Hi everyone!

Welcome back for day 2 of BixLu week! I can't say how awesome all of the reviews and enthusiasm over this week is. If you haven't already, check out some of the others posting. Awesome work by fabulous authors. GemNika and I are so stoked by the response to this pairing.

This one took a little longer to write. It fought me but thanks to my Triplet, I prevailed. Remember these chapters will skip around in their relationship. This one is 2 months after they started dating

But onto the reading!

As usual, I don't own Fairy Tail. Just the plot

Day 2 - Hidden

Bickslow shifted on the branch and winced when a wooden nub that used to be a full branch stuck painfully into an ass cheek. Ok, so perhaps this wasn't his brightest idea. He glanced over at the blonde beside him and frowned when she shivered. It had seemed like an ingenious plan when he'd suggested it. It was that time again. The annual game night for the guild and like years past, they were ending with a few rounds of hide and go seek in the dark. Thankfully Mira had seen to the large injustice that had happened in previous years. It had been rather comical to see the look of horror that came over the Dragon Slayers faces when she brought out the enchantment pendants. It restricted their enhanced senses, putting them on an equal playing field with the other guild members. Unfortunately, that was where the bright ideas had ended.

He'd come across Lucy, his girlfriend of just two months, hiding behind a bush. Well, more like he'd jumped the bush and his foot found her. Her head that is. God she'd been pissed. He'd felt like shit but it led to an argument. Bringing them to a grand total of seven for the week. He had no clue what the hell was going on. Things had started great. They'd both decided at first to just keep it on the down low until they both adjusted. And all truths be told, he could honestly say he knew without a doubt he was already head over heels for her. How could he not be? Her white, crystalline soul was enough to draw anyone to her. Heart of gold and more compassion than Mother Theresa. She was beautiful inside and out. Although trouble began a week ago. She began to get irritable, cranky was being nice. He didn't get it.

At first, he'd thought it had been her period. Sure, a rather typical guy assumption but truth hurts. Mood swings, pushing him away, snapping at the slightest little thing. She was everything he knew she wasn't. But, luckily for him she was pretty OCD about organization. She kept a calendar on her bedroom wall, just over her desk that had details for everything listed on it. Mother Nature's unholy wrath of fertility was duly noted every month in red, with flow percentages and all. And he had thought Freed was anal. But thanks to her astute attention to detail and the driving need to mark its presence, that had been the week before. When she wasn't biting his head off for breathing or dropping an eyelash on her freshly washed duvet.

After arguing for fifteen damn minutes about him not taking her hiding spot, not that he wanted it to begin with, the idea had hit. They could use his babies to get up there and they readily agreed to help. They loved The Cheerleader, as they liked to call her. She hadn't been too keen on the idea and had wanted to argue about that too until the unmistakable sound of someone coming through the brush had made the decision for her. Now, here they were a good thirty minutes later. Sat in a tree. With a stick up his ass and her most likely feeling the effects of hypothermia because she rarely dressed for the occasion. The nights were still cool and being a good fifty feet up in the air, it was a little on the chilly side. The perv in him kind of liked it though. Her thin white top did little to hide the major set of headlights she was sporting and that damn blue skirt of hers just barely covered her ass. He was graced with the long lengths of exposed creamy thighs and toned calves. God just to feel them wrap-

"Bicks?"

Her voice put an end to his declining thoughts and his eyes snapped up from the exposed skin her lack of proper clothing afforded to her face. He was prepared for her to go off about being cold but instead he found sadness on her face. And she wasn't even looking at him. That gave him room for pause. His mind immediately went to the negative. She was breaking up with him. They hadn't even really begun and already it was ending. "Y-yeah?"

"Do you think I'm unattractive?"

He blinked at the question. Unattractive? Was that really the question she'd just asked?"No! God, hell no Cosplayer. Why…why would you even ask that?"

"Yeah Cheerleader!" Pipi cut in as he came down to hover in front of her. "He thinks you're bootiful."

