Snowflake

Lucy was, for the first time ever, at a loss for words. She could feel his cold hands on her face and his hot whiskey scented breath heating her lips. Words formed in her brain but only an impatient whine made it to her vocal chords and out of her mouth.

Laxus' lips descended on to Lucy's as they both gave into the unacknowledged lust that had been swarming between them for years. If this was a dream, then Lucy was going to thoroughly enjoy it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She had forgotten to tie her robe earlier so her naked flesh was pressed up against his purple silk shirt, her nipples hardening at the contact with the cool fabric. Laxus grabbed her tight rear and sought the closest wall to help gain some balance lost from his partially inebriated state. He pressed Lucy against the cool painted bricks of the wall, right under the still open window he used as his entry, the small side table that usually sat there

was still in it's toppled over state from said entry. Neither party paid it any mind.

As a cold breeze blew in on the new lovers, Lucy ripped open the silk shirt, shooting tiny purple buttons in every direction. Laxus kneaded her backside with one hand as he saught his belt buckle with the other. He felt a warm tongue circling his nipple, following the outline of his tattoo, and realized he had never been so painfully hard in his life. He knew there should be foreplay and gentle caresses, but the second he freed his manhood from their black leather confines was when Lucy bit down on his nipple. He was a goner and involuntarily thrust up into her perfectly positioned waiting heat. They both stilled let out a contented sigh. Lucy didn't seem to mind the premature intrusion, and from the heady smell of her arousal, she seemed to enjoy it.

Lucy was quite surprised at how quickly they had gotten down to business, and was relieved that he game her a moment to adjust to his massive size. She rested her head back on the windowsill and looked up at the night sky. She saw the clouds drawing closed, like a curtain, over her beloved stars, as little snowflakes began flitting down from the heavens. She kept her head in place as she rolled her hips to see how much she had adjusted to his girth, this action shooting the most pleasurable electric shocks throughout her body.

Lucy's hip roll broke Laxus out of the contented trance he was in. He felt his lightning magic awaken and, in an uncontrollable jolt, leave his body and enter her where they were connected. He was about to start panicking, but he heard the most erotic moan escape her lips. She was feeling pleasure from his magic. It wasn't hurting her. "Fuck Blondie, you are into some real kinky shit here. I like it!" Laxus began to thrust into her at a more stable and rapid pace now.

"Shut up Sparky, and do it again!" Lucy moaned out again as she felt the shocks enter her again, and spread out through her entire body.

The last thing she remembered from that night was the snow falling over her face, neck, and breasts as the most mind and body shattering orgasam ripped through her, all caused by the Dragon's lightning.