But this did not mean they were exclusive to one another. By all means, Lucy could go and sleep with whatever guy caught her eye and woke up her desires. He wasn't her husband or boyfriend, just as she want his. As far as he was concerned she just needed to make sure they were clean. He wasn't about to catch some weird disease anytime soon. Other than that one rule, Lucy was free to do as she pleased, whether that was fucking Salamander or that Lion of hers. He didn't give a flying fuck. Nope. Not one fuck given. It wasn't like he didn't do the same, picking up hot chicks at the club with Bickslow whenever the need arose.
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