You guys are awesome! Your support on this has really been encouraging especially since I'm dealing with a rarely touched upon type of relationship dynamic here. Speaking of which... The second half of this chapter... Totes the lemon y'all have asked for. Meaning skip it if you aren't of the age or persuasion to read it and appreciate it.

You are reading Crack fiction. Kinda indicates you are a super big fan of Fairy Tail (that or a super perv, since this group of authors is kinda... you know) so you already know Hiro Mashima wrote it, and owns it, and isn't going to give it to any of us to turn into a paperback porno. Or whatever. Not that I'm downgrading my fellow authors work or anything, because I totally love you guys, or bashing paperback books, or pornos...Let's just read the story.

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Mira wasn't even involved yet and it was awkward. Maybe it was just Lucy. She felt like... Like she was falling up. She had no clue what she was doing, or what they were doing, or what they even were at this point. They were in some vague limbo place between friends/teammates and... something more, like... dating, which they weren't. At least she thought they weren't.

She wasn't confused about if they worked or not, because they did. Freed was her anchor. He held her to the ground, kept her from flying off into space. In return she steadied him, gave him direction and traction so he could go places instead of spinning in circles. They were each other's moons. They orbited each other. And if she ever said that out loud she would sound totally nuts. Because that was so what she should do. Walk uo to the smartest person she had ever met and 'hi, I feel like you are my anchor, will you be my moon? We can spin around in circles together and sing ring around the rosie'. Not!

They had been on two dates since the poltergeist mission. At least she thought they were dates, but neither of them had specifically said 'date' so she couldn't be sure. The first had been a picnic by the ocean. Sort of. They had just happened to take lunch in a basket when they walked down to a slightly less cliffy spot on the coast to summon her new spirits. Delphinius the Dolphin and Pices Volans the Flying Fish. Both being water type spirits Lucy had wanted to summon them in water, just in case. Any old water would have worked, but she remembered Aquarius's inhuman rage when she had used the bathtub to summon her the first time. She was four, she thought the tub was huge, the Mermaid had disagreed. The ocean had been the safest bet.

Turns out she didn't need the ocean or even water, but it had been fun. Epsilon, her Dolphin spirit was Aquarius's nephew, but he was everything she wasn't. He used sonar and sound magic and he danced, disco she thought but wasn't sure. He was bright, and flashy, and friendly, and he talked more than Bix, Natsu, and Happy combined. Ripley her Flying Fish, who really looked like a fish with bird wings and arms, flew and swam. He could hold her to allow her to fly, which was awesome, and he could help her breath under water, which was freaky because she had to put her head in his mouth to do that. She was thrilled. Freed had found the process of making contracts with her spirits fascinating which had thrilled her even more.

Their second date had been a result of long hours of study at his house over something Cana had brought back from one of her missions. They had lost track of time and dinner had been delivery eaten on the couch while the LV played a documentary on the social interactions of sea creatures. She had been glued to the screen until she passed out. She woke up the next morning with her head on Freed's chest and both of them still fully clothed in his bed. It would have been technically classified as a sleepover date.

If you counted the night she had tended to his back as a date, which Laxus, Bickslow, Evergreen, her nosy best friend, and her nosy best friend's grouchy mate, and her nosy best friend's grouchy mate's cat all did, then they had been on three dates. Did that mean they were dating? She didn't know. Did that make her Freed's girlfriend? She kinda hoped not actually. She had done that once. The minute the boyfriend/girlfriend titles came into play the guy had become a controlling possessive jerk and she had punted him out of her life, literally. It would break her heart if that happened with her and Freed, not that she thought he would be like that, but you never knew until it happened. Besides wasn't the guy supposed to ask? Except she was kinda the... Instigator of all their relationship type moments.

So here she was in limbo, and it sucked. Except is didn't. They seemed to both be pretty happy where they were, being who they are, doing what they did, aside from Lucy being really confused about the what part of all that. She kept playing her watching game, though it was becoming less a game and more just the way they were. Freed seemed to appreciate it, in fact some days he reminded her of a cat just soaking up sunshine and glowing.

He sought her out more frequently now. They would sit together, talk, occasionally slightly more than casual touches were exchanged. Why Mira wasn't losing her ever loving mind over them and planning their wedding and three sequential baby showers she didn't know. There was actually a bigger hubbub over the increased comfort between Lucy and Bix than the romance Lucy thought was obvious between her and Freed. Today for instance, Lucy was sitting with Freed on the new S-class couch, her legs and bare feet draped across his lap as they both read silently. If it had been anybody else in this position Mira would be out of her mind with baby fever. Instead she could be heard mumbling about blue-haired, brown-eyed and blond-haired, red-eyed babies, when all Bickslow had done was ruffle her hair as he walked past.

