Can I just say a huge SORRY! This chapter was a huge pain from start to finish... Anyway, we got there in the end! Even included a little bit of smutty goodness for your patience!

"Oof! What's gotten into you Bluebell?" Bickslow gasped out in between heated kisses, doing his best to steady himself as Levy was grabbing at his garments, using them to climb his body, her legs wrapping around his hips. "Not that I'm - ah! Complaining. Def-definitely not com-mmm-plaining. Just - oh God's, Lev' - just asking" her hands were under his shirt, nails raking against his skin in just the right way to have him hissing, her lips attached to his neck, nipping and sucking her mark into his flesh.

"Full moon." Vander's cheeky voice came from over Levy's shoulder, standing in the kitchen doorway casually tossing popcorn into his mouth like he wasn't watching his new favourite bluenette trying to climb his older brother like a tree. "And Cristoff is literally right there."

"Then how come you - fuck - aren't out of your mind with - Jesus, woman! - desire like everyone else?"

"Never said I wasn't. Hell, I'd love a handful of that" he getured to the scene in front of him, keeping up the air of nonchalance. "Just been around it more, had some practice. You good?"

"Hey Vander?" Levy wrenched her lips away from Bickslow's neck long enough to catch his attention, flipping him off when she caught his red wine eyes.

"Loud and clear, Blue." He saluted with laugh, pushing off the doorframe and stalking away with his hand deep inside the popcorn bag.

"Finally. Bedroom, now" Levy whispered against Bickslow's skin, laughter bubbling out of her when she felt her world spinning as they moved, the sound of the door closing behind them as she was dropped on the bed, bouncing slightly. The second her back collided with the mattress, her hands were everywhere, pulling and tugging at their clothes, almost desperate in her need to feel Bickslow's skin against hers again. The room was quiet, save for the rustle of fabric, the popping of stubborn buttons that no one had the patience for, and the ripping on stitched as seams were stretched to their limits. No sooner than they were bare to each other, Bickslow was easing his way between her drenched folds and sliding home, seating his member deep inside her blazing heat.

"Holy..." Levy moaned.

"Fuck." Bickslow finished the thought with a hiss, drawing a shuddering breath as beneath him, Levy rolled her hips against his, her walls clenching rhythmically around him in time with her movements drawing a moan from deep within his chest.

"More, Bicks. Please" Levy was whining, just a little, but she was already riding the edge of her first orgasm, and they hadn't really started yet. 'Damn Cristoff and his stupid moon lust', she thought to herself, before Bickslow angled his hips just right and she lost the ability to think as the first orgasm of the night barrelled through her.

"Already, amica?" Bickslow teased with a smile when her eyelids fluttered open a short time later.

"Shut up and kiss me" Levy laughed breathlessly, hands tugging on the back of his head to lower his lips against hers.

He was powerless against her at the best of times, but now? Unburdened by the risk of imminent doom and drowning in moon lust, Bickslow didn't have any fight in him, absolutely no desire to do anything other than what Levy wanted. If it was a kiss she wanted, then that's what she was going to get. He managed to roll them over and reposition them so she was sitting on his lap, his back against the headboard, all without slipping from within her. Happy she was settled securely on his lap, Bickslow tipped her chin with his fingers and set to kissing her senseless.

It was about the time Levy remembered that she needed to breathe occasionally that she found her hips were moving, seemingly of their own accord. Between Bickslow's tongue sliding against her own, his fingertips dancing across the skin of her lower back, and the feel of him buried deep inside her, Levy couldn't concentrate to maintain the steady rhythm she needed to reach her bliss. Bickslow seemed to understand, even without her saying anything or linking with him fully, his hands coming to rest on her hips, helping guide her movements and steady her when her entire body began to quake, a second climax tearing its way through her body making her scream, her walls clamping tight and pulling Bickslow headlong into bliss with her.

Down the hall, Vander could only laugh at the sad expression from his older brother as he kept Cristoff contained within the house, as per their fathers plea to "please don't let him wreck the entire town during a full moon".

"Sorry Cris, dad's orders. Popcorn?"

"Hey, Cristoff? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure you can, soror. What's troubling you?" Cristoff turned gentle blue eyes onto the small woman sat on the armchair across from him. The full moon had come and gone, and he could still feel the added boost to his power, the extra magic itching in his fingers where it sat idly. And while he might not be drowning in lust any longer, he could still appreciate the beauty of the tiny, nervous bluenette, who was rapidly becoming one of his favourite people.

