Note:

Flashbacks and thoughts in italics

I do not condone or encourage any behaviours in this story. It is simply a fictional story.

"Butterfly Effect"

CHAPTER 15

Feeling Good

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Loke is still wracking his brain on what had occurred between them that night in the woods. Sure, sex happened. That he knows. Yet there were things he had no answers for. Like how in the hell it followed into his life, haunted his fantasies and had his mouth watering for her every minute of the day. It had baffled him to the verge of towing his ass to this mission that Juvia had taken. If he tried to describe the feeling, it was akin to the excitement of finding one's soul mate or unadulterated lust. The best he could come up with was that he had to approach her on the matter one way or the other.

But by the time he chose a course of action, she had dropped off the face of the earth like a UFO, and nobody will charge him for counting down the days, longing to lay eyes on her again. This was a test of his patience. Committed to his decisions many moons ago, his patience had worn thin like the gauze he had bought to apply on her cut. He needed to unravel. Therefore, he had ought to hunt her down. He doesn't know how she would respond. But come on. Won't she be interested in comprehending what had come about? Shouldn't she be doing the same? There was a tiny chance she was getting this greedy thirst like he had. And now, his hope was rousing.

It was dim. The kiss was dewy, about to get messier. Loke lifted her skirt, his eager fingers crawling their way to her seeping pussy careful not to waste a single second, satisfied with how her legs quivered and shook under his ministrations. His thumb pressed into her excited clit. There were flutters in her belly the instant his thumb glided down the length of her clit, up and down, and up and down. She wasn't immune to his charm. She finally comes to terms with the fact that she has a female body vulnerable to this man in front of her. When it comes down to it, he seemed to know where to take his fingers and when. Glistening drops squirt out of her as his jerking digits slid deeper inside her, reaching onto slam one particularly inviting spot. If it weren't for his other hand squeezing her hips so tight that Juvia could imagine the angry red marks left in its wake, she would've landed butt-first onto the pea gravel.

The dogwood on the side had the back alley dotted with rosy romance. The pair was in the gaudier part of the town, wrapped cars pulling up beside the expanse of buildings with glinting shop signs and billboards attached to the front, business stirring. Loke was to be bandaging a small cut on Juvia's shin. He only had to lift her skirt a little, whereas now, he had undone the buttons of her trench coat, almost torn the checkered midi, and yanked her bra down so that her breasts came springing out. "That was reckless." She said with half-lidded eyes, delirious and breathless.

His hands cup her flushed face, staring into her eyes like he is fascinated by them. Once they had gotten distracted by each other, any semblance of control was lost on the way. Her hands had found his body in record time, peeling off that tight sweatshirt that hugged his pecs before his squeezing embrace prevented her from doing so. He grabs her waist, pinching at the junction like he caught her doing something naughty. However, she was hell-bent on her duty: stripping him bare, as naked as he had gotten her.

Seriously, when had she become like this—turned into a woman desperate for touch, not anyone's but his? She is surprised at herself, opting to blame Loke Regulus for the myriad of sensations he is making her feel. She says in her head over and over again: if anything, it is all his fault.

Loke was claiming not a minute ago about how he would do her so good that before he finishes—he'll make sure what transpired here is imprinted into her memory. Well, he was not lying. True to his word, Juvia is assured that she may never be able to wipe this out of her mind for days, or maybe—unfortunately for her poor touch-starved soul—forever. He raved to her about wanting to do this so badly and how direly he wished their first time had been with them both conscious and not dazed.

They had to stop before a secluded path leading to a tunnel for bandaging her cut. The tunnel ran under buildings and would get them to the bus station in an hour. They had to wash first and then dab a very green concoction Loke had just brought from a med store before covering the skin. Now, look what had ensued. Although there wasn't a need—she had denied left and right—he had taken the initiative to drag her here to take care of that minor cut. He had wanted to, and he was doing it—not anymore. "But we made it." He looks at her swollen lips, but his attention suddenly shifts to her finger, tracing the zip of his pants, panting.

Small puddles stretched out here and there, purple gleams reflecting their smoked shadows. The buildings were traditional, with strings of flowers that singed puce inside hanging from them. Juvia squeaks when Loke pats her ass. He kneads the supple flesh, holding her up against him for her to wrap her legs tight around his upper frame. "You've been living in my head rent-free. You wouldn't get lost. I couldn't stop thinking about you." His gruff voice sent a pulse between her thighs. She dripped like honey.

Me neither. Juvia wanted to say.

She misses his digits immediately when he takes them out of her folds, soaked in her arousal. Copper fringes flip over the side of his jaws when he cocks his head at her. He grins, biting his lip when he pokes his middle finger to her centre, feeling the twitch of her pussy as she clenches around nothing. Her chest and features burned, glowing in sweat from the fire that was him. This is too much. Even though she wasn't ready to admit she was embarrassed, it wouldn't be necessary.

