For the first time after a long time, Lucy had a different dream; she wasn't in Crocus watching her friends getting burned by the dragons and Natsu yelling at Laxus to make a break for it and take her to safety.

No, rather, she found herself entering the Fairy Tail's infirmary with the lightning dragon slayer. But wasn't the guildhall gone? She wasn't sure. Everything in her mind was muddled.

She and Laxus were now having a heated argument about the guildhall's basement. She was complaining about how dark it was in there and that she felt an eerie feeling about the large door that was magically locked for some reason.

She heard Laxus angrily told her that she needed to be locked up in the basement to prevent her from running away again while he was out looking for supplies.

"But Natsu could be out there! Why don't you just take me with you? Let's find him together," she insisted, grabbing the front of his shirt.

"I told you it isn't safe out there," Laxus said coldly, glaring at her. "Mavis, I've had it with you, woman!"

"I only ask that you—"

But Laxus had already grabbed the back of her head with his large hand and crashed his lips into hers, cutting her in mid-sentence.

"Laxus, what do you think you're doing?" she gasped, turning her face away.

"What do you think?" Laxus said, lifting her chin with his fingers roughly and gazing into her eyes. "This is what you want, isn't it? Isn't this why you're being difficult?"

"That's… that's just ridiculous!" she retorted, feeling confused herself.

"Admit it," Laxus pressed. "You're acting this way because you're attracted to me, and you're battling with your own feelings that you just couldn't get rid of."

Lucy scoffed. "Cocky, are we?"

"Then, why are you holding on to me like this?" Laxus challenged.

Lucy realized that her arms were around his waist. She quickly unwrapped them and stared helplessly at the dragon slayer, who was smirking at her embarrassment.

She wanted to push him away, but she realized that she didn't have the strength to do it. She could only watch him lower his head and recapture her lips with his. His lips were soft and warm, and it made her feel dizzy but in a good way.

As he started to thrust his tongue into her mouth, Lucy's welcomed it willingly, realizing that she wanted to play with it. She let him deepen the kiss and only turned her face away because she needed to catch her breath.

"You want me do you?" he growled. "Admit it."

Admit it.

Admit it.

Admit it.

Lucy finally woke up with a jolt, her whole body trembling. She was breathing hard, like she ran a marathon. Scanning the room, she saw Laxus sleeping soundly in his sleeping bag, his face looking so serene.

It was just a dream, she thought, trying to steady her breathing. She couldn't believe she actually dreamt herself being locked in a passionate make out session with that jerk and liking it.

Lucy placed a hand on her cheek; it was still warm. In fact, her whole body was warm even when the room was, in fact, cold. She hastily kicked off the blankets off her, and they fell on the ground.

Glaring at Laxus' sleeping form, she gritted her teeth. He had no right to be visiting her dreams after he pulled that stunt on her. She knew there was something between them, but the lightning dolt was just a coward to face it. Instead of acknowledging it, he decided to play games with her.

I'll get you back for this. You just wait.

After throwing him one last dirty look, Lucy finally shut her eyes and willed herself to fall asleep again.

Laxus sat up, rubbing his eyes and sighing heavily. He had expected to be woken up again by Lucy's sleep talking. For the umpteenth time, he would have to wake her up from a traumatic dream and comfort her until she falls asleep again.

Natsu, just how long are you going to haunt her in her dreams?

Laxus slowly got up and dragged his feet toward the bed where Lucy was sleeping. It was weird that she hadn't uttered Natsu's name yet, but she appeared to be in some sort of pain.

He noticed that her blankets were on the floor. He was about to pick them up, thinking that she was probably freezing without them, when he heard her whisper his name.

"Laxus..."

The dragon slayer froze. Did he hear her right? Did she just say his name?

"Laxus." There it was again.

Is she dreaming about me? Laxus wondered, sitting on the side of the bed. Frowning, he looked at her sleeping form closely and then saw, to his shock, that she was touching herself, her feet pushing against the foam of the bed as if she couldn't bear what she was feeling.

Oh, shit.

Lucy was definitely dreaming about him having sex with her, he realized. She wasn't moaning because she was in agony; she was making those sounds and calling out his name because she was experiencing pleasure.

What the...

Her moans were getting louder, and she was saying his name in such a sultry voice that Laxus quickly hardened. He jumped off the bed and took a step back, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. He could see her moving her fingers between her legs. Her other hand was kneading her soft breast underneath her shirt.

Laxus swallowed hard, real hard, when he saw her face; her expression was indescribable. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she was biting her lip. He had never seen that expression on her face before, and despite the dim room that was only illuminated by the moonlight from the window, he could tell that she was blushing violently.

Moments later, she let out one final whimper as if she just had an orgasm, and Laxus found himself breathing hard in ragged gulps. He didn't know what she would smell like after reaching the climax, but he definitely did not smelled a different scent. Curious, he waited.

Damn, his manhood was throbbing, and it fucking hurt. If only this was a different time, if only things weren't this screwed up, if only…

"So, did you like the show?"

Laxus blinked, her voice bringing him out of his reverie. "Ah?"

Lucy's eyes were now open, and she was giving him a smug smile. That was when Laxus learned what just happened.

Fuck. Was that all a game?

Anger and humiliation surged up inside him. He realized that the celestial wizard had successfully played him for a fool. He guessed that was her payback for what he did. But still. What the fuck!

"Sleep tight, Laxus." With that, Lucy grabbed the blankets from the floor, draped them around her, and turned her back from the seething dragon slayer.