A/N...Ha, ok, dont get used to so many so fast but this was already written for the most part when I posted the last update. I'm working the big story of Fate Decides alongside this now, this having not been meant to grow but ya know? As Bixy would say, Fun is fucking fun. Hope you all like it...DESNA

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Bickslow was prone to fidgeting, he was a high energy man, always had been. His once to twice daily work out routine come hell or high water even made Laxus look at him funny sometimes and the Lightning Slayer kept to his own workouts pretty doggedly, hence the mans build being like it was. Laxus though took days off for bad weather, not enough sleep and such, Bickslow never did. Work outs helped him manage his energy and focus so he was relentless about them.

Waiting for Erza to come down though had him fidgeting. He'd even gone to the guilds gym that morning and pushed himself, hard. Jogging home on burning legs because he was fucking nervous about tonight.

He didn't date, never really had even thought about it. He went out, picked up women easily, spent a night that sometimes spilled into the following day in bed with them then went back to life as usual.

Dating you did when you wanted something more than sex, when you wanted to spend time with someone and enjoy things with them and he'd never really felt it was something he could make work.

He had his friends that were like family, his guild, his hobbies and earned a very comfortable living, owned his fully renovated home outright so really, what more could he want? Sex was easy to get when he wanted it.

Women were almost universally happy with his personality, he could be plenty charming, he was Boscan, he adored women like any Boscan man did and had grown up knowing how to appreciate them and be comfortable in keeping them happy. Not bad looking, knew his body was above par because of his obsessive training and generous genetics. It was his magic though, something he could do nothing about that had kept him single and convinced him he was just going to stay that way.

Why bother dating when women were terrified by his magic? But Erza wasn't afraid of him, truthfully, if by some crazy accident, he did lose control over his magic at any point with her it required real focus and concentration to even fleetingly bring her under his control so she had no reason to be concerned, unlike most women.

So here he was, standing in his livingroom, about to take the guilds re-quip mage on a date. It was weird how anxious he was, he'd been living in the same house with the woman for almost two months, had been around her, fought alongside her for years.

It had to be the shift they were making with this step. Going from friends, guildmates stuck together by too much liquor, see if they could be…more. Doing this he was showing her he wanted her, and by agreeing, she'd finally let him know she was interested in him for more than just release from the stress and sadness she'd been going through.

This meant both of them saw something in the other they wanted more of. Holy fuck if that didn't freak him right the hell out too. If it went well, if they enjoyed themselves like he wanted them to, what next? They'd already kind of had sex…mostly. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed it too, what he could remember of it.

He could do a hell of a lot better though than a couple of orgasms pulled from her with his fingers, one from his mouth and her riding his mostly unmoving body until she got off and fell on the floor. Kind of hurt his pride that was all she had of him. Not so much though he was willing to take her up on any of her propositions since then though.

He knew he had to tread lightly too, this hadn't been a small decision. He couldn't just go into it thinking he'd try it and then ditch the idea if things weren't perfect because he knew that would crush the woman. No..he got that any man pursuing Erza now had to fucking mean it, want her, and be willing to go the distance. Or the hurt that could be caused was too much to justify the risk.

He'd put a lot of thought into that, he could always sit back, just spend the time he honestly had a lot of with her because she was living with him and see, it was the safest route really, because at the end of the 6 months if he wasn't sure, she'd never know he'd even thought about it and he could just walk away.

But they'd been seeing the counsellor, and she'd been using that time with him usually sitting quietly listening to her pour her heart out to the woman about Jellal, her worries about being unapproachable and all the rest.

No, if she was worth it she just fucking was and he wasn't ok being a coward and not stepping up and letting her know he was interested, she was wrong about being unapproachable and he'd fucking show her that by putting himself out there for rejection right along with her.

All of his thoughts though stilled when she finally came down the stairs. Dark red dress, an actual dance dress too, slinky, form fitting, but slit up her legs all the way to the tops of her thighs to allow her to move. He'd shown her the store where they sold them and clearly she'd gone and gotten one.

Her hair was up in a gold band and she had elbow length gloves that matched the dress on…she was breathtaking, and smiling shyly at him when he realized her was just standing there like a damn idiot staring at her.

"Holy hell you look amazing." He said softly and now the blush came and she was walking toward him "Thank you…"

She tried to keep her breathing steady, she was never nervous…but she was right now. She'd bought the dress the day after he'd shown her the shop that sold them, she'd bought a couple of them really. She'd thought she would be fine, she was around Bickslow every day, they'd just gotten back from their job a couple of days ago.

