I don't even know why this smut is in the beginning here, but oh well.
Chapter 20 - Dress Shopping (or, "Completely Unneccessary Public Indeceny")
"I think we might be bad people," I whisper against his jaw, drawing a low moan from deep in his chest. His large hands paw at my body, pulling me closer and cupping my ass. He chuckles lowly but his hands don't slow down as they carefully peel my tight tank top off. I purr at the feeling of his fingertips trailing up my sides.
"Mmm but I like when you're bad…" he growls, leaning away just enough to pull the fabric over my head and place it over the handicap railing. I laugh breathlessly and tremble when he quickly finds my panties and pulls them down my legs, leaving me in a skirt and bra. The look in his eyes makes my knees go weak and a dull throbbing starts in my core. The dresses I meant to try on still hung from the hanger on the door, and I sent up a silent thank you that these dressing rooms had walls and doors that reached the floor. I doubt the sales associate would appreciate seeing our pair of feet. He spun us around and pressed my back to his chest, facing the mirror. My ears burned at the sight of myself – lips parted, pupils blown up, hooded eyelids barely hiding my desire. His face over my should grins and his hand snakes in front and slips up my skirt, immediately finding the slick, heated flesh that ached for him.
I bite my lip to keep quiet. His skilled fingers prod and tease until my hips rock against them on their own. My eyes catch a glimpse of the dresses hanging behind us, and I try to remember what I was doing here in the first place. His free hand gently presses against my back to make me bend forward, my hands shooting out to steady myelf against the cool glass of the mirror. I feel his hands fumble behind me and soon his hot, hard cock is rubbing against me. He leans forward.
"I want you to watch your own face while I enter you," he breathes seductively, my own breath hitching. He starts to slowly slide in… one inch… two inches… My eyes slide shut.
He stops and taps my hip impatiently. My eyes flutter back open and I lock eyes with his reflection pleadingly.
"I'll stop if you look away, babe," he warns, my face burning. I bite my lip and focus my gaze on my own reflected face. He starts to slowly continue… four inches… five… fuck just a bit more…
My eyes snap shut and my fist clench as his swollen head slides along that maddening spot and I growl when he stops again. "Keep watching," He breathes, voice strained. I force my eyes back open and his slow process continues, making me go more insane by the moment. I watch my own face contort in pleasure, my own eyes fluttering as I try desperately to keep them open and trained on myself. He pushes in roughly the last inch, the force making my eyes pop and mouth fall open. I somehow manage to hold back my sounds and as he begins to move, I watch all of the reactions on my face, both subtle and unsubtle. A dark red blush stains my cheeks at the sight – I look like I'm in a fucking porno.
He chuckles behind me and I realize I just said that out loud. "You're way hotter than any porn star I've ever seen, babe," he grunts, smirking and meeting my eyes in the relfection. "But yeah, you've got the fucking hottest sex faces I've ever seen," he growls, teeth flashing. He allows another hard, deep thrust and I have to admit… I am pretty hot. "See how fucking amazing you look, Blondie?" he breathes, leaning over to whisper in my ear. "I get to see this every time… And I just wanted to share it with you…" His voice is thick as honey, and his movements are skilled. My heart swells at the praise – in a perverted way, that's kind of sweet. He smiles and nips at my ear. "And now I want you to watch yourself orgasm."
I swallow thickly as he leans back. His hands grip my hips and he starts pounding hard, the sound of skin slapping luckily beind muffled by both my skirt and his jeans. The peak hits me quickly – and I clench my fist with the effort to keep my eyes open. I tumble over the edge, and my own ecstasy-filled face was actually more erotic then I expected. My toes curl with the strength of my release, my body jerking and clenching around him. As I come back down, I meet his smug eyes in the reflection and an idea pops into my head. Once I finish my orgasm, I stand up and force my hips back along with my hadns to push him back and away, causing him to stumble a bit. I spin around and catch his shoulder before he can topple back, my eyes twinkling with mischief at the confused look on his face.
"Blondie, what-?" he starts. He cuts off when I take him in my hands and step close to him.
"Now it's time for you to watch yourself orgasm, babe," I purr, stroking teasingly. His eyes widen and he makes to protest but I drop to my knees. "Remember – if you look away from your reflection, I'll stop," I smirk, letting my tongue flick out to tease the tip. He snorts, but his composure is still visibly frazzled.
"H-how would you even know if I looked away?" he argued. I smirked.
"I'll be watching your eyes from down here. And the second they move away from your own reflection, I'll stop doing this," I whisper seductively, drawing a low groan. I take a long lick of his cock and moan quietly. "Oh fuck, baby. You taste like my cum," I purr, making his hips jerk and his jaw drop. He pull him into my mouth and suck on him for a moment before he looks down and meets my eyes. I immediately pull back, letting him go with a pop. He lets out a low sound of protest.
