I don't know why, but I brought in Heath Ledger as a character, playing a psychiatrist. I think I saw a movie he played a psychiatrist in, but I can't remember. Oh, and because I didn't feel like making up another character, so I borrowed the name/physical appearance of Dr. Olendsky from the Vampire Academy series.

So yea. Anything Fairy Tail belongs to Mashima, Dr. Olendsky belongs to Richelle Mead, and Heath Ledger belongs to himself, and I'm pretty sure he's not actually a psychiatrist. Or, was a psychiatrist. Cuz he's kinda sorta dead.

Too soon?

Chapter 19 - "Therapy and the Re-Christening of the Storage Room (or, "Laxus and Lucy Get Stuck in an Unpleasant Situation")

Lucy POV

My fingers drummed against the couch arm, the other arm braced against my knee and holding my cheek. My eyes stayed downcast, my legs fidgeting. The soft tick of a clock filled the silence of the room.

"Miss Heartfilia?"

Dr. Ledger's calming voice brought me back to the present. Oh yea. I'm supposed to be talking or something. I slowly lift my gaze to look at him. He was dressed in a pristine suit, his hair cropped short and small beard well trimmed. He had calming green eyes that were peering over a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. His legs were crossed, and his notepad was currently setting upon the table beside him. All in all, while I would admit he's rather attractive looking, he looked pretty much how you would think a psychiatrist would look. I could, however, see why Cana and Mira were squealing over his looks earlier – much to the annoyance of Bickslow and (surprisingly enough) Freed. He cleared his throat.

"We still have another," he pauses to pull up his sleeve enough to see his watch, "fifty minutes. If you really want to just sit there, no one's stopping you. Just talk when you're ready," his voice was rather calming. Dr. Ledger was one of two psychiatrists Master chose to hire for the guild once the hall was rebuilt. They were working out of two of the S-Class offices – Dr. Ledger in Gildart's assigned office, and Dr. Olendsky in Erza's office. I actually wasn't aware Erza had her own office in the former guild halls – but I guess she simply never used it. And so when the hall was rebuilt exactly as it formerly was, she was completely fine with lending out the space.

The two psychiatrists certainly had their hands full, seeing as they took on all of fairy tail as patients between the two of them. They kept up pretty well, though. I fidgeted, looking back at the ground. Dr. Ledger sighed.

"How about you tell me about yourself, then? I really only have the basic information. I try to avoid tabloid information, but I'd guess it's safe to assume that it's true that you are a celestial mage?" he begins conversationally. I nod, but my jaw clenches and my eyes harden. "That's a rare magic, if I'm not mistaken. It involves contracts with celestial spirits, correct?" he continues lightly. I shudder. The pain blooms in my chest and a sob catches me off guard. My eyes burn and I start to break down. Dr. Ledger leans forward. "I'm sorry. Is this about your magic, then?" he asks. I manage to nod. He picks up his noteped and scribbles something. When I don't elaborate, he allows me a few minutes before continuing.

"I understand that a lot has happened to you, as well as your guildmates, including the most recent… altercation," he starts slowly. "What I've noticed works well with my patients, is for them to simply blurt out their main issue right away. It's hard, and painful, but I assure you, we will slowly work our way back around to it. Just stating it right away gives me an idea of how to go about your sessions." He explains. Honestly, it makes sense. I nod, but my mouth doesn't want to work. I try for a minute, before giving up and brushing my keys.

Just as wanted, Loke appears in a flash of sparks that has the Doctor squinting his eyes, but otherwise looking rather unaffected. I wouldn't be surprised if he was already used to us Fairies using our magic out of nowhere. Loke hesitates but turns to the psychiatrist with a somber, crooked smirk.

"hey, Dr. Ledger" he starts awkwardly. I snort. Of course we made appointments with the same doctor. I wonder if he's ever gone to a therapist before? I mean… yea, he's a celestial spirit, but he has all the emotions of a normal human… And I suppose being immortal and all, probably takes its toll over the centuries. I look up at the lion spirit sadly, trying to convey to him with my eyes. He nods and takes a deep breath. "Lucy wants me to… well, fill you in I suppose." He starts slowly. I nod, managing to find my voice.

"Sorry, doctor. I just can't… say it… yet…" I say, my voice cracking. The doctor leans back, nodding, and readies his paper. Loke looks to me.

"Would you like to wait outside? Or are you okay with staying for this?" he asks softly. I shake my head.