The large leather couch had been Lucy's idea, purchased with her money and runed by Freed to keep it alive. She had Elfman and Bickslow carry it up while Freed kept Laxus distracted in his office. While the lightning slayer had thrown a bit of a fit over it when he saw it he hadn't thrown the couch. Obviously it wasn't really the S-class couch, they just called it that because it was on the balcony that used to be limited to S-class wizards. It had been referred to as the thunder couch once but the jokes Bix started making had killed that name real fast with everyone but him and Cana.

Lucy sucked in a quick breath when Freed started drawing circles on her ankle with the tips of his fingers. She peeked at his face over her book to find his eyes still glued to his book. That tiny smirk said he knew exactly what he was doing. She had never thought of her feet as sensitive, but as his elegant fingers continued to glide over her skin she decided she had been seriously underappreciating her feet. Her pedicures he'd never felt this good or sent these kinds of sensations shooting up her bones though, so maybe it was Freed's fingers she had been underappreciating.

"Mmm. Keep that up and I might chain your hands to my feet." His eyes stayed on his book as he answered.

"If you are attempting to dissuade me there are innumerable other threats that would be more effective." She nibbled at her lip as she actually began visualizing her threat as a reality.

"And if I wasn't?" He pressed his thumb firmly up into the arch of her foot and she groaned. "Do that again." Expecting it enabled her to time down her response to a soft moan this time.

"Hey! Whatever the fuck you two are doing over there cut it the hell out!" Lucy stuck her tongue out at the blond glaring at them.

"Why is it that you find reading so offensive, Laxus?" Her giggle at Freed's question just might have been more of a snicker.

"Anything that makes Blondie smell like that in public is offensive." She could feel the blush heating her cheeks. The fact that Laxus could smell how turned on she was right now was super embarrassing. When Freed just seemed to put a little more into his foot rub Lucy decided Laxus was an ass for trying to ruin her fun and he should totally pay.

"Laxus, you have," She intentionally moaned the next word, not that she needed to try to do that. "No idea what kinds of Magical things I found over here."

"I don't want to have an idea either! Cut that shit out."

"Don't be a stick in the mud, Boss. Let Cosplayer share with the class." *share, share, so sexy.

"Thank you, Bix. It would be my pleasure."

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"Transformations, takeovers, summonings, etcetera of an infernal or demonic nature are often viewed as accursed or dark in nature." Lucy intentionally allowed her reactions to Freed's continued foot rub bleed into her voice as she read aloud. "However generally speaking such spells are not considered forbidden because they are evil, but because it takes a great deal of fortitude to control this type of magicc. If cast by a wizard of insufficient will or one with the wrong state of mind these spells can run wild and cause great calamities and large scale disasters."

"For fuck's sake." Bickslow and Evergreen were both laughing by this point.

"What about you, Freed? Surely your reading can't be as stimulating as mine."

"Oh, I beg to differ, Miss Lucy." Freed kept his hands moving as he read, timing the light, gasp inducing brushes of his fingers up the inside of her ankle with words containing three syllables, and the rubbing of her arch that caused her to groan with any words longer than that. "Partnerships and contracts of a magical nature are based on indubitable trust between the wizard and the creatures, or spirits they work with. If that trust is called into question it can damage the relationship, resulting in communication breakdown and a lack of cooperation by both parties. As a result spells cast will weaken, misfire, or fail entirely. In some instances the contract itself can even come to be considered null and void."

"Yes! Just like that. Read to me, Freed!"

"You two take your wierd, kinky nerd shit someplace else, damn it!" The horror on Laxus's face was hilarious.

"Are you two teasing Laxus again?" When Mira had arrived Lucy wasn't sure, but she had managed to place food and drinks within reach of the whole team already. "Or are you trying to make Bickslow jealous?" Lucy gaped at Mira as she skipped off mumbling about babies, none of which were green-haired and brown-eyed.

"Seriously? What is with her?"

"I actually talked to her about this very thing last night." The big grin on Evergreen's face was a bit scary. "She is still convinced that Freed is super gay for Laxus and it hasn't occurred to her that you two could be anything more than strictly platonic friends."

"I trust you did nothing to dissuade her of that notion?"

"I might have even encouraged her to think about how cute Laxus and Freed's babies were going to be."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Ever!"

