Laxus and I kept walking until he stopped outside of a small, but exquisite, apartment complex. He pulled my arm, bringing me up three flights of stairs to a door with no knob. He put his hand flat against the door and flowed electricity through it. The sound of several locks being turned came from the archway as the door opened and Laxus immediately entered. I followed in after him and was surprised by the sight.
This was the stereotypical apartment of a rich bachelor. Everything was glass, metal, or leather; black, white, and silver covering the majority of the apartment, being interrupted by rigid stone and loud colored furniture and items. Following Laxus with my jaw dragging behind me, we made our way into the kitchen. There were hanging racks of pans and what must have been expensive ingredients.
Leaving the kitchen, I saw a huge bar, coincidentally what Laxus was making his way towards. He walked behind the counter and looked at the wall lined with dozens of seemingly invaluable bottles of liquor. He grabbed a bottle of Amaretto, swirled around with the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen, and said, "How about an orgasm?" I had to suppress a giggle as not to encourage him, but couldn't help but smile.
"Seriously, do you want a drink?" he asked.
"What've you got?"
"Everything, but Cana's been cleaning house."
"Why was Cana here?" I asked with more jealousy in my voice than intended.
"She stops by every once in a while for a drink... Or fifty," he grimaced. He turned to his shelves of alcohol and groaned.
"What does Cana usually drink?" I asked, trying to get a good idea on what to drink.
"Usually rum... and gin... and tequila... and everclear... and vodka... and whisky..." he shuddered at the last one.
"What's wrong with whisky?"
"Nothing, but she drinks... bourbon," he said in a disgusted manner. I decided not to push his disdain for the drink.
"What flavor rum?" I questioned.
"Name it."
"... Coconut." He turned, ducked, and came back up with a bottle which bore a striking resemblance to a round-bottom flask. He grabbed a small, crystal tumbler and uncorked the bottle with his teeth, pouring the gold liquid into the glass before sliding the it to me all in one motion; like he'd been doing it his entire life.
He then went back to the shelves and grabbed a golden bottle, unscrewed the cap and just started drinking. Scotch? That explains the hatred of bourbon.
"Just you, me," he put the almost empty bottle to his mouth, "and Johnnie Walker." "You'd think they'd put more than 750ml in it for 300,000 Jewel."
As I picked up my jaw, I conjured another question. "This apartment is amazing. How much is rent here?"
"It was 250,000 a month before I bought the place. I think I've sunk about 25,000,000 in just refurbishing it," he said like it was chump-change. "Hey, I haven't showered in over a week, so make yourself comfortable and I'll be back in a bit."
He hopped over the bar and left me to my own devices. The moment I heard the water running, I jumped up to explore. Everything was so neat and contemporary. The only thing that really stood out was a picture frame, laying face down on the coffee table. It was covered in dust, like it'd been untouched for a very long time.
Picking it up, I saw a picture of a teenage Laxus, and he was... smiling? I'd never seen him so genuinely happy. My attention was quickly drawn to the other entity in the photograph. There next to him with his arm over their shoulder, was a girl. The glass above her face was covered in fingerprints, like someone had touched her face on the photo.
She was irrefutably beautiful; far more beautiful than any woman I'd ever seen. Her skin was flawless and a mildly darkened tone, as if her body had been kissed by the sun. Her hair was messy, but winsome. Her loose tresses clung to her face; the golden locks contrasting with her dark olive face\. Her lips were nude-pink and full, and between them were a set of perfect teeth.
And finally, her eyes. Her eyes were her greatest feature. They glowed a mystifying shade of amber, with a fire in them that gleamed like righteousness. Just from this look in her eyes, you could tell she had more heart, spirit, and courage than even Erza and Natsu. This effect was only enhanced by her midnight lashes and eyeliner.
Reaching into my purse, I pulled out my camera and took a picture of the picture before returning it to its previous state on the table. Hearing the water stop running, I quickly made my way back to the bar. He walked out moments later in a pair of sweatpants (not the kind with the elastic ankles; those are uncomfortable), his wet chest gleaming in the bar's lights. His abs were tight and rippling. If any of the water on his hair dropped down to his body, it would turn to steam instantly.
He gave a smirk and asked, "You ready for bed?"
Oh, you have no idea.
I meant to post this last night, but while I was typing it, my girlfriend was drunk and singing. She was rubbing her hands on me, singing Brett Eldridge - Beat of the Music and various other country songs. Things got steamy and I can write a play-by-play if you guys would like. It was hawt (not hot).
Also, GERMANY! Spent all Sunday night partying.
But this is the last time I let naughty things take priority over writing. I swear.
The next few chapters are going to be my favorite because of backstory and Laxus and stuff. Also, the lemon next chapter is going to be KINKY AS FUCK.
It'll be out late tonight.