Welcome back everyone!

I am so sad…this week is almost over. Just means I will have to write more BixLu in the future…when I'm not writing Laxus because we all know how I love me some Laxus and LaLu…ok and LaxCo hehe.

But! Onto the reading!

Day 6 - Fluffy

Lucy gaped in horror at her reflection in the mirror. Death by organza. That is exactly what the hell she was swathed in. She looked like a cupcake. Like a cerulean crayon had a developed a horrible case of the Hershey squirts and her ass landed in the middle of it. "I look like the Michelin Man fucked Rose Blue and crapped a baby."

"Rose Blue?"

She turned, groaning when she was forced to lift the copious layers of ruffles that was the skirt of her hideous gown. The look of amusement on Cana's face only served to make the situation worse. There was no way she could go out there, into a full ballroom, dressed in the monstrosity. The corseted bodice wasn't so bad. Fitted, sleeveless and rhinestone encrusted. It served to push her chest up and cinched her waist. But the skirt is where it all fell apart. It belled out into a dome and she didn't think she'd ever once seen so many ruffles. It was a gift from Princess Hisui. She couldn't exactly turn it down nor could she decline to wear it. That would be disrespectful to the generosity of the royal family. This dress would end up with the other four dresses Hisui had given her, in a burn pile and never to be seen from again. Maybe next year they should throw the Grand Magic Games just so she didn't have to deal with it again. "She's one of the my little ponies," she sighed.

The Card Mage chuckled and shook her head. "Sounds like you're playing with the wrong kind of toys Hun."

"It's what Asuka's into now," she lamented. "My toy collection is very age appropriate thank you."

"With a husband like Bickslow I can only imagine," Cana grinned with a wag of her brows.

Lucy stuck her tongue out at her friend before she turned back to give one last check of her hair. She didn't have a say so about her dress but her hair and makeup was all her own. Thanks to Cancer, it was perfectly curled and styled, flawlessly pinned up into a twist and cascading down one side of her face. He'd chosen the usual blend of natural shades with a hint of dark around her eyes. She hadn't looked this good since her wedding. The thought made her smile. Six whole months and she was still head over heels for Bickslow. He'd been an amazing boyfriend but he proved an even better husband. But once he got a load of the horror film that was her dress, there would be no looks of adoration or secret sexy touches. "Come on," she said as she turned for the door. "Let's get out there before someone sends a search party."

"No kidding," The brunette chuckled as she fell into step next to her. "They'll never find you in that fluffy mound of crapola."

"Cana," she warned as they moved down the marble lined hallway. A couple of random party goers were milling about, glancing at them funny. She knew it probably had absolutely nothing to do with the comment and more to do with the ruffles. But better safe than sorry. The closer they drew to the overly large doorway, the more her stomach churned. She hated these types of functions. It was a memory of the stuffy, proper life she had run the hell away. Arranged marriages, business contracts, dresses and undergarments that stole a girl's breath (literally), pompous men dressed to impress themselves alone. It was all just fucked. It wasn't living. It was a constant hand around a person's throat, keeping them just on the edge of death. She wanted life. Real life with happiness, laughter, adventure, comfort, companionship. She had all of that and more in Fairy Tail.

"Mrs. Tamashi and Mrs. Justine."

Lucy glanced over at her friend and smiled at what she saw. She still got butterflies in her stomach when someone called her by Bickslow's last name. The glow that settled on the brunette's face was exactly what she imagined she looked like the first time it had happened. "Come on Mrs. Justine," she chuckled as she offered her a hand. "Let's go find our husbands."

"You don't have to look very far, Fluffs MaGee."

The look of joy she felt at the sound of her husband's voice fled the room like cockroaches after someone hit the lights when she took in the sight of her husband. She suddenly felt normal. Completely normal. His attire was only a shade or two darker than her own. A high waisted coat with a double breasted lapel, a matching vest beneath to hide where the ruffles ended on his shirt. Oh god and a large fucking bow tie. The pants were plain but equally hideous. They clung to his hips and showcased his legs so goddamn well but she was pretty sure they buttoned somewhere around his nipples. The only plus to the entire ensemble was the fact that his visor was gone and his hair was slicked back the way it had been at the wedding. "Y-you look…" Her words trailed off as he reached for her hands. She had no words. None whatsoever.

