Feels like forever since I posted something but this is probably the longest thing I have posted in a very long while. I hope you enjoy it !


They had agreed on meeting at nine.

It was just something they did. When the guild was running slow and the redhead had just come back from a pretty long job, so she knew she wouln't be leaving for a while. They would agree on a place, somewhere a bit sketchy but mostly hidden from curious but annoying sights, and meet up if the white-haired had managed to convince her fun-loving sister to cover for her.

If not, she would fit a disappoint call in her already very tight schedule, and the knight mage would only call it a night. Sometimes an armour-shining night, some other times a reading night with one of those books every girl in the dormitory knew she enjoyed.

But that night, someway, the demonic mage had managed to make it. And on time nonetheless, but not without a mysterious worrying frown on her face.

Even though Erza had immediadly caught that something was off, the turmoil in her stomach only got worse when the white-haired sat in front of her with three freshly-poured shots of tequila, and shot them down like rabbits before even glaring at her.

Nothing about this was good.

"Rough night ?" She tried a smile, sipping on her own glass and trying not to flinch under the clearly upset and murdering gaze of her friend.

"I think I may be pregnant."

Oh shit.

There was a pause. A long silence that none of the two young women dared to break, only stared at each other. Like years of fighting and sparing hadn't taught them never to expect yielding from the other. So, the redhead took it on her to be the first to talk.

"…How ?" She stuttered, very intelligent response indeed.

"Do I really need to explain the birds and bees to you ?" The white-haired barked back.

The redhead blushed, mostly from annoyance.

"I meant…" She put down her glass and glaired into the blue eyes that scanned her. "How do you know ?"

Mirajane got silent, just for a few seconds, but the knight mage caught the glimpse of anxiety in her pupils.

"I'm late." She confessed.

She took a sip of orange juice this time, even if the redhead couldn't tell when she had the time to order herself a drink.

"How late ?"

Silent again, like she was resisting it.

"About a… week…" She murmured, her voice shaking.

She sighed then, and took another sip, her hand shaking as her the liquid touched her lips.

"Well…" The redhead started, hesitation building up in her throat. "It's not that bad."

Silence again.

Erza took a very long sip of her almost empty cocktail, the one she only ordered on those special occasions. She wasn't big about cocktails, but there was something about this one that was just the right amount of sweet and sour. But now, it felt a bit spoiled and inappropriate.

"I was once ten days late." She finally responded, still not looking up.

The demon mage only raised an eyebrow. Erza wondered how she could be so unnerving sometimes, and so sweet at others, but she wasn't going to give her the pleasure to continue.

"Really ?" Surprisingly, Mira spoke first. "Were you having sex ?"

Maybe she had deserved that one.

"I'm just saying…" She tried again, not really knowing why she kept going on. "You can be really late without having the slightest chance of being pregnant."

"I'm on the pill." She snapped. Blue orbs now shooting daggers. "I'm not supposed to be late."

And silence once again, only covered by the usual ruckus of the bar.

"Just to be clear" The redhead started off once again, as she hadn't been shot down enough, while the demon mage lifted her eyes to meet hers. "You thought you were pregnant, and your first reflex was to come here and drink ?"

She blushed and sighed, finishing her glass off for the fourth time that night.

"I don't know…" She muttered. Not really sure what she wanted to say. "I'm probably not." She sighed again. "But if I am, then it was my last chance before a little while…" She paused there. "And if I'm not… then I'm not."

Erza finished her glass too before breaking the silence once again.

"Just to be more clear…" Mira rolled her eyes before sitting back, half grinning at her friend's behaviour. "If you are pregnant… you're a hundred percent sure it's Laxus' ?"

She seemed offended then.

"I don't know." She rolled her eyes again, but this time with that sarcastic tone of hers. "It could still be God's."


She knew it would be difficult. No matter how much she had prepared herself for the pain. She thought it would only take an hour. But instead the blood had been shedding in her bathroom through already severals. She took a tissue and proceeded to wipe the tears off her cheeks, before sobbing and flushing it down the toilet, along with the bloody water.

She thought she could handle it.

Only two months after her eighteenth birthday, and that was how her adult life was supposed to begin.

The pregnancy, she had only found out about ten days earlier. She had taken the appointment to get rid of it about a week after that.

She was in no position to have a baby, especially alone. Her salary was too slow. She loved working for the guild, she even helped the master these days. It was all so different from before, but so relaxing, so calm. She liked opening every day and greeting people as they arrived or left in search of some adventure. She felt useful. Like after all these years, she had finally found a place to stand still for a bit.

She couldn't support a child though.

The master had warned her, that the guild could not afford to pay her even remotely close to her former S-class income. She hadn't minded at the time. Her house was already paid in full, and her brother now made a decent living for himself, even combined with her small salary, it would be enough for the two of them. Now that they didn't have a third to take care of.

Not that she wouldn't have kept it that way if she could have.

She didn't feel ready for a baby either. Too young, too emotionally unstable to handle the pressure. Not that she could ask the father for help.

She withered as another wave of cramps shot through her abdomen. She grabbed the bathtub for support this time, as the blood fell again below her. And as each time, she grasped a tissue to wipe her face with it. She hadn't meant for it to happen like that. That wasn't what she had signed up for. She had everything planned out, the appointment taken and some lame excuse to give the guild, as well as enough tissues for a fake flue.

