Mirajane was sleeping soundly, the light of the setting sun streaming through the blinds just right to fall over her in strips. The room was cool that evening, a lacrima powered fan resting atop the dresser the most likely culprit. As the blades spun, they made a little whirling noise that Laxus, as he came into the room, was sure Mira couldn't hear, but drove his enhanced dragon senses made.

Like a little fly buzzing continuously in your ear.

He'd arrived back home from a training session with the Thunder Legion to Mira's scent wafting through the living room, letting him know it hadn't been long since the woman was last about. That wasn't right though, he knew, because she had work that day.

She had work everyday.

She was Mirajane Strauss.

Quickly making his way to the back of the house, he found her flaked out in bed, breasts rising and falling as she laid atop the sheets, clad in only her panties and a tee. Her hair was down and every outward breath blew her downed bangs up, slightly, before the inward draw allowed them to flutter back down to restart the cycle. His girlfriend looked so peaceful that it was hard to disturb her.

"Demon? Wake up."

Not not that hard.

Laxus came to stand at the side of the bed, hand lightly brushing over the woman's arm as he whispered, "Mira. Hey."

"Nnnghh?" Mira blinked awake, having to take a moment out to register the concerned face above her. "Laxus?"

"What are you doing home?" he asked. "What happened to work?"

"Mmmm." She shoved up, Mira did, on her palms and Laxus found himself mostly concerned with watching her braless and unrestricted breasts bounce a bit, as she did too, on the bed. Her smile was weak as she insisted to the man, "I'm sick."

"Sick?" He was sure to take steps backwards. Bringing his shirt up over his nose, the man griped, "Sick how?"

"Not the kind you can catch, silly," she giggled, but it was obviously fake and the woman was hiding something.

Laxus knew it.

He could tell immediately.

"Then how," he griped as he slowly lowered his shirt, "are you sick?"

"It isn't important."

"It is to me."

"I really came home to talk to you," she informed the man. "And be with you."

Laxus wasn't sure how to take her words, but did take steps back over to the bed as, fears dying off, he questioned, "You wanna be with me, huh?"

"Not like that, dragon."

"Like what?" But he was already tugging his shirt over his head. "Was gonna hit the shower after my workout, but-"

"Go do that." Mira was smiling, but it felt wrong. Most of hers were fake, but this one was different. "Shower. Now."

"Well, yeah, I am," Laxus replied, husk lost in his tone as he eyed the woman carefully. "But I was offering for you to come with me-"

"Just go shower." Mira's blue eyes betrayed her worry. "And then we can talk."

She was nervous about something. She couldn't even meet his eyes.

The step Laxus took was more forceful then as he growled, "You think I'm just gonna let you do this to me, demon?"

"L-Laxus, what?"

"Break up with me? Like some kinda chump? All docile cause I'm freshly showered."

"Showering makes you more docile?" She cocked her head to the side before asking, "Then why did you just wanna get frisky in there?"

"Demon-"

"I'm just asking, Laxus."

"If you're breaking up with me-"

"I'm not."

"-then do it now!"

"I'm," Mira insisted to him then, pseudo innocence fading as she actually glared at the man, "not."

"Then what," Laxus glared back, "are you doing?"

"Nothing!"

"Then tell me."

"Dragon-"

"No, don't dragon me!" Laxus felt like his head was spinning. He'd gone very quickly from wanting to fuck Mira to being suspicious of her to spiraling to keep her. Or at least let her know he was not happy at all about losing her. "How could you do this to me, Mira? I opened up to you! I changed for you! And you're not even going to take have this conversation with non-showered me-"

"If you took a shower this morning, even if you've gone out, does that qualify you for non-showered?"

"Mira-"

"If I'm clearly not upset, Laxus," she finally sighed, "then why are you?"

The man didn't have a quick, snappy response this one. "W-Well… You're being evasive."

"Spell evasive."

"You."

Mira narrowed her eyes. "No."

Laxus narrowed his own. "Same."

And for a moment, they eyed one another until Laxus slowly lost some of his tension. Turning from the woman, he grumbled over his shoulder, "What's up then, Mira? Tell me. No games."

"This isn't a game."

"Then-"

"It's not something I want to tell you when you're all sweaty and gross."