"It matches your dress," the Seith Mage chuckled as he pulled her to him. His head dipped and his lips brushed affectionately against hers, stealing her breath. "You still look beautiful, fluffy or not."

She slipped her arm around his waist, doing her best not to cringe at the feel of polyester. She would have thought that the Princess just had it out for her. If the rest of the room wasn't filled with people in the most god awful attire she'd ever seen. It looked like someone had raided a drag queen's closet. Or maybe the Princess was really a Drag Queen behind closed doors. "And you look…" Her words trailed off as she leaned into him and nuzzled her nose against his. A huge plus was that he smelled like heaven. The light cologne he wore always drove her crazy and that moment was no different. She could already feel the water rising. Poor toddler village… "Handsome."

"If I were going for Jim Carrey maybe," he chuckled. "Come on beautiful, I've reserved your entire dance card."

"So when will you be making us Uncles?"

"They just got married Lightning Rod," Gajeel groaned.

"Six months ago and if I had it my way then she would've been knocked the fuck up when she got back from the honeymoon."

For the third time that night, Lucy found her jaw on the floor. The tall, muscle bulked male in front of her was not her adopted brother. There was no way in hell. She would have thought that perhaps it was Mira doing another take over to get her way. She'd been on her and Bickslow since the two of them had come out as a couple so damn long ago. Almost three years ago to be exact. But the white haired demon was busy across the room being lovey dovey with one Erza Scarlet. That was still…confusing. Not one person in the guild had seen that couple happening. Perhaps all that fighting had just been their way of denying their true inner feelings. So no. This was indeed her usually cocky, very gay brother. "Laxus, honey," she implored with a forced smile. "You do realize you have no control over that right?"

The large Dragon Slayer gave a roll of his eyes. "Yeah, so I'm not god. What the fuck ever."

"Well there's that," she lamented. "But you're also gay. As in you like Gajeel's dude piston more than you like my pudding hatch."

"And the fact that we just got married," Bickslow added.

"Eh, semantics," Laxus shrugged with a wave of his hand.

The fork Gajeel had been gnawing on fell to the plate in front of him with a clatter. "Take that fucking cravat off right now."

Lucy bit her lip to keep from laughing as her brother glared at the Iron Dragon Slayer. She saw the argument coming and knew exactly what would follow. They'd barely make it out of the ballroom without tearing each other's clothes off. It was apparently a dragon thing to engage in battle before they could copulate. Copulate…bwahahaha. She reached over and thread her fingers with her husband's. "How about we leave these assholes to their kinky stuff and go take another spin on the dance floor?"

"You got it Stay Puff-erella," The Seith Mage chuckled as he stood and pulled her up with him.

She playfully slapped his arm but allowed him to lead her out onto the floor. A gentle smile touched her lips the moment the familiar sound of a guitar began. The look of adoration that swept over his face took her breath away just as he spun her at the edge of the dance floor. His ability to dance still amazed her and she knew it shouldn't. As agile as he was, skilled in acrobatics and rhythmic, dancing was a logical skill. But he was exceptionally good, as though he'd been raised in high society. He could waltz, tango, lindy hop, west coast two step and meringue better than some of the professionals she'd seen. She slid her hand up onto his shoulder, his hand gripping her other as he began to lead her into that single step followed by a double shuffled step. He felt like home pressed against her as they glided, his hand secure on her lower back and his blood colored eyes locked on hers. There wasn't a day that she didn't feel like she was drowning in those deep crimson pools.

"Like a river meets the sea. Stronger than it's ever been," He sang to her as they moved without missing a beat. "We've come so far since that day and I thought I loved you then."

Lucy felt the same warmth spread throughout her entire body as it had the day they'd married. Dancing, just as they were now with him singing those exact lyrics to her then. He'd made her tear up that day and she was hard pressed not to do so again. To think he'd been under her nose for so long and she'd wasted so much time not noticing the gem he really was. It didn't really matter now, he was hers. And perhaps it had to happen that way to appreciate him more but it still stung that she'd walked such a horrible road just to find perfection had been waiting for her at home. "I love you Bickslow Tamashi," she beamed.

