Miraxus: I'M HOME, BABY (Chapter 2)
Pairing: Mirajane Strauss and Laxus Dreyar
Series: Fairytail
Rated:18+
Warning: Explicit content
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Laxus dropped to his new leather sofa and sized up his new apartment. His blond head bobbed as he looked around, pleased with his choice of new abode but not quite satisfied. There was still something or someone missing. He threw his purple shirt dress on the floor, one less cloth to work on when his girlfriend came over. Because there was no way he was going to just talk to her like she proposed. Her lovely, sweet mouth was too good for just talking and he could think of more interesting parts of her body he could place his own mouth on. The night was theirs to marry. The world was their oyster.
Oh, just the thought of touching Mira's smooth, delicate skin did awful things to his body. Awful now that all he could do was sit and wait for her in the new apartment.
Although Laxus lost his slippers somewhere in the house, the dragon slayer still had his pants on, which was a good idea at that time he arrived at his new home. He didn't want to ruin the leather. And honestly, he wanted Mira's skin, not his, to have the first feel. Her bare back, to be exact, making love with the leather cushion. Some sort of apology for all the splinters and burns he gave her for the past few months he had Mira on her back, on about any flat surface they could find. But damn, that woman felt good just about anywhere.
He missed their clandestine rendezvous. But Mirajane Strauss deserved more than that sloppy sex at the dark alley behind the guild building. Or that thrilling secret sex at the stockroom one afternoon when almost all the people they both knew were at the guild hall. Laxus shifted in the comfortable couch, scratching an ache between his legs. He came close to losing his pants along with his boxers. Where the hell was that woman?
Come to think of it, that drunken evening after Lucy's victory party started all those late night's of her doing 'inventory' and him stumbling into Magnolia from his travel jobs.
But like he said, a woman of Mira's caliber deserved slow and long love-making with scented candles and milk baths. Many would have killed to be in his shoes. To have the opportunity to shower Mirajane lavish gowns, expensive diamonds, and make love with her in impressive mansions, in front of an elaborate fireplace, on top of soft fur skins from some animal hunted down to serve the purpose. Not in a guild hall, on top of an old, crumbling table covered with his decade-old coat. The dragon slayer was quite sure many made the offer and for some twisted, unknown reason, Mirajane Strauss settled for him.
He did try to treat Mira the way she deserved. Laxus tried so hard to restrain himself, to be that gentle lover he thought matched Mirajane more. But she made him break all those restraints with the way she reacted to him – to his touch, to his bites and his kisses –or how she would beg him to bring her to her highest and whispered sweet nothings to him when she came back down. And just recently, the dragon slayer didn't think Laxus the Gentle would make a comeback any time soon with the way Mirajane, possessed by her Satan Soul as he requested, slammed him on the table and rode him like he was only there for her pleasure.
His thoughts were interrupted by a low noise coming from the other side of the main door. He heard keys clinging and his heart jumped out of his chest. The aching would stop soon, he sighed. Laxus scrambled to his feet as the door knob turned and the door pushed open, spitting one dressed take-over mage into his apartment. Laxus didn't let her take another step and pushed the startled barmaid up against the door to put an end to his misery.
Lips bruising lips. Hands clutching curves. Mouth biting on skin.
"Have you even had dinner?" Mira managed to ask him while her dragon slayer was busy assaulting the crook of her neck, which Laxus well knew was one of her weak points.
"I'm having mine now."
A husky, breathy giggle escaped her lips. Then, she felt all abandoned when Laxus' head jerked away, his brows furrowed in a quizzical look. Mirajane bit down on her lower lip, having an idea of what made her lover pull away.
"You're not wearing underwear?"
Laxus' wandering hand discovered nothing beneath her skirt but pure delicate skin. On some other day he'd prefer that, encourage it even, but not when he knew Mira was working the bar the whole day with all those pesky old perverts hanging around his woman.
"I took it off on the way here."
Mira ignored the shiver in her spine being under the dragon slayer's intense glare.
"I thought…" She hooked one arm around her slayer's neck and slid a hand on his bare chest. Then, trying to bring his mood back, she trickled kisses on the side of his neck down its crook. "I thought you want the easy access."
But Laxus wasn't moved. When Mira noticed her dragon slayer didn't react, she stopped what she was doing to look up at him, anxious.
