BlackLynx17: I'm sorry. I could not find the drive to upload this story, and then on the one day I did my laptop was dead, so I had to charge it and then I just forgot. I'm going to try and upload multiple chapters to make up for the past month, at least four. I hope people are still reading this. Thank you.

Also, I do not have a beta so there are mistakes in my writing.

THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!


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 Thirty-Five

Fun Times


"Mest? What are you doing here?"

Mest flinches as he's found and peeks out of his hiding spot. He relaxes when he sees it's only Erza and falls back into his seat, gathering his papers up into a neat pile.

"Nothing, some work, charting, maps," he answers, a little jumpy.

Erza raises an eyebrow, but doesn't comment on how he's acting, "okay. Wendy was looking for you earlier-"

"Please don't tell her I'm here."

It's silent in the room.

"What did you do?"

Mest looks appalled, "excuse me? What makes you think I did something wrong?"

"Because it's usually your fault and you gave me permission to beat you up if you hurt her again, so tell me."

His eyes narrow, "I'll have you know Erza that I didn't do anything to her... it's what she's doing to me," he whispers at the end.

"Excuse me?".

"I just... want to relax. I just want a break, okay?! I'm exhausted! I just need a moment to myself!" Mest freaks out.

Erza has no idea what to think of her captain right now. He's going crazy; of course he is, he hasn't had a good night's sleep, nor a relaxing afternoon to himself, or slept in for as long as he wants in days... days...

"Mest? What is going on?"

Mest gulps and leans his elbow on the table, running his hands through his hair.

"I'm old." He mumbles.

Erza blinks, "I highly doubt that; you're only a year older than me, so if you're old, then what am I?" She asks.

"No, no, I mean, I just can't keep up with her. I don't think I could have even if I was her age, I don't know where she gets the energy from, but I'm exhausted. I'm so tired Erza and I never thought I would be saying this but all I want to do at night is sleep."

She's not understanding a single thing he's telling her. She walks over to the table and sits down on it, pressing a hand against Mest's forehead. He doesn't have a fever, but he's speaking delirious. She leans in and stares at his eyes.

"You have bags, are you getting sleep?"

"No, haven't you been listening?!" Mest snaps at her.

"Geez, calm down. What's been keeping you up at night?"

Mest closes his mouth.

"Whatever it is just stop doing it and you'll feel better."

"I can't, not when she asks like that."

Erza blinks, "she... is Wendy the one who is keeping you up at ni-oh."

It all of a sudden makes sense. Mest groans and covers his face with his hands again, shaking his head.

"I can't keep up. I'm so tired, but she just wants me to keep going and going and going."

She doesn't really know what to say, so she just reaches out and pats his shoulder a few times, "Mest... why is she- haven't you been- I don't want to ask too much. Not only because it's too personal, but also because I don't want the image burned into my mind."

"We never, we were waiting, even after we were married. We did it for the first time a while ago and now she's hooked. Erza, what do I do? I've been avoiding her all day! All day every day, but she keeps finding me! Please, please, you have to help me! Hide me!" Mest begs, grabbing onto the bottom of her shirt.

"Ah- Mest! Stop acting like this, just tell her no next time! Just say you want to sleep-"

"Hahahahaha!" Mest laughs darkly, "you try telling that to her when she gives you that look, her eyes getting all soft, her lips so juicy, I can't resist! It's killing me though, but the thought of refusing her when she looks like that. There's no one in existence who could resist her."

"Mest, calm down, are you listening? Mest-"

"Mest?! Mest?! Mest! There you are, I was looking for you." Wendy smiles walking into the room.

Mest flinches and let's go of Erza; Erza blinks and smiles softly at her.

"Hi Wendy."

"Hi Erza! Are you guys busy? Do you think I could borrow Mest for a minute? I need to... talk to him," Wendy says, the last bit shyly.

She's laces her fingers, her head down, but her eyes peeking up at Mest from underneath her eyelashes. A soft blush appears on her cheeks and she's chewing on her bottom lip slightly- ah, Erza sees it now. The reason why he can't resist. Mest sees it too and feels his throat go dry. He goes to stand up from his seat.

"Yes Wend-"

"Actually, we are busy. Do you mind coming back later? I'll send him your way when we're done." Erza interrupts.

Wendy's face falls, "oh."

"Erza, we're not-" Mest grunts when she punches him in the stomach. He falls back into his seat and huddles over.

"Yup, busy." She nods.

Wendy raises both eyebrows, but doesn't say anything. It must be important if Mest wants to escape from her. She nods her head and heads for the door again.

"Okay, I'll be at our room at the inn Mest. Come whenever you can, quickly." Wendy waves good bye before she leaves.

Mest struggles to look up, still clutching at his stomach, "what in the world did you do that for?"