"I love you too Lucy Tamashi," he replied before dropping his head to brush his cheek against hers. "But I do have a question."

"And what would that be?" She chuckled as his breath blew over her ear, tickling her.

He let out a salacious hum before his lips brushed against her lobe, making her stumble slightly but he quickly corrected their movement. "What's under all those ruffles?"

"Bickslow!" She whispered loudly.

He pulled his head back and looked down at her with that devious grin that inspired waterfalls. "What? The last time you were in a fancy dress, you had all that hot as hell lingerie on. So…"

"So you were wondering if it was the same now," she finished for him with a giggle.

The Seith Mage slowed them to a stop and pulled her other hand up onto his shoulder before dropping his to her hips. "Well," He grinned as he swayed them to the music. "It's bound to be better than the outerwear, Mrs. Tamashi."

Her eyes darted around the crowded room as his hands slid down to cup her backside, a hum of approval slipping from between her lips as he pulled her tightly against him. "W-while I agree, Mr. Tamashi," She stammered breathlessly. Damn him to hell if she wasn't already feeling the effects of his close proximity. She cleared her throat and reached back to pull his hands back to the safety of her hips. As if there was a safe place for him to touch that didn't spark a tsunami between her thighs. "We are in a very public place. Princess Hisui and King Toma are right over there and I highly doubt they'd appreciate us getting jiggy with it on the dance floor."

"Then let's find a more private place."

The wagging of his brows made her giggle but she gave a shake of her head. "Bixy, we're in the royal palace. Private places don't exist."

"I saw a private bathroom in the hallway," he smirked licentiously before dropping his head to press his lips to her ear. "Come on Baby. You look like a cupcake and I really need to taste the icing."

The sinful rasp to his voice in her ear made her eyes roll and her nipples pucker beneath the fabric of her gown. The strapless demi bra she'd chosen did very little to keep them contained or hidden. She was pretty sure the thin, cream colored panties she'd chosen were translucent by that point. The material already felt wet, clinging to her smooth nether region like a second skin. Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders as she tried to keep herself upright. His voice always made her knees weak but when he dropped it like that, deep, raspy and laced with sex itself, they gave out completely. "H-how about we…uh…head back to our hotel?"

"There's probably a lock on the door," he said before nipping the outershell of her ear with his teeth. "And I don't wanna wait."

She shivered at the touch, a small whimper making it past the choked air in her throat. She was so weak when it came to him. "T-two minutes," she stammered as she pulled away from him. "Meet me there in two minutes."

Rings of green sparked to life in his eyes before he gave a deep bow from the waist. "As you wish, My fair lady."

Her stomach flipped as she watched him walk away. Back stiff, head high and slow steps as though he wasn't running off for a secret rendezvous. Meanwhile, she was struggling to keep her feet planted and not break out into a dead run. Just a few words, a couple of simple touches and she had a fire raging between her thighs the likes that not even Natsu could create. I'll never get tired of that man… She took a deep breath and forced herself to slowly make her way towards the table. She saw the sideways look she got from her brother and grabbed the small clutch that matched her dress. "Excuse me," she smiled demurely. "But I must go powder my nose."

"Yeah," Gajeel smirked. "Your nose ain't the only damn thing getting powdered."

She simply batted her lashes and grinned as she turned to leave. A quick glance around told her he'd already vacated the room and no one was even looking her way. It was rather exhilarating, knowing where she was going. Knowing what she was going to do. It was like their first time together but different. Now she knew what she was getting, knew what to expect. She knew his touch by heart. Every kiss, every caress, the way he felt between her legs as he moved, the sound of his voice in her ears. And it made her pulse race more than it had up in that tree. She could practically feel her arousal dripping down her thighs as she glided towards the bathroom door. A couple passed her, heading back to the ballroom and she gave them a friendly smile.

