BlackLynx17: I am still... alive.


Title: Love At First Sight

Secret Title: Pirate Love

Summary: Wendy is a princess forced to be married at the age of 18. It wouldn't be a problem for her if she had fallen in love with her fiance, but alas fate is not too kind. Determined to runaway to chose her own love, she runs into a nice man who rescues her from her guards. Thinking this man is her one true love, she decides to escape with him. She had no idea that her true love was a no good pirate.


Chapter Twenty-Nine

Firsts


Everyone held their breath as Vermillion went into the ocean waters. She stayed there, floating above, and a sigh of relief escaped from everyone's lips. She had finally been fixed, well enough to survive a journey to South Blue without any trouble. Once they landed there she would be getting a well deserved fix up, but until then she would be sailing to her heart's desire. The crew was happy they finally would be able to get off this terrible island. With only one look behind, whispering their goodbyes, the Fairy Tail pirates were off to their new adventure.

"At least one good thing came from our ship getting blown to pieces; I'm pretty sure we don't have a rat problem anymore," Mirajane sighs delightfully, stirring her tea.

"I'm pretty sure that is because of the cats Mira, you should have seen Happy. I saw him walking around carrying a rat as big as a-"

"Natsu, please! Don't finish that sentence!" Lucy flinches, shivers running down her spine, "I do not want to remember that image."

"Hahaha, you're so girly Luce," Natsu laughs.

"No more rat problem means we no longer need the cats anymore," Elfman says.

Wendy drops her spoon, it clattering on the table spilling tea around it. Mest gulps down his drink (coffee because he'll never drink tea), ignoring the pleading eyes that are directed at him. Her tea is long abandoned now, Wendy grabbing on Mest's shoulder and tugging at his shirt.

"Mest! We can't get rid of them! I love Charlie and Happy! We have to keep them! We can't let them go, they're Fairy Tail Pirates now!" She cries.

Mest sighs out, "Wendy, what did I tell you when we first discussed this?"

"But-but-but-but-" tears really fill her eyes now and she can't speak probably anymore as sobs and cries escape her lips.

Mest looks at the others for help, but Mirajane, Lucy, and Elfman are all looking away, Natsu the only one looking back and shaking his head in disappointment at him.

"They're a handful-"

"I'll take care of them!"

"Cats aren't meant to live at sea-"

"Charlie and Happy have grown sea legs! They love it! Especially when Gray and Juvia are fishing, they always meow to get some fish!"

Mest looks down at Wendy, her eyes pleading, her cheeks all puffed out and pouting as she begs him. He doesn't know why he's fighting against her. The minute the idea got inside of her head that there were going to be cats on their ship he knew that she was going to want to keep them. No matter how much he tried to prepare, he knew that he was never going to win against her. He never does.

"Wendy-"

"Please Mest! Please!" She begs.

"They're still not allowed in our room-"

"Hooray! Yes! They get to stay! Happy and Charlie get to stay! Thank you Mest! I love you!" Wendy cheers throwing her arms around him.

"Yeah, yeah, you better make sure they don't cause any trouble." Mest mumbles, but there's a smile on his face from seeing how happy she is.

"I promise! Natsu and I already have Charlie and Happy pretty well trained, don't we Natsu? Lets go tell them the good news!" Wendy grins standing to her feet.

"You said it, I knew Mest wasn't going to get rid of them. I had a plan to keep them hidden away just in case he did change his mind though," Natsu winked at Wendy before following her away.

"The two of them... are going to tell the cats... that they can stay," Lucy says slowly and then sighs to herself, "sometimes I can't believe they're the same age as me."

"It's cute though, isn't it? Surely keeps everything lively around here," Mirajane giggles to herself.

"You said it," Elfman agrees.

Mest just shakes his head and lifts up his cup to his lips again, "I don't know why I even bother. That girl can get anything from me; all she has to do is pout out her bottom lip and flutter her eyelashes."

Lucy gets an evil glint in her eye and she reaches out to touch Mest's shoulder. She pouts her bottom lip, fluttering her eyelashes as she asks sweetly, "you think I could get a cat too Mest?"