"I'll stay. I… need to hear someone else say it out loud, at the very least." I whisper. Loke runs a hand through his wild hair and takes a seat on the other side of the couch, before starting to inform the Doctor of the recent experiences. I grit my teeth and curled up on my side while I listened to him recount the most recent tragedy I had suffered – I cringed violently and choked on my own guilt every time her name was mentioned. My fingers unconsciously curled on my collarbone, gripping the cloth of the scarf covering her mark. When he was done, I forced myself up and ignored the pity and empathy in the doctor's eyes, though he tried to keep his face impassive.

"Thank you, Loke. You may go now, if you would," the doctor said. "Remember, these are meant to be confidential. Although I appreciate the help," he explains. Loke nods and grips my shoulder reassuringly before closing his gate. I sniffle a little. Dr. Ledger straightens up, but offers a reassuring smile.

"You're in luck, Miss Heartfilia. Grief Counseling happens to be my specialty – so I'm confident that we can overcome this," he informs me. A little bit of hope blooms and I sheepishly look up. "But I need one thing from you – I need you to talk, alright?" he adds. I nod slowly. "I understand how difficult this must be, and while I'm confident in my own abilities, I do need your help." He continues, peering over his notes. I nod again.

"Alright. I'll try," I offer weakly. The clock on the side table dings, and Dr. Ledger sighs.

"Well, that's all for today. I'd like to see you tomorrow – I feel the sooner we can start on this the better. Would that work for you?" he asks. I nod and we both stand up. He holds out a hand and I shake it lightly. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Heartfillia," he says warmly.

"Wait – just one more thing," I blurted, curiosity getting the best of me. He raised an eyebrow. "I gotta ask – what's it like having an immortal celestial spirit as a patient?" I ask. He stares at me for a moment before barking out a laugh.

"It's… interesting, to say the least. I must say – it's a little flattering. I think I'm the only psychiatrist in the history of Earthland to take on a celestial Zodiac spirit as a client…" he admits, grinning.

I giggle and smile, then make my way out of the room, him following me to call out "Miss Alberona?". Cana stands up from her spot in a chair nearby, taking a drink from her flask. She shoots me a leering smirk. I go down the stairs to order a drink from the bar, waiting for Laxus to finish his own appointment.

Laxus POV

The slim, oriental woman sitting before me sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. I knew I was being difficult, but I couldn't help it. I looked aorund the room again, rais an eyebrow at a large slash mark on the wall. I smirk.

"You got Titania as a patient, didn't you?" I snickered. The woman's face drops and she shivers a little.

"Yes. But we're not here to talk about Miss Scarlet, Mr. Dreyar," she prods, tapping her pen against the arm of her chair. I snort.

"Mr. Dreyar, eh? I kinda like that. Sounds kinda hot," I drawl. "I should have Lucy-"

"Mr. Dreyar, I believe we've covered your relationship with Miss Heartfillia in far more detail than was ever necessary in the first place," she said drily. I have to admit, I was impressed by the dark haired woman. She had managed to make it through all the lewd things I told her about what me and Lucy did, and she didn't even blush. Her eyebrow ticked in irritation and her jaw locked a couple times, clearly showing how unamused she was, but she put up with it to the end. But the weirdest part was, I didn't smell any arousal coming from her whatsoever. Even if she was gay, my descriptions of Lucy would have brought about something. Either she was the most professional person in the world, or she was asexual. Either way, she's definitely good at her job. "Your relationship is not the issue you're here to see me about, right?"

I grunted. She got me. I sighed dramatically. "Fine. So what the fuck's the problem with me, doc?" I ask sarcastically. She pushed her slim glasses up her nose.

"Do you wish for me to answer that or are you just being sarcastic?" she said flatly. I glared at her. Dammit. At my silence she continues. "You're suffering from PTSD, for starters. As well as some deep-rooted self esteem issues. Both of which should be treated with therapy – and since PTSD happens to be my specialty, I can help you with that," she explains calmly. I stay quiet, for once. She leans forward. "Now, Mr. Dreyar, there's a catch," she starts. "Therapy only works if you put in the effort as well. I'm going to need you to talk to me," she explains. I huff and cross my arms.

"I've been talking this whole time," I drawl. She doesn't even flinch.

