First off I want to say thank you so much to all of my readers. I'm surprised to see I've got so many followers and reviews for this little story that really just started off as a porny little one shot. Everyone has been really supportive and I'm really glad that everyone has enjoyed this fic so far. It really surprised me because while Bickslow and Lisanna is generally accepted in the fandom, I had no idea a little story about them would get so much love so quickly. It's really wonderful of all of you to be so supportive of it.
In any case, I hope you all like this chapter.
Chapter 9: In Which One Must Live for Themself Too
"I'm a little surprised my brother isn't back yet."
"I'm very happy your brother isn't back yet."
Lisanna chuckled and shook her head as she pulled her clothing back on. Bickslow was still laying out on her bed, naked as the day he was born and looking rather pleased with himself. He kept smiling every time she looked at him, making her feel both beautiful and oddly self-conscious at the same time. She was tired but very satisfied with how this little accident of bumping into him had turned out.
"Come on, you need to get dressed," she said as she started to straighten up the room. She didn't want it to be a total disaster when her brother got back, and considering it was starting to get dark she imagined he'd be returning any second.
"Alright," he groaned as he slipped out of the bed and started to pull his own clothing on. She couldn't help but eye him as he had her. It was odd, but even watching him pull on his pants over his toned hips seemed oddly sexual to her, like it was some kind of reverse strip tease. She found herself smiling coyly, wondering if she begged him enough someday if she could get him to dance for her as he pulled off his clothes. He certainly had the body and confidence to pull it off, that was for sure.
"I still don't see why you wear so much," she commented just as he had his shirt on, followed by his tunic, cape and hood, and finally his faceplate. "Really, you hide such a great body."
"I think it looks good," he said as she finished up by making the bed, glad they'd not made any stains when they'd been so crazy with one another. She would have hated to need to call house cleaning so late in the day. "Why? You don't like it?"
"It's not that I don't like it. It's just that you look so handsome. I don't understand why you hide it all the time. Why not show off every once in a while?" Lisanna asked.
He turned to her after pulling his boots on before pushing up the metal covering his eyes and gave her a look. It was fairly even and for a moment she wondered if she'd been too pushy before he grinned a bit.
"Would you like it if I showed off a bit more?" he asked as he approached her. He didn't even touch her but she felt her breath catch in her throat. He'd leaned in, their gaze locked, and she felt her heart hammering in her throat. "Would that please you, Lisanna?"
She could only silently nod as she felt her face heating up quickly. How was it they could be talking about something so simple as his fashion choices and yet something about their conversation sounded so sensual to her?
"Here. Come with me," he said as he slipped his hand into hers and pulled her gently along. "Come on, babies. We're going out."
"Where are we going?" she asked as they shuddered and came back to life, following the pair as they left the room.
"Out. You haven't had dinner yet, right? You need some food," he replied. "Ah, just a second."
She suddenly found herself at another door that she could only assume was his when he slipped inside. There were a couple muffled voices from the inside but she couldn't make out what was being said. Only a few moments later, Bickslow was back out with her. His mask and cloak was gone, along with the wrap around his legs. His tunic was missing too, leaving him only in a black slacks and a shirt that he had rolled the sleeves up on.
"Ready to go," he said as she could only stare at him. "Huh? What is it? Isn't this what you wanted?"
"I… wow," she said as she eyed him up and down, too shocked to really be subtle. Without so many layers, it really did present a nice package.
He only laughed and hooked an arm over her shoulder, pulling her along with him.
"You sure are easily impressed. It's not like this is fancy or anything."
"Yeah… but… it still is a good look for you," she said as her eyes roamed over him. Maybe she was being too obvious but she just couldn't stop herself. He wasn't overly muscular, not like her brother or Laxus, but he definitely had muscles, not lithe in the way Freed was. Honestly, the way his arms were exposed and his pants suddenly seemed a bit tight on him without the wrap in the way to look like some weird skirt… well, he just looked hot. It kind of made her feel a little cocky to have his arm around her, babies floating along behind them, and knowing she was probably the only girl he'd be paying any attention to tonight. The attention of such a good looking guy was a decent reason to be so smug. It was like she was a mature and beautiful woman, more than enough to satisfy his desire for company.
"So where did you want to eat?" she asked him as they walked along down the street. Twilight was quickly giving way to full night and the street lamps were starting to light up around them.
"There's a nearby restaurant I've hit a few times with Freed and Evergreen. A bit fancy for me, but great food. She loves it," he replied.
"If she likes it so much, don't you think that is where she and Elf will be?"
