There have been a few requests for a Lucy x Bickslow part in the story and I agree, we've been teased with their prior relationship of sorts enough so I finally got the muse to focus and write how that all began and even the inception of her creative lacrima idea. So, without further adieu I'll leave you to read and hopefully enjoy.

Part V

Standing in front of the building's façade Bickslow couldn't help but hesitate going in. He just kenw this bar was one of those suit and tie establishments where the wealthy and bored gathered to measure their checkbooks and while he'd be the first to admit he cut one hell of figure in a suit he'd rather not have people trying to calculate his net worth when trying to unwind.

Damn his armor and helmet for making him unrecognizable in public ensuring he was the only who had a chance of getting in. How she got in in the first place was the real miracle, everyone in Fiore knew she was Fairy Tail.

Biting the bullet Bickslow adjusted his tie and opened the door waving casually to the door man and letting the mellow jazz ease the tension in his shoulders. It only took a single glance around the place to destroy all his preconceptions. Sure this place obviously catered to the wealthy, plush leather loungers setup for socializing, the occasional felt-lined table for cards, and gleaming crystal glasses sparkling in the mood lighting with the heavy sent of quality whiskey and cigars perfuming the air. This was more like a Boscan gentlemen's club than the pretentious bar he'd been prepared for. The warm dark oak paneling even reminded him of his father's study back home. The servers (both male and female) wore classy (to a Boscan at least) uniforms as they moved gracefully from patron to patron.

Easing into a comfortable looking armchair Bickslow loosened his tie and signaled a server over ignoring the mild glare from her in the chair next to him. He was not even going to touch that until he had at least one drink in him.

Humming Bickslow made a mental note to remember this place for when his family came to visit, that and thank the blonde for bring his attention to this little slice of home in the heart of Magnolia when she was a little more amenable.

Lucy narrowed her eyes as the seith mage continued ignoring her in favor for his drink taking another sip of the amber liquid in her own tumbler. This was her sanctuary, a place she'd been sure no one in the guild would dare to follow or be allowed entrance even if they did, frankly. All the mages in Fairy Tail were widely known in Magnolia for being destructive so high-end places like this made it a point to not allow anyone from their guild in; they had to if they wanted to stay in business. The Brotherhood of Thieves had even hired the Minstrellian Rune mage at the door to make sure any volatile characters stayed out.

She was the an exception in this establishment, she knew she was. When her temper and spirits got riled she could cause just as much devastation but without anyone to incite her and the personal introduction by Dominic Elluris, a famous Boscan fashion designer, Lucy was allowed entrance.

Elluris, or Dom as he preferred to have Lucy call him, had an incredibly successful line of specialized clothing for mages and seen the spread she'd done for Sorcerer's Weekly one day. It was to promote her second novel but in it she'd shared more than one story where her clothing was destroyed regardless of her best efforts to stay dressed and how it became sort of a running joke in the guild, hence her action figure's unique feature. It had been embarrassing at the time but peaked the designer's interest which led to a steady job for her to test out Dom's latest and most beautiful creations against her destructive team and natural bad luck; a win-win at the end of the day really.

Lucy'd been coming here to get away from it all ever since and didn't appreciate the interloper sitting next to her even if he looked incredibly delicious in his tailored suit without his helmet on. Who knew without all his armor Bickslow actually had a lickable looking body?

"How'd you find this little gem Cosplayer? I'd swear I was in Bosco if I didn't know any better." Bickslow finally broke the silence between them.

"Could be because a Boscan introduced me to it," she answered amiably enough. It helped the man hadn't said anything for the better part of 20 minutes and when he did it wasn't to tease her like he did at the guild.

Bickslow only hummed in response.

"Bickslow, why are you here?" Lucy finished her drink and set it down right before her usual server Xem brought her a fresh one.

"Well," he paused to scratch his chin, "after the scene with your team at the guild a few of us were worried when you stormed out especially when Natsu, Gray and Erza all came back complaining they couldn't get past the door man to settle you little misunderstanding."

