Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. Nor do I own One Piece or its characters; that right belongs to Eiichiro Oda. Nor do I own the song - Anywhere by 112 - which belongs to the music studio, artist, and producer.
Author's Notes: This is a gift fic for the talented and fabulous ErzyD. Law, as a late Bday for last year, and early this year! The pairing is her choice. Pairing /Lucy! Takes place in an Alternate Universe, no magic or devil fruits.
Here we are all alone
You and me, privacy
It had finally happened, they were alone for the first time since they had met all those months ago. Their friends were so intrusive and kept interrupting when they did get a chance to be close and have an actual conversation in person. To say they were frustrated was an understatement to end all understatements. Yet, by some dumb-ass fluke, they had ended up here in the housekeeping closet of the hotel they were both attending a high-end Charity Gala at.
The only light a dim, flickering light bulb hanging above their head, illuminating them as they smiled at each other, eyes darkening with the intent of what they wanted.
I'm kissing you
Running my fingers through your hair
The taste of her soft, pliant lips was euphoric as he shuddered as her hands were drug up the back of his neck. Her nails were biting lightly into the sensitive, barely touched flesh to tangle in the fine hairs at the base of his scalp. This was better than anything he had fantasized about over the past six months.
Their first meeting had caused him to take notice of her and note write her off. She looked like a pretty little trophy on the giant blond's arm. The look in her honey-brown eyes said she was bored as fuck, yet her face was a polite mask as she conversed with many people. At least until he made an off-hand comment and she had replied in a glib manner that put him in his place. Something that was not easy to do.
From there, he'd tried to talk to more that night, even going so far as to take her on the dance floor. He found her mind held a vast amount of knowledge, and she was feisty. A rare mix in the current world and society they had to mingle with. Her lips then had been a deep cherry red from her lipstick; unlike now, they had been coated in a strawberry flavored lip gloss that tasted fucking divine as he sought entrance to her mouth. Which gave, and he moaned quietly as her fingers scrapped across his scalp.
I love the way your body feels
On top of mine so take your time
She couldn't help it; he had caught her attention and kept it. That dark sense of humor and acerbic nature intrigued her. Knowing her was dangerous and not at all friendly, she had kept seeking him out. She was finding ways to put herself into his path after that damned Charity Gala. Even if her friends and family didn't like him, stating he would only use her and leave her, or use her for human experimentation. It was their way to show that they cared, but she was a fucking woman with the needs of a woman.
And six months with nothing but her hands, toys, and overactive imagination could only get her so far. The few times they'd been able to dance together, she loved how he towered over her, his body pressed against her, radiating an abnormal heat. It was just enough to fuel her mind with images of what he would look above her, pushing her into the mattress, bent over her couch, or up against the shower wall.
Now she was feeling it, though the metal shelves in the housekeeping closet were not ideal; she wasn't going to complain. All that lean muscle could be felt through the thin, expensive suit he was wearing, making her body heat and ache in such a way she was sure a hole to hell would open and swallow her body. Hell would be a happy place for taking the plunge and sinning happily with him.
As I softly pull your hair
We can do it anywhere, anywhere
Neither cared as their hands began to wander over each other. Their breath mingling as clothes were being tugged on, threaded through each other's hair. The fact that they were alone, no one the wiser of where they were hiding. Neither acknowledging that help came from an unlikely place, the head of housekeeping, Virgo Zodiac.
All that mattered was the sensations they evoked in each other. How the medium-sized storage closet heated up as they broke for air, panting as they looked into the eyes of the other. Smiles were curling their lips before they were kissing once more, hand moving more fevered as the sound of zippers being drawn mixed with the quiet moans and rustling of clothes as they writhed against each other.
Neither wanted to give up what little dominance they each held, so hair was pulled, sharp nips were placed on lips and jaw lines as they continued to get further lost in the world they were creating.