Gosh! How much she wished she could hide behind a pillow! But at the same time, she loves what is happening right now. He's the end of her. At once, she feels his manhood press into her naked pussy. They pushed against his pants, the only thing preventing his cock from sinking into her trickling heat.

She is rapidly relieved at the information that Loke's just as turned on hard as a piece of rock. Juvia smirked, groping him there, making him roll his eye into the back of his head, catch his breath and her wrist. He drags her hand back to his chest, where she plays with his chest daringly. He throws her a smouldering look, shaking his head in warning, "If you're gonna move your hands like that, we might never get to the bus station in a century." He nuzzles into her neck, lapping at the skin before he nips to make her clasp her ankles tighter around him, afraid she might slip from his hold in the moment of rapture.

"Can you blame me after what you did to me?" A slight smile tilts his face at Juvia's pout, tugging at his pants. "I want you. Now." Hands tightening around her waist, he is taken aback by her open declaration. She gasped into his kiss, moaning when he told her how, then and there, he could take her. Against the walls in the open air where anyone could stumble upon and watch it. The thought of such a scene sears into her sanity, and she tenses. Overwhelmed by saturated sensations, her mouth goes dry. Sensing her hesitation and nerves, Loke draws back, stooping to collect her discarded clothes. His palm hits the brick next to the right of her red front, pulling her attention back to him: "Shh. Don't get worked up." He cooed, pushing the clothes against her chest. "We're not doing it here. And we haven't brought condoms."

"You went to the med store." Shrugging, she reminds him.

"I did not expect things to get this heated!" He throws his hand up in the air with a huff. "I promise, from now on, I'll have condoms with me every time I see you."

"Wha—" Flustered at his innuendo, she's at a loss for words but cannot tell him to not take it with him. Condoms are for protection, and protection is the priority. So, by that logic, it's a good thing for him to have condoms with him every time he sees her—that means he's expecting to fuck her each time he—the audacity of this idiot to say that to her face! "Shameless."

After buttoning up his shirt, she watched him mosey to the opening of the winding stone tunnel. "You gonna stay there like that? I thought you didn't want to continue." Turning his body, he swung his arms blithely as he walked backwards, facing her. "I'm still hard because of you! Put your clothes on, and please stop torturing me with your naked boobs." She feels his shameless gaze drinking up her form, suddenly becoming alerted of her state of undress. Juvia scrabbles to put her clothes back in order, briskly shimmying her panties up her hips and fishing about the miscellany for her bra.

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They were informed that since the Mayor was not feeling well, the deputy mayor awaited them in the hall to communicate with them. Arrangements for the Fairy Tail wizards have been made sub rosa. The place is cloaked in aureate drapes and tiles to the murals of summer deities, suggestive of some halcyon hour stolen away from history. Moreover, the area looked like a cathedral, disparate from the one in Magnolia Town, structurally and impressively. In the middle of the sea of tiles rested a massive desk stacked with hardcover books, ink quills and bundles of charts. Loke raised an eyebrow when the guy crooked about the desk, putting a hand over his mouth to muffle his yawn. He is fresh-faced, besuited, apparently about their age, and too young for the job.

The guy intuited tout de suite, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle. "I'm not the deputy mayor. It's his younger daughter's wedding today. So I'm the one assisting you in his stead." He appeared to have trouble taking his eyes off the clock pinned above their heads diametrical to him. Crossing his arms, he leaned back on his seat. "You can ask me anything. Gramps—ahem, Mayor had directed me to provide you with whatever you want."

While they hand over the blueprints and discuss the mission, a servant enters the room with teacups and a large plate of brownies. In the meantime, they dug deeper into disputes in the state and its consequences. It had only been after some time, taking a sip from his cold tea, Loke decided to bring it up. He shifts in his seat, hunching to place his cheek on folded hands. "Are there any love hotels nearby?" The question has Juvia choking on her drink. He dodges the hand reaching to his mouth to make him shut up. Then lets his guard down once she settles back to the chair with a magazine braced before her face to completely cover it, although the damage is done. Loke can't help but snicker, recalling her claret-red and award-winning expression.

The guy's thick eyebrows fly to the trim of his bangs. They cannot count the fireworks of emotions sparking off over his profile on the hand. Then he chortles knowingly, his slow stare flittering from Loke to his partner. "Oh. Let's see." He beams, a twinkle shooting away in his iris. "I'll find you a good one." They don't even know when it'd be possible once they get back to Magnolia, and this was the perfect chance for one steamy adventure.

Author's Note:

✩Feeling Good✩ by Nina Simone.