What...happened?" Farron asked, he knew something had occurred, something between Zen and Lucy but he had no idea what, he just sensed it was significant.
"I don't know...you know how I am with Celestial mages?" He asked and Farron nodded at him.
"You're like Cristoff when he's moondrunk." Farron smiled faintly, it was a damn good analogy in his opinion.
Zen scoffed "Not with all...but with her? Yeah...yeah that's pretty damn close I think...Gods Farron, I wanted to punch you in the face when you stood up at the guild to join us, and I've never had trouble handling women with anyone else, you, Kaleb, even Vander." He sighed shaking his head as he sat up.
"Something...happened...I need to see her again, I need to find out what this was...I can feel it's really important…" He said.
Farron drew a breath and reached over to pour water over the hot rocks filling the room quickly with soothing steam.
"Well, I think we should lay back and relax for now...maybe call in for a massage?" He offered and Zen smiled at him "Best big brother ever."
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Levy had watched Lucy leave with Evergreen and two of the brothers more than a little envious. Erza had then stood up and gone to get some cake and plan, leaving Levy by herself since Natsu had gone off to do Gods knew what and Gray had left to go train out in the practice fields.
She saw Vander emerge from somewhere, walking to where Laxus was at the bar and snapped her attention back to her books when the mans gaze swept her way. Who was she kidding? How was she going to win this with Lucy going off to a bath house with two of the brothers already and Erza plotting and scheming over a large hunk of cake when she couldn't even really handle making eye contact with one of them?!
She talked a big game, but when it came down to it...when the man actually started responding to her, she freaked out and shoved them away. She'd certainly done it with Gajeel, though that seemed insignificant considering he liked men as much as she did.
Gods so did Natsu, and Natsu had already expressed an interest in the youngest Pradesh. She had no idea why she was thinking about him, well, yes she did, Vander was friendly, open, fun, everyone liked him, he was easy to approach, she'd even seen Lucy flirt with the man with ease, even Mira did because Vander took everything so well. His older brothers...Kaleb was just so far out of her league it was silly, so was Farron, Zen was gorgeous but also made her insides quake and then Cristoff…
Levy would never admit how much she loved the Dragon Slayers, how they fascinated her. She had done a lot of research into them for Master Makarov to help him deal with the fact Fairy Tail hosted more of them than any other guild and she was just...enthralled by them.
Natsu, Gajeel, Laxus, all so hugely powerful, resilient. They lived for centuries because of their magic, bore second souls, Cobra who had survived so much, Wendy with more power as a child than most of the adult mages held. Sting and Rogue...then Boscos two, Cristoff and Emzadi.
Cristoff a Lunar Dragon Slayer, a healer of immense talent skill and power, first generation who had spent more time with his dragon than any of the other slayers, he'd been taken by her as a toddler and had her until he was 12, Nurem, the Lunar Dragon, guide of Elune and Selene, mate of Draco the Celestial Dragon.
Emzadi the Solar Dragon Slayer, second generation, bore the soul of the Dragon Queen Solaristrasza one of the 4 founding Queens of the Dragons of Earthland. Tall, gorgeous with honey blonde hair that fell in shimmering waves to her waist, an hourglass figure and a bold confidence from her Boscan upbringing, she was a double s century class mage who was said to have boiled seas and melted mountains with her magic.
They were night and day, brother and sister. Cristoff with his cool invigorating magic, long glossy thick black hair that hung to about mid shoulder length, tanned skin and very well muscled build, he was a beast of a man on par with Laxus and Gajeel.
It was strange but Levy, being short and slender and, while she hated it she knew it was true, physically weak, was just fantastically drawn to the big powerfully built men, she loved muscle, loved broad shoulders and thickly developed pecs, and Gods Bickslow and his brothers had them, especially Cristoff, who strained the fabric of the navy blue slacks and shirt he was wearing in all the best ways.
Of all the brothers, she would dream about him the most, she knew it, and would be the most intimidated by him because she was attracted to him more than the others. Gods...if he could be the one she got her points with...spend the week just wrapped in those arms, kissing that mouth, running her fingers through his long black hair...she'd leaned her cheek on her hand and was watching the Lunar slayer talking with Freed and Bickslow, and had let herself start drifting, imagining herself as one of the heroines in her books and Cristoff one of the heroes, charging in to fight for her, brave and bold, stricken by her beauty, captivated by her intelligence. Sweeping her into his arms and laying her on the soft grass under a sprawling tree to make love to her.