She reached out for the doorknob but paused, her hand trembling with a case of last minute nerves. This wasn't the guild or the woods surrounding it. It was the royal palace. They could get into serious trouble if they were caught. She'd already had a tour of the jail cells once before. She didn't exactly relish the thought of going back there. A door opened further down the hall and she did a double take as a petite blunette stumbled out from behind it. The woman giggled and turned to smile at the pink haired man who followed behind. The couple kissed before making their way towards her, hand in hand. To anyone else, they simply looked like a couple out for a stroll but she knew better. A playful grin had taken up residence on Levy's lips. But it was the subtle way the blunette reached up and dabbed at the corner of her mouth that shouted what had happened in the room they'd come from. "Evening," Lucy quirked with raised brows.

The couple simply gave her a knowing smile as they passed and she gaped. Since when had she lost her sense of adventure, that sense of living on the edge that Team Natsu had instilled in her. Fuck that. If they can do it… She took a deep breath and gave the hallway one last glance. When it was confirmed the coast was clear, she reached for the door. Well here goes no- Her thoughts were cut off as the door was pulled out of her grasp and a hand closed around her wrist. A squeak of surprise echoed in the marble as she was jerked into the room. "Bic-" She was silenced as hard, demanding lips crashed upon hers and she found herself pinned against the now closed door. Her first instinct would have been to fight if it wasn't for those familiar hands, that wall of hard muscle that she'd memorized over and over, the breathtaking flavor of vanilla coffee and mint.

Any and all of the doubts or fears she'd had disappeared as her fingers found the solid wall of his chest. Calloused, strong fingers moved over her bare arms and shoulders, making her sigh into his mouth. The water works he'd initiated on the dance floor turned into a full on wall of water. She was pretty sure everyone in the ballroom heard the sploosh and were now equipped with waders. Caught between the hard door and the rock that was his body, desire gave way to an inferno of need. She pushed at the hideous jacket and his lips trailed, wet and hungry, down to her neck as he shrugged off the material. His large hands yanked at the top of her dress, the boning of the corset cracking and giving way to free her breasts. The heat of his mouth captured a pebbled peak and she cried out at the exquisite pinch of pressure that came as he suckled.

More. It's what she needed. She need more of him, to feel all of him against her, to feel him moving inside of her. Her back arched to push more of her breasts into his mouth as his tongue teased one and then the other. Teeth. Lips. Hands. They were everywhere on her exposed flesh and it wasn't enough. Her fingers pulled and yanked at the bowtie around his neck, freeing it so that she could get to the pearly buttons of his shirt. The first few came easy but the process wasn't going as fast as she wanted it to. She gripped the fabric and pulled, grinning at the satisfying sound of buttons hitting the tiled floor and smooth marmoreal walls.

"Someone's in a rush," he growled against her throat as he nipped his way up to her ear.

She slipped her fingers beneath his undershirt, humming at the warm flesh she found. "Have you met my husband?"

"Perhaps a time or two," he chuckled between licking and sucking at the fleshy part of her earlobe. "Think you can settle for me tonight?"

Lucy gasped as his fingers clamped onto her nipples and pulled, her back bowing against the door. "Only if you help me out of this wreck of a dress," she grinned. "And don't tell the Mister."

He pulled back to peer down at her, his tongue licking at his lips as though he was a wolf eyeing his prey. "Gods you have a beautiful soul."

The glow in his eyes held her captivated, his words making her heart skip a beat. He'd called her beautiful and her soul perfect the first time they'd truly spoken. Up on that ridge that night. Looking back, it was probably when he'd stolen her heart. "Then be my thief and steal me out of this fluffy mess."

"Gladly," he smirked before spinning her around to pin her front to the door. His fingers tug. And tug until he lets out a grunt of frustration. "There's gotta be a better way to get deal with all these fucking loops and hooks."

His hips pressed into her backside and she couldn't resist pushing back against him. Even through the layers of ruffles, she could feel his arousal tenting his pants. "Cut the damn thing off," she ground out between gritted teeth. "I don't care just get me out of this and fuck me."

"I love it when you talk dirty," Bickslow moaned as his lips came down to brush over her shoulder. "But I've got an idea."