"Did I do something wrong?"
They stared down each other for a good few breaths before the corner of Laxus' mouth slowly raised.
He snaked his hands on the curve of her waist down her thighs, lifting the slender woman away from the door and deeper into the new apartment. He covered the floor between the door and the sofa, prompting Mirajane to circle her arms around his shoulder to keep from falling off him.
Laxus remembered that little talk he had with himself earlier. In this relationship, Mira was always the giving one, the more understanding and the more selfless, always thinking what Laxus wanted ahead of her own. That had to change. He lowered Mira on the couch.
"No. You did exactly right."
He said, pulling away from her entirely just to take his pants and boxers off and threw it somewhere on the floor. Mira did the same, only breaking eye contact to lift her dress over her head. Her lace brassiere followed after her black dress. Laxus, then, claimed her lips once more, but unlike the way he ravished her last night and the urgency of his mouth earlier, this kiss was slow, like a slow burn on her already heated skin. Both her hands yanked on his hair, telling him it was okay to get rough but he wasn't getting the message. Her eyes forced open when Laxus began to lift her off the comfortable leather and flipped their positions in a slick maneuver.
Now, Laxus seated on the sofa while Mira was left straddling him between her legs.
"You're in-charge, Demon."
It took a few blinks for Mira to finally understand what was happening. The moment she had a grasp of that torch he was passing to her, Mira immediately put it to good use. Her canine found the soft skin of the crook of his neck and she plunged them onto it. His skin dipped, the ends of her teeth forming on the bare flesh. It hurt but nothing a dragon-slayer couldn't handle.
"Finally found a use for those demon fangs?"
Mira ran her tongue over her masterpiece.
"Just marking my territory." She said. Then, Mira did the same ministrations on the other side of his neck – sucking, biting then licking. "Don't wear your coat tomorrow."
"But people will gonna see." He distractedly said, a foolish smile plastered on his gratified face.
Mirajane didn't respond but with the way she was working on him, Laxus got the feeling that was exactly the point of this doing. He liked it. He liked it when his woman was being possessive. But the lower part of his body was getting lonely. And he needed to be inside of Mirajane, now. He restrained himself, however, reminding that stubborn erection that they both gotta wait since they put the Demon Soul in-charge.
Thankfully, they didn't have to wait that long. Mira reached between them, seeking his hard erection, wrapping her delicate fingers around the shaft. A low, throaty growl escaped under his gritted teeth. Mirajane peppered him with feather kisses as she worked her hand on him. Up and down. Up and down. She didn't seem to be an expert at it but Mirajane Strauss giving him a hand-job was fvcking gold.
The sensation forced Laxus' lids shut. He was sure Mira had stopped kissing him to watch his face twinge in pleasure at her ministrations. But he couldn't seem to care about what Mirajane was doing so long as she kept her hand on him, pumping that fist, giving him the best time of his life. He was losing all thoughts, gripping at Mira's skin as he felt that familiar tug below his belly. He bit his lower lip, trying to control and prevent his own release. It would be embarrassing to explode into her hand. No. Laxus wouldn't let his male pride get trampled on. He wasn't going to…
"Do you want me to suck it?"
The whispered question forced Laxus' eyes to open. If he wasn't so concerned about his male pride, Laxus was sure he would have let himself go.
"Y-yes, please."
He held her stare as Mira slid off him, biting down a giggle from his cute stutter, nudging his legs apart and placing herself in between them. She gave him one last look before Mira lowered her gaze at his erection bulging in her hand. She moved her lips close to it, opening her mouth and sliding his penis inside her wet, warm mouth, taking as much of him as possible. Laxus threw his head back, sucking in a breath at the warm sensation of her mouth sheathing his shaft, the head hitting the back of Mira's throat. The fact that this demon could take a lot almost made him explode in that instant. He was, after all, very much gifted in that area.
Self control, Laxus. He told himself. Self. Control.
He barely could contain himself when Mira's tongue started caressing the bulging veins of his shaft.
"Mira…" His voice was low and shaky fighting the urge to rock his hip against her head, even when she hummed with his penis inside her mouth. He tangled his fingers through her silky silver hair. The vibration almost sent him to the very edge. Mira slowly bobbed her head. Licking and stroking. Sucking the lightning dragon slayer slow and hard. Then, faster and faster until he gloriously finished into her mouth, a strained snarl tumbled out of his lips. Mira stayed with him until it was over.