The heroine her was just about done removing her heroes shirt when midnight blue eyes suddenly met hers. One moment he was chuckling at something Bickslow said, the next he'd turned his head and their eyes met. Shocked and utterly embarrassed at being caught staring Levy jerked her head from her hand and started closing her books. That was it, she'd worry about this bet after she finished this translation job, she couldn't hope to think here, she'd just have to go to her little apartment in Fairy hills, prop herself on her uncomfortable couch and try to get it done there.
She was about to stand up, just about had everything stuffed into her bag when she looked and her eyes found a black boot resting on the bench beside her, following it up her eyes slid over black leather stretched snug over a hard muscled thigh, firm ass and then reached a tan bare arm bearing the guild symbol of White Sea on the shoulder just above a leather strap holding two ornate slender scabbards that held daggers with silver hilts and the tattoo of a long draconic looking flying serpent wrapped around his bicep.
She traveled a muscular torso hugged by more black leather open down to his navel baring an nice expanse of tanned skin, defined muscles and Tattoos peeking out from under the leather. Finally locking with amused eyes the color of a deep red wine partly looking at her through wavy locks of deepest black streaked with red.
"A script mage, working on ancient Mithren by the looks of it...can't read it well but I recognize the syntax." He said, giving her a sultry smile that made her breath stall in her lungs.
"Y...yes...Mithren...um…" Levy stammered, with each failed attempt at normal speech she wanted to kick herself, pick up one of her heavy books and smack her forehead with it, maybe if she rattled her brain enough it would create enough sparks to jumpstart back into fully functioning?
"Well, if you need a break, I'd love having someone who knows the city as company for dinner, my brothers have scattered to the winds and I'd like to try some Fioran foods…" He said lightly.
"You could offer to help her." A deep voice said from behind Vander and Levy tore her eyes from Vanders deep pools and froze, meeting dark blues that took her breath away and made her heart race.
"I'm not here for work, I'm here for fun." Vander said lightly grinning at his older brother.
Cristoff rolled his eyes and nodded toward the bag that was about bursting from the load of books jammed into it.
"Well, she's got work to do and you're interrupting her, ancient Mithren right? I can read it, there are a lot of the older better burn salves and such that have their recipes and incantations for activation written in that language, why don't you go find a mage who isn't working Van and I'll help this pretty lady actually get her work done so she can relax." Cristoff said, smiling at Levy after giving his younger brother a stern look.
Vander heaved a sigh "Fine, but little angel? When Cris here starts boring you, just call me, we'll have some fun." He said to Levy with a wink and slid off the table taking his tall sexy leather clad self across the room and flipping Bickslows purple plume over his face, dodging the mans blind swipe at him with a laugh.
Cristoff took Vanders spot, sitting on the table, his hip against Levys book bag.
"Is that alright? I don't mean to intrude it's just I noticed you started sort of frantically gathering your things when you saw Vander heading your way as if you wanted to avoid being disturbed. I really can read Mithren very well, I help with some translation jobs back in Bosco myself, we have a Tomic dragonslayer, Ariss, he does almost all of them and runs the Guilds library, he's helped me a lot with my reading of languages like this, so I'd be a good helper." He smiled at her and Levys knees went weak, she sat a little heavier than she meant to back on the bench because of it.
"I...yes...I'm...uh...I'm Levy McGarden by the way." She said in a partial squeak because she sat too hard. She blinked suddenly then, eyes widening and mind crashing into gear "Wait...a TOMIC Dragonslayer? As in...a book specialist? I've never heard of that...not ever...can you tell me about him?" She asked excitedly plucking a notebook out without even looking away from him.
He smiled again "Cristoff Pradesh, and yes, Tomic, his magic gains strength through reading and he can bring what he reads...to life in a way manifesting characters and creatures in books. He's quiet, lives in our guild library with his dragon." Cristoff said and Levy gaped at him a moment then started writing furiously "Tomic dragon...and a dragonslayer...I just, this is amazing I've studied dragons and I thought ALL of the existing dragonslayers…" She said and Cristoff shook his head.