It felt like shit.

She had been dating a guy for quite some time. He was nice. The kind to hold your hand until the very last steps to your front door. The kind to warm up your hands in the cold. She did like him. He was funny, and serious, and kind. Even the sex was nice.

After all, she was supposed to be nice too now.

But something felt off. Boring.

She hated that feeling.

She hated herself. Especially when she couldn't help but call some other guy once she got home. Some sketchy guy. Messed up. Too unfaithful to even hope for some sort of commitment. Too unreliable to even tell the truth.

She felt awful.

She felt as awful as the day she had made the appointment. She knew she wanted kids, but not like that. Never like that. At least it was her choice. Or it was supposed to be, if nature hadn't decided to be quicker and get rid of it before she could even get to her final appointment. At least it would be over soon.

Soon, she would go back to her life as if nothing happened, without telling anyone, she would stand alone in this. If only it could have been her choice to make.

She felt even more awful than when the test had turned positive, and she realized she had no idea which one to blame, or ask money to.

She hadn't. She wouldn't. She would do this alone.

If only she could stop crying as it happened.


She had grabbed two on her way home. Just after getting rid of Erza, who was making her way back to the dormitory as she thought. She had waltzed into one of those dubious little convenience stores that stayed open every hour of the night, grabbed two tests and delicately deposited them on the counter. Or smashed them. One or the other. But the one that had startled the half-sleeping clerk across it.

She tried not to fidget too much as he scanned them. To not betray her axiety and the slow realisation that this was really happening. And she really needed to calm herself. Or at least until she was out of sight because she was this close to traumatising the poor guy with her dishevelled hair and quite angry frown.

Maybe she should have transformed herself before entering the store. Maybe tomorrow, all the front lines of every gossip magazine would be covered with her last purchases, the news spread out in front of her brother, and her sister, and the master. Blatant for every guild member to see, for him to see.

The horror.

Her nerves were now aching from the urge to grab them and flee to the last possible place they could ever find her. To the end of the world, or maybe an illegal cock fight arena.

She didn't run though.

It took all the remaining energy from her not to slam the door behind her as she entered her quiet house. Maybe she should wait, wait until she knew, wait until her mind was just a little bit clearer and rested. Until she knew what she wanted to do with it. What he wanted to do with it.

So she didn't take it.

She went to work as usual. Well, a lot more hungover than usual. She braved the excruciating sun shining quite strongly for the beginning of February, and started running her errands as naturally as possible, only giving Erza some nervous looks and carefully avoiding her when she tried to spark up the conversation. Carefully avoiding anyone really. Which was not very difficult with the amount of paperwork she had accumulated over the past few weeks.

Until she fell asleep on the master's desk.

He had woken her up. Only worried that she hadn't shown up into the main hall for some hours already, joking about her incredible skills to be able to fall asleep in all the ruckus her guildmates caused. She only smiled, trying to recollect her thoughts, absentmindedly going through the papers and checking if she didn't get some ink stain on her cheek. To which the master only laughed.

"Went a little too strong on the cocktails last time, did you ?"

She blushed and smiled a bit shyly, uncharacteristicly. He must have picked up on it because he only frowned with those eyebrows so genetically strong she had already come to terms with the fact, that if this baby really existed, then it was definitely going to come out with those.

She chuckled alone, as the master inspected her face for any more clues.

"Is everything alright with you, dear ?" He asked then. Amused and concerned with the woman's unusual behavior.

That was what he called her. Because that was what she was. Very dear to him. Sometimes darling too. Sometimes also a child. Because she was. A dear darling child. As if he didn't have enough of those.

She shaked her head. Mischieviously smiling and going right back to the paperwork she had left hanging. He didn't let it go though, only sat in front of her (or wheeled there, as he didn't go out of his chair much now), and went through some of the paperwork himself, without forgetting to send her some worried glances every now and then. It was annoying to say the least. But she knew better than being unsettled. Simply went back to her task, ignoring the ticking clock reminding her of how much time she had wasted with her nap, if she wanted to go home before two in the morning.

He didn't seem to be bothered nonetheless, only sighed in desperation as he read the pile of complains and bills for reparations he had to answer. Clunching those eyebrows of his like he wanted them to form an alliance to help him cope, also taking large sips of his beer to help smooth the process. She wondered how many more of these quiet times she would get with him. He was old as they get after all, and with his alcohol and smoking and chronic heart disease, it was truly a miracle he wasn't already deep down in his grave.

He probably wouldn't even get to meet her own children if she had any. Except maybe the one she might be having right now. If she was. Truly. Pregnant.

And it just hit her.

Would he be angry at her ? Or happy ? Or disappointed ? Would he blame her ? Would he hold her responsible for trapping his only grandson, which was more like a son really, into an unplanned and very unexpected pregnancy and child ? It wasn't like she could have done any more to prevent it. Let alone plan it to trap anyone, and even less Mr. Daddy Issues into this whole process. True, she was the one that had decided to go on birth control. True, she was the one that had insisted it was safe to drop the whole condom thing, since they were not supposed to sleep around each other anymore.

Oh Mavis, what if he really thought she had planned this ?