But seeing him standing there in a flawlessly fitted black suit…dear Gods the man took her breath away.

"The Garden" was the finest restaurant in Magnolia, five stars and every one of them well earned. Bickslow happened to have a friend that worked there and had gotten him reservations on short notice, usually the place was booked at least a month in advance.

They'd added a dance floor and a live band just last year, had hosted the dance clinic he'd attended that he'd wanted to take Lucy to as their way of introducing it. It wasn't the club scene, but he wanted to show her he was good for more than just drunken party clubs.

"I've never been here…" She admitted as they walked in.

He grinned "They don't serve Strawberry cake, the desert chef here specializes in liquor based candies, truffles, and their macarons are famous."

The Garden never failed to impress even Bickslow, it was set up in a massive greenhouse on the edge of south gate park and the gorgeous plants and flowers everywhere served to make every table private and gave a secluded feeling with ample privacy from other diners. In the center was a dance floor built around a circular platform where a live band played and while he loved club music, Bickslow also very much enjoyed live bands.

They talked mostly about the guild, their friends, she'd poured her heart out in front of him more than once, and she'd gotten him talking on the couch many times. It was comfortable, like it always was when they were together, the only difference now was she blushed more, whenever the topic strayed toward the evening, or he said something about her being beautiful. The table was intimate, they were seated close, it was designed that way so couples could enjoy the atmosphere and each other.

"So lets work up our appetite while we wait for our dinner." He stood and she grinned, taking his hand and walking out from behind the foliage onto the dance floor with him surprised by how many couples were already there.

Fortunately, the music playing had a slower pace and they settled into the familiar comfort of a waltz, and she could breathe, contact wasn't overly close and honestly, Bickslow was making her feel very unlike herself.

"Come on Amazon, you can do better, keep one leg between mine, don't be shy now, you know I love dancing with you." He grinned encouragingly and pulled her in a little closer, his hand moving from her waist to her lower back.

The feel of his legs though, firm muscle under the smooth silky fabric of his slacks, and the way they moved against hers, he was leading, always an incredible lead when it came to dancing, and she knew it was nothing more but it felt too good.

The music picked up and he grinned "Oh NOW we can show you off." He pulled her in against him them and she blushed at the contact, this was a tango, and he'd taught her this, it was mostly about keeping herself wrapped around him and following his movements and with his certainty, he was right, she did look amazing and he absolutely was showing her off.

He didn't miss that people had moved to watch them, given them space, he was leading her in this dance and stayed aware of where other couples were but he also swept her out and slid her around him, letting her body run down his side or turning her so her back was pressed against his chest and he had her arms up at his shoulders.

Close, fast, always touching, his grip on her moved around her waist and hips, her sides and back, even sliding down her thigh to bring her leg up over his hip before spinning her around. Ocho Adelante was one of her favorite steps, where she sharply stepped side to side swinging her hips before him, her dress moved perfectly with her, it felt glorious. Ocho Cardato, into Calecita, her single axis turns had become sure during all of their various impromptu dance lessons.

There was only him, him and the dance, his hands on her, their bodies coming together and moving against each other, when the music ended and she heard applause she blinking in confusion then blushed as red as her hair when she saw people had stopped to watch them.

Seeing her blushing Bickslow bowed to the small crowd because he was, at his heart, an unrepentant show off when it came to dancing, and he'd gotten to show off the most beautiful woman in the place as far as he was concerned and felt pretty damn good about the fact she was there with him.

He led her back to their table, finding the waiter setting out their food. "Just in time, sir, madam." He smiled, and let them sit before pouring them both wine and leaving.

"All those people…" Erza breathed.

"Yep, gorgeous woman starts dancing and people stop to watch, totally natural." Bix grinned, loving her renewed blush and flustered look.

The meal was incredible, and afterward he pulled her back to the dance floor while it was cleared, ordered their desert since Erza wasn't exactly sure what she wanted but he knew she'd want something, the woman had sweet fangs.

He kept to less flashy maneuvers, this time just wanting to hold her, not wanting to share her with an audience. He loved his bump and grind, but this was intimate in an elegant way.

She always smelled so good too, like roses and rain and her hair, the rich crimson tresses really were stunning, he'd brushed his fingers through them a few times, what he wanted was to bury his face in them and listen to her moaning into his shoulder… He shook that thought, yeah, much of that and he'd trip over his own damn feet.

