Prompt: "How do you find my moves?" for BixLu.

Every request I do ends up being completely ridiculous, I swear.

Dance of the Wild

Lucy's eyes lifted from her novel in her hands when she saw movement in the corner of the room. Looking up, she found her husband of six years leaning with one arm against the doorframe, and with what appeared to be his attempt at a seductive smirk on his lips.

"Yes?" Lucy said. She almost didn't want to know what was going through Bickslow's mind, just because she was sure it would be ridiculous.

Bickslow gave half a shrug as he finally sauntered into the room. "Nothin'," he said lightly.

His trek to his side of the bed was purposefully taking longer than usual, and Lucy watched suspiciously as Bickslow began to move a little more - not faster, though. Just more than necessary. His feet shuffled slightly, his shoulders bopped along with whatever song was playing in his head, and he even stirred his hips slightly. Or at least, that was what Lucy suspected he was trying to do.

He pulled his t-shirt off and spun it around on his finger before letting it fly towards Lucy. He grimaced when it landed right on her head - that hadn't been part of the plan. Thankfully, Lucy's expression seemingly hadn't changed much by the time she removed the (mostly) clean shirt from her head and dropped it onto the floor beside her, so Bickslow's smirk grew wide as he finally, and slowly began to crawl onto the bed with a knee rising to rest on the edge.

"So? How do you find my moves?" he asked.

Lucy snorted. "Seriously?"

"What?" That really wasn't the response he'd been going for. He'd been expecting (and hoping) that Lucy would just grab him and pull him into bed with her. But nope. Apparently not.

"Was that supposed to be dancing?"

"W-Well… Yes… Kind of…" Bickslow mumbled. He'd admit, he was pretty fucking bad at it. But still, he'd thought it was obvious what he was trying to do.

Lucy quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles. She managed to mark her page in her book before she closed it in her laughter, only doubling over as her laughter grew uncontrollable. Bickslow pouted and crossed his arms across his chest as he finally sat in the bed. "You looked like… Like you were trying to do some kind of animal mating dance!" Lucy howled.

Bickslow's face grew warm as his wife teased him. Granted, Lucy had seemingly gotten the gist of his little dance, but he wouldn't have used those exact words. And Lucy just continuing to downright cry with how hard she was laughing at him was just rubbing salt in the wound. "Alright, fine. I get it. I suck at dancing," he mumbled. "No need to keep laughing at me…"

"Aw, I'm sorry," Lucy said softly then as she sat back up, scooting closer to Bickslow's side. It wasn't like she'd meant to laugh at him that much. It was just that… Well, it had been hilarious. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"I know."

"I just had no idea what you were trying to do because you looked so stupid, and I just couldn't help myself."

Bickslow rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks."

Lucy smiled before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "I'm sorry for laughing at you," she whispered. "But seriously, don't do that again unless you're actually trying to make me laugh at you."