"Mr. Dreyar, what you're doing is a defense mechanism. Do not think it will work on me," she warns sternly. "Believe it or not, you're not the cockiest or most stubborn patient I've ever had. I'm a psychiatrist. I've seen all types of people, and I've treated all types. I, as well as my colleague, worked for the magic council in their maximum security prison. Very little can surprise me or shock me," she pauses when I smirk evilly. "And if you shock me right now I will call Miss Heartfillia in to deal with you herself," she threatens, catching on to my train of thought. I groan and slump.

"Fine," I grunt unenthusiastically. Dr. Olendsky leans back, threading her fingers together over her crossed knee.

"Very good. Now, we're already halfway through the session. I want you to run through the recent events you experienced involving the incident with Tartaros," she says professionally. I hesitate, staring at the ceiling and crossing my arms. "This is the first step, Mr. Dreyar. While I by no means want you to relive the experience, I need to know what happened, and you need to speak it out loud," her voice softened a little. I hung my head and sighed.

"Alright," I murmur, then start telling the story, starting at that day at 8 Island.

Afterwards, I slid into a seat next to Lucy, taking the glass of liquor from her hand and downing it before she could protest. She looked at me in mild annoyance and I smirked, pecking a kiss to her nose swiftly. She smirked.

"Well aren't you cute today," she purrs, the liquor on her breath enough to prove her buzz. I eyed her for a moment to confirm that she was still mostly coherent. I flash a devilish grin, leaning in to her ear.

"Mmmm… I'm not so sure 'cute' is the word I'd use," I breath, trailing my fingers up her arm. She shivers and turns to look at me with dark eyes. She licks her lips enticingly and I lean in to brush mine against hers. Her breath staggers and just as we begin to kiss a cold liquid gets dumped on us.

Lucy shrieks and flails, falling backwards off the stool to land on the floor. I feel anger rise and I turn to glare daggers at the laughing iron slayer behind the counter, an empty glass in his hand.

"Gihi! You should see your face!" he snorts. I spark and he hesitates a little, stopping his laugh for a moment. And then he melts into the shadows and disappears. Stupid shadow-iron-whatever-the-fuck-he-is-now bastard…

Lucy struggles back to her feet and glares at the moving shadow sneaking away. "GAJEEL YOU ASS!" she shouts, throwing the empty glass at the shadow only for it shatter against the ground – but the muffled "ow" suggests it somehow hit him. I groan and run my hands through my now wet hair.

It's been two weeks since that night – since that night I found her grieving in her apartment, surrounded by alcohol bottles. It's also been two weeks since we last had sex. I'm not sure how it keeps happening, but we keep getting interrupted, or are too tired to do anything other than fall asleep. Honestly, I'm still a little afraid to touch her. I'm… afraid I'll hurt her again. She's adamant that I didn't, but goddammit, the feeling of her crying after sex is something I never, ever want to experience again.

I think she might be catching on to my hesitance – and something tells me she's misinterpreting it and this whole thing will probably get blown out of proportion if I don't man up and talk to her. But shit, I just…

Her snapping fingers in front of my face break me out of my inner thoughts. She has a saucy smirk on her face, a few sparkling drops of water caught on her eyelashes. For a moment, my breath gets taken away by her beauty… Oh fuck I'm a sap.

I close my jaw which must have fallen open at some time and smirk back at her, winking. She leans close to brush the wet hair from where it sticks to my forehead.

"Hey, meet me in the storage room in five minutes," she whispers, eyes twinkling. I swallow thickly and my eyes go wide. She saunters off, not even looking back, and I can't tear my eyes away from the sway of her hips. My inner dragon purrs in anticipation and I try unsuccessfully to get my mind out of the gutter. Fuck it's been too long since I felt her…

NO. Dammit. I mean… maybe. Wait no- what if I hurt her again?

The excuse sounded pretty weak even to my own ears. I gnaw on my lip in thought. Oh hell.

By the time my brain decides on just going for it, five minutes has passed, so I casually stand up and make my way towards the rear storage room.

As soon as I stepped into the dark of the room, her small hands reached around me to close the door, her other pulling me by the collar to smash her lips against mine. She continues to fumble around the door while I greedily explore her sweet mouth. She grunts in annoyance and moves her head to look around me. I just move to suck on her neck. Her fumbling stutters and she hisses out an expletive.