What if he blamed her for sleeping with his grandson for months and hiding the whole thing from anyone ? What if he thought she didn't want anyone to know because she was ashamed of him, or thought she was being used by him and had to trap him to get some kind of commitment. What if he chose to leave her, and not only was the master going to think that she was trying to force him into a relationship, but also that she was so annoying he couldn't find it in him to love her even with a baby on the way.

She glanced at him then, alarmed and clearly panicking, to which the master immediately frown, as if he hadn't been waiting for her to utter a word since he joined her in the office. She looked down, almost as soon as her eyes had caught his, and she felt herself heating up, and getting all flustered by the weight of his stare on her red cheeks. What if he already knew about everything and she was only digging her grave deeper the more she made him wait for the truth.

That was it. She slammed the papers in front of her before standing up. She needed to walk. That or continue getting more and more paranoid the longer she stayed here.

She needed to stride. She needed to run after some drunk who forgot to pay his bill before leaving. Not that she ever thought she would say this, even in her mind, let alone mean it. It would clear her head from all the stress, and she would just take the damn test tonight and be done with this. Maybe she would even get her period on the way home. Hopefully.

If only she hadn't come face to face with him as soon as she had opened the door.

Damn him and his habit of sneaking in on her every goddamn time she was expecting it the less.

She suddenly wished she hadn't left her seat in such a hurry because she almost crashed into him and had to grab the door to avoid it as he watched her, looking startled with his goddamn eyebrows that followed her everywhere.

She blushed even harder, because she hated being taken by surprise, she hated being flustered and not in control of her face and breath. She hated being caught in a moment of anxiety, especially by him and his goddamn grandfather that stared at her, frowning even harder at her despair to the point that it was getting ridiculous.

She only muttered some kind of excuse, barely making any sound as she flashed right in front of him in the hope that it would erase the whole situation from her memory, pretending like she didn't feel his gaze on her back while she almost ran down the stairs, probably wondering why she wouldn't even look at him when he had been away for weeks. As if she hadn't missed him at all.

She didn't remember the rest much. She felt absent, taking care of the bar like a robot, smiling mechanically hoping no one would remark her state and ask questions, because her mind was way too full to come up with some clever lie right now. Contemplating how stupid she had been by not taking that test the night before, as if it was better to fidget in anxiety wondering if her life had finally taken that fondamental turn so early, and in such poor conditions.

She thought about taking it in the bathroom. She could take a quick break and be done with it. The test was in her bag, waiting for her in the barmaid changing room. Not that they changed a lot, but used it more to keep their things during the day. But what if someone caught her in the bathroom while she was waiting for the results, or worse, what if Lisanna had already found the test in her bag ? How idiotic did she have to be to think it would be a good idea to bring this thing here ?

She didn't know if the stress could affect the baby so early in the pregnancy, but the self-flagellation certainly couldn't help.

She needed to get out of here.

So she did, grabbed her bag and coat ignoring the protests and whines of her sister who expected to get the night off as she had already covered for her the night before, only sighing in resignation when her older sister muttered something about a terrible headache and probably a cold too, before heading out without waiting to get any response from her. She could be so annoying sometimes.

She had pratically run home. Slammed the door as hard as she had wanted too just a few hours before and ran up the stairs to lock herself in the bathroom. Her brother was training until nightfall and wouldn't be back for a few more hours. He did that often when he wasn't on a job, still hoping, with reason, to get a second chance at getting an S-class title soon. It was almost endearing, how hard he wanted it for himself, even if they didn't have any money problems anymore.

But they would, if that test was positive, then the small salary she made as a waitress certainly wouldn't be enough to raise a baby. Only if Laxus didn't give her anything for it. But he would, right ? He would never leave her to raise his kid alone without at least supporting her a little, if only financially. If he decided to leave her and not raise it with her.

Maybe she would even have to take jobs again. She certainly couldn't ask her brother for money to feed her child. Could you even take jobs while pregnant ? Lots of them involved some fighting, and that couldn't be good. Could she even take some after having it ? Who was going to take care of it while she was away ? How old was old enough to give it to her sister, or worse to the Thunder legion ? Because they certainly would want to be involved.

She had to gather herself as she took the test out, and hasted to get her trembling hands to unfold the instructions, before scanning them rapidly and throwing them aside when it didn't seem that much different from the last time she had to take one.

She waited one, two, five, maybe ten minutes, nervously turning it over like it burned her hands to even touch it. And once it was clear that no line was forming, only then, she allowed herself to take a deep breath and get up to wash her hands. She would have to take one again in the morning, just to make sure. And one again tomorrow, and the week after if her period still hadn't decided to come by then. Maybe even a doctor's appointment. Maybe she would have to change her pill, maybe it was disturbing everything inside her. Hopefully.

She didn't know how much time had passed. She felt she had been laid down on her bed since forever. The sun was already down in the sky. Finishing its course behind the city.

He was probably waiting for her. After all, she always came by the night of his return, especially after a pretty long job. And he always waited for her. Never had any plans, even when the Thunder Legion insisted he joined them for a drink to celebrate (happened every time really). He always waited, sometimes hours. Sometimes at the bar, sometimes at home when he craved a shower and then passed out on his couch until she showed up. Sometimes very late, only when all her chores would be finished, sometimes even later if Lisanna or Elfman stayed with her and she had to wait some extra minutes to sneak out once at home.