"It's beautiful, Ding Dong," PuPu grumbled. "He thinks you're beautiful, Lucy."

She gave a slight shrug of her shoulder, her hand rising from her lap to rub at her nose. "Well it's just…" Her words trailed off and she gave a disheartened sigh. "Never…never mind."

"Ohhh, she's giving him the silent treatment," Popo chuckled.

"Would you all shut up and let Bickslow talk?" Papa sighed. "Sorry for their interruption."

"Lucy…" He paused as she shivered again and he reached up to pull his cloak off, draping it around her shoulders. The corners of his lips pulled down into a frown as he studied her for a moment. Where on earthland would she ever get that notion and why dismiss it without an explanation? Even with the crap he knew she'd gone through in past relationships, she was still the most confident person he knew when it came to looks. She was beautiful, hot, sexy, too overqualified to be listed as fuckable. "Baby, don't say nevermind. You've been…upset about something for a while now and I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"Well…I just…" She stumbled before stopping herself to take a deep breath. "Bicks. We've been together for two months now and…well…the most we've done is kiss."

"Yeaaah," he replied slowly. Where was she going with this? Fuck. Please don't tell me I've got bad breath.

Her bottom lip stuck out as she turned her face to look at him. "I just…does the thought of touching me repulse you or something?"

Why would I be repul- The realization of what she was saying slapped him square in the face and he gaped at her. She was right. He hadn't allowed himself more indulgence than kissing her. Not for lack of desire but more trying to do right by her. "L-Lucy. I…" He sighed. He could slap himself for not realizing how she would see his attempts at trying to be the nice guy for once. "I did, I mean do. DO want to do more than kiss you. I swear. I was just…well…Yeah. I fail."

"Wait," she blinked. "You wanted do more than kiss me? But you kind of pushed me away if it got hot and heavy."

"Yep. I'm an idiot. Just let me go scream that shit from the top of the guild. I refused to get into Cosplayer's pants because I'm cool like that!" Bickslow thought, sourly.

"Ohhh yeah he wanted to touch your bo-" Pepe started to interject before all five totems were suddenly rendered lifeless.

"Bicks!" Lucy frowned. "They were just trying to help. That far of a drop could hurt them."

He glanced down at the ground before waving her off with his hand. "Nah. They're fine but they were interrupting."

"But…still," she pouted.

Bickslow let out a long sigh. He knew about the dormant insecurities she had about sex thanks to past relationships. And he'd only fed into that in his own stupidity. "Lucy, I'm sorry. I'm a jackass," he started. "But I can honestly say I only pushed you away because I wanted you to know I wanted you for more than your body. I like all of you, so much. And believe me when I say resisting you has been the hardest thing I've ever done."

Silence fell over them. Uncomfortable, unsavory silence broken up only by the sounds of the woods at night and laughter off in the distance. He glanced over at her a couple of times, finding her just staring off with a blank expression. It was pure torture. He wanted her to say something. Anything. Ok, maybe not anything. He feared rejection. He was scared shitless because he was all too aware that when she opened her mouth, it could be the end. They were standing on the verge of finding forever and he'd fucked that up. He'd just wanted to be the good guy. He wanted her to know he wanted her, all of her for who she was. Not just sex. It wasn't about sex for him. But he should have and could have shown her in other ways.

The slightest of movement of the branch under him brought him out of his darkening thoughts and he looked up. His brows furrowed as he watched her precariously pull herself up to stand. "Cosplayer?"

She reached up and used the branches above her to turn so that her back was against the trunk. "Come up here with me."

"Lu-"

"Stop," she cut him off and stuck out a hand to him. "Now come up here with me."

He blinked at her hand for a moment before he looked back up at her. There was no anger on her face, all traces of sadness were gone. If she was going to break up with him, he'd rather take it sitting down. Stick up his ass and all. But he still wasn't able to resist. He reached around her leg and used the trunk of the tree as leverage to push himself up. "You can just say it Lucy," he sighed as he draped an arm over one of the branches she was clinging to.