"Your magic... You focused it into healing, right?" Levy kept her gaze down on her hands, fingers toying with the hem of her shirt where it grazed her thighs.

"That's right. I did my time with the knights, and like all dragon Slayers I enjoy a spot of destruction. But I much prefer to work as a healer, so that's what I channelled my energies into. But you already knew that, Levy." Cristoff shifted, reaching across the gap between them to still her hands, his own large ones dwarfing her petite fingers.

"I, ah... This is really awkward for me".

"Just close your eyes and tell me, if that's easier? We are family now, there will be nothing but love and support, whatever you tell me." He smiled gently, magic already reaching out, subtly assessing the anxious woman, taking stock of every injury - even those already healed - and Cristoff had to fight to keep his face neutral at what he could sense, knowing how she would have come by those wounds.

Levy took a deep breath, blowing her hair out of her eyes with the exhale, before dropping her chin, eyes downcast once more, as she opened her mouth, the words pouring out of her in a jumbled, rushed sentence

"Well, the short version is that my ex boyfriend was cursed and that made him do some kind of awful things to me, and Wendy fixed me as best she could, but she never really had a teacher so she just works of instinct which usually is enough but sometimes I still just ache and also there's some things that I can't do with Bickslow that I know he wants, and I don't want to disappoint him, even though he says it doesn't matter, and we haven't even talked about children or anything like that, but I'm not even sure I could?" She finished with a gasp, having barely paused for a breathe the entire time she was speaking.

"Oh, Levy. How strong you have been" Cristoff sighed, pulling her to sit beside him on the couch. "I can fix it, if you like? All of it".

Shaking her head, Levy leant back to smile up at the lunar slayer. "No, I don't care about the scars. They're a reminder of what I've survived. I just, I'm sick of being sore all the time. And your brother isn't even rough!" The both laughed at that.

"I really can see why he fell for you. Here, lay back. This won't hurt, I promise, but sometimes my magic can make you feel a bit, well, funny." Cristoff winked as his hands began to glow, hovering over her torso.

"Oh" Levy giggled at the chilled sensation of his magic washing through her, leaving her tingling whenever he moved on. "It does feel a bit odd."

"Someone once said it feels like toothpaste, which I think was an insult. Could you drop your knee? It's easier if I can work directly over the area" he explained at the sight of her scarlet blush, smiling when she shifted, one leg hanging off the couch so his hands could ghost between her thighs, careful not to hover any closer than absolutely necessary.

For the most part, Cristoff loved being a dragon slayer, genuinely loved everything about it. But right then? He was wishing he could turn his nose off. He knew it was involuntary, it happened to just about everyone he healed, even his own siblings, but for Levy's sake, he really wished he wasn't having to smell the overwhelmingly sweet vanilla and cinnamon of her arousal.

"Sorry" she mumbled, turning her face away with a blush dusted across her cheek.

"Don't even worry about it. All done" Cristoff moved away, giving the bluenette a buffer of space as she sat up tentatively.

"I don't feel any different?" She stood, bending and twisting, trying to assess her improved physicality.

"You shouldn't. Wendy did a remarkable job, all things considered."

"And, uhmm..." Levy chewed her lip nervously, trying to work out the best way to phrase her next question.

"I took the liberty of removing those particular scars, Levy. You should be free to enjoy my brother any way you see fit now. And to give me lots of nieces and nephews to spoil."

With a squeal of thanks, Levy threw herself at the man who was, for all intents and purposes, her brother in law, wrapping her arms around him tightly and pressing kisses to his cheek.

"Damn Cris, stealing my girl?" Bickslow laughed from the entry, dropping his bags to catch the blur that was Levy when she bounded across the room and into his arms, her smile infectious.

Good Lord, what a nightmare this was. I think I'm passed my little bout of writers block - hopefully - so I'll be back to more frequent updates for you all.

Dragonfly - sometimes I think you've got a direct line to my brain, because you have probably been thinking this for as long as I have.

And for everyone's really lovely feedback on the last chapter, just know I really really REALLY appreciate it. I kept going back and reading them whenever I needed some extra motivation. Which is why reviews are so important!