She didn't know what time it was. Couldn't be that late in the night for this time of year. But then, if she waited some more, one of her sibling would come home and she would have to wait even more before being able to leave. But if she left right now, there was still a chance he would still be at the guild, probably even waiting for her to come back, and she would have to wait in his staircase. And she hated waiting in that staircase.

She still left, because she needed to see him. Maybe not tell him about the whole pregnancy scare thing, but feel him at least, to feel less alone. Braving the fear of making the return alone if he wasn't there.

He did not say anything when he saw her. Rose his eyebrows because it was incredibly early for her to show up with the guild still open. Just set himself aside to let her into his flat, fresh from his shower, smelling even more incredible than usual, if that was even possible. He was frowning though. Like he knew something was up, sometimes she feared he could read through her mind just by meeting her eyes, and sometimes he was so dense, she feared she would break her head by banging her head too hard on the table if she tried.

She didn't give him anytime to speak. No time for questions, no time for lies.

Maybe she would tell him later, when her heart would have stop beating so hard, when her guts stopped aching and turning over inside her like they did. She saw that he was about to ask, about to inquire about her weird attitude and looks. About the cold way she had glanced at him before disappearing, like she didn't feel the need to squeeze him as hard as she could, like it didn't tear her apart to think about him not returning.

She kissed him to shut him up, grabbed his wrists and savoured the sweet surprise instant that left him defenseless as his back loudly banged against the door. Tongue thrusting into his, slowly searching for some kind of support, and claws scratching against the wood as she heard him grunt in protest for the relief of the poor furniture.

It never lasted long. Not even a few seconds before he grabbed her and it was her turn to bite his tongue in pain as her head hit the wall and she had to grab his hair to keep their teeth from banging into each other, because that would kill the mood, before making him plunge forward again, slowlier this time as her legs locked him closely against her and he freed his hands to push her dress back and explore once again the skin beneath it.

He felt her shiver from inside as she tried to keep the moans locked inside her throat when he quit her tongue for her neck and collarbone. It wasn't her favourite part, but it was close to it. The way he slowed his hands and pressed against her breasts to feel her squeeze and squeak when she felt his hot breath against the sentivity of her skin, practically destroying the tissue when he uncovered her chest.

She didn't have a voice anymore, overwhelmed and constantly called over by some annoying squeeze somewhere on her body as she tried to pull his head over to bring his mouth to hers. He liked to be controlling, didn't like to let her have her way with him, he liked to grab her from everywhere until she lost all control over her own body and moved without shame. So irritating, especially when he smirked over her mouth because he knew she would be damned before telling him to stop.

"That excited to see me ?" He tried, smirking as he grabbed her butt cheeks even harder, just to make her squeal.

So she didn't. She didn't say anything when her head hit another wall and she had to gasp for air as he attacked her neck again, scratching the light skin with his fangs, way too long in comparison with his other teeth that she would find them weird and savage if it wasn't so goddamn hot. Almost as hot as the grunts she got out of him when she grabbed his t-shirt and slid her hands along his back before grabbing even lower, thanking whoever was listening that it wasn't one of his shirts, because those were way too long to take off and he would probably smack her for destroying almost all his shirts in the past few months. Or making her sew the buttons back one by one.

"Just fuck me." She only responded when he grinned at her, just a few seconds before going for the second side of her neck. "And for the love of God… Shut up."

He pushed her back against the wall before going again into her mouth, this time letting her toes touch the ground as he managed to undo the lacets of her corset and losened them in a single pull as she gasped on his tongue. He was rough, almost biting her tongue as she managed to undo his pants, slightly wondering how he would take it if she one day decided to put his big black belt that he always wore to good use.

She felt him slow down a bit on her lips and skin, grunting in her ear when she reached into his jeans and fully grabbed him. His eyes were closed as she wondered just how far he would let her go, she didn't get to wonder for long though, because she soon felt his hands gently grab her thighs before welcoming the sweet feeling of the matress against her head as he stood on his knees to pass the t-shirt over his head and laid back again to grab her closer.

"Now, is that a nice thing to say, little demon ?" He smirked.

There was a pause, after he kissed her, after he grabbed her hips once again to pull her closer against his and make her feel exactly what kind of effect she had on him. After he nuzzled against her forehead, and she heard herself laugh before taking back his tongue against his and gently playing with his hair as he went on with pushing back her dress to pull her panties out of the way.

She felt him grin against her lips, or maybe smirk, not that it mattered when it both made him so unbelievebly sexy.

It was nice. As diffilcult as it was to believe it as first, he was quite the romantic. Or maybe, it was just with her. She hoped. He liked pressing his forehead onto hers, just to make her blush and grin, or maybe reprimend him for taking too long. He liked kissing his way down on her, stopping on her scars and marks, just to hear her gasp and squeal, and moan in desperation and she didn't have the motivation to stop those anymore. He liked her guild mark, which she could understand because the black one on his chest definitely did something to her lower gut too.

She definitely squealed in pleasure when he got back to her navel, the sheet was already stuck to the nape of her neck with her sweat and it annoyed her. Not as annoying as his breath on her lower body, breathing down belly and gut, not helping the shivers going their way up to her head. She tried to pulling on his head, playing with the blond strands, not too hard, just to make him understand how teased and wet she already was.

"Hmm… ?" He only grunted, still licking his way lower, just lightly brushing his fangs against the very thin skin inside her tighs.