He'd had an amazing evening, feeling her body on his through that dance had definitely been a high point but watching Erza discover deserts she hadn't known existed that pleased her? Next level.

She never had Macarons before and eyed them doubtfully.

"A cookie at a place like this? I am a little disappointed." She said and Bickslow said nothing, just nodded toward the flawless treats. "They actually require some skill to make, think of them as hand held filled cakes." Bickslow waited while she picked one up, he'd ordered the strawberry ones, of course, he'd never had that flavor before but he knew the little things had made his eyes roll back when Evergreen had insisted they all try them when the Raijinshuu had eaten here a while back. Even Laxus had been impressed.

They had the exact same impact on Erza, as soon as she bit into the little treat.

Soft, distinctly cake-like but a little chewy the texture was neverless light as air and the filling…dear Gods in the sky the explosion of pure fresh strawberry couldn't have been any more intense.

Bickslow grinned, score another one for him. Damn the way her face looked…oh he wanted to see that in another context pretty badly. See if he could make that look of pleasure more intense. He'd sure love to try.

Once finished Bickslow paid the bill and they walked home, her leaning into him to stay warm, his arm around her keeping her close.

"Did you have fun?" He asked, she nodded vigorously

"Yes, it was a wonderful evening…thank you.' She smiled up at him and he grinned, "Still not too late, we can curl up on the couch with that movie you brought home."

She smiled, nodding, she really didn't want the night to end, she'd never had such a wonderful evening, never been on a date at all and had to feel a little sad about that now that she had.

The whole evening she'd been the only thing a handsome man had paid any attention to, her, the warrior woman. Of all the men in the guild she never would have thought about Bickslow for anything beyond the partying at that club. He was sort of who you thought of, when you thought of drinking to excess, partying and sex two guild members came to mind, Cana for the women, Bickslow for the men.

In reality though, away from that, he was thoughtful, funloving, entertaining and God help her, so attractive she was about to melt into a puddle when he shed his cloak and suit jacket, hung the cloak on the coat tree by the door where she hung her own then tossed the jacket over the back of a chair. While she undid the straps of her dancing shoes and curled up onto the couch she watched him sort through the stack of movies on the entertainment center, undoing his tie, tossing it over with the jacket and unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt.

He was only doing it to get comfortable before finding the movie she'd brought home, put it into the player and slid in next to her, moving one leg behind her against the back of the couch so she could slide up into their customary movie watching position and lay against his chest.

Once everything was on and the movie was starting his arm came around her, simple, he'd done it dozens of times before, sometimes with nothing on but sleep pants and a tank top , he was wearing more right now, but he smelled so good, cinnamon and something more exotic, masculine.

She felt toned sculpted muscle under the fingers of the hand she hand on his abs and turned, facing him, her breasts crushing against his chest and he looked down at her in surprise.

Her hands slid up then, over the soft fabric of his shirt until she held his face in her hands and seeing no look of denial, nothing but a subtle darkening of his red eyes and his lips parted but he said nothing, letting her lean into him and press her lips against his.

It was soft, but there was none of the innocent sweetness they had shared in so many kisses before. His hands came up and pressed her harder against his body and one slid into her hair, fingers curling in the deep red tresses and he deepened the kiss.

His tongue slid over her lip and she parted them, moaning softly when his tongue slid over hers, without the chocolate he still tasted incredible, that spicy flavor was still there and he was just as consumed by her. For all her obsession with strawberry cake the woman tasted like sugared almonds, something he could easily become addicted to.

He was only vaguely aware of her unbuttoning his shirt but broke the kiss with a soft moan when her cool fingers slid into his shirt over his skin.

"Ah…oh honey…you…" He breathed, losing himself in another kiss, his blood was racing lower in his body, leaving him lightheaded as she moved on him, her hands fisting in his soft blue locks as she pinned him to the arm of the couch.

"Please…don't reject me…" She breathed and his heart clenched in his chest at the desperation in her voice, the way it shook and her wide eyes staring down into his with nothing short of fear in them.

He pulled her in for another kiss, trailing more down her chin until he slid her a little further up his body so he had easy access to her throat. "I won't honey…I just want you to be sure…big step…I don't want a one night stand, don't want you regretting it." He said softly between kisses and gentle nips on her neck and down over the swell of her breasts.

"I am so sure…never been more so…please…Bix." She breathed writhing in his grasp as he ran his tongue across her collar bone.

"All I needed to hear baby." He said, stopping and smiling up at her, God she loved those eyes, never without a mischievous hint of humor in them.