Lucy smiled darkly. She knew they wouldn't be able to get in here and now she owned Gabriel, said door man, big time. Maybe she could take him along to her book signing in Minstrel next week? It was only place currently outside of Fiore where she had any acclaim at all so it was going to be very little work and a whole lot of play all on her publisher's jewel. She could say he was her person security or something and the man could get paid to visit his home. Sounded like a good plan to her.

"Yes well that little misunderstaing was actually them hospitalizing a guy just because I picked him up at a bar before we got back from our last mission. It wasn't even because we were still on the job, nope we'd finished that hours before but we had to wait for the morning to catch the train back. They just objected to me having casual sex."

Lucy forced her hand to ease the grip on her glass. She'd tried to protect him but the idiot was one of those fabled gentlemen and didn't know before-hand all of them were powerful mages so planted himself in front of her to protect her from the obvious crazy people. By the time he realized his mistake he was unconscious and bleeding. Lucy'd sent her team away, got the man to the doctors and filed a witness report listing all three of their names as the aggressors just physically sick at what they'd done.

She even waited until the guy woke up to apologize for what happened and paid his bill. Thankfully he didn't blame her for any of it.

What made it worse was they were being hypocrites. All three of them had been at the same club with her and she'd seen Gray's tongue shoved down some random chick's throat, heard Natsu grunting with some dude in the men's room and seen Erza down on her knees under a table face buried in a guy's lap. So what, because her conquest wanted to ravish her somewhere clean and comfortable he wasn't good enough?

The man had been trained by Sudepah in his early teens while his parents were on assignment in Pelerno as ambassadors for a few years. They been very progressive for Fiorens and decided they liked the way youth were taught to accept their bodies and basic drives instead of shaming them.

"Well fuck, that's not what they said. You gonna to be ok?" Things made a hell of a lot of more sense now. Shit, had his team pulled a stunt like that he'd of dropped their asses too. There was such a thing as boundaries and her team definitely needed to learn them. Still, it must have been hard for Lucy to do, all of Team Destruction were insanely close.

"Yeah, it's been a long time coming only this was finally enough to push Stache Face over the line." Lucy mused swirling her drink.

"Who?"

"The Celestial Spirit King."

"Okay…"

Seeing Bickslows obviously confused face Lucy tried to summarize the situation.

"So, you know my magic is based off of contracts and promises yes?" At Bickslow's nod she continued. "Well when I first joined the guild Natsu sort of tricked me into promising to be his partner and through that a part of Team Natsu. I literally couldn't leave the team without potentially losing all my contracts. Loke's been trying to get the agreement voided ever since Gramps disbanded the guild but Stache Face is ancient and stubborn as hell. Turns out this last disaster finally made him realize that unless something changed I was never going to have all those celestial summoning babies he is counting on so my family line doesn't end with me. There are so few of us left, every one of us counts. So, this morning he voided the 'contract' between Natsu and the team since the 'standard terms of a celestial contract had been breached be the opposing party."

Bickslow shuttered. He thought he had it bad from his father always bugging him and his siblings to settle down and make him some grandbabies to spoil; he couldn't imagine having the literal king of his magic on his case too tweaking the very foundation of his magic to make it happen.

"Well," Bickslow stretched not missing the way Lucy's warm brown eyes fixed on his body, "can't help you with the baby thing, at least not this month, but if you want a more… fulfilling… way to relax you only have to ask." He let his tongue give a small preview before smirking at how her tongue darted out briefly.

Lucy eyed him carefully. He was attractive, there was no denying that now she could actually see him, and from what she'd seen of him fighting and dancing at the guild he was flexible and knew how to move too. Nice broad shoulders, powerful looking thighs…she could just imagine what his ass felt like under her hands while it flexed driving him into her harder, deeper.