Before she could ask what, he was pulling away and dragging her with him. She stumbled after him as he led her to the decorative table that was laden with Kleenex, lotions, perfumes and various cosmetic items. With just a swipe of his hands, he cleared one end of the table. "B-Bickslow!" She warned but he simply grinned and pulled her over to bend her over the edge. A gasp slipped out as her nipples made contact with the cold, alabaster surface. She tried to push herself up but he pinned her there with one hand as his other gathered the copious layers of organza.

"They've got tons of people to clean it up," he smirked. "Oh. Wow…even your panties have ruffles across the ass, how fucking cute."

She turned her head to peer back at him only to have layers of nearly sheer fabric slap her in the face. "They were a surprise for the hub-ahh fuck!" she moaned as his fingers pressed against her core through the fabric.

"I love how wet you get."

There was no response she could give, her mouth unable to form words as he pulled the fabric to the side and his tongue speared against her. Her vision went blurry as her eyes crossed. God, how she loved his tongue. And he did not disappoint as she felt that gloriously long muscle ripple against her, the tip grazing against the throbbing little bundle of nerves. The things he could do with that should be illegal if she didn't enjoy it so damn much. It lapped and teased her until her legs shook. His lips pulled cries of pleasure from her that echoed off the walls and only added to the arousal she felt seeping from her center. "Bixy," she moaned as her fingers clutched the edges of the table beneath her. "Please baby…"

She didn't have to finish her plea. His tongue speared into her, reaching depths that no one else's tongue could ever reach. His fingers dug into her flesh, holding her in place as he withdrew only to plunge in again. Over and over, setting a slow and steady pace that was torturous. It sparked every nerve ending in her body, making her tremble. And just when she didn't think she could handle it any more, he changed it to send her spiraling once more. His tongue withdrew only to flatten against her. It burned a path from her little pearl, over her hungry opening to finish with a flick over the sensitive rosebud of her ass. She slapped a hand over her mouth as her body jolted from the unexpected touch. But as if to add insult to injury, she felt glorious pressure at her virgin opening and she couldn't stop herself from pushing back. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as he entered her and she cried out his name behind her hand.

His tongue plunged into her over and over, driving her high. Muffled moans made it past the barrier of her palm as her teeth bit into the meaty flesh. Then his fingertips brushed over her core sending her higher only to raise the stakes when they joined the rhythm of his tongue. In and out, over and over again until she no longer cared if someone heard her. It was dirty, depraved and she was loving every second of it. Incoherent words and unintelligible thoughts fell from her lips until it was just a jumbled mass of sexual moans and cries. The cord inside of her, the one pulling her closer and closer to the cliff's edge, tightened around her. She felt it pulling her towards her demise and mesmerized, she went along with it. Pushing back against his thrusts, relishing the animalistic moans that vibrated against her. Just a little…just a little more… "Oh fuck Bix," She cried out as the pressure in her gut spread. "I…I'm gonna…gonna. I'm…"

Just a hum of approval vibrated against her and she was off like a rocket. Her fingers tightened on the table as every muscle in her body locked up for what seemed like an eternity before the damn broke. The world around her ceased to exist. The marble surface beneath her was no longer cold. The air in the room lost the chill it once had, feeling thick and heavy in her lungs despite the sudden weightlessness sensation. The only sound she could hear was the rushing of water and the pounding of her heart. She was so lost in the orbit he'd propelled her in that she missed the fact that he'd withdrawn and the sound of a zipper.

"Fuck I need to be inside of you."

His growled words barely registered before her body seized once more as he plunged his arousal into her. There was no adjusting, no savoring the feel of him stretching her. Any chance she might have had of coming down was lost when his fingers dug into her hair and wrenched her head back. Brutal, unforgiving, beastly. That's how he took her. His hips snapped repeated against her. Every forceful thrust made the table legs groan as her body was rocked into it. And still she begged for more. "Harder baby," she cried out. "Faster. Fuck me like you hate me."

His fingers tightened in her hair, lifting her torso from the table until she was pressed against him. "Open your eyes, Beautiful," he growled into her ear.