"Doubt it. They went out for dinner hours ago. She probably has him along with her shopping up half the market by now. It's why she's still in debt after so many jobs. She likes spending money on fancy things so much instead of paying off her back rent. So really, knowing she had to go to that restaurant and that she's no doubt already done there, it's the safest place to it. Besides, it's the only place I know here that serves food."
"Well, in that case it sounds good to me," Lisanna replied before he pulled her a little closer, his arm slipping from down her shoulder to her hip. Her cheeks felt hot, but she didn't push him away, not wanting to. Now that they weren't in Magnolia there wasn't really a reason to worry about getting seen by anyone and it was fun to go out with him like this. It seemed he wasn't as worried either, really being affectionate with her. It was making her belly do flip-flops, feeling as tense and high strung as she had been after their first night together but without any worries about exposing their secret, it was more thrilling than anything.
When they reached the restaurant, they slipped into a table set for two and were handed menus. The waiter they had gave Bickslow an odd look as he glanced over at the dolls flying around them, but Bickslow just waved him off to come back later when they were ready to order. Lisanna felt kind of hungry after their activities and wondered if it was okay to splurge a bit of the money she'd earned.
"Get whatever you want, babe," he said as he looked at his own menu. "My treat."
"Really?" she asked, a little surprised. "I thought we'd just pay for our own meals."
He only shrugged and she bit her lip. Aside from her brother, no guy had ever paid for her before. Even Natsu had always insisted on splitting the bill whenever they ate together and that had always been a pain because she'd had to explain to him every time that she was not paying half of the bill when she'd only had one plate of food and he'd consumed down something close to five or six. She didn't think he'd ever really gotten her reasoning.
"Well, in that case I want the lobster," she stated with a grin, wanting to feel a bit spoiled by him. Why not indulge in the generous offer? She probably wouldn't get that again any time soon.
He nodded and waved the waiter over, ordering her meal and then a steak for himself along with a bottle of wine. She had to giggle, especially considering they were the least appropriately dressed people here, in just shorts and pants and t-shirts while everyone else was in suits and dresses. Yet here they were getting expensive dinners and wine after having intense sex all over her hotel room. This was the closest thing she'd ever had a date and yet it was so backwards she just couldn't stop grinning.
"What?" he asked as he rested his arms against the table to lean in closer to her. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Oh, it's just funny," she informed him.
"What is?"
"This. Us. The whole situation we're in," she explained. "I mean, I never would have thought the two of us would do anything like this. It's really kind of swept me off of my feet, but in a good way. I mean, I had never even kissed a guy before you. My first relationship was more pretending house than anything else." She was so preoccupied with what she was saying that she didn't even notice his sudden scowl at the mention of Natsu. "Yet here I am with you, having lobster and wine in my shorts after having probably the hottest sex ever. It's just amazing to me."
"I take it amazing is a good thing?" he asked her.
"Oh, definitely," she replied with a wink.
"Well then, let's hope for many more nights like this."
"Sounds good to me," she agreed.
Their idle chat lasted throughout their dinner. The bottle of wine was sweet and went down well with the sweet, buttery lobster. She had a bit more than was really wise, but she didn't really care. After all, what was she scared of, having Bickslow take advantage of her? Too late for that. So she happily sipped down glass after glass as they talked about Fairy Tail, his teammates and her family, and how funny they both found it that they were doing such things and no one was the wiser. He seemed to think she had such an innocent persona that no would ever think she'd be the type that had enjoyed the things he'd done to her, and she had to admit that his theory fit well enough.
"I don't know why they see me as such a child," she admitted once the plates were cleared away and all they had left was the wine. He'd offered her dessert and she was currently eating a decadent piece of cheese cake they'd brought over to her on the cart. "I mean, I am seventeen after all, and I'll be eighteen soon enough. It's only three months away."
"You did leave when you were fifteen," he admitted, "and it affected everyone. It makes sense they want you to stay a little girl they can protect and keep safe."
"Yeah, I guess that's true, but what happened back then doesn't have anything to do with this. I know them though. If I ever let it slip I was with you, they'd really flip out. Big Brother Elf wouldn't want me with anyone he didn't personally approve of and hand pick, and even then there would probably be constant checks that he was manly enough for me. Mira would be just as bad in different ways. She'd probably want me with some innocent or clueless guy that would just sing me sweet songs and treat me like a delicate flower."
"Yeah, no doubt. They'd want what they thought was best for you."
