Literary Lovin'

Lucy Freed Pairing

Rating M

AN: Ahh books, one of my favorite indulgences in this world. Little well springs of knowledge at your fingertips. But books are the last thing on their minds I can guarantee that.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing of Fairy Tail, unfortunately

It was one of those hot, slow days that you didn't even feel like moving on, as Lucy made her way to the guilds huge library.

"Mira, if anybody asks, I'm going to bury myself in a stack of books." She announced as she passed the barmaid with a small wave.

"Ok, Lucy have fun!" Mira chimed back with a slight smirk on her face, one that Lucy unfortunately missed.

Her footsteps echoed down the long, empty hallway as she came to the large oak doors and pushed them open. Her brown eyes widened in awe at such a lovely sight and inhaled the lovely scent of aged paper, leather and ink, savoring the wonder scents. She loved being a Celestial wizard, and one of the perks of the job was the research! The fact that her job entailed reading was a lovely side perk and she exploited it every chance she got. You could pretty much say she was OCD in her compulsion to read, constantly. And if she had her way a book would forever be in front of her face, night and day, rain or shine.

She looked around for any signs of life besides hers before she let out a high pitched squeal of delight and tore down the tall book shelves. After a few laps around she slowed down to catch her breath and began browsing through the tall stacks earnestly with a few small girlish squeals of delight following her. Strolling slowly through the aisles, her fingers barely caressing over the spines of countless books lovingly, making her sigh. Nothing could be better than this, except perhaps writing a new chapter in her novel, but right now she was happy as a clam. Wide brown eyes scanned countless spines as she grabbed armfuls to deposit on a nearby table only to return to the aisles for more. At last making a sizable fortress around her of various choices, she made herself comfy on a chair, slipping off her boots and delved into one of the stories around her.

Which coincidentally, happened to be a fairy tale, Grimm's Fairy Tales to be precise. Her fingers smoothed over the worn pages and a small smile appeared on her face as fond memories drifted through her mind. Her mothers kind face hovering over her as she lay in bed, reciting the kids version of the old tales in animated voices to her sleepy daughter. Lucy knew her obsession with the written word could be traced back to her mother and it was only one of the wonderful things she was eternally grateful to her mother for. Through her years of growing up after her mother had passed gave her countless hours of uninterrupted reading and she used it to escape to much better places.

If there was anything better than acquiring new keys it had to be curling up with a good book, or five and her best friend Levy shared in that thought as well. There weren't many who could understand her love of books as much as the petite script mage could. Erza loved a good romance and debated which ones were especially spicy with her on a daily basis, but she wasn't overly obsessed like Lucy was. Gray and Natsu? Yeah, those two were much more prone to enriching their intelligence by throwing unique insults at one another, seriously where did they come up with half the crap they threw back and forth? She sighed, leaned back into the chair and slumped down. Because many of her guild mates preferred action over reading she really didn't have anyone to share her love of books with. Most were incurable perverts, albeit lovable ones and wouldn't know the right way to hold one, let alone read it. Or were so busy they barely had time to eat as they rushed from job to job and she couldn't see herself doing that.

There was one however that seemed to have a similar love of words like she did. She'd noticed him right off the bat for his stoic nature, his gentlemanly ways, which were one in a million in a sea of perverts and goofy characters. Yes, Freed Justine stood out like a beacon amongst the darkness and she almost felt drawn to him. Ok, so sue her, she liked a gentleman who knew how to treat a lady and turned heads, but it wasn't a necessity mind you, merely a perk. There weren't a lot in this guild with that mix after all. Each was handsome in their own way, but not with the sense to treat a lady like, well, a lady. Oh, don't get her wrong, she loves her guild mates to death, but they always seemed to treat her like just one of the guys, which is ok normally. But sometimes she just wants someone to treat her like an equal, to be able to hold an intelligent conversation with them that didn't involve whose insult was the best. Or whose belch was the loudest. Ick

Everyday she brought a book with her to the guild so she could lose herself within its pages and some days both her and Levy would talk about her novel or what new books were out and it seems that behavior hadn't gone unnoticed. Mira had cornered her one day and asked just what was so fascinating about books that she had to have her nose buried within their pages constantly. The barmaids smile grew larger with every passion filled word that spilled from the blondes lips and once Lucy spotted that mischievous gleam in the Take-Over mages eyes, she knew she was cooking something up. Most likely something involving a ridiculously elaborate scheme that was sure to embarrass all those involved. Lucy had been cautious around the barmaid for days after that fearing a surprise attack, but after nothing seemed to pop out at her she finally relaxed again and went back to her routine, only to find something did seem to change without her noticing.