The table explodes in laughter as Mest, Mirajane, Elfman, and Lucy all laugh together. Mest shakes his head and pats Lucy's back, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

"Good one Lucy."

She grins back at him, "I try."


"Hey, I thought that was my job," Mest asks entering the room.

Wendy looks back from her vanity mirror and smiles, "well my hair isn't long anymore, so I can finally manage it on my own now."

"Just because you can doesn't mean you should, give me that."

Mest takes the brush away from her and stands behind her, reaching out for her hair and brushing it down. It's been a tradition between them; Mest always brushing her hair whenever they wake up, or go to sleep, whenever it's messy and needs fixing, or whenever he feels like running his hands through her soft hair. Wendy stares at Mest in the mirror, a smile on his face as he stares at her hair and brushes it.

"If I told you I wanted to try it tonight, what would say Mest?"

"Hmm?" Mest hums, looking up and catching Wendy's gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

"Sleeping together, my first. What would you say?"

A small blush appears on Mest's face and he clears his voice, staring back down at her hair, "I would ask what brought this on."

Wendy shrugs, "I don't know, just feeling like it."

"I thought we agreed to move to the next step when you're ready, there's no rush."

"Exactly, no rush, I am feeling pretty adventurous and curious right now. I'm happy Mest, so lets try it. We don't have to go all the way-"

Mest starts coughing, "if you want adventure then lets look for a treasure map and follow after it. I thought my asking before was unromantic, I want it to be something special for you Wendy."

"Of course it'll be special because it'll be with you Mest. I don't need flowers, or candle light dinners, or gifts and presents. I just need you."

Mest gulps thickly and places the brush down on the counter, "if... if it's what you want."

Wendy turns around and smiles at him, lifting her arms up in the air. Mest takes a deep breath before he reaches out and grabs her, picking her up and carrying her towards the bed. He prays he remembered to lock the door, not wanting anyone to barge in on what they're about to do. The only time anyone ever does come through his door is when their ship is about to be attacked.

"You said you've done this a lot of times, right Mest?" Wendy asks getting comfortable on the bed.

"Yes, but it didn't mean anything." Mest tells her.

Wendy blinks and tilts her head, "when was the last time you've done it?"

Mest pauses and thinks, "... obviously before I met you in Fiore... maybe a month before I landed in your kingdom? I don't know, does it matter?"

"Just trying to think about how long it has been for you. I mean, I hear the stories, and everyone talking about how wonderful it is, and I've studied it of course because I had to know what to expect on my wedding night back home, but I hear all these things about it being fantastic and feeling great and how they can't survive without it, so it leaves me to wonder how you have been able to survive all this time without it."

Mest chuckles lightly to himself, "well it isn't like breathing Wendy, isn't necessary to live. It's more like... a luxury in life. It's like... eating food without spices. Food is still food without it, you can survive just on bland food, but the spices make everything taste so much better."

Wendy raises an eyebrow, a coy smile on her face, "you're comparing sex to food?"

"You know what I mean. Yes I used to... sleep around a lot, but that was all just for fun. I never really had a connection with anyone. I would only do it to relieve my pent up emotions and stress. Once I met you though I didn't look at anyone else. I didn't feel like being with anyone else. You... caught my attention, and all that pent up emotions and stress disappeared along with it. I didn't feel the need to sleep around anymore, not when I had you."

"So you didn't feel the urge to have sex with me at all?" Wendy asks, curious now.

Mest's entire face goes red and he babbles on for a couple of seconds, "well- I mean- it wasn't like-I- I-... I felt attracted to you, if that's what you're asking."

"That is what I'm asking. So you did?"

Mest rolls away from Wendy and covers his face with his hand, "on a couple of occasions. I knew better to though, I didn't want to take advantage, you didn't know your feelings yet and I felt horrible every time my mind went to that."

Wendy giggles and lays on her side, rubbing her fingers on top of his head, "you really did take good care of me, didn't you Mest?"