"What? I thought you wanted rest."

"But was the punch really necessary?" He grunts.

Erza shrugs, "you shouldn't have said anything. You asked for my help, remember?"

Mest groans and places his head on the table, "but did you see the look in her eyes? She was disappointed. She wanted me and I let her down."

She sighs and places a hand on his shoulder, "Mest, you have to be honest with her. What do you think Wendy wants more? Her desires being satisfied even if it means your suffering? Or for you to tell her the truth so she can help you? I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure if you keep going at it like this it will kill you."

Mest snorts, "I've never heard of a death due to-"

"Just shut up and listen, okay? Don't do this to her, with her. Understand? Tell her the truth. You two are normally so good with talking, so just talk."

Mest sighs and runs his hands through his hair, "fine. I know you're right... I'm going to do it later though, tonight. You got me a few hours to myself, so I'm going to use them."


"Mest? You don't look so good," Wendy mumbles pulling away.

"I'm fine," he tells her, pulling her head back down to press their lips together.

He tries to restart the heavy make-out session, but she's pulling away again, pressing her hands against his chest to keep him away.

"Don't lie to me, I'm a doctor Mest. It's my job to know these things. What's wrong? Did Erza push you too hard today?" She asks, sticking her bottom lip out cutely as she wonders.

Mest gulps heavily. He's supposed to be telling her the truth, they're supposed to be honest, but how can he resist her when she's so tempting? He feels ready now, that all of this will be worth it, but the moment after he's going to feel like his soul left his body and is going to be completely exhausted after one round. Wendy sees how hard he is thinking and pulls away from him completely now, sitting on a little corner of their bed as she stares.

"I don't want to talk about it tonight Wendy." He can't talk about it when she's tempting him and making him want her so much.

"Maybe we should rest for tonight then? I mean, I don't want to make you even more exhausted than you already look. I'm fine with just cuddling." She smiles lightly.

Mest blinks, God blessing her soul. He holds his arms open and she crawls back into them, worming her head to lay in the crook of his neck. She rests on top of him and sighs out peacefully...

"Mest?"

"I... I can't help it," Mest grunts out embarrassed.

He got into his mind that they were going to do it tonight, so the blood had already started rushing to his bottom member. Wendy giggles as she looks up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Maybe we should? Just one time, to help you."

He would love that. It might kill him. Once couldn't hurt. He's going to die.

"Wendy I'm exhausted!" His mouth blurts out before he realizes what he's saying.

Wendy tilts her head at him and narrows her eyes, "what?"

"Nothing! I mean, no, I need to be honest. I love you, so much, and I want to do anything to please you, and I love it when we make love, I never want to stop, except... I do sometimes because I'm not as young and energetic as you anymore and doing it all day is really, really making me exhausted to the point where I started hiding so I could get some rest. I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner, but just... I didn't want to deny you anything."

Wendy stills in his arms, her face turning a very bright red. Have they really been doing it so much? After that first night, and that morning in the tub... they did it again that night, and the next morning, and during the afternoon... she's become a sex fiend! She couldn't help it though, everything just feels so good, she wanted to keep feeling this way, and just- it wasn't fair! He was more used to it than her, that's the only reason why she wanted it more often! But he- she was making him, forcing him, because he wanted to give it to her and just...

"Wendy, please whatever you're thinking say it out loud. We need to talk about this."

"I'm sorry," She squeaks, shame filling her entire body.

"Don't be sorry, don't ever be sorry. I feel it too Wendy, I'm right there beside you. I just... can't keep up with you sometimes. Not day after day, I'm sorry that I've failed you."

"But you haven't! Each time you make me feel loved and wonderful! I just want to always feel that way, which is why I want to do it so much- eep!" Wendy blushes, covering her mouth.

A sly smirk appears on Mest's lips and he brushes her hair away from her face, "oh no, what was that? I make you feel what way Wendy?"

"I'm going to bed! Good night!" She huffs, wrapping herself around in blankets.

"But I'm really feeling up to it right now though Wendy. Your kind words have awoken a beast inside me. Please? Please wife?" Mest asks, pressing kisses against the back of her neck.

Wendy shivers and moans as his hands work their way underneath her shirt, playing with her breasts. They tease and pinch, making her breath quicken.

"I think I can satisfy you for one round. What do you say love?"

She spins around and smashes their lips together, tugging at his hair to get him closer. Mest chuckles into the kiss as he pulls her on top of him. She straddles him while his hands rub her butt as she sucks his face off.

"I've created a little monster," Mest laughs when she parts.

"It's not funny," Wendy pouts down at him, "all I want to do is have you inside of me 24/7. Will I ever calm down?"

"Of course, you're still young. I was like that too when I first slept with someone- ah, I mean, it's different for guys than it is for girls. You mature faster, so I'm sure you'll be fine in a couple of more days. Then again, I can see why you can't resist me. I am the best you've ever had," he teases.