That sneaky woman had managed to corral both Freed and her into the corner of the bar one afternoon and conveniently a large brawl started not soon afterwards, special thanks to Gray and Natsu, pinning them down for a long while. Lucy was sure the table that flew at Natsu's head hadn't come from Grays direction at all, but it seemed that didn't matter too much to the rest of the guild. Brawls got started over the dumbest things, and that day was no exception. With nothing else to do and not wanting to get involved they found themselves talking or trying to anyways, over the shouts and crashes of furniture flying. But after a few minutes of trying to yell, and getting nothing but an ear ache, Freed pulled out his sword, very awkwardly in a tight space might she add and made a magic square around them, effectively silencing them off from the chaos. From there they managed to get to know one another and both quickly caught on to just how much the other loved books. With Freeds magic, his usages of words and rules depended upon his knowledge of literature and from a young age he'd come to love books just as much as she did. Months long after the incident found the pair sitting in the corner regularly discussing different books and their views, developing a small friendship in the process.

But over the months of talking to him, she noticed her priorities had changed, quite a bit. Her rent was still top of the list of course, but what she couldn't handle was not talking with Freed and she wondered if she was falling for him and if he felt the same in return. She honestly couldn't tell as she studied his facial expressions and body language while conversing with him. If he had any interest, he had yet to show it and she was getting frustrated, thinking that he most likely had someone else on his mind and was only being a gentleman to her. So as bad as it hurt, she cut back their interactions, saying she was too busy and took multiple missions back to back in order to distract herself from the heartache.

It'd been a good month now and they had spoken maybe twice and she was at her wits end. Lucy yearned for the closeness they once had, but also knew that this was for the best. She had to cut it off now before she got in too deep and broke her heart even worse when he started dating, because by then it would be far too late.

Sighing, she went back to her book and barely noticed the sound of footsteps coming up behind her. It was probably just Mira bringing her a snack or Cana, coming in to sit down and list through all the fine male specimens in their guild, it was a regular thing with her. Mostly Lucy would just roll her eyes and offer up a comment or two, but Cana was a dear friend and she always seemed to know when Lucy was down and made it her mission to make her laugh. She was just about to concentrate back onto her book when a tingling sensation shot up her spine. Her eyes snapped to the silvery walls shooting up from the floor around her and her brows furrowed recognizing a certain ability by a certain green haired mage. Lucy almost turned around to ask what he was doing when two very masculine hands planted themselves beside her on the desk, caging her in. She couldn't deny feeling really confused now, but froze when the feeling of something being pressed to the nape of her neck slide upwards to her right ear. Her body tensed as the appendage stopped at her ear and small breaths blew against her, sending full body shivers. Just about to ask if it was really who she thought it was, a smooth baritone voice blew against her ear.

"Lucy."

Gulping past the knot in her throat she managed to answer in a croak. "F..Freed? What...what are you doing?"

"Lucy, you've been avoiding me," his voice sounded almost disappointed. "Why?"

"I..I've been really bus-"

"Don't give me that, Lucy." His voice turned sharp as he nipped at her ear in response. "I know you've been taking missions to avoid me and you haven't been as busy as you've led me to believe."

"How-"

"Mira," He replied simply

Damn nosy interfering woman, she would get an earful later. Lucy struggled to think up a somewhat believable reply but his touches were wreaking havoc on her senses. His attentions hadn't stopped on her neck as he ran his nose along her skin and she could feel the soft brushing of his lips ghosting over her jaw. She was pretty sure that was his ploy though. Keep her off balance enough and she would just spill everything and not be able to think clearly, and it was working dammit.