"But that's not what I want, and it's not what I need either," Lisanna told him seriously. "I want someone like you, Bickslow. Someone who will let me do things like slip a condom on with my mouth, or take me right up against the wall and then just make love to me another night depending on the mood we're both in, not just one of us. Someone who will respect my feelings and opinions and actually talk to me about them, not just worry about me constantly as if I'm not able to handle things on my own. My brother and sister cherish me, and I love them for it, but they'd pick someone who would love me like they do, like I was some piece of glass. I need more than that. I need someone who can look at me and not be afraid I'll get broken if I'm handled with less than immaculate care. I… I think that's why I kissed you back that night. No one had ever just grabbed me like that, but it was still clear to me when you pulled away you were thinking about my feelings and how I felt about it. You didn't force me but you didn't act like I was some dainty flower you'd just plucked and somehow ruined. So I let it go further because I wanted to see just how much I could have of that."
She felt like she'd probably said a lot all of a sudden, but the fact of the matter was that it was all true. He didn't see one side of her, either a pretty doll that could never get dirty or a woman that was just for sex and nothing more. He fucked her like she craved, but she knew he respected her thoughts and feelings too. She was more complex than what people around her thought she was and it really helped her to know he could see it, even if no one else was willing to.
"If you said it to them like that, I don't think they'd understand," he confessed before he smirked devilishly. "They'd probably just get caught up on the condom part."
She couldn't help but snicker at his joke, feeling it was right on the mark.
"I'd probably have to phrase it more delicately for them."
"But," he continued as he laid a hand over hers. Gently, he stroked a thumb over the back of her hand. "I don't care. Even if they don't get it, get you, I do. Lisanna, you're a smart, sexy, confident woman and I want you so badly. Even what I had with you in the hotel earlier wasn't entirely enough, not for me. I want to have you all the time, because you're right. You are complex. You more than just a little sister than needs to be protected. The things you do to me, how you make me feel without even trying, it's not something I'm willing to give up on just when we started it."
"It's only too bad we have to keep it a secret," she admitted. "We could be together all the time, just like you want. Instead after tonight we'll be back on that train, under the watch of everyone in Magnolia and we'll probably have to go another set of weeks until we can have fun like this again."
He stood up suddenly, pulling her up with her. Before she could ask what he was doing so suddenly, he threw some jewels on the table and walked out with her.
"Bickslow, where are we going now?" she asked him but he only smirked at her.
"If we only have tonight, then we better make sure it's some real fun," he informed her. "We'll go to one of the places I like to hang out at."
"Hang out! Music! Dancing!" his babies suddenly cheered. Clearly they already knew the destination he had in mind and from the sounds of it, it was going to be pretty wild.
After leaving the pricier district where all the museums, little cafes, the theater and all other high class things were she found herself in front of a bar where several people were hanging out in front of, drinks in hand and laughing loudly. The beat of the music was already shaking her body, it was so loud and lights seemed to be flashing from the inside, shining out through the open door. The wine in her system was already affecting her and she knew going into a bar like this with a guy like him was hardly a good idea.
Which is probably why she went in.
The music was just as loud inside as it was outside. There was a bar yes, and a small handful of tables for people to sit at but it seemed it was only to be able to rest or have a drink. About two thirds of the area was a large open floor that was crowded with people dancing, moving against each other and with such fluid movements she felt a little intimidated. Once again her lack of experience was apparent to her all of a sudden.
The only dancing she'd ever done was ballroom that her brother had taught her once. Apparently leading was manly and he'd needed someone to practice with so she'd learned. Of course there had been the occasionally festival where she'd bounced around and waved her arms to the music, but this was different. Here the people ground together and seemed to move as a unit, chaotic indivuals but in synch somehow. It was like watching snakes writhe together, moving over one another and never missing a beat or a step. It was downright sexual. She'd never, not once, danced like that.
She was beginning to realize there were a lot of things she'd never done before Bickslow.
It was time to change that.
He bought a couple shots of sweet liquid at the bar and she slammed hers down. His laugh was contagious as he bought another round and she stole both of them, drinking them down before he had a chance to take his own. He shot her a mock glare but she only laughed more as she pushed up close to him, trailing fingers over his chest. They were in a crowded area, even more so than on the streets or in the restaurant or even in the halls of the hotel, and like before no one knew them here. Here they were just another set of young people out to have a good time. People who needed the night to be lively and wild and had come for entertainment that was boisterous and perhaps even a little naughty.
The alcohol was swimming in her head, making her feel warm against him, or maybe that was just his natural body heat. Like the wine it had been smooth and sweet, easy to drink and didn't burn going down. Perhaps it would lead to her having a bit too much, maybe doing something foolish.
Lisanna almost hoped that was the case.
"I want to dance," she whispered to him, and even though it was loud inside the bar with the lacrima created music and people yelling for orders, he seemed to hear her clearly. His hands rested on her hips and he kissed her while he grinned. She could smell the liquor on his breath that mingled with her own and it made her feel alive in a way she would have never thought possible.
"Then let's dance," he hissed back and led her to the dance floor.