"Dammit," she gripes. "There's no lock anymore," she groans. I pull her into my arms and nip at her neck. I growl against her and pull her hand from the door. Walking us backwards, she melts in my arms. I pull away to catch my breath and look around, my enhanced vision already adjusted to the dark. I scan the contents of the room – various crates, shelves, furniture… Until I see the perfect spot. It's near the back, and is out of sight from the door. I pull us there and press her to the wall, her plump lips breathing a moan at the treatment. I hunch over, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone, pulling her shirt and bra cup down enough to let her wonderful breast spill out, the pert little nipple already pebbled. I swirl my tongue around it, one hand caressing down her side to the top of her shorts. She puts a hand to her mouth and her muffled moan spurs me on as I quickly unbutton her shorts and pull them down her legs. Once they're around her ankles, she quickly steps out from them and wobbles on her feet when I press a heated kiss to the hollow between her abdomen and hip bone. I skim my hands up her thighs, enjoying the goosebumps, to hold her hips, rubbing circles into her skin with her thumb while I nibble along her the top of her panties. I can smell her heady arousal and my control starts to slip.

Lucy POV

His lips moving along the top of my panties has my abdominal msucles twitching and my core clenching in excitement. MY fingers grip my cheeks, trying hard to stifle my sounds. His wicked tongue slips out to slide up the length of my cloth-covered slit and the moan turns strangled. He ghosts his fingers over my core, lighting up my nerve endings with ease. Fuck, why has it been two weeks?

I catch the sound of a guild rumble from the main hall and I'm reminded of where we are.

"Laxus!" I hiss between my fingers. He just chuckles, the vibrations making my brain go blank for a moment before I struggle back to reality. "The door doesn't have a lock!" I hiss. He looks up at me and I can somewhat see his devilish smirk in the darkness.

"That's why I moved us here. We're hidden. As long as we're quiet, no one's going to find us," he growls against my stomach. My head falls back against the wall with a soft thud, my eyes fluttering. But I can't say I'm completely convinced. Enough people have caught us in the act, I don't feel the need to add to that list.

Sensing my hesitance, he slips a finger under the waist band of my panties, stroking my mound just above my clit. I gasp, his finger lazily stroking back and forth, just barely above my most sensitive place. I buck my hips and I can feel him smirk against my hip. My free hand goes to thread through his still slightly damp hair. His tongue flickers out to tease my inner thigh. I whimpered, and suddenly his fingers were slipping inside my panties and circling my opening. His thumb lazily rubs at my clit, his damned finger barely dipping inside. I whimpered again, louder this time, and bucked my hips. He immediately withdrew his fingers and I whined at the loss of contact. His hulking form reared up to whisper in my ear.

"Now, now. We have to be quiet, baby. If you make a sound, I'll stop," he threatens lowly, his voice velvety and hot in my ear. I bit my lip harshly and nodded, anything to get him back to where I want him. He chukles, his sweet breath fanning across my face. "I'm going to bring you to the edge, baby," he purrs, licking at the sensitive spot just below my ear. "But I'm not going to let you cum unless it's with my cock," he finishes darkly. I swallow loudly, heat shooting straight to my core. I tremble in his arms.

"Then- just fuck me!" I whine. "Please, I want your cock," I beg hotly. His body trembles but I feel him shake his head no.

"Not just yet, baby. I wanna paly with you a little longer," he purrs. Before I can protest, he shoves his hand down the front of my soaked panties and cupped my sex. My hand slapped against my mouth to stifle the moan, his fingers teasing me in just the right ways. He breathed heavily against my neck, his fingers continuing to tease by just barely dipping inside of me, only to pull back out and circle the senstitive opening. Finally, he slowly slid two fingers all the way to his knuckles inside of me, pulling a breathless, stifled moan from my mouth. He curls his fingers and immediately finds my G-Spot, making my body jerk with each teasing prod. He massages my inner walls expertly, nothing but our stifled heavy breathing and the occasional lewd squelching noise (which made my face burn, but I'm too far gone to care) in the darkness. My body starts to undulate on its own, Laxus' fingers having their wicked way with me. I pant shamelessly, core quivering in anticipation. Oh fuck, I'm so close.

"I'm… so close…" I whisper. I feel him grin and pull back, his fingers slipping out and I whine loudly in disapproval. He quickly silences me with a hungry kiss before pulling back until our lips only brushed each other.