She groaned. Sweaty, worn and defeated. Anything to get rid of that feeling.

He looked at her then. And it was probably the hotest sight she ever had. The blond's head crawled between her legs with one glance piercing right through her, silently smirking, or grinning, or smiling in joy and satisfaction. She felt herself going even redder. Like she was going to explode. Until he broke the gaze. Making the cutest little squeal ever when his tongue made his way around her lips before going on her center, that was screaming for attention.

She knew she had completely lost control at that moment. Riding in rhythm with the waves of pleasure that he sent through her. Grabbing his hair to keep her damn sanity as he worked down there.

"Aah… !"

She moaned loudy this time, blushing even more when she felt him pause for a second, knowing he enjoyed every single one of the sounds she made. Her tighs were going redder from squeezing onto his head and she actually worried she was going too strong on his poor head, not that he seemed to mind. She was going delirious, only focusing on the dampness of his tongue right in that spot but also on the dampness behind her knees and on the sheets just below her butt.

She felt him add a finger, and then another, easily streching her as she was already so wet, quickly matching the rhythm of his strokes on her. She thought she was going to die, pushing on them and whining so loud for her own ears. And there, when she thought she was going mad, just on the moment she thought about begging him to never ever fucking stop, as she moaned so loud she didn't hear it anymore, she felt the most intense wave just slammed into her.

She bit onto her lower lip hard. But it didn't keep the loud cry in pleasure from escaping her lips as he continued to administrate his treatment on her, letting her ride the very last waves of pleasure that she could get as she held tightly on his head like it was only thing keeping from falling from the bed.

"Stop… stop…" She moaned very lightly the, red from her cheeks to her ears, but giving him the prettiest of smile, half giggling from his insistance

He pulled himself back to her level, as she was still trembling and shaking from her core, spreading her legs wide so he could fit between them. She welcomed him as he went directly from her mouth, after barely wiping his with the back of his hand. She didn't mind it though, the taste of her still on his lips. She was still too hazy to care as she grabbed him everywhere she could encouraged by the grunts he let out.

It annoyed her, how he liked to make her wait, peacefully rubbed against her very sensitive spots, exhorting a few moans from her as she tried to concentrate on his tongue, and not on the delicious strokes and delirious moans coming out of her. She knew what he wanted out of her, of course, but there was no way he was getting it today. As if she hadn't been saying that for years.

"Mira.." He whispered in her ear, and she had to bit hard on her lip to not let anything escape her lips, swearing off the day she told him how much she liked hearing it from his voice, and how she probably would let that husky tone and green eyes take her anywhere if he dared ask.

He didn't ask that time, didn't even waited until she begged her throat out. Probably grew tired of waiting so long while getting a teaser of the delicious release that awaited him if he gave up every time he pushed onto her. She was so wet, not that she could tell if it was the arousal or his results from before. So hot. She was so hot, feeling like there was a furnase inside her that just didn't want to be put down.

He was sweaty too, less than her but still, tasting all salty and such, as she went down on his neck and grabbed his shoulder to nuzzle against his skin, taking a very long breath to get every ounce of his smell. Why on earth did he have to smell amazing ? It was ridiculous how even his soap smelled hot to her right now as if she wasn't already deep down into that shit.

"Mira.. " He whispered again. He sounded so serious.

She lifted her head then, looking back at him. "Hhm ? " She murmured, trying not to pout that he was distracting her from her previous thoughts, trying to get as much smell as she could. He only nuzzled to her, when she met his gaze, pushed his forehead against hers, grabbing her thighs to get into the right position, plunging his tongue forward as he pressed into her, surprisingly sweet, he liked to be, always catching her by surprise.

He paused, just to feel her gasp and trembling of pleasure as she got used to his presence inside her again. He kissed her one more time as he started moving and she took refuge once more time onto his shoulder.

It was hot. Too hot. Too wet. She was too wet and good at rocking her hips against his as he rapidly found a rhythm, robbing those sweet whines out of her that she had given up on controlling. He tried to control himself, because she was being weird and dark, not mouthing what bothered her so much and she needed it, the sweetness. Not that she would let him.

She felt like she was going to explose, licking the sweet skin of his shoulder and barely biting on it as she bucked hard against him and followed religiously his rough pace as he streched her and reached those exact spots she liked. It was too much. He was too much, too good. They were already so sweaty and she moaned so hard, it was hard to tell which ones were real and which ones she was making up in her mind.

She picked up hard, and went even faster as he slammed into her, and she shivered at every caress he managed to get on her thighs, grabbing them hard muffling up growls. He didn't like being loud. And for some reason, she relished on it, always bucked harder to get some muffled uncontrolled groan out of him. And she got plenty of those, always mischievously smiling when running her tongue in and out of his mouth to make him bite on it with a grunt.

"Aaah" She sighed again.

He smirked, she wasn't going to last long. He consummed her too fast, slammed without missing her beat and sending thrills across her entire body as she abandoned herself into his smell once more. He felt her bite on his shoulder once again, all trembling and going out of rhythm, moaning and clawing at his back, crying in pleasure as she shattered against him and whined his name out as if to plead him.

She was tight, tortorously tight. But he wasn't done with her, determined to get it out of her as he kissed her and she bit hard on his tongue, still shaking and moaning from her climax as he only slowed down but didn't make signal to show he was getting close. She kissed him deeply, so hard he missed a beat and fell almost completely went out of rhythm. She stared at him then, pushed back into him as he tried to find the right beat and glared at her back, trying not to get too lost into those blue orbs of hers.

