Lucy POV
I considered waiting for the sun to come up more. It was still very early. But I couldn't wait. I had to see him now. I had to tell him.
I didn't bother changing out of my pajamas. I just pulled on a hoodie and slipped my feet into a pair of sandals before taking off towards Laxus's house.
I got to his door and knocked incessantly.
"Fuck," I heard him growl grumpily as he clodded towards me. He was mumbling profanities and I could hear them through the door.
He swung it open, ready to yell, but his breath caught when he saw me there. He looked so beautiful. His eyes were sleepy and his hair was messy, and his sweatpants were crumpled. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Laxus rubbed his eyes groggily.
"Blondie, what's wrong? Why are you here so early?" he yawned.
I pushed past him to go inside and he shut the door.
"I had a dream," I said firmly, shrugging off my hoodie.
"And it couldn't have waited until after breakfast?" he asked, sitting down on his couch. He patted the seat next to him but I shook my head.
"It was the best dream, Laxus. And it was so real. I wanted it to be real," I sighed.
"What was it?" he asked.
"It was a Sunday morning. At least, I think it was. It was one of those slow, warm, sunny mornings, you know? And you were there. You were making pancakes and humming some pretty song. I could smell the pancakes, Laxus, that's how real it was. And I poured you a coffee. You kissed me sweetly when I handed it to you. It wasn't intense or passionate. It was a gentle kiss, like we had no rush. I sat on the counter, watching you cook. And in the corner of the kitchen, there was this big, gorgeous, golden dog. He was wagging his tail leisurely and you kept throwing him bits of toast. I yelled at you for getting our kitchen dirty, but I was joking. We laughed about it, and I threw him some toast too. But it was our kitchen, and our dog. I knew it in my bones. And then…" I stopped. The next part made me bashful.
"And then what?" Laxus asked softly, enraptured.
"And then… This little girl. She must have been two or three at most. She walked out in a little pink nightdress, rubbing her eyes. She looked at me and smiled, but she walked up to you and held up her arms. You picked her up, holding her to your hip while you flipped the pancakes. And then, in the sweetest little voice, she hugged you and said "it smells yummy, papa"," I stopped to draw in a shaky breath. "Laxus, I woke up wanting to cry from joy. She was so pretty. She had my eyes, your smile, and the prettiest blonde curls. I love her already. And I love our stupid, toast-eating dog. And I love mornings where you make pancakes. And I love you, Laxus. I love you so much. I want everything with you, and I'm sorry I ever gave you reason to doubt that. I love you. And I don't deserve you. I know I don't. Not after everything. But please, try and forgive me. I'm willing to do whatever it takes. But you're it for me, Laxus. You are everything I want," I finished.
I walked up to him and knelt between his legs, grasping his hands in mine.
"Did you really have that dream?" he asked quietly.
"Yes. I came here as soon as I woke up, because I had to tell you," I nodded fervently.
"And… the little girl. She was… our daughter?" he sounded a little shell-shocked.
"Yes. I think she was," I admitted softly.
"And you want that with me? You want a home and a family with me?" he reconfirmed.
"Yes. If you'll have me," I looked down at my lap.
"There's no universe in which I wouldn't have you, Lucy," he pulled me up, drawing me to his lap.
"I heard about your little bender. We'll talk about that later. But for now, I just want you," he whispered, before crushing his lips to mine.
I hadn't kissed him in over two weeks, and the sheer joy of having his lips on mine made me moan. He hungrily swallowed the sound, intertwining his tongue with mine.
"I love you, Laxus," I mumbled against his lips.
"I love you too," he murmured, trailing kisses along my jaw and down my throat.
I arched into him, running my hands over his bare chest and broad shoulders. I turned so that I was straddling his lap, and I caught his lips with mine. I kissed him furiously, trying to make up for the several days I'd gone without him. His hands grabbed my ass, pulling me firmly against his growing erection.
"Are you sure?" I reconfirmed. He hadn't wanted me physically two weeks ago, and I needed to make sure that had changed.
"Yes," he growled into my mouth.
I ground myself into him with a satisfied sigh.
His bulge was pressed firmly against my clit, and I rocked myself purposefully, feeling my pajama shorts dampen.
Laxus lifted me and my legs quickly wrapped around his waist. He carried me to his bedroom, laying me down and climbing over me. Our legs tangled together as our mouths battled. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing them through my top.
"Fuck, I've missed you. I'm a fucking idiot," he hissed, pulling my T-shirt up to my throat and sucking on my nipples.
"I'm the idiot. You're perfect, Laxus," I mewled when his lips lightly tugged at the pebbled bud.