"Think of it, Boss. Imagine the look on her face when Cosplayer pops out Freed's babies instead of mine!" *nerd babies, the shock. Lucy threw her book at Bickslow.

"Nobody is having anybody's babies!"

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He was doing it again, playing with her feet while they read. Except this time they were in the privacy of Freed's home and his fingers kept ghosting higher and higher. It had been so gradual that she hadn't noticed until his touch behind her knee sent hot chills through her whole body. She very slowly lowered her book and watched him. A foot rub, even a sexy one, was one thing, but Freed Justine didn't trace infinity symbols over just anyone's thighs, which he started doing before she finally reacted.

"Freed." Something in her voice must have sounded like a warning because he froze.

"Yes, Miss Lucy."

"What is your primary focus at this moment?"

"Primary focus?"

"Are you avoiding answering my question, Imp?" She had never spoken to him like this before and when his eyes widened she feared for a moment she had gone to far.

"N-no, Miss Lucy." His fingers on her leg twitched just a bit and he sounded breathless. His eyes were still on his book which she was glad for because if he had looked at her she might have lost her nerve.

"Then tell me. Am I distracting you from your reading or is your book preventing you from focusing all your attention on me?"

"The attention I am giving to my reading material prevents me from being fully absorbed by your presence, Miss Lucy." Mavis, she loved the way he phrased things.

"Hmm. Maybe I should be jealous. What are you reading about?"

"Old Sinish."

"The tongue of ancient Sins." She felt the muscles her legs rested on shiver. "And what has my Imp found in his book that is distracting him from the feel of my skin under his fingers?" His hand slid just a touch higher on her leg.

"Nothing. My search has been unsuccessful in that regard."

"Good. That pleases me." His eyes finally left the book she was fairly certain he had been failing to actually see for some time now. His expression was almost begging. She had been primarily going on instinct today and it seemed to be working so when the urge to get up and straddle his lap hit her she did so. She set both of their books on the end table and pressed against his shoulders. He willingly leaned back against the couch and she held herself there, hovering above him.

Freed was a powerful wizard and a man who had her beat in height, weight, and strength. She knew very well that he was letting her do as she wished because he wanted to. He would barely have to think to stop her, but he wasn't. In fact he seemed to enjoy how she was acting very much, and that thrilled her all the way to her bones, made her feel powerful and alive. It also made her feel incredibly hungry just for him and he was looking very tasty.

She had wanted to kiss him for a long while and now she could think of no reason not to. His lips were smooth and firm and when he kissed her back she just melted right there on top of him. He let her set the tone without hesitating to follow her when she deepened it. He tasted so good, like earl grey tea, and cream, and something smokey she could only describe as Freed. It was perfect except...

"Stop thinking and hold me, Freed." One of his arms was instantly around her waist and his other hand was at the nape of her neck, fingers in her hair. She ran her hands up into his hair and sighed. The man took such good care of his hair it was like touching a dream. When she rolled her hips he bucked under her just a bit and groaned. Now it was perfect.

She pulled one hand from his hair and set to removing his cravat and popping open the buttons of his jacket. Then she found she needed both hands for the little buttons on his shirt. Normally she could have done that one handed, but she was a bit distracted the way his mouth felt under hers. When she reached his belt she stopped. Later maybe she would keep going, but for now this was enough.

She pulled away from the kiss to watch her hands slide up over pale skin and lean muscle. Freed was a scholar, yes, but he was also a wizard and it showed in the clear definition under her fingertips. She ran a nail over a nipple on the way up and his hands spasmed where they now rested, one on her hip and one on her waist. His magic was swirling purple in his eye, reminding her of how much power she had pinned to the couch by the tips of her dainty fingers.

She watched his eyes widen as she leaned down and close with a shuddering sigh when she flattened her tongue over his nipple. She moaned at the taste of him and began to kiss and nibble her way toward his neck. Her nipping at his collarbone gained her a gasp so she stayed there for a bit to explore. Then she wove her fingers through his hair and tipped his head back to lay kissed up his throat, listening to his gasps as she did so. She absolutely loved being able to hear how much he enjoyed her touch.

"You taste so... Good." The bite she gave him this time was more than a nibble. It startled a small cry from him and he pulled her lower body closer to his. "Mmm. You liked that didn't you?" She felt him nod. She bit him again and he made an almost whimpering sound. "Speak when I ask you a question, Imp."

