Hi lovely readers, it's me again!

Back with another request piece, this time requested by the lovely TerraXAqua, this was a real delight to write. I really hope you enjoy it, let me know your thoughts!

I'll be totally honest, I got really sucked into the whole Cana and Macao side of things, and it has really made me want to write a Cana x Macao story. Would anyone like that as a request, obviously to your specifications?

Remember, my requests are open! Let me write your kinks 😉

Oh, sweet bliss, how did I end up like this? If he does that again I'm going to come like a fucking train…

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Cana Alberona was getting decidedly desperate. It had been two whole weeks since she was last taken care of. She could feel the stress of her situation weighing her down, the tightness in her shoulders becoming unbearable for the young woman.

Who knew she would get so wound up over missing a foot massage? It was her guilty little secret, one that no one in Fairy Tail knew of, and she planned on keeping it that way. No one ever noticed or mentioned, that she disappeared from the guildhall at exactly 2pm every since Tuesday and returned in a much brighter and friendlier mood two hours later.

Katra was a damn goddess, her fingers worked like magic on Cana's feet, she would almost swear blind that it was magic if Cana didn't know that Katra simply did not possess any. She was also a dear friend now; well, it is hard to not become good friends when you spend so much time in each other's company. Cana knew that Katra's sister was in ill health, it was something she spoke of often, with Cana listening raptly and throwing in advice whenever it was deemed appropriate.

The morning that Cana received the hastily scrawled note, she knew things had taken a turn for the worse. Katra had left for Crocus to help look after her sister's children, and hopefully nurse her sister back to health. She knew it was selfish, but that small bitter part of her longed for Katra's return, and that made her mood darken further.

"Penny for your thoughts kiddo?" the deep voice called out to her, breaking her from her dark musings. Cana looked up into the kind face of Macao, his eyes twinkling with pure mischief as he moved to sit opposite her at the table.

Cana let out an agitated grunt, "Stop calling me kiddo, you aren't even old enough to be my dad you dumbass." Macao merely chuckled as Cana squirmed in her seat, she seriously hated it when he acted all 'fatherly' towards her. Little did he know that her actual dad would likely plant him six feet under if he ever discovered the deeply hidden feelings she had for the slightly older Macao. But then that would mean telling him, and her dearest dad didn't even know she was his daughter…

She was always careful not to examine the feelings too closely, they scared her, and quite frankly she didn't need the hassle. "Sorry Cana, I can't help myself sometimes," he grinned, rubbing at the back of his neck as she watched him through her lowered gaze.

I'll bet you can't.

"You doing alright? You definitely seem tense these past few days," he continued, his kindly eyes crinkling in genuine concern. He watched as Cana lifted her drink to her lips, draining the contents and wiping the back of her hand over her mouth.

She had to do something, if people were starting to notice her bad mood, then it was time she acted. Her mind buzzed with ideas, each one more ludicrous than the last. How could she manipulate herself into a situation where she ended up getting a god damn foot rub? Macao waved his hand in front of Cana's face impatiently, "snap out of it girl! You've been drinking too much again, haven't you?" His scowl was disapproving, Cana's heart gave a small pang, but she could not let herself dwell on it, not now.

Fuck it, she going to go for it.

"Hey Macao, speaking of drinking too much, fancy a drinking contest? Loser has to do the winner one favour, you up for it big guy?" she slurred, a faint blush crept over his ears as he listened to her proposal. Cana was amazed, maybe her feelings weren't entirely one sided as she had assumed.

She watched in giddy amusement as Macao stumbled away from the table, his knees banging into the solid wood in his hurry to retreat. "Oh no Cana, there is absolutely no way I am falling for that!" he rushed out, backing away from her as his face turned a lovely shade of red.

Cana couldn't help herself; the moment was just too perfect. She pouted up at Macao, fluttering her lashes as she purred, rolling his name almost indecently, "why Macao, what favour would you ask of me?" It worked exactly as predicted, the flustered male broke into a sweat as he gazed down at the lovely figure of Cana, she had pressed her arms together on the table, emphasising her already ample cleavage.

He ran for it, his long white coat flapping in the wind as he tore out of the guildhall doors.

"Coward!" Cana yelled after him, before turning her attention to who else she could persuade into the contest. Her eyes drifted over Loke; he would likely be up for it, but he was a bit preoccupied with the blonde firmly seated on his lap. He caught her looking, giving a quick wink before his mouth was ravaged by the blonde tramp. Ugh.

Gray strolled past the table, for once fully dressed, much to Cana's utter disappointment. That boy was a feast for the eyes, her gaze lingered on him a little longer, mulling over the idea of the raven-haired male firmly pressing his calloused fingers into her tender flesh. The idea had merit, she was getting to her feet to approach him, but before she could move, he ripped a job request sheet from the board, waving it at Mirajane for approval and strolled right out the damn door. She could curse her continuing bad luck.