When she did as instructed, her voice died in her throat at the vision she saw. The images in the bathroom mirror couldn't be recreated by any pornographic movie. His hand on her hip dropped to hook under her thigh, lifting her leg to drive deeper inside of her. Her back bowed out from him, her full breasts pushed high above the lowered neckline of her dress with marks of passion marring her creamy flesh. Her nipples were puffy, swollen, begging for attention and it was surreal to watch her own hand coming up to play with them. Streaks of black mascara ran down her cheeks and her once perfectly pink painted lips were swollen from his kisses. His crimson eyes no longer the color of blood, that moss green glow dominating them. His dress shirt was pushed back, hanging loose down his back while his undershirt was pushed high to reveal every movement of his rippled abs. The cheeks of his ass hallowed as the muscles tightened with every thrust. They looked…fucking hot.

"You're so fucking tight," he moaned against her ear as his eyes locked with hers in their reflection. "I don't…fuck! I'm so close already."

Watching him sliding in and out of her, hearing his moans in her ears, feeling him enter her over and over again. It was a heady mixture, dominating all of her senses. The way he was dominating her body. "Do it Bixy," she pleaded. "Cum for me."

"But…"

She knew what he was going to say and cut him off by reaching back with her free hand to pull him into her harder. "I want it, Baby. All of you inside of me."

The roar he let loose was felt in every cell of her body and his hands tightened. It drove her absolutely insane when he made that sound. She cried out as his efforts doubled. Her eyes struggled to stay open, not wanting to miss a single image. But the overwhelming flood of sensations won out as she approached that precipice again. Feeling him swelling inside let her know that she wasn't going alone. She was counting on that being what pulled her over the edge. And he didn't disappoint. He yanked her onto him as her name cried out from his lips. She felt the first eruption inside of her and it set off the dynamite inside of her. Stars exploded behind her clenched eyelids and once again she found herself being propelled back into space.

"Thank you Cancer," Lucy smiled in the reflection of her spirit in the mirror. That brilliant crab man had flawlessly restored her makeup and hair. The same could not be said for her husband's shirt. They hadn't been able to find all of the buttons for Virgo to fix it. So, it was decided he had no choice but to return with an open shirt. She wasn't complaining though and neither was he. It was a far better fate given the ghastly article of clothing. Her dress held up and would do until the time to leave came but the cracked boning dug into her despite the tape job Virgo had managed.

"You're very welcome as always, Ebi," Her Spirit grinned before disappearing back through his gate.

She turned around and leaned against the vanity to watch as Bickslow set the last of the bottles back on the table. They'd made quite the mess and she was still afraid to see what await them outside the door. She was pretty sure even the dead had clearly heard them in all the noise they had made. If she listened close, she could swear she still heard their moans echoing off of the walls. How in the hell had she gotten so damn lucky? She had this amazing man who rocked her world in every sense of the word. He was sexy, beautiful, caring, loving, supportive, encouraging, sexy. Wait, I said sexy. I think. God he's fucking beautiful.

"You know," he broke into her thoughts as he stood. "You keep looking at me like that and we're never getting out of here."

"Does that mean I can get you naked again?" She grinned.

His head fell back as laughter erupted from between his wide lips. "And they call me a pervert," he grinned as he made his way over.

"Mmm," she hummed as she leaned up to wrap her lips around his lascivious tongue that lolled out of his mouth. His brows shot up as she sucked it into her mouth the way she would his member. "I did learn from the best."

His hands stole down to her ruffle covered ass and pulled her against him with a moan. "Yes, yes you did." He gave her the gentle smile he reserved for only her. "Now let's get back out there before they send out a search party."

Pretty sure they already know where we're at. She reached up and straightened his craptastic lapel, her fingers smoothing the fabulous polyester fabric. It was beyond atrocious but even he managed to wear it well. Her head tilted and she gave him a bright smile. "Make love to me when we get back to the hotel?"

"Well that might be a little difficult," he smiled as his head dipped to brush his lips against hers. "I had plans to do just that to my amazing wife. I got wind that she was wearing the cutest pair of fluffy panties."

I know. Leave it to me to take the word fluffy and turn it into full on smut. Told you, it's Bixy's fault! LOL.

Hopefully you enjoyed my rendition of the word hehehe.

If you're curious as to what their outfits look like:

Lucy:

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Laxus:

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Song they were dancing to:

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Tomorrow is the final day It is Space.

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Big hugs,

Princess Nana