He slid her to her feet and stood, when she didn't move he swept her up and carried her down the hall to his room. Laid her on the dark grey blankets and slid an arm up beneath her, grasping the zipper of the dress and pulling it down while she slid her arms from the sleeves, never taking her eyes off of his.

She was already on fire, she'd never done any of this. The only sexual experience she had involved being so drunk she barely remembered most of it, once in Crocus after the games with Bacchus, most of which she really could not recall, then of course that night at the resort, that was it.

She had never had sex with a man while in full possession of herself and the worry, the doubt. What if he didn't like her body, he'd been so very drunk when he'd seen it before, blurred vision hid her scars and she had many.

When he pulled the dress from her though his eyes only darkened further, a soft smile curving his full lips. "Titania…you're perfect…" he breathed.

Biting her lip she moved to her knees before him, wanting to see him, touch him, shoving the white shirt down his arms and lunging in to press her lips against his chest, trail kisses over his skin, she'd seen the tattoos he had before but didn't know what they were, only that they were elegant, intricate and looked incredible in his tanned skin.

Shirt off his belt flew aside and she had no trouble undoing his slacks, yanking them down as he laughed "impatient…" he chuckled and she growled at him, actually growled, it made his heart jump and when she started kissing down his chest, dragging her lips, teeth and tongue over his skin he hissed a breath in, looking down at her, on her knees in front of him, her dark red hair fanned out over the creamy white skin of her back, narrow waist flaring out into luscious hips that held the thin dark red lace straps of her panties.

When her mouth closed over his erection he threw his head back "Fuck!..." and she stilled, looking up at him "I…I'm sorry…I" she looked almost stricken and he could have kicked himself, really he couldn't help it, the feel of her soft lips closing on his rigid member had him seeing fucking stars for a second but still, he knew she didn't have much experience.

"Erza, I was not complaining, it felt almost too good for me to handle…" He tipped her backwards then, laying her on her back and moving over her, kicking his pants and boxers off completely before sliding alongside her. "So that was a good cuss word?" She smirked and he grinned, liking the suddenly confident look returning to her dark eyes.

"Yeah, beyond good baby…I'll remind you…"

He slid down then and pushed her thighs apart, grinning at her before sliding his arms under her ass and curling his arms around her legs to hold them apart while he dropped his head between them.

She arched her back, a loud cry filling the room. Bickslows tongue, he was skilled with it, knew exactly how to make a woman scream with it and he made Erza scream, moan, shriek and smiled against her flesh as he heard his name several times before she came undone.

Before she came all the way down, while she was still breathing hard, moving slowly, he started kissing his way back up her body, stopping at her ample breasts and swilring his tongue around the peaks, pinching with his teeth and sucking softly at the sensitive flesh until she was moaning again.

"God…you sound as good as you taste." He breathed, moving up to kiss her breathless and she smiled against his lips. "You…feel…so good…" She breathed and he smiled rakishly at her "Oh honey…I haven't even gotten started making you feel things…" he promised and started sliding himself against her core, dragging the firm length between her slick folds and making her gasp.

When he settled between her legs, finally pressed himself into her he had to clench his teeth as her legs clamped around him and she pulled him in hard.

Laxus warning him she'd crush him between her legs flashed in his head for a moment but he pushed forward hard, started rolling his hips and her grip relaxed though her heels pressed into his ass and made him smile. She was still a physically powerful woman, and when she started meeting his thrusts, raking her nails across his back he smirked, knowing he'd likely have bruises and for sure was bleeding in places but holy hell did it turn him on.

"Ah! YES!...Harder, please….I knew…I knew it would be…perfect…with you." She gasped out and he felt that tightening in his chest as he pounded harder into her, pulled her legs up and angled them so he could drive into her deeper.

She was right, this was perfect, she was perfect…God help him he was unraveling already, usually he could go a couple of rounds before he finally lost control but she was vigorous, pounding against him as hard as he was driving into her.

She screamed his name when she finally reached her end and he was quick behind her, almost cursing his loss of control but biting it down, not wanting her to think anything was wrong because sweet Mavis that was good.

"Amazing…" Erza breathed, catching her breathe fairly quickly. Bickslow had collapsed beside her and he grinned "No shit…damn Erza…" He managed. He'd had a lot of sex, bad, good, great and everything in between but damn…with her…he'd reached another level.

"I want more." Erza said, sliding over him, straddling his hips and kissing him fiercely.

Bickslow groaned as she started grinding into him "Round two it is…" He grinned, pulling her down to him for a long kiss.