"Sounds like you've missed some, who do you know of?" He asked and Levy listed off the Fairy Tail and Sabertooth slayers and Cristoff grinned shaking his head.
"You're missing several, we can talk about all of them though... alright Miss Levy, lets see what you've got here." He shifted, nudging the bag with his hip and Levy managed a shy smile at him, nobody had ever offered, other than Jet and Droy at least, to help her with this sort of work before and he was offering to teach her more about his kind? She was beside herself.
Cristoff opted for a seat next to her instead of across from her, his proximity was more than a little distracting as she set out all of her materials again, surprised when he pulled his own light pen out of his pocket once she'd showed him the key she was working from.
It didn't take long, the work was familiar and Levy was comfortable when books were involved in something she was doing. Cristoff hadn't exaggerated, he was fluent in Mithren and his writing was neat and graceful so she wouldn't have to re-write anything he did. They chatted about the Mithern language, the empire, and the elixir recipes they were translating for an alchemist in Crocus.
"Powdered Rut soaked Vulcan horn...Gods good luck to this alchemist gathering that!" Cristoff chuckled pointing to what he was translating and Levy giggled.
"You sure it's rut soaked? It reads...uh...um…" She blushed crimson when she realized just what the recipe called for. Cristoff smirked at her.
"The exact translation is a male vulcan horn that has been used in rutting, ie fucking a female Vulcan, so..rut soaked covers it without getting too descriptive." Cristoff said.
"Ye...yes...maybe...note that…" She said and he tapped his pen where he had done exactly that, Levy pressed her lips together.
"That works…" She said turning back to her own pages. She usually had trouble being around the powerful attractive men in Fairy Tail, Laxus usually left her voiceless at times and Bickslow, Gajeel and a couple of others had always sort of intimidated her with their strong personalities and pressences. Cristoff was all of those things, wrapped up into what Levy knew was, physically, her ideal man. She loved them big, strong and adored the long black hair and fierceness that lurked inside Dragon Slayers.
Cristoff had it all, and, unlike Gajeel, who had always attracted her until he'd claimed Cobra and been claimed by Cobra, Cristoff was personable, easy to talk to and quick to smile. She found the total package more attractive than anything she'd ever encountered.
With Cristoffs help, the job was finished in a couple of hours, and the work was actually as fun as it was interesting with the two of them snickering about some of the ingredients the Alchemist who had requested the translations was going to be challenged to gather.
"If you see another job request from him pop up you'll know better than to accept anything of his that says "Simple ingredient gathering", Gods I've been dragged into those nightmares a few times." Cristoff chuckled and Levy laughed.
"So have I! Jet and Droy and I once took one like that and ended up almost getting us killed repeatedly trying to gather "butterfly dust" which sounded so easy until we found out the butterflies were these massive things related to Wyverns and the dust was scraping this wax stuff off a live ones scales!" She laughed, it hadn't been funny at the time but now it was.
She grinned at him and forcing herself to keep a light tone and not to stammer met his dark eyes.
"Since you helped me finish this, how about you let me buy you dinner?" She offered. Oh My God I'm asking out the most handsome, sexy man I've ever met...what if he says no? Gods I'll die...what if he says YES? Gods...I'll die…..Levys mind always overthought everything, always raced, stress was like a hobby for her really.
"You don't need to do that, I enjoyed helping you, but...if it means I get more time with you tonight? We can talk about the dragonslayers. Then yes." He replied and Levys mind blanked in surprise for a few moments, she just blinked at him wide eyed before finally she kick started herself.
Get it together Levy! Tall Dark and Sexy is looking at you waiting for you to say something!
"Great! I know a place near here that serves up some really good Boscan food, wanna go?" She offered, unsure if offering a Boscan Boscan food was a great idea or not but she really did love the place.
He smirked "I'd love to see how it compares, I know the bath house run by a Boscan here in Magnolia operates like both a Boscan one and allows for a separated area for each of the sexes to handle Fioran modesty with those who lack the comfort in themselves to be in the central one. I'm wondering if Fioran influence might had tempered how much Boscans love their spices…" He replied and Levy smiled, she happened to love spicy food and found the Boscan place to be the best in town for it.