"Is it...something good?"

"I don't know."

He huffed then, turning back to glare at her as he griped, "How do you not know? If you're the one in the know?"

"I don't know how you're going to feel, I mean."

"Did you cheat on me?"

"What? God, Laxus, no, I-"

"Then what, huh?" He huffed. "What big thing-"

"I'm pregnant, alright?"

"What?"

"I'm" Mira insisted as she sat up more, "pregnant, Laxus. I haven't been feeling well and I mentioned it to Lisanna at work and she suggested I test and-"

"Shit, Mira." He ran a hand through his hair. "How sure are you?"

"Well, I mean, not one hundred percent, but pretty sure."

"Shit."

"Before you get upset-"

"Upset?" His hand dropped and so did his chest as a heavy breath was released. He even laughed, not humorously, but rather just a run off of his adrenaline. So many different emotions had over taken him, so quickly, that he was more than a bit disoriented. Still, it was with a bright grin that he addressed his woman then, "I'm not upset, demon. I'm… Shit, I'm…"

"Well, don't cry about it," Mira giggled, still uncertain.

"I'm not." Laxus rubbed at both eyes. "I'm just…"

Amped up.

But for something that allowed no runoff.

His eyes glistened, but they weren't real tears. They were part of his adrenaline, pumping and flowing with no pay out and he wanted to run a mile. Go train again. Do something. To deplete the energy. Anything.

Dark eyes finding Mira's bright blues, he decided on anyone instead.

"Fuck, Mira," he stated, but intended on following through as he came closer to the bed still. "My baby, huh?"

The laughter was more real now, from the woman. As Laxus wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, she could smell the wilderness on him. Dirt and grime. Grass and blood. Residual wisps of electricity falling off him now, as he was unable to control it. Or himself. Just pulled her close, as she still sat on the bed and he stood beside it, her head against his abdomen, existing together for a moment

Silent.

But not for long.

"You're baby," she hummed as her laughter died down and the hand he'd been stroking at her hair with stilled. "And my baby. Of course."

"Of course." His hands were moving then, to gather her up, but as the woman complained, he only said, "Come shower with me."

"Laxus-"

"I'll carry you," he offered though he was already doing so, having snaked an arm under her knees while the other helped cradle her in his arms. Bemused, Mira grinned up at him with no complaints. "I just wanna be close to you."

"Yeah?" She waited for him to hum his assurance before adding, "A shower does sound nice."

"A baby." Laxus still felt like he was stuck in a dream. "You're gonna have my baby. Shit, I gotta get a bigger house."

"What?"

"This place is too small for a baby." Laxus shoved into the cracked bathroom with little abandon. Lowering the hand beneath her knees, he waited for the woman to take her first steps out of his arms before heading over to the shower. Toying with the faucet, he had to raise his volume over the sound of rushing water as he added, "Way too small."

"A baby is small."

"Not my baby."

"Well, I'd hope they are." Mira glanced down at her stomach then with a giggle. "It won't be much fun for me, if they're not."

"A baby." Laxus turned back to stare at his girlfriend, taking in her slender shape and soft white hair. "You're not going back to that fucking bar."

"What? Laxus-"

"There's brawls in there all the time." With the water warming, he took the two steps required to toss an arm around the woman. Pulling her in for a true hug this time, he muttered into the top of her head as she fell into him, "You can get another job. Or just stay home. Yeah. Stay home and wait for me every day."

"Fat chance."

He figured.

"I know the baker." Laxus raised his head, but didn't release her. "And the woman that runs the flower shop. Get you a cushy gig at one of them."

Mira laughed, patting at his chest, before insisting, "I'll pass."

"If you lost my baby because of that fucking job-"

"Why would you even go there?"

He wasn't sure. But he really hated her shitty job, suddenly, and all of the people that made it so shitty.

"And we have to get married."

"What?"

"My baby isn't gonna be a bastard, Mira." He huffed even as, releasing her, he started to undress for their shower. "We have to get married."

"Can't you ever just be happy for one thing without getting angry at another?"

No.

He absolutely could not.

"If you think this counts as a proposal, dragon-"

"I know, I know," he grumbled, pulling his shirt over his head. "Big, elaborate spiel, right?"