Laxus pulled Mira to her feet and sat her on his lap. She planted her knees on either side of his thighs, resting her chin on his shoulder, waiting for him to recover.
"You can still get it back up, right?" Mira knew the answer but she wanted to make sure. After all, she was still very much turned on.
Laxus answered him with a boyish laugh. "If you have to ask that, I'm starting to worry about my performance for these last few months we're together." But he obviously was joking, pulling his girlfriend into a tight embrace. She smiled against his neck.
"Hmmm. Should I work on it again?" She was sounding a little impatient because she was, very much impatient. And that, somehow, the fact that Mira was rushing to have him inside her, did the trick. Just a little more cooing and that thing between his legs would definitely respond.
"A little making out will do."
Laxus claimed her lips, locking them together in a tamed kiss. He dragged his mouth down her neck then her cleavage, drawing one breast into his wet, hot mouth. His hands didn't stay idle; one palming her breast, kneading the mound the way he knew drove her crazy, while the other held her against him, keeping her from falling off him. Listening to her moans and cries of his name did the job, hardening his erection. Then, his hand reached in between them, palming and pressing her core, confirming what he already knew – that Mira was wet and oh so ready for him.
Normally, he would tease her; make Mira beg for it, for him. But with what she has done for him earlier, this demon didn't deserve to be kept waiting.
He released her breast from his mouth with a wet pop, earning a puzzled look from the woman. Her concern quickly dropped when she realized what Laxus was about to do – hooking his arms underneath her thighs and lowering her into his erection. Slowly, until the bulbous head hit her cervix. He could barely get himself together as her walls close in and clasped around his penis, sheathing him with her warmth.
"You feel so good, Mira."
Mirajane dug her nails on his shoulders, shutting her eyes close from the mix of sensation. She wasn't in pain but it didn't feel comfortable either. At least, not yet. She expected Laxus to move. When she opened her eyes, Laxus was staring up at her, waiting, gaze turning sultry by every passing moment. Then, she remembered Laxus put her in-charge. Mira used Laxus' strong and wide shoulder as support, pushing her self up and sinking down on his hard erection. Once again, she quickly lose grip on her thoughts as Laxus slid in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm.
"Laxus…" His name stumbled out of her lips as Mira slowly moved up and down his long shaft. Her eyes widened when Laxus started to move along with her, shoving his hips upward beneath her, hitting all the right places.
"Oh my gahd!"
That's when her body demanded that she go faster and higher with every stroke, to ride him like she was the Queen of the damn Cavalry.
Faster. Harder. Mira couldn't even think straight anymore. Her head felt fuzzy as the pleasure continued to build inside her. She threw her head back, intertwining her fingers behind Laxus' head for support, and let out her voice into the room. She didn't even care if Laxus' neighbors might hear. Mira needed to let it out, to release some of the tension that was setting her body on fire, as she felt her first orgasm ready to rip her anew.
"Gahd, Laxus. It feels so good."
That's when he knew he was driving her to the edge, to the point of no return.
"Don't stop or I'll kill you."
He wasn't planning on it. Laxus forced himself to stare at his woman, to watch her go after her own orgasm. But that didn't mean he'd watch idly and withhold help. That wasn't how this relationship worked. So, Laxus reached between them and rubbed her sensitive bundle with the pad of his fingers. A scream tore from her lips and Mira dropped her head forward to watch his expert hands rubbing her clit in a circular motion.
"That's it, Demon." He encouraged, biting his own lip to make sure he didn't finish ahead of his Demon.
Needing his warmth and the pleasurable friction, Mira pulled herself against him, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her bounces were fast but shallow as the race to her peak intensified.
And then, Mira jumped. She dove into that mind-numbing pleasure head first.
She shuddered on top of him, stilling as she waited for the wave of one of the most powerful orgasms of her life pass. Then she collapsed on him, gasping for air, and then placing light kisses on his ear as some sort of thank you. The lightning dragon slayer stroke his girlfriend's spine, fingers merely grazing her moist skin, waiting for Mira to catch up with her breathing. A few minutes of silence passed and the take-over mage finally managed to form words, "Your turn, babe." She whispered into his ear.