In overdrive when we ride cause I'm hot now
You got me goin'; I don't think I wanna stop now
He enjoyed the smooth feel of her skin under his calloused fingers, the slight slickness from sweat as it beaded upon it from the passion he was drawing out of her. The flush to her heart-shaped face drove him further, faster, harder as her hips jerked upwards against his partially clothed hips. If asked, he would equate his body feeling like it was being burned alive from the outside in wherever her dexterous, nimble fingers touched, stroked, clawed at him.
The way her chest brushed against the exposed flesh of his chest. It made him want her hands to touch more of his now fevered flesh. He felt as if he was on a runaway train that couldn't be stopped. Pulling back, smiling as he looked into glazed, lust-filled brown eyes had him shifting his hands to pull her head to the side and exposing her neck. When she grinned back at him, it was all he needed before letting his head drop, lips pulling back as he nipped at the flesh. Enjoying the hisses, he got as he left a trail of red marks.
So let's getaway to getaway
You gettin' hot baby, please don't melt away
The sound of several feet had her biting back a rather loud moan as sharp nips were given. It was a struggle that she managed while shifting her hands to his hips. A smile was playing across her lips as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the offending fabric keeping him from exposure. A few quick, but gentle tugs, had them over his hips and sliding down long legs she wanted between hers. The feel of the coarse hair on them, rubbing against her smooth ones, made her feel as if she would melt.
When he bucked them against her hands, her smile got wider as she let them creep slowly to his back, tracing the small dimples at the base of his spine before curling them into claws and racking them over very firm ass cheeks—sighing contentedly as the twitches when her nails bit into them. But it was the low growl of warning and especially hard nip to the top of a breast that let her know she was playing with a fire that would melt her if the way her inner thighs were getting slicker.
This was a getaway, one she would milk for all it was worth.
In the hallway making our way beside the stairs
We can do it anywhere
Both went still when the footsteps stopped before the housekeeping closet. Their cheeks pressed against each other, hands in intimate places, teasing, taunting as if trying to get the other to break and expose them to their friends who were more than likely outside—causing them to smile. It would be a win-win either way, as they were getting what they wanted. Alone time to explore, touch, taste, feel, and mark.
A dangerous game they both played, yet when the group walked away, leaving them alone in the closet. When no sound could be heard, they each pulled back just enough to look at the other. A silent conversation was taking place that left them in agreement that they needed to find a different location. This was no idea for their needs.
Grinning and attempting to put their clothes back on straight, sharing dark, devious looks, before cracking the door and peeking out into the hallway. Once it was clear, hands were clasped as they both ran towards the elevator. Her family owned this hotel, he was employed by her father in a different venture, so there was always that VIP room at the top, which had several amenities that would be fun to use and explore while getting more acquainted with the other's body, over and over again.
We can make love in the bedroom floor
Floatin' on top of my waterbed
Sighs that spoke of contentment broke the silence of the room—as the two people laid on the waterbed, wrapped in each other's arms, staring at the ceiling and smiling—both more sated than they had been in a while. No space in the Hotel's VIP room hadn't been used. The kitchen counter, the dining table, the balcony bar, in the shower, a couch, and a chair. Then the bedroom floor before they finally made their way to the waterbed. A place neither had ever had sex on before.
"Well, that was some time well spent and long overdue, Law."
There was silence for a few minutes before a deep chuckle echoed in the room when the bed shifted as Law turned to look at his beautiful blond companion.
"Yes, and this little experiment was rather insightful to just how long we can go before snapping," Law drawled out as he lifted a hand and traced it across the smooth, flat planes of her stomach. "So, Lucy, what do we want to try next? I do so love how we delude our friends into playing their parts without knowing it. And it does keep the spice in our marriage."
The delighted giggle that came from Lucy as she rolled onto her side, facing him, before lifting a hand to stroke at his face, before tugging lightly on his soul patch. The way his eyes reflected her own let her see herself fairly clearly.
"Wanna try for a year? I mean this is our wedding anniversary..., and we kind of ditched it, Law," she murmured as she gave a sharp, demanding tug, forcing her husband of ten years head down to hers for a kiss before he could respond.
THE END!