"Say what?" She smirked as she dropped a hand to his chest, her fingers smoothing the fabric of his dark, long sleeved top. "And no more Cosplayer?"

The sudden playful tone in her voice confused him but her actions even more. His brain didn't have time to process as those thin, delicate fingers curled into his shirt and pulled him against her. Her lips found his, silencing whatever he could have said. It wasn't a soft, slow kiss of affection or reassurance. It wasn't exploratory as their other kisses had been. She was abrasive, demanding, controlling and holy hell did it do something to him. She tasted like the strawberries she smelled of. He loved that. Her hand was everywhere and anywhere. Her fingers found their way under his shirt and he literally sighed into her mouth at the soft, smooth touch. This was what he'd been resisting and fuck the world if he wanted it to stop. But this wasn't what he'd envisioned for their first time. "Cos- Player. Lu- Cy," He slowly iterated between kisses and nips of her teeth. When the only response she gave was her hand framing his arousal through his pants and a slight hum as her tongue teased the spots her teeth scraped.

He pulled back and removed her fingers from his already too tight pants to lay them on his chest. "Lucy, Baby. We're in a tree, hiding from everyone in the guild."

"And you've made me wait two agonizing months," she pouted.

He chuckled as she tried pulling him down again for another kiss, to undoubtedly cut off his words. "Yes and waiting a couple of more minutes until we're home won't hurt."

"Bixy," she grinned. "I want you. All of you and right now, I'm done waiting for the D."

"For the ohhhh woah, Lu-" He wasn't sure how she'd done it. But faster than he could blink, she'd managed to slide down to a crouch and was already working on the button and zipper on his pants. He tried batting her away, tried pulling her up but she just giggled and swatted his hand away. Being in a tree, his movements were limited for fear they would fall. It was a long fucking way down and if they didn't die, they'd be in traction for the rest of their foreseeable lives. The cool night air made him hiss as she pulled his arousal from his pants, "Cosplayer, Baby. Why don't we ju-ohhhhh fuck."

All ability to resist or think for that matter went out the window the moment her sweet mouth touched his exposed member. Her tongue swirled over the tip the way a child would a lollipop causing him to let out a long, drawn out moan as his whole body twitched at the contact. Feeling that warm, wet tongue bathing the length of him was pure bliss. And it didn't even come close to the heaven that swept him away when she finally took him into her mouth. It was as though she was trying to suck out his very soul and he was pretty damn sure he wanted her to do just that. The cold forgotten. The others out there searching for hiding guild members all but a distant memory. He was completely lost in her rendition of viva voce. And she was getting straight fucking A's.

Her mouth twisted one way as she sunk down the length of him only to twist the opposite direction on the withdrawal. He'd had good blow jobs before. Plenty of them. Good was a very broad term. One could use it for a sandwich, a movie. People had good times. They had a good meal, visited a good museum, bought a good pair of shoes. But Lucy's mouth? What she was doing to him? Excellent, exceptional, marvelous, superb, aces, superior, delightful, fantastic, fabulous, terrific, killer. It didn't take her throat working the hell out of him to know she'd put every single word he came up with to shame. They were suddenly bad words, utterly inadequate to describe what he felt. But the moment he felt himself slip past the back of her mouth and her larynx muscles tightened around him, he was pretty sure Mary Poppins was onto something with supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

"F-Fuck," he moaned. "L-Lucy…god….your mouth."

Then she just had to moan around him. His fingers white knuckled the branches he was holding on to. Her fingers clung to his hips, pulling him in deeper despite his hips driving himself into her warm, inviting mouth. Never before had any one made his eyes cross, not the way she did. Already he could feel that familiar zing in the base of his spine. Just a few minutes and he was teetering on the edge. And it had nothing to do with the branch he was barely able to hold himself up on. His knees were feeling weak. If he didn't stop this, he'd lose himself in the deepest levels of blissful hell that was his girlfriend's mouth. And to think he'd been resisting this.