"Nice dinner, just the two of us." Mirajane did a little twirl, but felt incomplete without her flowing dress. "Expensive meal. Fancy wine."

"You're pregnant."

"You drink it then," she decided. "For me."

Laxus hated wine.

"For," he agreed, tone void, "you."

Mira sighed again, but it was a content one now. When he glanced back at the woman, it was to find her slowly lifting her shirt though her eyes were trained on the mirror that hung above the sink. Nothing showed, of course, no way, but there was something about knowing, as her pale stomach was exposed, that there was something growing in there.

That he'd put it there.

Or at least that's what Laxus thought of.

Mira mostly was lamenting all the stories she'd heard, about pregnancy forever stretching out the tummy. She was patting at it, even, as she considered the skin forever altered.

"I love you."

The woman giggled as Laxus appeared behind her in the mirror. Wrapping his arms around the woman, he rested his head in the crook of her neck as he insisted, "I love you so much, Mirajane. You have no idea."

Bringing one hand up, Mirajane watched in the mirror as she cupped his cheek and the man reveled in the feel. Softly, she assured, "I know."

"No." Laxus' face felt cold, when her hand drifted back down, so he buried it in the top of her white locks. "There's no way you do."

The water was wasting as, desired temperature met, the room began to fill with a bit of steam. Untangling themselves from the other, each took great pleasure out of stripping the other from their clothes. Without a bra or pesky dress zipper to worry about, Laxus actually enjoyed it even more than usual. Her skin already smelled like her body wash and he knew she'd bathed recently, but was willing to take this moment for him.

They kissed, before the shower, long and deep as Laxus wanted to live inside of her, her skin, her body, all of her.

Maybe he wanted to be her.

Something.

Mirajane invade all of his thoughts all of the time. From her piercing blue eyes that seemed to know, the second he walked through the door, whatever wrong he'd done and full lips, always teasing him, in small ways, when they were around others, shiny and plump. Waiting for his. He thought about her hair a lot, up or down, it didn't matter. The way her hand felt in his when they were riding on the train and he was motion sick.

Dragon

The sound of her voice when she said it, ever single time, whether playfully or filled with lust, even aggravation; they could all bring him to his knees.

He fell to them, anyways, in the shower stall. Mirajane laughed at this, at first, as they'd only just stepped under the warm spray of water, thinking he was making some play on his intent to propose before. She was even thinking up a witty retort when he grabbed her hips in both hands and rested his head against her stomach. Her giggles fell away as one of her hands came up to stroke at the water gathering in his blond hair.

"I love you," he insisted then and she didn't say anything, because he'd denied her knowledge of this before, but that was fine.

Laxus didn't want her to speak.

"Dragon!"

He wanted her to sing for him.

Mirajane's voice was so fucking beautiful, but those idiots at the hall, those other guys who told her as much, they had no fucking idea.

But he did.

He knew.

As he buried his head in her pussy, he knew everything.

Her hands were in his hair, tugging at the short locks a bit as his both breath hit her clit before his tongue. She wasn't warmed up at all for him prior to this point, but Laxus had been sporting a semi-chub for nearly the entirety of his time arriving home. Even when they were fighting, there was just something about Mirajane.

Intoxicating.

He lapped at her like a dog, completely enraptured by anything the woman was willing to give him, while his hand found his hard cock down below. Between the sensation of his palm running over himself, the hot water falling onto his back, and Mirajane's pulling at his hair, Laxus thought he was in heaven.

He had to be.

Mira fell back eventually, against one of the walls of the shower, panting as the man sat there, on his haunches, any residuals from the woman being washed down his face from the shower water. They stared at one another, not unlike before, in the bedroom, waiting.

Challenging.

Laxus didn't think of himself as very different in bed, regardless of the situation. He was a very cut and dry person. But Mirajane could be a bit of a wildcard.

In most aspects of life, honestly.

There was no rhyme or reason for it. No catalyst. Sometimes when they fucked, Mira liked him to take charge, just played the role. Others, this wasn't the case.

Blue eyes double lidded, she ordered, "Get up here."

Absolutely. Immediately.