A stream of profanities left her lips, annoyance twisting deep inside her gut as she swung back around. A pink head caught her eye, Natsu was sat not too far from her munching his way through a mountain of food whilst Happy nattered away to him incessantly. Her gaze assessed him with cunning precision, he was the same age as her, strong, friendly, and most importantly, naïve.

Her lips twisted into a wicked smirk as she stalked towards him, her hips swaying with exaggeration with each step. She could practically feel the soles of her feet tingle at the prospect of the warming touch of the Salamander. Her bare toes glided across the rough floor to his table, she slammed her fist down hard in her excitement.

Natsu jumped, his gaze travelling up Cana's body as she leant over the table, he finally looked her in the eyes and audibly swallowed. "You're always up for a challenge, aint that right Salamander?" Cana drawled, her hips swaying behind her as she dared him to look away from her face.

The pink haired male puffed at the prospect of a challenge, leaping to his feet with determination, his eyes smouldering as he sized Cana up. "Looking for a fight Cana, I'm all fired up!"

Cana placed her hands on Natsu's strong shoulders, pushing him back into his seat, "not the kinda challenge you are thinking of pinkie. I challenge you to a drinking contest, loser has to do one teeny favour for the winner. You in?" she asked, her eyebrow cocking as Natsu scowled in confusion.

She had to act quickly, the more he thought on it, the less likely he was to agree. There was no way in hell that Natsu would be able outdrink her, he barely touched alcohol, and on the few occasions he had, he passed out in mid fight with Gray.

"Uh, I don't know Cana…" he trailed off, looking away sheepishly.

Cana scoffed, her voice rising so more people could hear the exchange, "Surely the great and powerful Natsu isn't declining a challenge? He must be losing his touch."

It worked like a treat.

She was beginning to retreat, sighing in disappointment when his steely grip tightened on her wrist, pulling her to a stop as she turned back to him. "I'm in! When I win, I expect a home cooked meal everyday for a week," he announced for the entire guild to hear.

Cana smiled, leaning in she whispered, "when I win, you will give me a foot rub until I am fully satisfied." A puzzled expression crossed the Dragon Slayer's face, but it was quickly replaced with his trademark toothy grin,

"You're on!" the pair shook on it, and Cana wanted to squeal her delight to the world. She was so looking forward to beating his sorry ass later this evening.

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Natsu was dead ass drunk.

He had barely consumed a third of what Cana would normally drink in a regular evening session. She, on the other hand, was only lightly buzzed, and that made the victory all the sweeter. The poor boy was sliding from his stool sideways. Cana's eyes roamed the room and stopped on the sight of Wakaba heatedly whispering to Macao, the pair throwing glances at Cana and Natsu from time to time. What was going on there? A mystery for another time perhaps.

The brazen brunette smacked Natsu hard on the arm, finally sending him flying to the floor. He groaned in pain, curling into a foetal position as he rubbed his stomach, a loud fiery belch leaving his mouth. Cana laughed long and hard, tears were starting to form in her eyes from the sheer delight she was taking in Natsu's defeat.

"I win, bitch!" she yelled happily, throwing her arms in the air, spilling beer all over the table in her rushed movements. "Meet me back here, in the library at 2pm tomorrow pinkie. Imma get my feet rubbed sooo good," she quietly cooed the last part to the prone Salamander, prodding him mercilessly until he grunted his agreement.

Cana slept like a baby that night.

The next day was beautiful, the weather was the perfect combination of warm and breezy. Cana skipped to the guildhall, her heart a flutter with excitement. She had already taken a long bath, pampered herself with as many lotions and potions she could get her hands on and now her tootsies were practically thrumming with anticipation.

She was first to arrive in the quiet hush of the library, she was very glad she didn't have to shoo Levy out, apparently, she was out with Jet and Droy on a mission, hallelujah!

Cana found herself tapping her nails irritably on the desk as she waited for Natsu to arrive, she didn't relish the prospect of dragging his sorry ass out of bed, but she would if he did not arrive in the next two minutes.

Luckily for the Salamander, he strolled through the doors, not a moment too soon. He looked a little rough around the edges, but given how bad he was last night, Cana was relieved that his hangover wasn't as terrible as it could have been.

"About time loser," Cana teased, lifting her bare foot, and wiggling her toes as Natsu dropped into the chair opposite. His brow scrunched in annoyance at her teasing words before his head fell backwards, staring dazedly up at the ceiling.

Cana cleared her throat loudly, her left foot inching its way along Natsu's thigh like a wriggly caterpillar. He looked up at her suddenly, his face was set with a fiery determination, and Cana gasped, wide eyed at the intensity of the look. "I am going to give you the best god damn foot massage you've ever had, get ready!" he half yelled, gripping her foot tightly and pulling it firmly into his lap.

"O-ok Natsu," she stammered, her fingers curling under the edges of her chair. Why was her heart hammering? His rough fingers began to heat as he studied her foot, assessing where to begin. It made Cana want to curl her toes, but she fought the action, letting him take his time to work out how to do this.