Mest doesn't say anything.

"I'm realizing it more and more every single day. You've loved me for so long, even when I didn't notice... thank you Mest. I'm so happy you are my husband."

Mest turns around and glances at Wendy; she's being honest, there is nothing but pure love and adoration in her eyes. He reaches out and brushes his fingers against her hair, his heart racing in his chest.

"I... so, how do you want to do this?"

Wendy blinks at him and smiles, "well you're the expert, you tell me. I'm in your hands Mest."

Mest rolls his eyes, "I wouldn't say expert-"

"I know, I'm only teasing."

Mest chuckles, happy they can tease about it now. He remembers when she used to get so jealous and angry when she heard his past, getting drunk and ignoring him. She's really matured since they first met. He leans up from the bed and reaches for the bottom of his shirt, figuring that this is as good as a place to start as any. He pulls his shirt off of him and throws it on the floor. He's surprised to see Wendy leaning up and staring intensely at his chest. He feels a little self conscious, but doesn't move to hide away as he lets her stare.

"Can I?" She asks, wiggling her fingers as she lifts up her hand.

Mest clears his throat and nods his head. She reaches out and places her hand on his pecs, giving it a soft squeeze. She giggles and then places her other hand on him, letting her fingers glide across his skin. They follow the cracks and lines, trailing down his stomach, around his waist, back up his ribs (making Mest laugh at that), stopping at his shoulders. Wendy runs one hand down his right shoulder, tracing the tattoo he has here.

"When you get this?" She asks.

"About a year after I joined Fairy Tail."

She hums, "I've seen this on everyone onboard. It's your flag symbol, right?"

"Yup. Our first captain drew it when she created Fairy Tail."

"She?" Wendy asks, a bit shocked.

"Yeah, girls can be pirates too. Hahaha, her name was Mavis Vermillion. The ship was named after her. She believed in fairies and sailed off on an adventure to find them; we kind of do the same, looking for more sparkling treasures than fairies, but we still like to live up to her legacy."

"You're going to have to tell me all about her story one day. I like this a lot now, maybe I should get one?"

"No." Mest tells her sternly.

"But Mest-"

"You are not tainting your skin and getting a tattoo anywhere on your body Wendy. That's final."

"You can't tell me-mmph," Wendy is interrupted when Mest presses his lips firmly against her own.

"We're not discussing this now, or ever again. Weren't we in the middle of something else?"

Wendy pouts, but continues to feel her way over him again. She can't help it, she's really curious. She's never touched a man before. Sure she's seen a lot of shirtless ones over the past year because pirates have no modesty, but it's different when it's Mest. She actually likes seeing him shirtless. She likes seeing all of his muscles spread out, how tan he looks, his tattoo, where his pants cover him up, the dips of his pelvis. Mest shivers every time she touches him below his ribs.

"You look good," she mumbles softly.

Mest snorts and looks down at her, "what?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to say. I like how you look, I like touching you like this. I always wanted, and wondered, but was too embarrassed to ask. How could I have brought it up anyway? Hey Mest, can you take off your shirt for me while you walk around the ship? Thanks." Wendy shakes her head at herself, stupid.

Mest laughs harder, "all you need to do is ask Wendy and I'll give you anything; I can see the embarrassing part though, I don't think the crew would have appreciated me walking around half naked for you. They barely like it when we kiss."

Wendy giggles and pulls her hand away. Well, Mest did the first part. It was only fair that she would return the favor. She reaches for the buttons on her shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. By the time she gets to the second one though Mest reaches out and stops her hands.

"Mest?" Wendy asks looking up at him.

His eyes are wide and he's blushing brightly, "ah- I... I'm sorry. Just, automatic reaction I guess... I'm not used, I mean I do want to see, but if you're not ready- just don't force yourself!" He spits out at the end.

Wendy smiles warmly at him. She knows she's ready for this, but it seems like Mest might not be prepared as he thought he was.

"Can you kiss me Mest?" She asks sweetly.