"Look, Freed," She sighed deeply and tried to turn around to face him thinking maybe he would back up and let her try to salvage what was left of her dignity, but she forgot who she was dealing with. Because as soon as she tried to move, his body pressed hard against her back over the back of the chair. 'Mavis, why hadn't I ever noticed just how big he is compared to me?' She wondered.

"You're lying to me, Miss Heartfilia." He stated in a smooth teasing voice. She really wished he'd quit breathing in her ear like that! It was making it so dang hard to think, or speak, or hell even breath for that fact. Her face fell into a pout even though she knew he couldn't see it, he would still know it from the sound of her voice.

"I am not lying, Mr. Justine." She huffed. "Now would you kindly move so I can face you properly?" A long quiet pause followed the question before he answered.

"I do believe I prefer having you in this position, Miss Heartfilia," He chuckled at her gasp, and gently kissed her temple.

"It makes reaching you so much easier this way."

Her eyes narrowed and her hands clenched as she clutched onto the side of the table. "I hope you're not insinuating I'm short Mr. Justine." Her head turned to the side a little as she shot him a warning look, eyeing his figure hunched over hers through a waterfall of green hair.

'Such lovely locks she ached to run her fingers through...Gah off topic here!'

A feral light gleamed in his eyes as his chest rumbled from amusement. Oh, she was getting riled alright, and he loved pushing her buttons just to see this absolutely breathtaking fiery side of hers. It never failed to amuse him as she bristled and snapped back at him and she damn well knew it too! They'd had countless arguments and debates over many things and everyday he'd come to enjoy and even look forward to talking with the little spitfire. Nothing was ever dull around her, that was for sure. She was like a spot of sunshine shining brilliantly against a dreary backdrop, a single twinkling star against his dark magic. They were polar opposites in many ways and yet it seemed to work between them beautifully. A frown pulled at his lips, but lately he'd been denied any sort of contact with her and it frustrated him and made his mood tank to an all time low.

He understood being busy from time to time with missions and what have you, but this had turned constant and it was driving him up the wall. Freed thought they were getting along swimmingly, with all their daily talks and felt a connection to the little blonde grow with each passing day. And then to be suddenly ignored and turned away when he looked forward to that daily contact was infuriating and completely out of the question.

So as discreetly as he could he inquired to her team mates about their lives and missions and learned that she wasn't as busy as she'd led him to believe. He got further confirmation from Mira and that only cemented the idea that she was lying to him and avoiding him, but for what purpose? At first thinking he had made some unforgivable faux pas and insulted her, he had stepped back and analyzed the situation. But she didn't seem to be angry with him, no, if anything her gaze seemed wistful, almost as if she was looking at something that made her sad. There was no talk of anything bad happening to her so he discounted that right off the bat, but he was beyond frustrated and needed answers. So after seeing her make frequent trips to the guild library he decided it was a good idea to do a little recon, without her knowing of course.

Mind made up, one afternoon he made himself comfortable in a corner of the room with some books of his own and a magic square to make sure no one could see or hear him and waited. Sure enough she had come in and started reading and not long after Cana made an appearance and effectively gave him the much needed answers he had been searching for.

"So, you're in here to hide again eh?" Cana slurred, throwing an arm around the blondes shoulders.

"I'm not hiding, Cana, I'm just catching up on some reading I neglected."

Lucy replied wincing and even Cana could see just how lame an excuse that was and she was three sheets to the wind. The brunette eyed her for a moment and plopped onto the table, almost dislodging an entire stack of books before Lucy scrambled to right them with a scowl on her pretty face.

"Mhmm, riiiight," Cana crossed her legs and tapped her fingers against the wood of the table.

"And Happy is a flying pig."

They both watched as Lucy tried her damnedest to concentrate back on her book and ignore the drunken woman, but anyone who knew Cana knew that would be impossible, it was like trying to ignore an oversized fly in your ear. Not possible, not to mention persistent, irritating, noisy, did she mention persistent already?

