To Tiernank and SexyLaxus: Sike lol! You both thought she was going to give in but *wags finger* no no no.

And a big thank you to all my reviewers and followers! I love you guys!

Brown eyes widened as his large mouth slammed down on to hers. Lucy couldn't believe it. After a year of no contact, no words or glances crossed, he was kissing her. Laxus Dreyar was kissing her in the ladies room of a club, ravaging her mouth like a starved man.

The temperature in the room seemed to go up a hundred degrees, fire blazing along her thigh, trailing after his rising hand. His other hand reached up to cup at the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him, angling her head to deepen the kiss.

And as if someone had thrown gasoline on to the dying embers of her love for him, the fire ignited, blazing higher and stronger than any of Natsu's flames could ever wish to be. It roared back to life, a fire that Lucy feared not even the combination of Gray, Juvia, Mirajane, and Aquarius combined couldn't put out.

That fear only grew as he continued on, because as much as she wanted to kiss him back, as much as she wanted to just strip them both bare and have her way with him, the fear that he was only using her again prevented her from acting out on her desires.

This was Laxus! Laxus was the man who didn't want commitment, the man who didn't want to be tied down by a women. This was the man who had used her body when the urge struck and so cruelly broke her heart. This was the man who made her cry.

He never cared for her.

She was just an easy lay. A quick fix. A way to satisfy him when he didn't have anyone else.

Fighting tooth and nail against the traitorous part of herself that begged her to respond, she pushed at his chest, channeling some of Taurus' strength into her hands. But she knew that wouldn't be enough to deter him. He would just come right back and she knew if he kissed her again, she wouldn't be able to fight him, to fight it. And so, unlike the last two times, she willingly let her hand sail threw the air, once more slapping him soundly in the face.

And this time, instead of just his head turning, his body staggered. Laxus Dreyar, strongest of the Slayers, a Wizard Saint, was forced to take two steps back to save himself from falling.

"I meant it when I said you were my biggest regret, Laxus, and I don't know how I could have fallen for you." Lucy's voice echoed through the silent bathroom. Gathering as much courage as she could, taking even breaths, she hammered in the final nail, hopping beyond hope that he wouldn't see through her lies. "But I no longer feel anything for you and I have no intention of ever falling for you again. So I'll say it again. Get out of the ladies bathroom and leave me alone, Laxus."

Word Count: 492 (seriously considering stopping the word count)