He reluctantly dropped a hand to the top of her head and struggled resisting the urge to bury his fingers into her perfect honey blonde locks. "Lu. B-baby," He stammered as he pushed her head back. A wave of remorse washed over him the moment that saturating warmth was gone.

"W-was I doing something wrong?"

The hurt in her voice only made the regret worse. "No. Wrong?" He sighed as he reached down to help her stand. "Baby, that…was so fucking right, too right. Like it's gonna end too soon right."

"But then why stop?"

He quickly glanced between the two branches they'd been holding on to and gave a slight push to the one they were perched on. With his propensity for perfect balance, years spent perfecting it and his agility. He could actually make this work. A slow grin pulled at the corners of his lips before he attacked her mouth. He could easily see himself swallowed up in a steadfast addiction to the taste of her mouth. And the sounds of her moans. That throaty sound, the little whimpers that he swallowed down as his hand explored the wonderland of her curves. Everywhere he touched, her body so easily responded by pushing into him. Her breasts were perfect, fitting just right in his palm. Her stomach was as flat as it looked and it quivered under his fingertips. Her hips had been made just for his grasp. It drove him that he couldn't have both hands on the wheel but she had a point. They'd waited two entire months. She'd gotten him to the edge and he was feigning for more. "Panties," He moaned as he broke the kiss. "I'll hold you up."

The grin she gave him made him twitch. Saliva flooded his mouth as he watched her fingers lift the ends of her skirt to reveal the daintiest silk bikini style panties. She pulled at the little bows that were on her hips and the material gave way as the ribbons came loose. Holy mother of go- His mouth went dry as his eyes were torn away from her smooth, clean-shaven mound of heaven to see her lifting the panties to her face. Watching her drag the material under her nose was by far the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. But then she floored him when she gave him a saucy grin and pulled the fabric from her nose to press it to his. His nostrils flared as her fingers pressed the damp material against him. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. It made him long to taste her, to immerse himself in her until he suffocated.

His eyes locked with hers as his fingers strayed down to brush against the sendal flesh of her thighs. God he'd never felt anything so soft as her skin. "Fuck," He growled as his fingers brushed against her core. "You're already so wet."

"Touch me, Bixy," She moaned.

He didn't need to be told twice but hell did her voice sound amazing. Not the usual robust, vibrant tone that came from between those beautiful lips. It was deeper, sultry, raspy, thick yet breathy. And hearing her call him Bixy. The feeling her body give to the intrusion of his digits had him moaning with her. So soft, hot, wet, tight. But he didn't have to wonder how she tasted. Her fingers pressed the panties she'd soaked between his lips. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he'd find someone like her. Someone who just might be more sexually driven than he was. He bit down on the material as his tongue bathed it, seeking every last trace of her essence. Sweet, like candy with just the slightest hint of tang that reminded him of citrus.

Deeper. Higher. Faster. Her hips bucked against his hand as his fingers scissored inside of her. Feeling her walls flutter around him made him ache to be inside of her. But he wasn't ready. She wasn't ready. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders and her body trembled ever so slightly against him. His name tumbled from her lips on repeat when her moans and whimpers weren't choking off the beautiful sound. It drowned out the other sounds of the night. Her smell was so potent despite everything else around them. And seeing her face. It was tilted up with the moonlight filtering through the branches around them to perfectly highlight her features. Those large, doe brown eyes were glazed over in lust. Her kissable, full lips were parted and her tongue occasionally darted out to wet them. And he wasn't even fucking her yet.

"B-Bixy," she panted. "P-please…fuck I need all…all of you inside of me."

He let loose a muffled moan behind his makeshift gag and pulled his fingers from her body only to have her capture his hand. His jaw went slack, the panties slipping out as he watched her bring his soaked fingers to her lips. He watched her eyes roll as her tongue snaked around his digits before she pulled them into her mouth. "Oh dear God," he awed as she suckled on his fingers. Just when he didn't think she could get any fucking hotter, she blew him out of the water.