Cana sighed and plopped her hand on Lucys open book, shoving it down to the table, drawing the blonds gaze up to hers.

"Look Lucy, I know you're in here avoiding a certain green haired mage, " Her look silenced any type of denial from the blond, and continued. "And unless you want those pictures of our drunken girls night out plastered to every surface in town, I'd talk if I were you woman."

She finished with a mean looking smirk. It hadn't taken much after that before she spilled her guts to the woman. Freed felt kind of bad for being so sneaky and finding out this way, but she had tied his hands and he hadn't known any other way.

But now that he knew, he would be laying all her fears to rest, make no mistake about that. His lips barely brushed against her cheek as he answered her.

"On the contrary my dear, I find that your height, amongst many other things about you, agree with me immeasurably." He kept his voice low and husky intentionally to see her reaction to it and she did not disappoint. Her body became rigid and her breathing sped up as a fierce blush blossomed across her lovely features. If she needed confirmation he was interested, she would get it, ten fold. His hands shot out and grasped onto her chair, swinging it around and forced a yelp out of her until she faced him with her wide brown eyes, and caged her again with his hands back on the table. This was different than how he normally acted, much different, much more forceful and really hands on. But she needed to see just how much she affected him and he put every emotion, every thought into his eyes to reflect to her just how much she was on his mind. Just how much she drove him crazy. He dropped the usual mask he wore that hid all his emotions and bared his soul to her. Freed wasn't one for publicly showing affection, but he would do anything to win her and keep her. Anything.

"Shall I demonstrate just how agreeable?" Arching a brow as he leaned down further and nuzzled against her nose softly, making her breath catch in her throat.

"B..but I don't understand," She whispered.

"What's not to understand, Lucy?" His breath caressed her face gently, as his nose slid up her cheek, his mouth trailing tiny kisses.

"I am showing affection for someone I care about." He stopped, and stared into her eyes with a determined glint. "Something I should have done ages ago, it seems."

Her enchanting brown eyes crossed at his proximity and he chuckled internally. Such child-like innocence was endearing and refreshing to find in such a lovely package. Lucy was such an interesting enigma, a puzzle, a mix of womanly fire and innocence that just seemed to work for her, and it never failed to entrance anyone around her and he certainly wasn't immune.

"You mean... you're attracted to me?" She whispered, clearly not believing what was happening in front of her very eyes. Freed smiled gently as he raised a hand to palm her neck, rubbing his thumb across the soft skin.

"I assure you, Lucy," He paused, tilting her chin up gently and leaned closer to her.

"I am more than attracted to you, in fact attraction doesn't even begin to describe the emotion you wreak on my very soul." His lips brushed across hers.

"Your entire presence entrances my very being, steals the breath from my lungs and forces my weak mortal body to its knees." Her breathing sped up as his deep blue-green eyes locked onto her brown ones. Every breath caressed her mouth, his nose nudged against hers gently as he described in great detail just how much she affected him. Lucy was sure if she hadn't been sitting at that moment her legs would've gave out at his words and slumped to the floor.

Freed's hand threaded through her hair and brought the ends to his mouth, his eyes searching hers and it felt like such a tender moment that she hadn't the heart to break the spell with words.

"Such a treasure I see before me, a golden rose blossoming amongst the refuse littering this dull world. Scintillating petals unfold, revealing an exquisiteness never before gazed upon by mere mortals. Its bouquet envelopes my senses, I am engrossed in its very existence, consumed by the desire to call this rare wonder my own." He studied her features, taking in the shy smile, her eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall and sighed, his own smile reflecting her own.

"But alas, does this common peasant deserve such a cherished gem?" He finished with a flourish, kneeling down before her and brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her delicate knuckles as his thumb rubbed over her fingers.

Lucy sat there dumbfounded for a good few minutes, not sure how to respond to such elegant words and not look like a fool. Clearing her throat past the knot that had settled there she leaned forward and cupped his cheek with her other hand.