He gazed quickly at the little bottle of aromatherapy oil that Cana had brought with her, he lifted the bottle and gave it a quick sniff. The scent wafted towards her, lavender and honeysuckle wrapping her senses in familiar comfort. Natsu squeezed a small amount on to his fingers and rubbed them together experimentally, watching intently as the oil coated his fingers.

Something about watching him process this new experience was bothering the brunette. She suddenly felt uncomfortable sitting opposite him in only her teal bikini top and chocolate coloured tight capri pants, it felt oddly intimate.

Natsu let out a low huff as his large hands glided over the surface of Cana's foot, spreading the oil in its wake. The Salamander had heated his hands to the perfect temperature, enough to warm the oil and her skin, enough to make her want to moan out from how deliriously good it felt.

Cana would swear he had done this before if she didn't know differently. His dexterous fingers assessed her foot, seeking out every little ache and tension point. The calloused texture of the pads of his fingers were doing more than simply alleviating the stress from her foot, Cana could feel a thin layer of sweat forming on her bare skin.

It was as if Natsu's fingers were pressing on other, far more intimate parts of her body, and Cana simply didn't know what to do. Should she stop him or let him continue? Her mouth opened to halt him, but at that moment he pressed down firmly on the instep of her foot and she simply lost all semblance of words from her head.

His fingers stilled for the merest of seconds as the tiniest of squeaks slipped through her lips; Cana bit down hard, tasting the tang of her blood as she attempted to supress her growing pleasure.

She screwed her eyes tightly shut, refusing to look at the pink haired male that was turning her into putty in his skilled hands, totally oblivious to her shifting desires. Who ever ended up claiming this man, was a lucky girl indeed. Cana mused on whether she had been wrong writing him off for her own enjoyment. Natsu had always seemed so innocent and wholly uninterested in matters of carnal pleasure, maybe she should test the theory…

Natsu rubbed each toe with careful precision, a low humming rumbling up his throat as he continued his methodical work. Cana was beside her, her nails were pressing deeply into the palms of her hands, little crescent moons forming from the pressure she was applying. A deep twisting knot was growing in her lower stomach, this was definitely not something she had ever experienced at the hands of Katra. She would have been mortified if it had been the case, but with Natsu, it was different, decadent even.

Her skin felt hot, she knew that her face was probably more than a little flushed, and she was thankful that the Salamander had his eyes cast down whilst he worked. As he finally switched feet, her now truly pampered left foot hung limply as she prepared to experience it all over again with the right.

Cana was coming apart at the seams, she could barely contain the shallow pants that were now leaving her body. She desperately wanted to press her thighs together, but the fear of Natsu noticing kept her from acting on the impulse.

As his fingers repeated the actions of exactly what he had done with her left foot, the brunette was barely clinging on by a thread. She knew damn well that panties were damp, the deep knot twisted to an unbearable level of tension that threatened to burst at any second. Cana finally allowed herself to gaze at Natsu, she watched his unruly pink hair move as he worked, her fingers itched to run through it.

His broad shoulders rippled from the movement of his hands; Cana admired the way his muscles moved under his tanned skin. She watched in heated fascination at the rise and fall of his chest, his open vest not hiding anything from her sight, and she desperately wanted to purr her approval.

Cana could sense that he was almost done, it was now or never if she was going to make a move. Butterflies sprang into life in her stomach, did she dare?

Natsu's fingers pressed firmly on her big toe and she was undone. Her whole body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, her back bowed of the chair and her thighs trembled from the crashing waves of her release.

It took Cana a minute or two to realise that Natsu had removed his hands from her, her right foot still resting on his lap but now entirely untouched. Her body still sensitive to every miniscule movement, she opened her eyes to be met with Natsu's deep onyx gaze.

His entire face was the same colour as his hair, his mouth hanging open in utter confusion and shock. Cana could no longer suppress the laughter that filled her chest, she rocked with the strength of her giggles.

Natsu couldn't stand up fast enough, Cana was quick to grab on to his hips before he could flee from the room. "You know, I'd be happy to return the favour," she whispered heatedly, gazing up at him through hooded lids.

The stammering noises from his throat were so damned adorable, Cana had been right, he was too innocent for her lust. Maybe in a few years, he'd finally be ready, and Cana hoped that whatever girl got his affection and desire in the end, relished it. She watched as he sprinted from the room, slumping back in the chair as she enjoyed the peace of the moment.

The boy was right, that was the best god damn foot massage she had ever had.

Smiling like the cat who just got the creamiest of all cream, she walked on shaky legs back to the main guildhall. She called out to Mira behind the bar, "hey, did you see where Natsu went?"

Mira tipped her head to the side, a knowing smile flitting across her pretty face, "apparently, he heard a rumour that someone is calling themselves the Salamander, and he has gone to find out if it's Igneel, or someone pretending to be him. He left in quite a hurry!"

Cana rolled her eyes, surely, she wasn't that scary? "Anyone seen Macao?" she called out loudly for everyone to hear, she needed to have a few words with him all of a sudden…