"Don't mind if I do."
Laxus cupped her bottom, lifting her off the couch along with him; only to change their position without breaking contact. He gently laid Mira on the flat of the new couch, her back against the cool leather. Laxus planted his palm on either side of her head, gazing down at his flushed woman. He studied his features first: eyes half-open, mouth slightly parted, her silver bangs sticking to her forehead. He cleared them off her face so he could fully enjoy the beauty before him with no obstructions.
"You're so beautiful, Mira." He heaved out a defeated sigh. "And you're mine." Which was true. He was never one to go all sappy during sex but it was impossible not to appreciate Mira's beauty. Especially, just after she climbed down from her peak. She was glowing.
Mira smiled up to him, reaching a hand to caress the side of his face.
"All yours, Dragon."
He dipped his head for a kiss, tongue tasting the buffet in her mouth. He kept kissing her as he moved, swallowing her every moan in his mouth. Gradually, he picked up his pace, driving into her faster, slamming against her harder. Relentless. Mira's cries echoed in the room, chanting 'oh gahd, Laxus. Laxus. Laxus.' like a spell. He was almost sure he'd get complaints from his neighbors tomorrow. Like he cared. He was driving his woman crazy with pleasure and that's all that mattered. He wasn't going to stop, thrusting into her with the need to be as deep as possible when he came.
"All mine, Mira."
And he did. His body stilled on top of Mira as his own release clenched his belly and turned his body into stone. It felt so good for Mira too that Laxus' hot release set off another orgasm and some more aftershocks.
"All. Mine." confessed Laxus into her ear, punctuating the words with short, hard thrusts before he collapsed beside her on the couch.
The hours passed with Laxus and Mira breaking in all the new furniture the lightning dragon slayer bought for the occasion. They had to since Laxus claimed he bought them thinking how Mirajane would look good on top of them, against them, underneath them, wearing nothing but her sweet, sweet smile.
They started at his new round dining table when Laxus went up for a glass of water to bring to his dehydrated girlfriend. Then, up against his new fridge because she followed him and asked for another glass of water. His newly painted wall because… well, because Mira's skin looked good against it. They rolled over the entire floor until they finally ended at his new, king-sized bed – him on his back and Mira lying on her stomach on top of him. They were tired. Spent. Mira rested her head on his chest as while he lazily played with her silver hair between his fingers.
Laxus stared up at the ceiling breathing heavily. Unlike the woman on top of him, the dragon-slayer couldn't seem to get a shut-eye.
"Mira…" he called out. Only to be answered by a soft hmmm. "Mirajane? Babe, are you awake?"
"No." She sleepily answered, stirring in her position.
It felt weird – funny weird – that he was now the one who wanted to talk when it was always Mira who talked his ear off after sex.
"Babe? The boys giving you a hard time at the guild?"
He heard a grunt. And Laxus laughed his heart out, Mira's head bobbing along with the heave of his chest as he did. The reversal of their roles wasn't lost on him.
"I'll give them a word tomorrow."
"You don't have to Laxus. Nothing I can't handle."
Mira was still not like her old chatty self. Last night seemed to be repeating itself. He remembered how her mood soured when they talked about liking Mirajane's demon side. An ugly idea crossed his mind. Was she still mad about that?
"Hey, is this about what I said last night?" He looked down at her silver head while his fingers now stroked the skin on her back. "Because I really do like all sides of you." Laxus tried his luck at being the funny boyfriend, "The back side," he cupped her bottoms, gripping them between his fingers. "Right side," he slid his big hand on her side and up to palm her right breast, earning a muffled moan from his woman. "The left side…" doing the same to her left breast. "But most of all," Laxus reached between them, "the front side." He cupped her very naked core, parting the flesh, fingers stroking the sensitive bundle that had Mira squirming on top of him.
"Laxus, don't." She pulled his hand away from between her legs. "Let me rest for awhile."
Obviously, she wasn't in the mood and Laxus wasn't going to push it. He couldn't blame her wanting her much deserved rest after going at it round after round. He couldn't blame himself either. Every single day away from her was torture. His frustrations built up over those months that he was on a job and couldn't have some relief with random strangers. He'd given up the lifestyle two months into this arrangement, which turned into a relationship, with Mirajane.