"Common peasant has no place being anywhere near someone who has the ability to make me speechless with words that belong engraved in gold." Their eyes never wavered from each others as she leaned closer, her nose brushing against his shyly. "If it was within my power I would give you the world if you desired so, every breath in my body, every thought in my mind are solely dedicated to you. Does that answer your question?" Lucy grinned as Freed's eyes widened and pure delight spread across his face.

"Indeed Cherie, indeed."

Two giggly forms fought over the keyhole in the huge oak doors.

"Dammit Mira, it's my turn to watch. Move your ass!" Cana slurred as she bumped her hip against the she-devils causing the girl to sway dangerously to the left with a squeal.

Mira pouted and scrambled back, both jockeying into position.

"Cana, don't be such a hog! I HAVE to see what's going on in there! It's my duty!" She whispered back, trying to keep her excited voice down.

Cana paused, one of her hands still on the side of Mira's face squishing it comically and her other fending off the take over mages flailing appendages. "The hell are you going on about? How is it your duty?" The brunette snorted.

Mira managed to look aghast at such a question, even with her face still being pressed into Cana's hand.

"It's my duty, my job to ensure that there will be a future for Fairy Tail!"

Cana raised a brow. "And how does that have anything to do with this?"

With a beaming, although somewhat squished smile she squealed out, "WHY, FAIRY TAIL BABIES OF COURSE!" The last part being mumbled as Cana slapped her hand over the big mouth.

"Mira! Do you not know how to be quiet? We are on a covert mission right now, lower your volume!" She hissed out, shaking the white haired girl for good measure, trying to break her out of her baby induced hallucination and bring her back to the present.

"Oooh I know I know, but its just so exciting," She bounced up and down as Cana watched her warily.

"Just think, we could have blue eyed green haired babies. Or sea green eyes and blonde haired babies! Sooo cute!"

"You do realize they haven't even done anything yet? And babies take a while, they don't just pop out of nowhere, you know." Cana replied dryly, crossing her arms.

Frowning Mira, turned back to the brunette.

"Of course I know that! So the sooner they get together the sooner we will hear the pitter patter of little feet running along these halls."

Cana snorted, rolling her eyes as she moved back to the keyhole.

"Like these halls don't have enough noise as it is," As the distinct sounds of a full on brawl echoed down the halls, followed by tremendous crashes and shouts.

Mira laughed softly.

"Not exactly the greatest environment for babies, but we'll manage somehow." She pushed back into position again, shoving Cana over much to her frustration. "Now to check on our bookworms!"

"Dammit, Mira!" Cana growled out.

Somehow in the blink of an eye Lucy found herself straddling a pair of muscular thighs with her hands firmly planted in those incredibly soft locks she'd fantasized about earlier. And just when had her top been removed? Freed's hands were busy moving along her spine softly as his mouth covered her chest with kisses and tiny bites. His hands moved slowly around her sides to cup her breasts still bound within her bra, dragging the fabric down and exposing her bountiful chest. With a low groan he latched onto a pert nipple, teasing the other one with a free hand as he pressed her body to him with his other.

Lucy gasped, her fingers tugging on his silky locks dragging noises from the back of his throat as his mouth moved languidly against her sensitive mounds. She tightened her legs around him, wanting to feel his body against hers desperately. The time away from him had deprived her of much needed contact and they both felt the urge to touch each other as much as possible. Her hips rocked into his almost without thought as her heated body called out to his in an ancient language that he responded to just as urgently. As his hard length brushed against her heated core a rumbling groan slipped through his lips and he pulled her mouth down to his muffling her whimpers. His mouth moved slow and yet also firmly against her own, matching the speed of their lower bodies, his grunts and her moaning breaths filling the air. With sharp thrust against her Lucy shuddered and squeaked as a loud thump echoed beside her, stilling her movements as she searched for the noise hoping they hadn't overlooked anyone in the library. She exhaled in relief seeing it was a book that had slipped from the table beside them and turned her attention back to Freed who hadn't seemed to be bothered by the noise.

"F..Freed?" She gasped out, his fingers had managed to slip under her short skirt and were teasing her through her damp panties.