Mest blinks at her before nodding his head, "sure."

He leans over and presses their lips together, their tongues dancing against one another. Wendy starts leaning back to lie in the bed, and Mest follows, hovering over her as he gently places her down. Her hands move to his chest, sliding up to his shoulders, and holding his head tightly in her arms as she pushes him down more. Mest breaks apart and starts giving her butterfly kisses up and down her neck, trying to catch his breath and calm his heart. When their lips meet again Wendy grabs his hands and bring them to the side of her hips. She raises them up, letting Mest feel her body, feel the dips of her side, the bumps of her chest- Mest pulls away abruptly and hisses, but Wendy's hands are quick to grab his head and pull him back down to her again.

She kisses him with feeling and when Mest gets over his embarrassment, he lets his hands wander. How many times has he held her in his arms without ever really touching her? How many times has she flung herself on him and he had to make sure his hands never wander? Now she was giving him permission to and Mest couldn't find himself to take advantage of it. He was too used to playing the good guy. He needed to remember his old self, Mest the scoundrel, Mest the playboy who could swoon a woman in a matter of seconds and take her home minutes later. He dug his fingers into her flesh, wanting to feel it, wanting to feel her real skin, her warmth. He doesn't think, he just lets instincts take over. His hands find their way under her shirt and Wendy shivers from his cold touch. They run across her stomach, up higher, pressing against her chest.

Wendy squeaks and pulls away, her face entirely red. Mest freezes, apologizes on his lips, but she's shaking her head at him. She takes a moment, but she shakes her head and then nods and tells him it's okay.

"You just surprised me, that's all," she mumbles, gnawing on her bottom lip.

"Um," he gulps, "maybe-"

"No, we're good. Just... um..." this is turning awkward.

It isn't like in the books she's borrowed from Erza. She's read about the passion, about the heat. There's no hesitation, there's no thinking about it. There's just this raw energy between the two lovers and they attack each other in a frenzy. This isn't anything like that though. Sure Wendy feels desire, but she's also afraid, and nervous. She knows what to expect, but she doesn't know what to feel either. It's all so new and- Wendy takes a deep breath and grabs Mest's hand, putting them back on her breasts. There, it isn't awkward (maybe a little), she'll get used to his pressure. Mest feels like he's about to have a nosebleed and without really thinking about it, he gives her a squeeze.

Wendy flinches, her eyes closing as an erotic moan escapes from her lips. He feels his blood rushing towards his bottom half and pulls his hands away.

"I can't- I'm good for the night!" He blurts out then quickly shakes his head, "I mean-gosh Wendy, I don't know what's wrong with me. It feels like the first time ever with you, and I'm messing up, and I don't know why, and I'm just- ugh, my hands won't stop sweating... I feel too nervous to please you." He moans.

Wendy blinks her eyes, staring as Mest pulls his legs up to his chest and away from her. She starts giggling softly, not believing her eyes. She was supposed to be the embarrassed one. She's the one who had no experience at all with any of the things they were doing. He was the one who has been with women before, yet he was acting just like her. He couldn't help it though. She meant so much more, he was risking so much more with her. If he hurt her, if he did something wrong, if he didn't please her enough, it would kill him. He was nervous and scared to be with her; he didn't want to let her down.

"We can stop here if you want Mest... just promise not to put your shirt back on," she teases, a smile on her lips.

Mest looks up from his sulking, a small smile appearing on his on face when he sees her. He nods his head and goes back to lay in bed, Wendy curling up around him and pressing her head on his naked chest. She hears how fast his heart is beating right now; he really wasn't lying. He really was nervous.

"I-..." Mest starts.

"We can try again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, until we're comfortable with each other. One step at a time, remember?"

"Yeah," he mumbles.

He brings his arm around her waist... pauses... does the very brave thing of slipping his hand underneath her shirt, and just traces small patterns against her bare back. Wendy shivers at first, but relaxes and actually quite enjoys having his touches on her.

"Night husband." She yawns tiredly.

Mest closes his eyes and relaxes, "night wife."