"Tempting but you'll catch shit more than from just my old team if the guild finds out and Natsu…" Squirming just a little to try and settle the heat building in her core desperately trying to clear her mind of vivid images she finally answered. She didn't like it, wish everyone would just mind their own business but no matter what she did everyone felt like they had a right to try and dictate her life.

"And if I could guarantee the slayers didn't smell a thing?" Bickslow asked knowing they were the biggest hurdle, trying to keep his comment light but damn if he didn't want to get his hands on the sexy little blonde. Woman was like walking temptation and he was a hot blooded Boscan. At first he hadn't made a move because Bossman seemed to have had a thing for her, then there had been the question on just how close Loke and she really were. After that… she'd stopped taking him seriously when he tried flirting with her.

Like hell he was going to miss this chance to share pleasure with Lucy FUCKING Heartfilia to a little thing like a keen sense of smell.

Lucy stood gracefully setting a stack of bills on the table with her empty glass.

"Well?" she asked looking over her shoulder expectantly back at the seith mage who still hadn't moved. She'd heard great things from Cana and they all sounded really good to her sex deprived self right now. It had been way too long since she'd been able to orgasm.

Knocking back the rest of his drink grimacing at the smooth burn Bickslow quickly settled his bill before looping an arm around her petit body and pulling her into his side.

ALGS

Grunting Bickslow braced himself as Lucy scaled his body after slammed him into his front door devouring his mouth. He'd of smiled if his lips weren't more pleasantly engaged, calloused palms happily under her tiny skirt full of blessedly bountiful bare butt cheeks. He was even more thankful she'd waited until they got inside before pouncing; the last thing he needed was to give his neighbors a show.

"Too…many…layers." Lucy bit his bottom lip drawing a little blood getting frustrated at finding another shirt separating her from his caramel colored skin.

"Fuck!" Bickslow swore pulling back enough to rip everything above his waist off over his head before he dived back in slamming Lucy into the adjacent wall so his hands remained free to make a start on her blouse.

Slowly they made their way towards his room hands frantically grabbing, caressing, teasing every bit of exposed skin they could, rending anything that got in their way oblivious to the overturned lamps and furniture they left behind each more focused trying to wrestle control from the other. Fortunately for Bickslow Virgo had taken it upon herself to follow them at some distance righting the destruction and leaving with the remnants of what had been their clothing to, in Bickslow's case, use as a template for replacements.

Finally in his room Bickslow grabbed Lucy's tiny waist and tossed her on his bed, loving the way she looked completely ravished on his mussed sheets. He stalked her from across the room, faintly glowing gaze locked on her warm doe eyes, pupils blown wide with her arousal. She was all his for at least the night, a night he was going to make the most of.

Hands on firm thighs Bickslow spread her legs wide as he sank to his knees settling her legs on his shoulder before letting his tongue drag up her inner thigh, firming the tip to work circles around a particularly sensitive spot before biting down hard enough to bruise her deliciously pale skin sucking and soothing the same spot before repeating on her other leg.

Lucy was having trouble breathing, back arched high off the bed, eyes rolled back as she gripped the silk below her trying to hold on for death life as Bickslow worked some sort of voodoo on her with his tongue. She'd scream if her jaw wasn't clenched so hard.

Bickslow hummed while he swirled, suckled and teasing the warm soft dark pink flesh. Not even his brother Vander the Sudepah prodigy could match his skill with his tongue and finally getting one up on this feisty woman had his ego preening.

"Mooooree ughnnnn!" Lucy screamed fire running so hot through her veins so close to that sharp edge when everything stopped.

"Patience is next to godliness Cosplayer," he smirked at her glare letting his lips tease her over-sensitized skin.

"Actually it's the flip side to cleanliness, but it's still fucking important," she finished the line from critically hated film that she secretly loved more than a little startled to hear someone else quote it. That didn't last long as suddenly that talented tongue was back where it mattered causing her to squeal, loudly.