However, if there was one thing he'd learned from the multiple fights they had, it was that he couldn't allow neither one of them to go to sleep without getting into the bottom of the problem. They both had the tendency to sweep everything under the rug instead of dealing with it. Then, one day, it would all explode into their faces. And when Mirajane explodes, she 'explodes'.
Laxus tipped her chin, wanting her to look up at him.
"Hey, I really am going to talk to them."
"They're not the problem, Laxus." Mira sighed in defeat, saying goodbye to a night of good sleep.
"Then what is?"
Mira heaved out another long breath. She looked like she was thinking it over, whether to say it or no; her silence was leaning to no.
"As soon as they get wind that you're in town, they flock over the guild and clean us out."
Or settling on a vague answer.
Laxus had inkling on what this cold-shoulder treatment was all about. He wasn't quite sure if Mirajane Strauss was even capable of jealousy but this 'them' she was talking about was certainly his groupies. He asked just to be clear.
"Who?"
"Your fans."
Definitely, jealous.
Laxus tightened his arms around Mirajane's slim body; possessively, in case she didn't get the message. He knew Mirajane wasn't exactly the person you'd like to anger. It probably killed her having to put up a smile in front of those women who wanted to claim him, unknowingly wanting to take him away from her. He wanted them to know he wasn't available. That he already belonged to Fairy Tail's Satan Soul.
"Well, what do you want me to–"
"–can we just stop talking about it?" He heard her puff, obviously worked up about the topic. "I'd really like to get some sleep. I'm about to open the guild in… four, five hours tops." She finished around a yawn.
He felt her stir on top of him, probably shifting to his side. Laxus wouldn't allow it. He liked being tangled with her in these new sheets. But above all, he loved feeling her bare skin against his own, sharing in her heat, basking in her warmth and soaking in it.
"Just ask Kinana to cover your shift." He suggested. "I'll be out on another job–"
"–You just got here."
Mirajane planted both her palms on his bare chest and lifted her head to stare down at him. Her brows knitted in the middle, obviously surprised and disappointed with Laxus' news.
"This apartment isn't cheap to pay, you know. And besides," He went to straighten the crease on her forehead, "I'll be back in no time."
"Well, you didn't have to go renting such expensive apartment. Didn't master offer–"
"–I'm an adult, Mira." He interrupted, slighted with what his girlfriend was insinuating. "I'm not gonna stay in that old man's basement. Besides, that old geezer doesn't understand privacy."
"You just wanted a place to bring your girls to." quipped Mira, pressing the other side of her cheek on his warm, bare chest.
Laxus knew it was a jab at his old reputation – the womanizer lightning dragon slayer who had the finest women each city he travelled to had to offer. He didn't take offense as he knew it was just Mira teasing him.
"One girl. I just wanted to bring one girl home."
Feeling a little witty, Mira lifted her head and once again sought Laxus' sunset eyes. "Yeah? Which one?" The quirk of the corner of her mouth made sure she he knew was just playing with him.
He answered with a grunt, falling back into his old, grumpy self. Mira giggled at this reaction, the cause of her sour mood all forgotten.
Then, when Mira went back seeking slumber on top of her muscled boyfriend and silence filled the air, Laxus began to ask.
"What do you think of the apartment?"
"I think it's too plain for your taste. And too big for just one person." She didn't even stutter, answering him candidly without moving from her comfortable position.
Laxus knew she had already made her own opinion and drew her judgment the first moment she stepped into that expensive apartment. He, too, made his own judgment the moment he saw it.
"That's because one, I wanted you to decorate it and two, this isn't meant for one person alone."
He waited for the woman to put two and two together and started to worry when a long time passed and she hasn't responded. Laxus wondered if he had to spell it out for her.
"Mira?"
Then, there was a confused gasp. As expected, Laxus was now faced with equally surprised and slightly uncertain blue eyes.
"Laxus, a-are you asking me to–"
"–move in with me, Mirajane." He finished for her, a foolish smile plastered across his face. He'd thought about it for so long, had run scenarios in his head on how she would respond: throwing herself to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, and crying in happiness. Laxus was sure the last one was the most plausible.
Except that he didn't expect how it would actually play out.
"No!"
Wait. Hold on. Back up.
"What?!"
Writer's Corner: It's been a long time coming. Hehehe. Well, of course there's still more to this. So stay tuned. :D