"Y-yes, Miss Lucy." She began to suck hard on his skin and he moaned. His hips began rocking up against hers and the evidence of his excitement had her all but breathless as she matched his rhythm. She sat back and looked him straight in the eyes as she ground her core on his, rolling her hips in long, slow circles. Then she pulled his hands from her and lifted herself up until they were no longer touching.

"Take the belt off. And your shirt and jacket." She watched hungrily while he did so. When he was done he watched her, hands waiting for her permission to touch her again. Instead of giving it she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, pulling it and her shirt off in one move. The way he was looking at her now she felt like He might bite Her.

"You are a goddess." His eyes flicked up to hers then ever so slowly traced down her body. "So perfectly beautiful." What girl didn't want to be called a perfectly beautiful goddess?

"Would you like to touch me?" He leaned forward just a hair before stopping.

"Like is an insufficient word to convey how much I ache to touch you."

"Do I have your full attention, Imp?"

"I am incapable of thinking of anything except you in this moment, Miss Lucy." She led his hands to rest on her hips. He held on firmly but didn't move from where she put him.

"You are still thinking though. I will have to look into changing that." He shuddered and she smiled. "Only when all your attention is on me may you touch any more of me than my hands, feet, and ankles. I will not be an afterthought. Do you understand me, Imp?"

"Yes, Miss Lucy."

"Good." She buried her fingers back in his beautiful green hair. "Then you may touch me any way you wish." His wide eyes met hers once more before going back to her bare chest. Slowly he slid his hands up over the skin of her waist. When his hands reached her ribs she sank back down to sit in his lap. She leaned into his touch when he palmed her breasts, trying to burn his awestruck look into her memory. Every pass of his fingers over her nipple she ground herself against his erection. When they were both bordering on desperate she pulled his face to her breasts. Oh how she loved his talented, dexterous, multilingual tongue.

"More. Suck hard, Freed. Yes! Just like that." He could make her come just like this if she let him, she just knew it. That wasn't that she wanted this time though. Her pussy was throbbing and she needed that big, hard cock she was grinding on inside her. She pulled away from him and stood. "If you don't take those pants off right now I won't be held responsible for how many pieces they are in."

She had planned to be back in his lap the instant they were both naked. When she saw that fine specimen of a man bared before her however her plans changed. Instead of planting her ass in his lap she planted her face in it. She gave him no warning before she dove in and took all of him in that she could.

"Fuck!" His whole body jerked and he hit the back of her throat hard enough to hurt, but it was worth it to have driven Freed to cursing. That and he tasted amazing. She ran her nails up and down the insides of his theighs as she bobbed her head and sucked. "M-mi- Ah! Lucy! Mavis! Plea-" She had done it. She sucked harder and groaned as she realized she, Lucy Heartfilia, had rendered Freed Justine incapable of speech. When the pitch of his gasps changed she pulled away with a pop.

She stradled him again, but didn't sit. No. She would draw this out. She wanted to hear him beg her. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her whole hand against the wetness pooling there and moaning, then held it up for him to see. He whimpered and she felt his hips jerk just a bit. She held his gaze and ran her tongue along one of her fingers. He gasped and leaned toward her, but she pressed him back with her other hand.

"You want a taste, Imp?"

"Yes!" His gasp was almost silent and she loved it. She licked her hand again and then kissed him, thrusting her tongue against his. He moaned into her mouth and bucked his hips. She wrapped her hand around his dick and covered him in her moisture. He thrust into her hand and groaned. She rubbed his hardness against her heat.

"Hold still." He grit his teeth and nodded. She held them both still, with the head of his cock pressed against her opening. He gasped as she started clenching and relaxing her muscles, and she wondered how long he could last feeling that without being allowed inside. "You wanna fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"How much?"

"Please! Miss Lucy, please!"

"Will you please me?"

"Yes! Please! Let- let me please you, Miss Lucy!" She smiled and dropped herself onto him. "Ah!" His whole body bowed up and she couldn't contain her loud groan at how he filled her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and turned them both until she was lying on the couch with him on top of her.

"Fuck me Freed. Fuck me hard and fast and please us both." Oh Mavis did he ever do exactly what she asked. She screamed when he forced her off the edge of that cliff and when she could finally see again they were both still shuddering occasionally. Freed had collapsed on top of her with his face tucked against her neck. "Wow." He just hummed at her. His long green hair was everywhere and she was pretty sure it was going to take a serious shower and about an hour to tame it. She planned to do just that and spoil the hell out of her Imp. Just as soon as she could feel her fingers and toes.

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To be continued