Laxus had been too busy being annoyed by "The Drunk's" handsy actions when he walked in to fully appreciate the blonde bombshell. After closing the suite door and turning to face his cute little mate Laxus was immediately robbed of his breath and his brain's ability to verbalize anything other than a funny gurgling gasp and undignified squeak. His eyes lit up with a very appreciative lustful gleam and her took herhand and twirled her around letting out a low wistle. Lucy laughed and winked at her slayer. "You don't look so bad yourself lightning man!" They smiled at each. Laxus couldn't wait any longer and pulled her dainty frame to his. He kissed her dusty pink lips. Lucy could feel his love and desire radiating through the kiss. It felt alive and exciting and, strangely enough, like home. Shr pulled away for air. Laxus smirked down at her and wiped away a bit of the lipgloss that had gone askew from the kiss. Lucy smirked right back and grabbed a handkerchief from her clutch. Laxus lookes like he had lost a battle with a jar of petroleum jelly. Her iridescent lipgloss was smeared all over his mouth, chin, and under his nose. She wiped it all away, and checked her makeup in the bar mirror. She quickly fixed it. Laxus watched her in such awe. She was a goddess standing there in the diffused lighting of the suite's living area. The beads sparkled like the stars... like a magical aura radiating off her. He embraced her from behind, kissing her neck. He had missed this so damn much. "Enough of that, Dragon! Dinner starts in fifteen, and I should have been down there already. We spent way too much time playing tonsil hockey. Are you ready to go?" Laxus could have sworn it was only a minute that they had been kissing, but looking at his watch, realized it had been a half an hour. That was an awfully strange phenomenon, losing time like that. He sighed. "Alright, whatever my goddess wishes." With that, they left the suite and began their walk to the elevators.