"Brownie points to Cosplayer," he said voice full of humor letting his fingers dance over the blonde's writhing body pinching her clit sending her flying for the first time that night.

"Bixy!" Lucy screamed body shaking uncontrollably completely floored. No one had gotten her off without penetration before let alone as fantastically as this. Who did she have to kill to make this a regular thing?

Bickslow slide up Lucy's body letting his skin glide over hers hands ghosting over generous curves thanking his lucky stars now that he been unrecognizable outside his gear enough to join her in the bar. Wouldn't trade this moment for anything as he finally slide home groaning as her muscles continued to spasm around him.

"Bickslow's full body service for your pleasure. You've ordered the platinum treatment," he flexed his hips grinding into her pliant body. "Clients should be warned that normal operation will be limited the day following execution of this service package-"

"Fuck you," she groaned as his weight settled more firmly between her hips trying to wrap her mind around how very full she was feeling at the moment.

"That's what we're doing but don't worry, I'm used to operational systems shorting out once the servicing has started." He grinned wickedly chuckling as Lucy pulled him forcefully into another kiss hands gripping his hair. Oh yes, he was definitely going to enjoy this.

ALGS

Smiling brightly Lucy skipped along the canal on her way home from the guild body still sore after the four whole days Bickslow had kept her at his house. She didn't think there was a surface left in his place they hadn't played on or under or in…

He'd cooked for her, they'd watched movies, she'd vented some more and actually got Bickslow to open up too all between mind blowing bouts of bone melting sex. It was interesting to learn that Bickslow's magic gave him a soul mate somewhere out there and that's why he didn't ever date, couldn't stand the thought of getting attached knowing they weren't "the one".

She could respect that, even more so before her feelings of budding companionship turned romantic instead of friendly. The idea of mates was not knew to her either so instead of agonizing over what the hell all this meant Lucy just relaxed and enjoyed while they played and plotted the long week-end away. They even took the time to come up with their own hand signals and facial cues so when speaking wasn't an option while they explored knew territory (for Lucy anyway) they could still easily communicate.

When she'd finally showered, this time with Bickslow's special soap made by one of his sisters specifically to save dragonslayer senses and dressed to leave it was to the understanding that they were both agreeable for repeats when needed or even wanted. Like hell was Lucy going to give up friendly benefits with her very own sexy Boscan, another revelation that weekend.

No way. No how.

She was in such a good mood she only kicked Natsu through a wall once while she'd laid down some rules with her friends. If they proved they could give her space and stay out of her sex life she even agreed to take a least one of them on any jobs that took her out of town for the time being. It was a compromise but one she hoped they could all live with and grow from.

Seeing something in the corner of her eye Lucy spun around and walked carefully towards the large window display. The featured items weren't anything flashing, frankly the new micro lacrimas in the latest mobile model held her attention more than the coms did.

Memories of Larcade and his pleasure magic during the Alvarez war flashed in her mind. What if she could work a pleasure spell into those tiny lacrimas but with limits so it didn't get into dangerous territory? These bad boys professed being able to run off of any kind of magic making them much more affordable for working mages. She could probably shrink their sizes too for her burgeoning idea to work since they didn't need to hold a charge. All they would have to do was respond to the influx of magic…

Changing directions to the bookstore basic plans started to form in her mind. Number one on her list would be to find a way to have them safely implanted in her body but separate from her magical containers so they weren't constantly "on". The second was to ensure a way that they stayed off unless she wanted otherwise so if a spell hit her at inappropriate times she wasn't left writhing in a dangerous situation.

I hope King Nuryev's work on lacrima manipulation has some ideas I can use, she thought mildly. The brilliant Sevenese scientist and Monarch had publish a book recently on the research his late mother had forced him to do involving lacrima and various applications it could be applied to. It was definitely something she wanted to read before she started doing anything practical.

"Oh I'll have to tell Bix! Maybe he'll think of something I'm forgetting?" she cheered quickening her pace super excited to start.

End of story

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Much Love, Blas