Laxus sprang to his feet, catching the woman as she pushed off the wall, and this kiss was better than the prior, as now he'd awakened something in his girlfriend, her tongue wild as he ravished his mouth, drawing out any taste of herself lingering there. His hands found her hips, rubbing away at the indention he'd made before, when he gripped them so tightly, as he feasted on the woman. Her own found his hips, one snaking across them before finding their destination just above his crotch. He hadn't been grooming himself well, maybe, not even thinking about it the last few weeks, as Mira was able to play with the soft blond hairs that trailed further down. With deft, slight fingers, one of her hands followed the path, tickling all the little hairs on the way.

Sucking in a breath as he pulled back some, Laxus found even just the way Mira's thumb pressed over the head of his cock to be too much. This was all too much. He was too high. Pregnant.

Mira was going to have his baby.

Mira was going to suck his cock.

He was pretty certain of it, anyways, as she toyed with him gently and pressed tender kisses to the pressure point in his neck. As Laxus turned his head to the side, Mira only suckled there, other hand finding and toying with his left nipple as she said, "You'd marry me, Laxus?"

"Tomorrow. Today. Right now. Fuck." He shut his eyes. "I'm sorry, baby."

"For what?"

"I shouldda asked you sooner."

"Awh, Lax."

"I'm serious." Turning his head back to stare at her, the man insisted, "It was a mistake. Waiting this long."

"Shhh." She leaned against him, continuing to jerk at his dick as she insisted, "It's perfect. You're perfect."

"Am not." He fought a moan. "God, you thought I'd fight with you?"

"What? No. I-"

"You thought I'd get mad."

"Dragon-"

"Do you think I'm awful, demon?"

"Shut up." She let go of him and he felt cold. Both her hands came up though, to his cheeks. Grasping them in both hands, she kissed him, heavily, while the man's hands merely gathered her up once more. As he lifted her, Mirajane's legs merely found their way around the man's waist, wrapping tightly. Pressing her head against his, her wet, white hair fell over them as the woman insisted, "Never, Laxus. Ever."

"Then why," he asked as they fell forward some, "didn't you want to tell me?"

He slammed her, usually, into the shower wall, but was so gentle now. Mirajane wasn't sure if she was going to like that much. Gentle Laxus.

"It wasn't that," she sighed as he had her leveraged then, between himself and the wall. He felt secure enough of the hold, even, that he let one of his hands fall, though he still supported her with the other. He'd yet to do anything to her beautiful, full breasts and wanted one, now, as she woman spoke. His calloused fingers were slippery from the water as they finger tickled over and then cupped her right breast. "I just… We're just dating. Or I was afraid that you thought that. Cause we are. You know?"

"No."

"Laxus-"

"'We're not." He wanted to suckle at her breast, roll the purple nipple between his tongue and teeth. Nip at the sensitive white flesh it rested upon. But he had to finish thoughts first. "You're so much more to me than just some girlfriend, Mira. Shit; you're everything to me. You are me."

"Dragon…"

"I mean it." He lowered his head as his hand raised her boob, meeting it first with a kiss. Eyes still locked with the woman, he insisted, "You're my world, Mira. I tell you everything. I always wanna be able to. And for you to do the same with me."

"I do, silly." She reached out to push at his head. Laxus smiled some, at the gesture while Mirajane merely giggled before insisting lowly, "Now fuck me."

He laughed, not immediately taking her up on that. What he said before was true; the woman could be come a bit more demanding when it came to sex. But that didn't mean he was her little bitch either. She'd had some fun to his so far zero.

Mira seemed to want it too. Or at least didn't deny him when he lowered his head to suckle at her breast and he knew they'd grow, eventually, at some point, right, now? Because she was pregnant?

The idea almost made him jizz.

Fuck.

She wasn't tugging at his hair now, but rather running the pads of her fingers across his scalp, knocking away any debris (leaves and sticks and the like) left over form his training. She feel a healing cut, even, as well as the sharp intake of breath he had, when she accidentally pressed down on it. Her whispered apologies meant nothing though, weren't needed, as he only used it as a signal to move on.

He could lose himself forever in her breasts. Pale and bouncy. Pure. Perfect. Mirajane was all of those things, but he felt it more, when his head was buried in her breasts, her hands raking across his body. It was the best place to sleep, always.