"But I'd rather watch you," he hisses. I wink.
"It's only fair, Sparky. I get to see your sexy face, and it would be selfish of me to not let you see it too," I breath. His jaw clenches as my hot breath teases his tip. "Now be a good boy and watch yourself," I demand. He grunts in resignation and raises his head to look at his reflection. With an eye trained on the view of his chin, I return to my task, relishing the wonderful taste of him and myself combined. I can see his jaw tick as he tries his hardest not to look away. My tongue teases while my cheeks hollow, working him in all the right ways. His breathing is ragged and his face is pink. A hand goes to grip my head and flexes between my locks of hair, his trembling hips signaling his oncoming release. I pull back enough to talk, letting my hands work him without missing a beat. "I'm going to swallow everything you give me, babe. Just keep watching," I murmer, feeling a need for him to do as I say. His breath catches and I slide him into my mouth as deep as I can, the hot steel seeming to grow even harder. With one last suck he bursts, his hot seed coating my mouth and throat before I can even react. But I manage to swallow it all, not missing a drop, thoroughly enjoying the low, quiet moan his chest makes as he cums. His hips jerk a few times as they ride out the waves, and I make sure to lick him clean before pulling back and pressing one last teasing kiss to his softening member. His eyes blink rapidly and I get the feeling I should have specified that, you know, blinking was acceptable. I gently pull him to sit down on the bench , watching with satisfaction as he slumps against the wall with his usual goofy post-coitus grin. I lean down to peck him on the lips and he doesn't hesitate to return it, dedpite just nutting my mouth.
"You're really amazing, you know that, right?" he growls, cupping my face tenderly. I giggle and tp him on the nose.
"Same to you, Thunder God," I tease. I straighten back up and look around, only to suddenly remember what I was doing here in the first place.
"Oh fuck I was supposed to be trying on dresses!" I hiss, scrambling to the door to pull the first from its hanger. Oh Gods, I'm terrible. This is for ERZA'S WEDDING! What is wrong with me?! I quickly pull my panties back on and my skirt off, slipping the elegant garment on quickly. I shove Laxus out of the way and pose in front of the mirror, twisting this way and that. Hm. It's alright, but I think I can find better.
I had to swat Laxus' grabby hands away multiple times until I finally had to kick him out of the dressing room. I hear him grumbling while he leaves, but I ignore him. Once alone, I look at the remaining two dresses with determination. I will not get distracted!
When the last ones on the hanger fail to capture that "wow" factor, I sullenly exit the dressing room.
We have to sneak out the back door after the sales associate loudly notices the handprints on the mirror.
It takes the rest of the day, but I finally find that perfect dress. The dress I will wear as one of Erza's bridesmaids.
I take a moment to remember the scene from a few days ago.
"Jelall Fernandes. For your assistance in various altercations and your work against the dark guilds of Fiore, I hereby pardon you and your guild of your outstanding warrants," Mr. Yajima says boldly. Jelall can only blink incredulously at the small man. Next to him, Meredy's jaw dropped.
"Wh-what?" he manages. Mr. Yajima smiles.
"The country is in chaos, Mr. Fernandes. The Magic Council is gone, and we're scrambling to establish any form of order possible," he explains. "We don't have time to pursue you and your guild. That, and everyone on the temporary council is in agreement that you deserve pardoning." Around the table, the temporary council nods in agreement – an interesting group consisting of any remaining Wizard Saints and council members, as well as the major guild masters. Makarov smiles widely and Jura nods, and Sting smirks.
This meeting was taking place in the town meeting hall in Magnolia. Along the perimeter, Doranbolt stood with a new squadron of temporary rune knights. The scar-faced man nodded solemnly. After having his memories restored, and his Fairy Tial status revealed, he decided to forgo returning to the guild in favor of aiding in the restoration efforts of the magic council.
Jelall and Meredy looked at each other in wonder.
"Obviously, this is nothing more than a clean slate," one councilman speaks up, a lucky former councilman from decades ago who managed to avoid Tartaros. "There's also the matter of any and all records regarding your warrants and imprisonment were destroyed along with the old council headquarters. So as of now, both of you are officially free."
Meredy lets out a squeal of happiness and grabs Jelalls arm, bouncing. Jelall just stands there dumbstruck. She quickly composes herself. "Thank you very much, sir. Now if I may ask, could we have a moment?" she asks politely, pulling Jellal with her to the side where they have a whispered conversation that excalates with hand gestures and Meredy poking Jellal in the chest viciously and glaring at him. He seems to surrender, but smiles a little, looking off into the distance.