She smirked, not looking away from him. And it did everything to his insides. She went for his forehead and smiled even wider as he successfully picked up the pace again and they went back to fast but delicious slamming. She was moaning even harder than before, whining so deliciously he tried to kiss her just to feel it being swallowed onto his tongue.

"Ha…Harder.." She moaned in his ear, then. "Please…Lax…" She pushed her head back there as he swallowed another and desperately tried to slam even rougher, but it was getting nearly impossible in this position if he wanted to keep up the pace.

So, he stopped.

"Turn around." He ordened in a grunt as he slipped out of her. She groaned against his mouth but she didn't have the time to really complain as he tried to pull himself up. She executed herself but not without sending him a dark look as he lightly kissed her lips one more time before turning her back to him. She had the time to grab a pillow to lean on though, as she got on her knees and buried her face in the sheet.

She moaned again, shaking lightly as he pressed into her once again, completely burying himself into her, and grabbed her hips to force her into straightening up a bit, so he could get to biting her neck and leaving delicious kisses along her spine. He didn't leave a long time for contemplation as he was already picking back the pace and slamming so hard and deep in her, she wondered for how many days she would feel it. She didn't wish for him to stop though. Oh no. She couldn't control the shaking and moaning from that angle, she was too wet, felt too good with his arms grabbing her breasts and pulling her close.

She wished she could see him now. It was always the downside when he put her like that. It made her hot from her insides and probably lose all control she hoped to have on her screams and trembles as he bucked her against his hips, slamming into her like his life depended on it.

God, if he stopped right now. She practically screamed as he grabbed her close.

She heard him moan too. He was so close and trying so hard to keep his shit together, bringing her face to his and kissing her deeply and she started to moan incontrollably and he responded in her very loud grunt. He bit her neck there, plunging his fangs right into her skin, grabbed her hair even harder and pushed into her, bringing his other hand to her clit and rubbing hard to hear her scream one more time.

So fucking hot. She heard herself think as she shattered again against his chest, grabbing his hair and everywhere she could on his skin in her back and desperately tried, without success, to keep the deep scream from escaping her mouth, feeling her entire body about to explose as he continued to rub and push hard against her. She heard him moan too, this time louder than all the times before. She felt him finish as she fell against the sheet and buried her face, still shaking and moaning hard as she felt his hands gently stroking her back and pulling her close, laughing quietly against her neck.

He was so cute, all puffy and red. Rolling them on their backs with his arm strongly locked against her chest, as she looked at him and smiled too at his satisfied proud face. So cute.

There was a silence then, as they both tried to catch their breath. She buried her face in his shoulder and observed him as his eyes remained closed. She wanted to kiss him. So she did. Planted a light kiss before he opened his eyes and grinned softly at her. He pulled her closer and kissed her head while she settled a bit with his arm still around her waist.

God, he still smelled great. That aftershave of his was really going to kill her.

She had to get up eventually. To go to the bathroom before she could finally pass out in his arms. But she so didn't want to. She wanted to forget everything about the former week and bury her face in his chest forever. She probably should tell him. But, she so didn't want to. She didn't want to make him freak the hell out for something that was already done, if it were. Maybe she should take it to the grave, or tell him on his death bed. One or the other.

"So, what's going on with you ?" He interrupted her thoughts, stroking the clear skin on her navel.

There was another pause, during which she pulled up to stare at him as he glanced right back into her eyes, waiting for his answer.

"What do you mean ?" She only grinned and giggled.

God, she hated lying to him like that.

He didn't say anything back, only continued to glare at her before gently putting a kiss on her lips, only to keep glaring at her like it wasn't such a pain that he could read into her like that.

She sighed and turned back around. She felt him getting tighter against her and she grabbed his hand, she took a deep breath, slightly playing with his fingers as he waited. Maybe it would be easier staring at the ceiling rather than his eyes.

"I thought I was pregnant."

She felt him freeze. And she cursed herself for not trying harder. Feeling her eyes swell as she fought back the tears and grinned at him as he had turned his head to her.

"Are you fucking serious ?" He whispered, like he desperately wished she was fooling around with him.

"Do you honestly think I would joke about that ?" She heard her cold tone but he was pissing her off right now.

There was a silence again. As they glared into each other's eye.

"Well…" He looked away then.

"I wouldn't" She shut him up, not wishing to hear more.

He got silent, but not looking away as he stared at her again. And she gave up.

"I'm late."

She thought her heart was going to drop.

"How late ?" He only responded, just as quiet as her.

"About… a week." She continued to glare, wondering if he could hear her heart race right now as she was waiting on a reaction from him. "Maybe eight, nine days…"

He got silent again. So much she could hear her breath alone shaking.

"And that's bad ?"

Well no, maybe not. But worrying to say the least. But she couldn't tell him that, if she didn't want him to have a heart attack, and finish on the ground. Because that was just what she needed right now, being pregnant and alone, and suspected for murder. She probably had DNA all over his appartment by now.

"I thought you told me you were on the pill ?" He asked, still half-whispering, as if they weren't the only people in here.

"I am on the pill." She wanted to reassure him, or herself.