Laxus yanked my top over my head before sliding down my body. He gently raked his teeth over my skin, and when he reached my shorts, he bit the waistband and dragged the garment down my legs. When the shorts were around my shins, I kicked them off, while simultaneously yanking at his sweatpants.
He pushed them down his muscular legs until they were a heap on the floor. Laxus hovered over me, his body aligned with mine.
"I want you, Lucy. I want to be in you. I want to feel you. I can't wait one more second to feel you, baby," he groaned.
"Please, Laxus," I moaned, bucking my hips into his.
With a grunt, he slid his cock into me.
"Fuck, baby," he hissed, slowly moving his hips.
"I want you deep inside me, my love. Don't hold back. Please," I begged. I reached over and held his waist, pulling him into me. He was buried to the hilt, and I could feel every inch of his steel member rubbing along my slick walls. Laxus groaned, tilting forward so that his pubic bone pressed into my clit. I gasped sharply and rolled my hips. I clenched my walls, gripping his cock.
Laxus slowly pulled out of me, both of us savouring the movement, before he slammed back in. I arched my back, my muscles pulled taut as Laxus pounded into me.
"Oh, god… Yes, baby, fuck," I moaned in his ear.
Laxus wound a hand under my neck, pulling my head up to meet his. He rested his forehead against mine, his hand tangled in my hair. He kissed me fiercely before dropping my head back to the pillow. He sat back, still sheathed in me, and pulled my legs up onto his shoulders. My hips tilted and I felt my passage tighten with the new angle.
Laxus pulled out and drove back in, gritting out a clenched "Fuck."
He rammed his cock into me forcefully, gripping onto my hips as if I'd disappear the second he loosened his hold. My fingers were tight around his biceps, bracing myself against his pounding.
My head was thrown back and cries of ecstasy rolled off my tongue uncontrollably.
I was watching Laxus watch me, both our eyes hooded with lust and longing. Beads of sweat formed at Laxus's temple, rolling down the side of his face as he thrust into me with grunts of pleasure.
He flipped me to my side, curling up behind me. His cock slipped out with a pop and I whined at the sudden emptiness.
Laxus wove his arms around my body, holding me in place as he massaged my breasts. His dick was nestled against my ass and he lazily jerked his hips a few times before sliding back into my warmth.
I lifted a leg, propping it on his thigh to allow him better access.
Laxus groaned. "Fuck baby, yes, just like that," he gritted.
My pussy clamped down on his cock as he pounded into me. His hips roughly connected with my ass at every thrust.
I reached back to hold his head, craning my face to meet his. I kissed him forcefully, moaning heavily into his mouth.
His one hand drifted away for my breast to circle my clit and my body jolted with pleasure.
"Let me ride you," I asked hoarsely. Laxus nodded, pulling out and lying down on his back next to me. I knelt beside him, pumping his cock in my fist before wrapping my lips around the head, swirling my tongue over the tip. I licked off the precum that had mixed with my juices. Then, swinging one leg over him, I lowered myself onto his shaft, sinking down until he was deep within me. We both moaned when our bodies connected, and with perfect synchrony, we began moving. I lifted my hips and rolled them in perfect time with his thrusts. His hips jerked off the bed, ramming into me while I lifted up onto my knees and sank down, impaling myself on him repeatedly.
Laxus reached up to pinch my nipples. "Baby, you're so fucking good. You're fucking brilliant. Everything about you is so goddamn perfect," he whispered, punctuating his sentences with deliberate movements. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, eliciting a throaty gasp from my lips.
I began bouncing earnestly, my hands braced against Laxus's muscular chest. Heated pleasure was pooling in my stomach as I leaned down to kiss him deeply. Laxus hugged my waist, holding me to him as he pushed up into me rapidly.
"I'm gonna cum, Laxus," I cried in his ear, jerking my hips to meet his thrusts.
"Me too, baby. Just hold out for me. Wait for me," he groaned, increasing the speed of his drilling.
I nodded, gripping his shoulders and moaning desperately as he rammed into me.
He was grunting throatily, bringing us both closer to our release.
I was at the edge and it was purely sheer willpower that prevented me from careening into my ecstatic release.
Thankfully, Laxus huskily whispered "Okay baby, cum with me."
I let go, allowing myself to fall over the precipice. I screamed as my orgasm tore through me, made more intense with Laxus's warm seed shooting into me. My pussy quivered around his cock, coaxing out every drop of his orgasm.
Laxus was moaning incoherently, his hips jerking as he unloaded into me. We came together in explosive, shuddering ecstasy. I lay on top of him, leaving his dick buried in me, as we shivered through the aftershocks.
