Alone and Rumor
Sorry this is a bit late. We had to finish up Christmas shopping yesterday so my posting schedule is a bit askew.
Lucy woke up to a cold bed the next morning. Her muscles and head ached and she felt like she had been a waveryn's chew toy. The pervious night was kind of a blur. She remembered the intercourse, well the first round at least, and hazy delicious glimpses of them banging on almost every surface of her cozy apartment. Lucy sighed. Of course she woke up alone, it was Laxus, the rumored steadfast bachelor and womanizer. A tear ran down her cheek. She had thought that what they had been flirting around for years had finally surfaced, but she guesses she was kidding herself. "Like he'd really be interested in me.
Lucy found her robe draped over the foot of her bed. She gingerly stood up out of bed and put it on. "Well, guess I need to start fire then take a look at last night's battle scars. I think that damn fool mauled me." She made her way to the stove and started a roaring fire, as well as putting a kettle on for tea, then made the short trek to her bathroom to see the state she was in.
The bottle of wine and half eaten strawberry were still sitting on the little table by the tub. She was surprised she had downed almost three quarters of the bottle. Laughing to herself at her foolishness it was now time to face the music. She turned to face the bathroom mirror and stripped out of her robe. Lucy nearly fainted at the sight. She was covered in bruises, scratches and bite marks, the most prominent one being a very large, deep, and angry bite on her shoulder. She sighed and turned on her shower. "No use crying over spilled milk. No time like the present to start my day."
After a quick shower and throwing on a comfortable fuzzy yellow jumper, black leggings, and grey wool socks, Lucy made herself a cup of tea and decided to no take stock of the disastrous state of her apartment.
Not feeling up to facing anyone, especially the dragonsalyers' noses, she went about setting her apartment right again. A little wallowing and a lot of cleaning was allowed in her opinion, and she did feel a bit better as she righted the last chair that had toppled over. She surveyed her now clean apartment, satisfied with her work, and decided a bit of light reading and a pint of rum raisin ice cream would be the perfect cure for the lingering loneliness still present in her soul. The only thing she missed in her cleaning spree was a little note that had blown under her bed, from Laxus...