"Just a moment, love," he purrs, moving to the side to pick something up. Through the ddaze I barely register him maneuvering a wide, short box under my feet, boosting me up higher. He then spins me around and presses me to the wall, hands palm first on the wall and my breasts pressing against the cool brick, and leaning forward so I can feel that I was now perfectly aligned with his throbbing bulge. I bite my lip, sucking in breath through my teeth in excitement, hearing him fumbling with his belt buckle with one hand and pulling my panties down a little way with the other. Suddenly, his hot, throbbing member is pressed against my opening and I buck backwards. For a moment I fear he's going to tease me longer when I'm already about to burst. The swollen head of his dick slips between my lower lips a few times, coating it in my juices. I arch my back to press backwards harder, and I barely stifle a yelp as he finally slams inside of me.

"Oh fuck-" I whimper before I can stop myself. His panting is all he responds with. He begins to move and a tiny moan slips out, making him stop. He bend over my back to whisper in my ear.

"Fuck – I know baby, but we can't make any noise," his voice is strained, but so hot with desire my stomach flips in the most delicious way. I nod in agreement, gripping my face tightly to stifle my sounds. His hips start to move and the heavenly feeling of him as he touches the deepest places inside of me has my head swimming. Oh god… so good…

His thrusts are deep, each one pushing me higher and higher. He rests his forehead between my shoulderblades, breath hot and heavy. A low, almost silent groan rumbles through his chest after a particularly hard thrust, my own mind blanking. His thrusts pick up speed, his cock hitting all the secret places that make me come undone. I'm so close-

We hear the doorknob turn and we both freeze. A wave of fear and embarassment makes my heart skip a beat and a sheen of sweat spread over my body. My instincts are screaming at me to push Laxus off me and pull my shorts back on but I can't seem to move. Laxus is still nestled deep inside of me, cock twitching in my depths. I look over my shoulder to lock eyes with his uncertain ones.

"Just a second, I just need some chairs. Give me a hand will ya?"

Mirajane's voice makes my heart drop and his eyes flash with a little more fear than before.

"Yea, yea, fine," came the bored voice of Gray. Oh god. What are we going to do?!

We hear them come into the room, their footsteps so loud I feel the vibrations in my sinking stomach. I see a sparkle of mischeif in Laxus' eyes and an extra wave of dread comes through me. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he slides out, and then…

He slides back in. My eyes are about to pop out of my head and he smirks at me cheekily, throwing looks over his shoulder to where we could just barely see sections of the two guildmates' torsos as they grunt and pick up chairs. The sound of the scraping wood echoes in my mind as he… keeps… thrusting…

Oh my God….

My eyes roll back, the fact that there are people less than ten feet away from us and we're still fucking has my core clenching fiercely. His hands grip my hips tightly and I can see him grit his teeth. Fuck fuck fuck.

I'm so close, and I'm a little afraid that he's about to make me cum with our friends in the same fucking room. I try to plead with him with my eyes but his hips just push harder, still slow enough to be silent. My eyes roll back, body trembling.

"Four should be enough, Gray, thanks!" Mira's cheerful voice reinforces just how close we are to getting caught and a fresh wave of adrenaline has my knees threatening to give out. "Although it would be nice if Crime Sorciere gave us at least a little warning before showing up…" she griped to herself. Wait… something about the statement is important. My fingers curl into a fist against the wall, the hand over my mouth shaking. I hear Gray grumble and the footsteps thankfully heading towards the door. Laxus grins wickedly and presses our hips together as tightly as he can get, slowly swirling his hips in that perfect fucking way and I barely manage to keep the sounds from slipping out. I glare at him but he does it again.

GOD DAMMIT MIRA, GOD DAMMIT GRAY, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

My inner screaming is finally satisfied as the two exit the room, the door swinging closed behind them.

"You bastard," I hiss accusingly. He just grins madly and starts fucking me in earnest, erasing any and all thoughts of embarassment or why I should be concerned that Crime Sorciere is in the guild hall. Stars burst behind my eyelids and against my best attempts, a low, drawn out, thankfully muffled moan slips out between my fingers as I cum so hard my brain blanks, my release dripping down his length as it slides in and out. Laxus' thrusts grow erratic and his breathing catches until he grunts while pulling himself out and releasing against the wall, his seed hitting the wall messily. His hands grips my hips hard while we slowly get our breath back, his slowly softening cock resting against the outside of my hip.