"Lucy," He rumbled back, not thinking she was trying to get his attention, but as his fingers made to slide aside her panties she gripped his hand abruptly putting a stop to everything. His eyes shot up to hers in surprise.

"Lucy, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" His low voice laced with concern as he searched her body.

Even just talking drove her senses into overdrive as she shuddered visibly and smiled at him.

"No, but I'd rather not have someone pop in and find us like this."

Freed visibly relaxed and reached down picking up his sword that was resting against the chair and made a few motions as he spoke a few words she didn't understand. A shimmering wall rose up and she watched as he set his sword back down, bringing her body back against him.

"What did you just do?" She whispered, as his hand slipped back under her skirt his middle finger sliding between her nether lips through her panties.

A devious smirk curled his lips as he nipped at her mouth, putting more pressure along her slit enjoying the small mewls the action enticed from her.

"I've put up a rune barrier around the entire library, so no one can intrude upon such the beautiful creature I managed to capture within my arms."

Just as he said that a soft tickling sensation swept over her body tingling along her nerve endings and sending her body into shivers. Freeds fingers slid the fabric aside as she gasped from the dual sensations, her nails dug into his shoulders as her back arched a deep moan erupted from her throat.

Lucy struggled to breath again as her eyes met his half lidded ones, his breathing seemed to match her own and she noticed his body was moving much like hers had.

"What in the world was that?" She asked breathlessly.

A mischievous smirk graced his features.

"I might have added a few more rules to the runes around us."

Her eyes widened as her brain registered his words. "I didn't know you could do that!"

He leaned forward to nip at her lips. "You'd be surprised at just what I can do Cherie." He paused, as he slid his middle finger inside her, rubbing the heel of his palm against her pearl, the action bringing a surprised groan from her lips.

"Let me teach you Lucy. Let me show you what I'm capable of." He added setting a slow rhythm, rocking his hips adding additional pressure against her as his mouth moved to her ear. "Will you let me love you?"

Lucy turned her head to capture his lips, cupping his face as she answered with her body, tentatively moving her lips against his own. Gasping for air she breathed her answer against his lips, their eyes locked to each others.

"I was yours the moment we spoke all those months ago."

The statement seemed to snap him out of his daze and he redoubled his efforts to bring her over the edge. Lucy, feeling bold trailed a hand down his chest and slipped it beneath his waistband, into his boxers, brushing against his hard length. The fleeting caress jolted Freed with a hiss, a feral light reflected in his sea green eyes, his palm ground against her pearl harder, stopping the thrusting of his fingers as she wrapped her tiny hand around him.

"Your so gorgeous, Cherie. A seductive goddess entrapping me within your irresistible web. One I am more then willing to get caught in."

It was stunning Lucy thought as she tried to remember to breath through the pleasure fogging her mind and stroked his hot throbbing length. How he can even form words let alone such eloquent speech at such a time like this and still managed to make everything about bringing her the most pleasure he could.

Her thoughts abruptly halted as his palm ground hard against her successfully throwing her into a world of white, the breath catching in her throat and she stilled in his arms. Full body shivers wracked her frame as she clung to him, thoughts, speech, the world around her shifted sideways as a kaleidoscope of colors burst behind her eyelids. It was amazing, this man with a mere touch of his hands brought her sensations she could barely comprehend and yet she knew there was more. Something even more amazing than this.

She blinked owlishly, her eyes adjusting to the harsh lights of the library as she came back to her body. Lucy found herself wrapped tightly against Freed's chest, her face tucked gently against his throat as his hands rubbed soothing circles along her back. She sat back a bit and he met her eyes with his own, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"Are you well, Cherie?"

She stifled a giggle. "Oh I am more then well, that was...I don't even have any words to describe what that was?!" Her voice tinged with giddiness as she blushed a deep red making him chuckle in response.

"I am pleased you enjoyed it." His voice dipping low again as he pecked the corner of her mouth. "Because that was just the appetizer, there is still the main course, Cherie." His hands unbuckled his pants, his eyes never leaving her face as she watched his deft movements and bit her lip. He smoothed a finger across her abused lip bringing her gaze back up to his own.