He moved smoothly through the people there, taking his place as easily as any of them. It was like he was born to be there and even the dolls bobbed around so effortlessly it was like they'd just fallen into it seamlessly, like they'd always done this and nothing else for their entire existence. It looked perfect to her and she wanted desperately to be part of it, to fit in as well to this exciting movement as he did.
"Here," he said as he took her body and began to move her with him. He'd turned her around so that she was facing away from him and at first it confused her, but then he started to touch her, to lead her without words on how to move. Familiar fingers traced over her arms as he gently guided her to start to move to the beat. It was hard and hot, but sensual at the same time and she could feel it in her whole being. She let herself fall to the sensations, raising her arms at the slightest provocation, shifted her hips in just the way he seemed to want her to when he nudged her.
The drinks and the music seemed to mix together in her, guiding her movements just as much as he was. She would have thought she'd be clumsy here yet all too soon Lisanna was moving along with the crowd just like he was. It was fluid and hot, the air thick but she reveled in it. Despite the heat, his fingers moving over her body caused goosebumps and she shivered as she pushed her back into his chest. She was so close to him it was like they were the only two on the floor that mattered and when she closed her eyes and let her head fall back on his shoulder she was completely lost to him.
His hands moved all over her, pushing her shirt up a bit to trace lazy patterns over her stomach, trailed over the edges of her shorts, and brushed over the fabric of her chest, just enough to tease her. Her hand moved behind his head and tangled up in his hair as she twisted her head around a bit and their eyes met. Flashes of green, red and purple lights flared up in the room, yet all she seemed to be able to see was the sharp hazel of his eyes.
She wasn't aware of when they started kissing. Maybe she'd pulled him to her lips or maybe he'd moved on his own. It just happened, one moment nothing and then an electric feeling of heat sizzling between them. His lips were rough and his tongue wet inside of her mouth. Like every other part of their body, it followed the rhythm of the music. They followed the thrumming beat with their whole being, even her heart pounding in time to it.
His lips moved over her, a quick bite to her jaw before he pushed his hips a little more forcefully against her backside. She could feel it, just how much the music and dancing was affecting him. If the air around them was hot, he was an inferno against her. This sort of thing would burn her, she was sure, but she welcomed it. She craved it. Since the night at Fairy Tail with him, sprawled out on the bar and feeling so alive with pleasure, something in her had awoken. There was a world out there of delights she'd never had before.
He had though. He'd seen so much, done so much and she wanted it. All of it. How many more things were out there that she could experience, and more importantly experience with him?
His lips found that normal spot on her neck he seemed to like so much, just at the joint of her shoulder that most shirts would cover and could be hidden without much effort for when he marked her. The song they were dancing to had lyrics that pounded in her brain, words that spoke of filthy things, of hard but emotional sex that rocked the world of the singer. It sung of the act like it was an addiction but one that could not be done without, one without a cure. She found she liked the words, the deep feeling it seemed to make pulse inside of her very soul.
Bickslow seemed to like the song just as much as she did, especially with what he was doing to her. It took her a moment before she realized his lips were moving against her skin not in random kisses, but that he was mouthing the words against her body. If he was saying anything she couldn't hear it, but it was too loud to hear anything but the music now. Maybe he was singing, maybe not. It didn't seem to matter. She could hear the words one way or the other and she could certainly feel what he was doing. It was like he was saying all those things directly to her, pushing them into her very skin and making the meaning seared into her body. The wizard was sure she'd moaned from the sensations of it all, but it was swallowed up in the noise of the bar.
He must have heard it though, because he suddenly grabbed her waist and yanked her against him. Her arms went over her head, tangling into his hair as he full on drug himself against her body. Their clothes were getting rumpled as they moved and twisted together but she didn't care. Who cared if she looked indecent on the dance floor of a bar with her lover? What did it matter if he made her need things that would make her sister scold her over for weeks? This was too wonderful to let go, in every sense of the word. She'd accept it happily, took it all in as long as he was willing to give it to her.
Let him be jealous, to claim and want her as much as said he did. He could have her body, have her soul and mind as long as these feelings never stopped. He could hold her as tightly as he felt like because in his arms she felt it. That wonderful sensation that she hadn't known existed before him but now that she did know, she needed just as badly as the singer of this song needed his own lover.
In Bickslow's arms, she felt freedom. Real, true freedom to be her own person and have a sliver of life all of her own. The things he'd shown her, the emotions he'd made her feel, how could she ever let go of them now?
End of Chapter 9
I listened to a lot of music to get myself in the proper mood for this chapter and it was a lot of fun. I can imagine I was probably the sight, bobbing my head to the same techno music playing over and over while I typed furiously at my computer. I probably looked crazed, but it was so worth it.