I lean against the wall, watching in amusement as Laxus first realizes that he just jizzed all over a wall, and then realizes that he doesn't have anything to clean it up with. He's trying to stay nonchalant while he tucks himself back in his pants, searching for some kind of cloth or towel. I giggle and he narrows his eyes at me. I shrug and he huffs, looking back at the… cum wall. I can't believe that phrase just went through my mind.

He runs a hand through his hair in exasperation. I take pity on him and with some maneuvering, pull out the tank top from beneath my shirt. I wipe away the evidence – although if someone came in with a blacklight, that shit would light up like neon sign. I snickered and his hands went back around my waist and he growls in my ear.

"Careful, or we won't make it out of here without a round two," he purrs, my spine shivering. I hesitate for only a second before deciding "fuck it" and pulling that insufferable smirk close enough to kiss.

My body heats up quickly, our hands roaming over each other's torsos. Laxus brings us down to the floor, his hips immediately fitting against the cradle of my own. Just as hands started slipping underneath shirts, the doorknob jiggled and the door creaked open loudly. Our eyes shot open and instinct drove me to roll the two of us farther into the corner, behind a stack of crates that completely hid us. We heard shuffling and panting as two people entered, closing the door behind them. One of them let out a moan and our eyebrows shot to our hairlines.

"Mmph… fuck, Erza…"

Oh dear god no.

A flirty giggle was the response and all the blood drained from both our faces, our eyes locked. "Shh… we gotta be quiet Jelall, or someone might find us," my teammate whispered flirtily.

Kill me now.

Laxus' face grimaced, and I figured the same thought was running through his head. "What do we do?" I mouthed quietly. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly, the uncomfortable look on his face almost funny. More muffled moans drifted to our ears. Maybe… maybe if we just come out now before anything starts we can just leave and pretend this didn't happen?

I slowly and quietly get up into a crouch, and peek over the edge of the crate –

DAMMIT they're already fucking over there.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my cheeks burning as I try to wipe the image of two of the most powerful mages in Fiore fucking like animals on the other side of the room. Fuck, I hope they only do a quickie…

Laxus squinted at my bright red face and I just shook my head and laid back down, covering my ears. He chuckles quietly but a throaty moan comes from the couple and he grimaces. He lays down next to me and lays his arm across his eyes in defeat. I can tell we're both trying to decide if we we could survive running out of the room right now… Laxus glares at the ceiling and pouts, and I hazard a guess that we both reached the same conclusion – while we could possibly survive a fight with one of them, both was out of the question. I'm pretty sure that no single mage, not even Gildarts, could take on both Erza and Jelall. We resolve to wait it out.

A half an hour later, Laxus and I slinked out the storage room, heading straight to the exit, passing crime sorciere members who were mingling around the hall in celebration. I locked eyes with Cobra and he burst out laughing, clutching at his belly. Oh yeah. That's why I was supposed to be worried. The Poison slayer who can hear literally everything including thoughts was in our vicinity. As much as I wish I could pretend it had nothing to do with what just happened, I could already tell that he was fully aware of everything that just happened in that room – including how we were trapped. We passed him and I stopped to glare at him.

You could have stopped them from going into that room, you know.

I made sure to think loudly, although he could probably hear the thoughts even if they were whispered. He snickered.

"Nah. Was way funnier this way," he grins, Kinana looking at him in confusion. I huffed and pulled a still uncomfortable Laxus with me out the door. Once outside I crossed my arms and pouted, cheeks blazing.

"I can't believe… that after we finally have sex after two weeks – which we're going to discuss, by the way – that fucking happens. Now instead of satisfied and giddy, I just feel uncomfortable and mortified," I mutter aloud angrily. Laxus chuckles and slings an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close while we walk through the street.

"I overheard Pinky telling Mira that they were in town for around a week. I'm sure no one would fault us for missing one night with our guests," he offers helpfully. I cheer up a little, but the memory of hearing my surrogate sister getting her brains fucked out kept coming back to the front of my mind, making an uncomfortable shiver run down my spine and my ears burn. I look up at him, smirking when he flinches, most likely due to the same train of thought.

"Let's go back to your place, and spend the rest of the night erasing that from our memory, hm?" I suggest, waggling my eyebrows in a Cana-esque fashion. He swats my butt, drawing a startled squeak from my mouth. Before I can respond, he pulls me close and we shoot into the sky as lightning.

So now they know how everyone else feels becoming unwilling voyeurs to their romps. Hahahahahahahaha.