"Shirt," she hummed as she pulled her lips from his hand. Her fingers let go of him long enough to work at her shirt buttons. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

She could have told him to jump off the top of the damn guild and he would have done it. He steadied himself on the large branch and quickly pulled his top over his head. There was no care as to where it went as he tossed it. He pushed his pants and underwear over his hips, letting them fall as he pulled one of her legs up to hook over his hips. Just feeling the tip of his arousal brushing over her soaked core nearly dropped him to his knees. He had to reach up for one of the branches above him to steady himself. Her shirt fell open to reveal the most flawless set of breasts he'd ever seen, shielded only by a thin, sheer bra. Her flat stomach heaved with each breath she took. "Damn you're fucking perfect," he breathed.

"Not even close," she chuckled as she reached down between them to grasp his length and brought it to her opening. "But I think you're about to show me how to perfectly fuck."

The strangled sound that made its way up from his throat was foreign to his own ears. But his body couldn't resist the reaction he had to feeling her body just begging for him to be inside. Her opening felt like it was nursing on the tip of his length. His fingers tightened on her thigh and he pulled her to meet his surging hips. In one thrust, he found himself buried deep inside of her and it nearly drove him over the edge. She fit around him like a tailored glove. Made just for him. And still he needed more. His hips pulled back till only the head of him remained inside. As bad as he wanted to be back inside of her, he waited until she had that pleading look on her face and whimpered his name. His hips surged forward again, making her cry out. It was the most beautiful sound he had and would ever hear.

Slow and easy, he set a gentle pace. He wanted to savor every sensation. Every sound. Her arms clung to him as her leg tightened around him. Pulling him in deeper and deeper. The world around them ceased to exist. It was only him and her that existed. Every thrust fed an addiction that he never realized he had. His head dropped to press his lips against hers and he moaned at the taste of her that still lingered there. She was the death he never knew he was searching for and he couldn't get enough. "Fuck, Lucy," He moaned. "You feel so damn good."

Her teeth nipped at his bottom lip, her staccato breath feathering over his face. "M-more Bixy," she managed between thrusts. "P-please. Harder, fuck me harder."

He wanted to deny her. Wanted to draw it out but the way her walls clamped down around him had him practically howling at the damn moon. His hips flexed, thrusting into her hard and fast. Her fingernails dug painfully into his scalp and it drove him over the edge into madness. He'd always had a pension for just a little pain but even more so for a woman who took control. Denial dissipated, leaving only compliance its wake as he gave into her request. Hard and fast. Unforgiving, he took her. Laid claim to what was and always would be his. Her cries of pleasure spurred him on, his name being shouted to the heavens set the stage. That zing from before returned only stronger and more intense. The fluttering around him tightened his balls. He tried to speak but the only thing that came was her name, tumbling from his lips. Her body tensed around him and it sent him over the edge.

"Are you sure she wasn't in her apartment?"

Laxus glanced at Freed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah I'm fucking sure," he growled as he pushed through a bush. They'd been searching for a good forty minutes now without any sign of Lucy or Bickslow. They hadn't shown up back at the guild after the game ended. They were the only two not found in four rounds, four different people had been tagged it. Everyone waited for them to come back in, wondering where the wonder hiding spot had been. But after an hour and still no sign, they all started to worry.

"I even checked inside," Gajeel groaned. "She hasn't been there since this morning."

Evergreen chuckled and shook her head. "They're probably holed up somewhere doing god knows what."

"Ah. No," Laxus immediately replied. "They're friends. Nothing more."

Freed glanced at the three people with him. "Are you positive of that Laxus? They've been spending an exorbitant amount of time together as of late."

"One hundred percent."

The brunette glanced at Freed before her attention turned back to Laxus. "And how can you be so sure?" She asked before letting out a squeak as she side stepped, barely missing a faceplant into a tree.

"They'd fucking reek of each other if they were banging," Gajeel smiled smugly.

"R-really?" Evergreen stuttered, the color clearly draining from her face. "Y-you can tell that?"