Wendy rolls her eyes, but she's giggling as she strokes his cheeks.

"Maybe you should rest-"

"But Wendy!" He begins to whine.

"Ah, let me finish, you should rest, while I do all the work."

Mest pauses and blinks at her, "what?"

Wendy smirks, "well, it's not fair that you're always on top. It's my turn now, you can just lay there and rest while I make you feel good."

Mest blinks again, "who told you about that?"

She flinches and leans up, "no one," she looks away.

"Wendy-"

"Alright, I read it in one of Erza's erotic books. I know the basics about riding you, so I can do it! Just stay there and let me," Wendy says pulling his pants down.

"I'm going to kill her. Wendy, you shouldn't be reading those- ah-" Mest gasps, forgetting what he was saying as Wendy wraps her hand around his member.

She runs her hands up and down his shaft, squeezing gently. Mest groans and falls back into the pillows, thrusting his hips up into her hands.

"This position reminds me of when I handcuffed you to our bed."

"Don't even think about it," Mest grunts out of clenched teeth.

Wendy giggles and releases him, crawling on top of him to press a small kiss against his nose, "really? Not ever? You'd never want me to have my way with you again?"

"Do you remember how much of a disaster that was? And do we really have to talk about it now with my 'problem' between us?" Mest asks.

"After was a disaster, but during I had a lot of fun. Tsk, tsk, so impatient Mest. You're sounding like me," Wendy giggles leaning back up.

But she was also getting just as impatient as well. She's been wanting him since earlier this afternoon, so maybe they should cut the talking and get to business.

"Nah, I wouldn't say that I'm that impa-ah-ah!" Mest moans when Wendy lowers himself onto him.

She's moaning as well, her eyes shutting close as she slowly eases him inside of her. She really should have prepared first, but Mest seemed like he would have taken over after pumping his fingers inside of her. She could have played with herself, but doing so in front of him... it would have been so embarrassing. Mest licks his lips as he sees his wife on top of him in all her naked glory, bringing his hands up to hold her hips.

"Tell me when I can move, love," he says to her.

"No way, I'm doing all the work, remember? You just lay there and relax while I start," she grinds herself down on him.

A deep throated moan escapes from Mest's lips. She's going so slow it's painful, but it also feels so great and seeing her bounce on top of him is so erotic he feels himself growing harder than before. Wendy spreads her fingers across Mest's chest and tosses her head back, mouth opening to a perfect 'o' shape as she lets out gasps and moans. She loved going fast and hard with Mest, she loved it when he grabbed her hair and slammed into her, but this, this was something they were going to have to try again in the future. She liked setting the pace, loved hearing him underneath her. She looks down at Mest and pauses for a second.

He's giving her such a strong gaze. Doesn't even seem to be blinking, his eyes staring so hard on her that she feels her whole body heating up. He doesn't want to miss a single moment of her like this. He wants to remember every detail and commit it to his memory.

"St-stop staring," Wendy whispers, biting her bottom lip.

"But you're so beautiful, so sexy, I have to. Please continue, I need you Wendy."

He reaches out to cuff her face, tracing her bruised red lips with his finger. He wants more, more of her sounds, more of her cries, more of her calling out his name. He jerks his hips forward and Wendy's eyes close, a moan escaping from her mouth.

"You want to be in charge, right? Well finish what you started. This is killing me," Mest tells her.

Wendy nods her head and lifts herself up, grinding against him again. She starts bouncing, Mest bringing his hands back to her waist and digging his fingers deep enough to make bruises as he meets her strides. He can only last a few more seconds, the pressure of keeping everything in too much for him. Wendy smiles dreamily as she watches his face scrunch up as he calls out her name. His body falls back against the bed and she just continues to smile, lying down on top of him and wiping away his sweat from his face.

"Just... one second... I'll help you finish."

"Don't worry," she tells him softly, "I'm actually pretty good right now. Wouldn't want to overwork my old man," she giggles.

Mest glares and pulls at her cheeks.

"Ow-ow-ow!" She whines.

"Don't you ever call me that again Wendy."

"Geez, it was just a joke," she pouts, rubbing her bruised cheek.

Mest sighs out and reaches for the covers, pulling them over their naked bodies. She doesn't remove herself from him, so he doesn't try to do it either. It feels so warm and close to be inside of her, this way she'll never leave.

"I'll rock your world tomorrow then, be prepared," he mumbles closing his eyes.

"Don't worry Mest. Thank you for talking with me; we'll take it easy for a while. I care more about you, being with you, than just having sex and feeling this high. I just want you." She whispers lying her head down on his chest.

Mest hums as he strokes her head softly, the two of them dozing off shortly after.