He kissed my face tenderly, and I nuzzled into his neck, drawing in his electrifying scent.
"I really, truly, love you," I whispered.
"Good, because I'm never letting you go," he growled playfully before spanking my butt.
I slid off his chest and knelt on the mattress.
"Laxus Dreyer," I started, after clearing my throat.
"I'm supposed to ask you to marry me, not the other way around, Blondie," he scoffed.
"Shut up and let me do this," I whacked his arm. "Will you please be my boyfriend?" I batted my lashes.
"You're a fucking lunatic, Blondie. A certified crackpot," he caught me around my waist and pushed me to the bed. I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down on top of me.
"I'm going to be so much more than your boyfriend," he murmured huskily. He leaned down to kiss me with such fire that I feared I'd burn alive.
Laxus POV
Lucy was curled up in my bed, sipping a mug of tea and flipping through a random book she found on my bookshelf. I had some paperwork to go over, but watching her intently read, with her nose scrunched up just slightly and her brows furrowed was far more appealing than dumb paperwork.
I found myself glancing up at her every few seconds, marvelling at how I managed to get a girl this amazing.
And to think, it wasn't that long ago that she was just some blonde chick at the guild with big tits and fuckable lips. I shook my head. I couldn't believe that's all I used to think of her. I don't know when that changed. Maybe it was right after we slept together for the first time, or maybe it was when she sauntered into my office. I wasn't sure. But now, watching her in my bed, reading comfortably, I knew with every fibre of my being that she was the only woman for me. I loved her to the point of feeling like I was about to explode.
And her dream. Every word of her dream came rushing back to me. I let my mind wander, wanting to see what she saw. I saw her sitting on a sofa, smiling at me. I heard soft, happy music, I saw our dog, nuzzling Lucy's leg, and I saw a little girl sitting on Lucy's lap. She had big, brown eyes and curly, blonde hair. Lucy was right; that little girl was so so pretty.
I wanted this. I wanted this family with Lucy, and I wanted to be with her forever. Eventually, years from now, we'd look back and see Gildarts and the fight and the pain as a minor road bump in our love story. Maybe Gildarts and I would even go back to talking. Because seeing Blondie in bed, with her adorable expression of concentration, I refused to believe that anything would ever go wrong for us again.
"Layla," I said abruptly, drawing her attention.
"I'm Lucy, idiot," she rolled her eyes.
"No. The little girl. I think we should call her Layla. After your mom." I felt strangely shy saying this, but tried my best to remain nonchalant.
"Our daughter… you want to name her Layla?" Lucy asked, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Only if you want." I still couldn't tell when she was crying sad tears and when she was crying happy tears.
Lucy launched herself out of bed, nearly flying across the room before stumbling into my lap. She wrapped her limbs around me, hugging me tightly. I felt tears run down her cheeks and land on my shoulder.
"I'm… sorry?" I tried tentatively.
She whacked my back. "Shut up. It's perfect," she sobbed.
"Then why are you crying?" I was so confused.
"I'm happy. I'm so happy," she pulled back and her watery eyes were shining. She had a huge grin plastered on her face. Lucy grabbed my head, pulling me in for a searing kiss.
"I love you," she continued to cry. "I'm sorry, Laxus. I'm sorry for everything. I love you," she wept.
"Are these still happy tears?" I wanted to clarify.
"Guilty tears," she wiped a hand across her cheeks. "I'm sorry I put you through so much pain."
"I'd do it all over again for you. And it's in the past. Today onwards, it's just you and me," I kissed her nose.
"And Layla. And our dog," she reminded me.
"We can call our dog Natsu. Flame Brain will feel honoured," I shrugged.
"I'm not naming our dog after my best friend," she laughed, pushing my face. She had the nicest laugh. It sounded like a little brooke on a summer day.
"Hey Blondie?" I called.
"Hmm?" she stroked my face.
"I am madly in love with you," I whispered.
Lucy kissed me sweetly. Smiling against my mouth, she whispered, "Same."
And when she lay her head on my shoulder, breathing easily against my throat, I felt my dragon rumble contentedly. It was finally one with its mate. Even if not in the traditional way, my dragon found itself a mate and neither it nor I was going to let her go.
A/N: I love you all so much! All your lovely reviews on the last chapter made me hella sentimental. It was just so nice to see that out pour of support! And again, none of my whiny complaining had anything to do with reviews I was getting. I treasure your opinions, be it good or bad. I just felt sad because you've stuck with this story for 33 chapters now, and I really felt like I was letting you guys down. But again, thank you for all the support and love. I think we have another 3-5 chapters left, so sit tight! I shall upload them as fast as I can!