"So, it's bad." He rolled his eyes and leaned back down in an anxious sigh.

"No." She said, a bit too abruptly. She didn't know what she was denying the most. The pregnancy, or that it was supposed to be a good thing. Because that's what she always hoped a baby with him would be deep down, good.

His head jumped to glare at her.

"Well…" She lost her composure, feeling her cheeks redening as she tried to move up and cover her chest with the sheets she stole from him. "I don't think so. I kind of already did a test."

"And ?" God, if he could just stop staring at her for just one minute.

She shaked her head, blushing even harder if that was possible. "Nothing."

"Okay." He sighed and finally looked away to stare at the ceiling. "But, does that mean you're not pregnant, or just that it can't tell if you're not, not pregnant ?"

"Not, not pregnant ?" She frowned.

"Well, you know." She giggled at this one, relaxing as she saw his cheeks getting flushed while he still refused to look at her.

He glanced then, getting quite annoyed with her for laughing at his misery. "How are you not freaking out right now ?" He yelled, but still whispered, as she couldn't contain her laughter.

She tried to calm herself hard. Almost getting drown on her hiccups while he got even more annoyed at her. "Well, it was negative."

"Yeah, but still."

"Well…" She blushed again. "I have another test to take tomorrow, so, there's really no need to panick until then." She definitely was trying to convince herself more than him.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one the old man's going to kill." He sighed as he lit a cigarette from his stash. He tried not to smoke that much around her, but there was just no helping it tonight.

She laughed again. Could make for a good show. As if she hadn't been mortified about the exact same thing just hours earlier.

"That's your problem with this whole thing ?" She pushed her knees against her chest, studying his face for that light of sarcasm.

He only stared and rolled his eyes at her.

"Well… you're not the one that's been brought up on birth control." He whispered, looking very intensely away from her.

"Seriously ?"

"This may come as a surprise to you. But Ivan hadn't exactly planned to have a kid." He sighed, taking a long puff between his two sentences. "The whole Guildarts thing didn't help either."

"I…" She blushed again. It wasn't every day that he mentioned his father's name. Let alone for such a personal subject. "I could have figured that one out." She wanted to laugh, but she feared he would take it in a bad way. "But your mother… ?"

He grunted shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't want it either."

"Oh…"

He simply nodded. "Whole reason they ever got married." He smoked again. "And it didn't really end well."

Silence just fell between them as he finished his cigarette and she took the opportunity to go the bathroom. Someway, the conversation had taken a very unexpected turn.

When she got back, she only leaned against him again as he absentmindedly stroke her skin.

"I was also not very planned, you know."

He frowned, glaring at her.

"I thought you said your parents were like, madly in love or something ?"

"Oh, they were." She blinked and turned around on her back. "My mother had to flee from home to marry my dad because it was so scandalous at the time."

"Because she was like,² royalty ?" He meant that as a joke.

"Because he was so poor."

Well, shit.


She felt weird as she woke up. He was already gone at the time. It was late, terribly late. Like eleven in the morning. Lisanna was going to kill her, especially since she had probably noticed she hadn't slept home. She sometimes did. If she failed to wake up on time, or simply decided she wanted to spend more of the morning with him. She would usually cover for her, invent some lie for the guild and only ask for some evening free, which she would happily give her once Laxus was away again.

Because she knew. Even if she didn't like to talk about it. She knew about him, she didn't even have to tell her, she had known the whole time. Because she was her sister, and deep down she knew her better that most people.

She was going to be annoyed, the white-haired sighed as she tried to get accustomated to the light shining inside the (very) messy room. She didn't know how he always managed to be so messy around his appartment when his drawers were more arranged like a military regiment. It was funny, the way she couldn't count the number of t-shirts, shirts or sweat pants lying on the floor, but if she opened his closet, she would see the exact same shirts (because he always bought the same, just in different coclors, because apparently, not many stores made shirts his side) arranged by color.

She giggled, head buried in her pillow. Definitely stalling the time she would have to get up and actually try to come up with a lie for her sister, just to explain how she could go home for a horrendous headache (which was already difficult enough to explain since she was more the kind to work until passed out) and then, manage to end up into Laxus' bed. She took a long breath, wondering how amazing it was that his pillow always kept the smell of his so perfectly.

Mavis, she was doomed.

She finally got up though, wandered around a little bit, made some coffee and sipped it while opening a few drawers she hadn't snooped in just yet. There were very few indeed.

She froze then, plunging her hand deep in the drawer to retrieve what had captured her attention. It was a dog, a figure, a small red dog hidden in his sock drawer. She sighed and giggled a little bit before closing the drawer and observing it a bit more.

And sometimes, she'd found these. Because he knew that she snooped, he also knew that there was no way of stopping her, so he hid those, just to mess with her, and make her question the sanity of the man she was sleeping with. Sometimes it was a figurine, sometimes a receipt for the most stupid thing ever, that he hid into everyone of his drawers. Once, she had found some shop receipt for a whip and some costume ensemble, and freaked out for a whole week if he didn't have some double life as a bdsm gay club owner. Before he came back, and laughed so hard he could have broken a rib out, before confessing he had asked Bickslow for his weirdest receipts, just to see her going paranoid.

She had hit him. With a pillow. But still. She had pouted for a whole night before he made up for it.