Laxus gave a shake of his head and chuckled. "Why do you think we've been teasing your ass about Elfman for the last couple of years?" He didn't really need to smell them to know. The two were obvious despite their attempts to hide it but Bicks and Lucy? He'd been questioning the relationship between his adopted little sister and his best friend for weeks. Freed was right, they seemed to be stuck up each other's asses more than normal. But while he occasionally caught the other's scent on one, it was no more than they'd pick up from a hug. He wasn't opposed to the idea of the two of them together, not really. It concerned him because what if they did hook up and then ended up having a bad break up. Lucy had been hurt way too much and honestly, so had Bickslow. He frankly didn't want to be caught in the middle of a shit storm, having to choose sides between two people he loved and would hate to see hurt.

"Fuck," Gajeel growled as he pulled Laxus to a halt. He turned and back tracked a little, sniffing at the air. "Do you still smell them where you are?"

Laxus's nostrils flared before letting out a sigh of annoyance. "Hell no," He grimaced. "It stops there." He looked around, a nervous feeling setting into the pit of his stomach. He pushed the sounds of crickets and cicadas singing to the back of his mind as he strained to hear anything other than the normal sounds of the woods at night. Nothing. There was no sign of a struggle, no signs of anything. Not even footprints in the dirt or hollow impressions left on the grass other than their own. It was like they'd simply disappeared off of the face of the earth.

"What do you believe could have happened to them?" Freed wondered aloud. "It is not like two people could simply vanish into thin air."

"If I had a fucking clu-" Laxus started only to be cut off by a feminine gasp. He turned to where the brunette fairy had been only to find her rushing off. "Ever!" He called after her and she simply ignored him as she quickly approached a large tree.

"Laxus…"

If the worried tone of her voice didn't get him, the frown on her face when she looked back at him sure the hell did. Whatever she'd found wasn't good. Mavis please don't tell me something happened… He sprinted over to where she was only to skid to a stop when his eyes caught on a painted wooden face. "Oh no," he whispered as he quickly searched the tall weeds surrounding the base. Papa. Fuck, Popo. Pipi… "They're all fucking here."

"But why the fuck would he leave them there?"

"He would not," Freed frowned as he came up beside the Iron Dragon slayer. "The only time they go lifeless like that is when Bickslow deactivates his magic or he's rendered unconscious…"

"But there's no sign of a fight," Evergreen said worriedly.

Laxus gathered the five wooden totems in his arms and turned to find the other three looking to him for guidance. He knew Bickslow. If the Seith mage had deactivated his magic, he would have hid the totems somewhere safe or sent them home before doing it. He also knew if Lucy was with him, neither of them would go down without a fight. Unless they were caught off guard… He looked around, unsure of what to do. For the first time since Tartarus, he was scared and had zero fucking ideas as to what to do.

"Oh…my…well…that's certainly interesting."

The lightning dragon spun at the sound of Freed's voice to find the green haired mage looking away with crimson staining his cheeks. Gajeel had a hand clamped over his mouth, laughter clearly dancing in his crimson eyes and Evergreen looked as though she was the cat who'd swallowed the canary. This isn't a laughing matter damn it. "What?"

"How much money would you put on Bicks and Lucy NOT being an item," Evergreen chuckled.

His lip came up into a sneer and he was prepared to go ten kinds of crazy on her stupid ass when he saw her point skyward. He followed her direction and his arms went slack, dropping all five wooden dolls as his jaw dropped. He had been preparing himself for the reality of finding them dead or severely injured. "I'm going to fucking kill them," he swore under his breath at the sight of various articles of clothing hanging precariously from random branches and two very naked mages. Wrapped around each other and looking down at them with amusement on their faces no less.

"Bickslow and Lucy," Evergreen sang. "Fucking in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G."

And there you have how to have sex in a tree. Come on. It's Bixy. If he can balance while flying around on the babies, he can surely handle this hehe.

Tomorrow is Home and I hope to see you all return.

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Big Hugs,

Princess Nana