"Oh, come on!" Cana whined, her voice loud enough to carry over the noisy guild hall, enough to catch the attention of several Fairy Tail members. It wasn't unusual for Cana to be loud (she was known for being drunk and loud most of the time, after all), today it had nothing to do with the amount of alcohol she had ingested.

"No way."

The pout on Cana's lips only became more prominent at the harsh refusal. Lucy was being unfair. Cana had won their bet fair and square (alright, maybe not fair and square considering that she had used her fortune telling skills, but the others didn't need to know that detail), and Lucy owed her two hours of perfect obedience, but instead the blonde just rejected her very first demand. Not only was it unfair, it was annoying.

"You agreed that whoever lost would do whatever the winner wanted for two hours," Cana pointed out, waving her arm around, not caring that the content of the bottle she held in her hand splashed around. "I won. You give me a foot massage. Simple as that."

"A foot massage for two hours?" Juvia chimed in. The water mage had been around to witness the whole bet, had even warned Lucy against it.

Cana shook her head, "Until she's done a good job."

Lucy groaned and slammed her forehead against the table. Cana couldn't help but grin at the sight of her friend's distress. She had known that it would be a lot of fun for her if Lucy lost, and it was exactly why she had made sure that Lady Luck would be on her side. It wasn't cheating if nobody said anything about not using magic, and Cana felt absolutely no remorse.

"At least it's better than if you had to massage Elfman's feet!"

The small reassurance provided by Lisanna seemed to do little to make Lucy feel any better about her fate, but it sure gave a great idea to Cana for a potential future bet. Giving Elfman a foot rub would be the best kind of punishment for anyone- oh god. Cana would need to find Evergreen and make a stupid bet with her later.

But that would have to wait. Her priority was sitting next to her on a bench and was going through some sort of a crisis over a simple foot massage. So Cana, being the awesome that she was, took off her sandals and pressed her freed feet to Lucy's thigh so that she could push her away. Before Lucy could protest, Cana stretched her legs and set her feet in the blonde's lap.

"The sooner you start, the sooner it's over," Cana reasoned.

Lucy grunted but still, she threw a leg over the bench to straddle it and settle more comfortably. Cana smirked, satisfied to see that her friend seemed to finally accept her fate. The Constellationist couldn't even look at her as she touched her feet - her touch was feather-light and felt like more of a tickle than anything else. Cana held her breath for a brief moment, not wanting to laugh; Lucy already looked about ready to run away from the guild, and if Cana laughed, it might only make the situation worse for the blonde. And even though Cana was living for the slow torture, Lucy remained her friend.

"See, it's not that bad?"

"You only say that because you're not the one doing... this..."

It took a minute for Lucy to stop being so shy about the massage and to start applying pressure to the bottom of Cana's feet. She was finally taking this punishment seriously.

When Cana closed her eyes and hummed at the sensation, Lucy froze. Opening her eyes again, Cana found her friend frozen like a statue, which this time had nothing to do with Evergreen's magic.

"Why did you stop?" she inquired, frowning the slightest bit.

"You're enjoying this too much," Lucy complained loudly, "I can't wait to get my revenge on you for this!"

Cana tilted her head to the side, eyebrow arched.

"You should be grateful I'm not asking Mira for advice on how to punish you."

Lucy gulped visibly and it seemed to do the job and convince her to resume her task without complaining again. Cana relaxed under the touch and sighed contentedly. The only half-serious threat had apparently motivated Lucy to take the massage seriously, and it was all Cana needed today.

As Lucy started to alternate between applying just the right amount of pressure and softer touches, a shiver shook Cana's body. This was not what she had expected.

Why the hell was Lucy so good at this? Had she been practicing foot massages on Natsu or something? Was it what those two were up to all the time? Well... fuck. Asking for a foot massage had just been for the sake of torturing her favorite Constellationist, taking actual pleasure from the massage itself hadn't been part of the plan, but fuck if Cana couldn't feel herself melting into a pile of putty under Lucy's touch. How could she have anticipated that it would be so complicated to keep a straight face in such a situation? With half the guild as a potential audience, she couldn't allow herself to show how much she really was starting to enjoy this.

"Can't this be over already?"

Lucy's loud complaint shook Cana out of her thoughts. Giving her just enough focus to grip at the bench underneath her. (She could count herself blessed today not to have Erza's physical strength or she might have ripped the wood to pieces.)

"If you keep whining about it, I'll make you massage Elfman's feet for a whole hour."

"You're the worst," Lucy mumbled under her breath. "Can't believe I have to do this for you..."

Cana smirked at Lucy's annoyance. It made this whole thing so worth it.

"Shit." The word had escaped her in a little gasp and Cana mentally cursed herself as several mages turned their attention to her. Instead of acknowledging their questioning glances, Cana reached for her bottle - she needed to drown out any sound that threatened to fall past her lips. Lucy really was sinfully good at this.

Lucy kneading at a particular spot forced Cana to bite down on her lip to stop herself from moaning. What the hell? She could feel her face on fire, and it had nothing to do with Natsu's Dragon Slayer magic or all the alcohol she had ingested today. Cana couldn't have been more glad to be able to blame her blushing cheeks on the wine if someone were to question her enjoyment of her predicament.

She took several deep breaths and nearly thanked the gods when Mirajane walked by, offering Cana an opportunity to steal another drink. Maybe, maybe if she drank enough, it would numb the sensations.

The second a small whine escaped her, Cana cleared her throat loudly and folded her legs, ripping her feet away from Lucy's torturous hands. She was dying inside and she needed to breathe. She needed to get away from this, from Happy's judgmental eyes before the stupid cat could make a comment on however erotic the situation was.

"You okay, Cana?" Lucy wondered, more confused than anything else. A relief, really. Cana couldn't have handled the blonde teasing her.

"This is getting boring. I'm leaving."

"What about the bet?" the blonde asked.

Cana shrugged as she stood up. She examined what little wine was left in her bottle before leaning over, a hand resting on Lucy's shoulder as her lips nearly brushed against the shell of her ear.

"Let's do this again sometime. In private."