But it didn't do a lot for the woman.

It never had.

She just wasn't sensitive there.

Still, there was something to be said for your partner's enjoyment. But not enough that she wanted to linger longer than necessary. Mirajane loved the love Laxus seemed to have for her body, but as always, needed more.

If he wanted more, then she needed it then.

"You mean so much to me." His hand found its place below, feeling her first before aligning himself. Her eyes were all that his could see. All he wanted to see. "Mirajane. Demon. Oh, shit, baby."

"Yeah," she sighed as he eased in and for a moment, it was just the two of them, the sound of water still falling all about, wet hair stuck to them, and slightly cold, even, as they weren't fully under the shower's spray. But Mira wouldn't make a request of the man then, finally. Everything was perfect. "Dragon."

"Nnnngmm," he groaned as his head fell to her shoulder when he withdrew. The shower always sounded like a good place to fuck, and then he was the one that had to put all his energy, all his effort, into everything. Fucking, holding her up, making sure he didn't suddenly send of a wave of electricity and electrocute her in his zeal. "I'm gonna marry you."

"Please."

"Have all these kids."

"Yes."

"Make 'em. All these kids." He was finding a rhythm, a way to rock her against him. Anything. "Fuck, Mira. Let's start a guild. Yeah? Fuck, baby. Start life. Real life. Let's grow up, huh? Raise a family as a mage. A barmaid. Fuck, we gotta-"

"Don't," she insisted as a hand came up to press under his jaw, turning his face away from her as Mira worked her hips, as best she could, to help things along, "stop."

He turned his head roughly from her and the woman mewled while he only groaned, bringing his face closer to hers. One of his hands left again, from their support position, but it was only to find her clit and press against it, hoping to bring the woman there soon.

He was going to be there soon.

"Never." He swore it, still dragging his himself in and out of her. In and out. It was too much. "Never, Mira. Demon. Baby. I love you. I love you so much."

They traded places during sex, mentally. Like a valve on the man opened, he could never shut the fuck up, just a stead stream of nonsensical consciousness. Affirmations. Declarations. She always wondered if he was like this with other women too, if he promised them forever, always. His love. Dedication.

Mira didn't talk much during sex.

The processing power that usually allowed her to babble nonstop was rerouted elsewhere. It was breathing for her. The sound. Panting. That got her hot. That did it for her. And she was doing so, against the man's ear, the pitch increasing until she was nearly silent, just sobbing, as her own hand found her clit and brushed over it quickly, better than his, more understanding.

Between her own flicking and the man's pumping, Mira was finally spent, his name on her tongue, like he liked, but with her eyes fixated on something other than him, gone for a moment, as the man continued to seek his own release.

"Fuck, demon," he groaned when he got it, pressing deeply into her as the woman weakly squeezed him, milking the man for everything. His sob felt closer to a real one as he held her when he finished, complete.

He was going to be a father.

A dad.

"I don't know how to do that," he admitted to the woman softly as they washed up, together, with lukewarm water. "Be a dad."

"Well," she hummed, "I don't either."

"That's not," he grumbled as she ran a soapy washcloth over his broad chest, "helpful."

"Ivan sucked. And my Mom died too early." Mirajane shrugged some. "Just means we'll have to learn at our own pace."

Frowning, the man thought of his own departed mother before remarking, "I know it doesn't seem like it, but… I always did want a family. And one with you, now, at that."

"I know." Her eyes were bright, but he could see the exhaustion in her gaze and knew she wasn't well. He'd find out tomorrow, when he awoke with a sore throat, that it hadn't been her pregnancy though that was giving her such a hard time…

Still, was was a little strep-throat between lovers?

"If it makes you feel better," Mirajane giggled weakly as she was hit heavier that day too, with her cold. They snuggled together with mugs of warm tea under blankets on the couch. "I probably wouldn't have taking a pregnancy test without being sick. And then you couldda gone out on a long job and by the time you got back, I'd already be so far along it would suck. Now you know not to go too far, huh?"

"Never." He was still glaring at her, as he had the entire morning, annoyed over the illness she'd passed onto him. Still though, when the woman giggled, maybe the frown died off in the man a bit as he assured the woman, "Ever again."