"Hey Jellal!" Sting calls out, pulling the two's attention back. "Go propose to your lady, already!"
Erza was sitting at the bar in the guild hall, sipping on an iced tea and making idle chatter with Mira. She was worried about the meeting going on. SHe fidgeted and Mira cast her a sympathetic smile. The doors slammed open and she turned around in surprise.
She locked eyes with Jelall, and stood up as he rushed straight to her. Despite the crowded Guild Hall, he takes her face in his hands and pushes their lips together tenderly yet passionately, taking her breath away. Cat calls resound around the guild and when he pulls back both mages have pink cheeks.
"Erza Scarlet. You are my everything. Will you marry me?" he breathes. Erza's eyes pop out of her head and her jaw drops. His eyes search hers cautiously as he watches the request sink in. And then she's crushing him to her so tightly he has strouble breathing.
"Yes. Yes. A thousand times YES!" she sings, pulling back for another kiss. The blue-haired former felon smiles into the kiss and wraps his arms around her, lifting her up and spinning giddily. Mira's happy squeals are joined by cheers that ring through the guild hall.
"I may never truly deserve you… but I give my word I'll do everything I can to try," he murmers against her lips.
"And I'll do everything I can to show you that you do," Erza murmers back.
My communication lacrima buzzes in my pocket and I pull it from my pocket to see Levy's name.
"Yea, Lev?" I greet, stopping to look into the store window and wrinkling my nose at the tacky dress on display.
"Had any luck finding a dress?" she asks excitedly. I sigh loudly and shake my head. "Lucy if you're shaking your head you need to actually speak words." I blushed. I could hear that little devious smirk of hers.
"Fine. No, I haven't had any luck." I groused. She lets out a strange noise of excitement and I pull back to look at the phone in confusion. "You okay there?"
"YES." She yells loudly.
"Levy, if you're having sex right now I'm never answering your phone calls again," I say drily. She huffs in offense.
"Hey, I'm not! I'm just excited! God don't be such a perv, Luce." She scolds teasingly.
"Oh cmon. It was bound to happen. I'm mated to Laxus, after all," I smirk, looking at said Dragonslayer's bored expression as he appraises an odd dress that looks more like lingerie than actual clothing in the store window. He points at it and opens his mouth to speak. "No I am not wearing that Laxus!" I cut him off.
"Wait, you brought Laxus shopping?" Levy laughs incredulously. "No wonder you haven't had any luck. Have you even made it to more than one store?"
My cheeks burn and I bite my lip.
"I'll take your silence as a yes," she laughs. "Whatever. Anyways, I think I found the perfect dress for you! Meet me at that little boutique at the corner of Cherry and Birmingham Street," she says, giddy. I smile.
"Alright, I'll be there."
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I looked in the mirror in awe. She was right. It was perfect. I could sense her vibrating with excitement just outside the changing room door and I take pity on her and open it. Her eyes pop and she grins widely.
"LUCY! YOU'RE PERFECT!" she squeals, zipping around me to see from different angles. She pushes me out into the waiting room and I hear a weird strangled noise. I turn to see a dumbstruck Laxus with half of a cookie in his open mouth and frozen mid chew. I smirk broadly as the cookie falls to the floor. His eyes appraise me thoroughly and hungrily.
"Blon…Lucy… you look…" he stutters uncharacteristically, his mouth working awkwardly. I give a twirl and his eyes glaze a little. "You're beautiful," he breathes. A moment passes and his eyes blaze and he starts to step towards me hungrily. His abrupt change in mood makes me flush. He starts to reach.
"NO," Levy shouts firmly, jumping in front of me and pushing at him feebly. The surprising act makes him pause and he looks down at the tiny bluenette pushing at him, her little face determined. "I learned my lesson with Gajeel. This Dress needs to last until – and for the duration of – Erza's wedding. So no touching!" she scolds. Laxus blinks down at her. I giggle at the sight but I nod enthusiastically.
"She's right, you know. I don't trust you around important clothing, Sparky." I say honestly. He pouts at me. "Don't give me that. You'll survive." I wag my finger at him. He dejectedly stalks back to the chair and sits down grumpily. I side eye Levy. "So you learned from Gajeel, huh?" I say teasingly. Her face goes tomato red. My smile grows wider. "How many tries did that take?" Her response was mumbled and I leaned closer. "What was that?" I prod.
"Four times…" she says ashamedly. "Admittedly more times than it should have," she adds hastily. I giggle and she sticks her tongue out at me. "Now go change out of that and buy it. And don't let Laxus ruin it!"
I think there's one more chapter after this. But fret not, the sequel already has... like... ten chapters written.