She packed up her bag and was about to heft it over her shoulder but Cristoff plucked it from her hands like it weighed nothing and shouldered it standing and offering her a hand which she, blushing, took. Mavis help her, the feel of his hand in hers sent a jolt up her arm that about had her seeing stars.
They walked across Magnolia as the sun was setting and Levy noted, not entirely happily, that Cristoff drew a lot of female attention, one woman ran right into a light post and almost fell into the canal while she was staring at the raven haired Dragon Slayer. Gajeel sometimes drew stares, but they were usually a mixture of fear and women who really liked his wicked bad boy look.
Cristoff just drew rapt lust filled looks that he seemed oblivious to, asking her about how long she'd been with Fairy Tail and why she had chosen script magic as her foundation, if she was going to try for s-class and other easy things she had no trouble answering without tripping or stammering.
The Boscan bistro, called Slice of the Sea was busy, it was popular and when they can in the head waiter who had proudly shown her the top of his clan tattoos as proof he was Boscan took one look at Cristoff and grinned.
"You're Boscan, clanborn, what clan was your soul?" The man asked in Boscan and Cristoff smiled, pulling his shirt, which had the top several buttons undone already aside to expose a wolf over an impressive pectoral. Levy had this delicious image in her head of running her tongue over that wolf and flushed, ripping her eyes from the bared skin.
"Luprene, you're Solbress, their isle passes White Sea twice a year I've met the leader and worked for her a few times." Cristoff replied, his Boscan was...like silk, deep baritone voice lilting it in the sweet way only a native did.
The waiter grinned and showed them to a table "I am pleased our Levy is with you, I see she loves more of Bosco than just our food, fine choice Miss Levy, the Luprene clan were powerful, it was a travesty what Clan Argrede did to them." The man said firmly touching the elegant fish tattoo over his right breast in a sign of respect.
Cristoff did the same smiling "Solbress and White Sea saw them undone, I did not fight in that, I was still too young for such things, but I serve the guild and was proud to join under the Master who did join Solbress in bringing the Argrede down for their crimes." He said.
The waiter grinned and beamed at Levy "He is a fine choice Miss Levy, Luprene are always honorable and lusty lovers too. Miss Levy comes to us every week, I recommend our Handaa as an appetizer and we have a spiced Silvress wine...X702…" He said hovering looking at Cristoff but it was Levy who spoke.
"The Dulcere X690 is better and the Handaa would be lovely thanks Dehn." She smiled at the man who smiled back, nudging Cristoff "Take care brother, this one is very sharp, knows what she wants, she'll make you work for every nore of pleasure." He chuckled and handed them menus, leaving to get their drinks and appetizer.
Cristoff tilted his head, a lifted brow and impressed smile on his face that made her feel like a million jewel. "Dulcere is usually too spiced for most foreigners, the cinnamon in it bothers them." He observed.
"I love spicy things." Levy replied and his look made her blush again.
It was an amazing meal, the chef hearing there was a Boscan from a slain clan to serve outdid himself and after two bottles of wine and some delicious mulled Brandy Cristoff picked out to go with desert, Levy was feeling her absolute best.
"Are you promised Cristoff?" She asked as they were leaving the bistro. The big Boscan narrowed his eyes, looking at her with a decided measuring expression.
"I'm not." He replied and Levy grinned up at him, trailing a hand boldly right over the exposed skin on his chest, thrilling at how warm and smooth it was, loving how his eyes seemed to flash when she touched his skin.
"Would you share yourself with me?" She asked, blessing spiced wine and Brandy for her courage. Take THAT Lucy and Erza!
His smile was so sultry her only thought was My panties are ruined….
"I will. My hotel is right over there." He nodded toward the recently completed Hotel standing 5 stories high on the next block and Levy, feeling herself teetering between the very real lusty attraction she had to this man and a full on heart attack over her boldness and how crazy this was, tossed caution to the wind, kicked her doubts aside and wound her hand around a wonderfully thick bicep.
"Then let's get over there." She said eagerly and tried not to stumble or faint as they headed for his hotel.