She still found weird stuff though, just not as weird. Childish figurines, sometimes her own underwear she panicked about, before realising it had been hers the whole time.

She hated him sometimes.

She gasped when she got out of the shower, not liking the coldness of his bathroom compared with the warmness of the water she had just experienced. She shivered as she tried to to get some underwear she had taken with her on. Her eyes fell on the second test she had lying around in her bag that she had brought to get her stuff. She was supposed to take it in her morning. They said it was more reliable.

She didn't take it though, not until her sister called angrily (which would be, on a Lisanna's scale, a worried annoyed pout that she could hear from the other side of the phone) to ask if she was supposed to cancel her plans for the entire day, or if they were already finished. She thought Laxus was still with her, probably not remembering he had a training session scheduled with the Thunder Legion.

She felt bad, just for a bit, even if she had a good reason to be absent. And secret. After all, it wasn't every day you suspected being pregnant from the master's grandson and a guildmate you had been going on and off for years. She hoped, at least.

It wasn't until she heard her sister's tone that she decided it was time to stop the laying around and take some kind of action. At least, to know what she was getting herself into. Even if she still ignored what she wanted to do if it came back positive. Laxus wouldn't abandon her, would he ? He would at least send her money, even if she decided to keep it and he didn't want to raise it. Would he want to ? Raise it with her ? As a family ? They hadn't been together that long. Well, they had, just with very long breaks and fights in between. Would he find it in him to love her a bit earlier than expected ?

She was frozen again. Getting and making herself more anxious every minute.

It had to be a kink at that point.

So, she took it.

Almost retaining her breath as she couldn't take her eyes off it, not for a single second. She was about to cry. Maybe she should have told him the truth. That she was dead scared of it and not chilling being all pragmatical. But there was just something. Something about being with him that made her like that. All calm and in control. Like the world could fall, and she would just carry on, just as long as she had him.

Very doomed indeed.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream her hate for not asking him to be there. Why did she have to be so stupid sometimes about doing everything alone ? Why couldn't she accept help and support for once ?

"Mira ?" She got startled, but it sounded like his voice.

She glared at him, when he half-opened the door, just to glance inside after knocking and not receiving any response.

"Are you in there ?"

She didn't say anything. Feeling a bit mute, fully clothed and seating on his toilet.

"Did you take it yet ?" He entered softly. "I said I needed to take a break, just to check on you." He seemed uneasy, like he didn't quite comprehend why she wasn't replying. "Are you okay ?"

She found it in her to nod this time. Not taking her eyes off him. He only approached, staring at the test between her hands.

"Is that it ?"

Nod again.

He sighed. He was anxious. She could tell by the way he pianoted on the bathroom sink and bit on his lips.

"How long does it…take ?" He asked again. "If it's longer, it's fine I can just tell them I was shitting."

She grinned at him. Still not answering.

"I'm warning you though, if you want a minivan you'll be driving it yourself." He sighed again, taking a cigarette out of his pocket, just to be ready for after. "Because I ain't getting into that shit. I'm going to look stupid enough with a stroller."

She giggled. Wondering how long he could keep talking out of anxiousness. It was the first time she was seeing him that nervous. It was endearing, cute, the way he blushed when he realised she was still staring at him.

She glanced at the test. Just to confirm the control line was fully formed. She glared at him again, feeling the weight of his stare now on her. She took a deep breath again. Still grinning, more embarrassed than amused. And for the first time since he entered, dared looking at the result.

"So ?" She could hear him ask as she inspected the blank space.

There was nothing, not a line, not a form, not a shadow.

Nothing.

She sighed again. And looked at him before shaking her head slightly and showing it to him. Like he was an expert at the inner workings of these kinds of things. He sighed too, but way more loudly, barely containing a wide grin that she knew was contagious when she felt her cheeks warm up.

"Well, I have to run." He added as she followed him to his door. "Are you coming tonight ?"

She blushed. Not quite realising yet. As if everything was blurry.

"Well, yeah but I'm going to be late." She started as he was on the verge of going. "Or, Lisanna is really going to kill me."

"Like she can't handle working for once?" She giggled.

He kissed her, took her by surprise and nuzzled so very fast she barely had the time to react. And just like that, he was gone. Slammed the door behind him to join his team, leaving her alone in his appartment, counting on her to lock the door when she left.

Maybe she would never know what they would have done if she realy had been pregnant. And maybe it was for the best. Maybe sometimes, it really was a timing issue. She would never know what the master would have said either. If he would have been disappointed his grandson had to leave the exact same situation that had known his father. Or how hard her brother would have tried to punch him for knocking his sister up.

Or if they could have stayed together in the long run even with these sorts of unplanned. Or how hard he would have loved it just because it came out of her.

She wouldn't even know if it would have been a good or a bad thing in the end. Or if she would have even been able to carry it to term.

Maybe it was for the best.

Maybe it was for the best when she finally went to guild and fought quickly as her little sister tried to negociate an entire weekend to make up for her disappointments.

Maybe the master would have had a heart attack just from hearing the news.

Maybe it needed to go slow this time to work.

But not too slow. Maybe it was just the right amount of slow, when at midnight she had to call him to inform him the night was highly compromised by the fact that her period had come an hour ago. Maybe it was just the right time for him to tell her that she could still come, just to sleep, even if it was too late to watch a movie.

And she gladly did.


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