"I want you Cherie, no, I need you. Like the sweetest breath of air my body craves yours to feel complete, to live." He brought her hands down to his boxers and let her slip them down past his hips, letting her decide where they would go from there.

She was hesitant at first, because she'd never done this before, but staring into his eyes so full of longing, lust and most of all love for her she knew she'd never regret this moment. It took but a moment for him to help her slide her panties down her legs and situate her hips above his own. She was clearly nervous but determined so with his guiding hands he helped her ease down upon him, making sure to go slow and ease her into it. He was so patient the whole time even though she knew it had to be driving him up the wall not to move, but all through it he whispered encouraging words to her. When he hit that barrier deep inside her she stilled and looked to him not knowing what to do.

His fingers made circling motions around her pearl again, teasing her, distracting her and before she knew it she was caught up in another whirlwind of pleasure. A brief twinge of pain barely registered and before she even realized what happened he was all the way inside her. It felt odd, the small pain she had expected but the feeling of being full was a new experience altogether and she rolled her hips getting used to the new sensations. She steadied herself by clutching at his shoulders as his hands on her hips showed her how to move. Lucy could feel the waves rising inside her but this time it felt immense, almost as if an ocean was building with every thrust of their hips.

Freed let her move how she wanted, letting her control everything as she acclimated to his size but she saw the frustration in his face and decided to throw caution to the wind. She rocked back and forth in his lap, and watched as he threw back his head and groaned low in his throat, his body thrusting back up against hers automatically. She'd always thought the metaphor of making love being like a dance was corny and way overused, but right then it just seemed to be the right way to describe it. Their bodies moved into a natural rhythm, both working in sync with each other, as their breathy moans filled the air and the world around them dropped off. To them there was nothing outside of the other, no library, no guild, no one else and no one else mattered at that moment.

They could see it reflecting in their eyes, the connection between the two went far beyond the physical, their souls merged and the profound notion that they'd found just what they'd been searching for shocked them. But in an instant they knew it to be true as they let go. They let go of their reservations, their doubts, their what ifs, no longer needing those anymore.

Words didn't need to be spoken, as the knowledge sunk in and they threw themselves into the movements, giving all that they had and more. Voices climbed higher and higher as they clung to each other desperately, hips moving in a blur, hands never ceasing to touch, caressing bare skin. Mouths fused together heatedly, hoarsely whispered words of love and devotion flew through the air intermingling with the rustling of clothes.

So close, they were cresting the peak as Freed's hands gripped her harder stilling her movements and thrust up against her, pistoning into her heat like a man driven. All she could do was hold onto his arms as she bucked wildly and arched her back, her moans echoing through the large open space around them.

Just when she thought she'd pass out from all the pleasure she was abruptly thrown over the edge once again with a scream of his name, but this time he came with her. With a harsh shout he followed after her, his hips still rocking against hers as he filled her with his seed, gasping as they collapsed against each other. Her body felt like it was boneless, limbs heavy and hard to move and yet it was the most amazing feeling that enveloped her, a warmth that couldn't be named. Lucys heartbeat thumped in her ears and she could faintly hear his own thundering in time as she laid her head against his chest. His hand came up and cupped her cheek turning her to meet his lips in a sweet tender kiss as their bodies cooled and the waves of pleasure subsided. They broke from the kiss, his thumb tracing along her lower lip as their eyes locked again and they smiled in unison.

"Would this magnificent flower be mine? Would she let me care for her and help her grow until her beauty outshines the very stars themselves?" Freed whispered.

"Will she help illuminate the darkness I find within?"

Her eyes searched his looking for the right thing to say for a moment, but she knew in her heart the right words he needed to hear. "If this darkness within has made you lose your way, then I will be the light to help guide you and together we will grow. After all what is one without the other? There can be no darkness without the light, for you are a part of me and without you I cannot exist."

His face beamed with a brilliant smile as his arms tightened around her. "Indeed Cherie, indeed."

-AN: Don't know what is up with me putting the FT characters doing naughty things in the guild but I am seeing a pattern here..hmmm.

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