Directions and Hibernation
Laxus was lost, in knee deep snow, somewhere in the Waas forest. His mind kept drifting back to twelve hours prior and being balls deep in his sexy little blonde, in her toasty warm apartment, her screaming his name. This was most likely the reason he was lost. He never had a great sense of direction, but this unknown force kept pulling him in the direction of Magnolia. He had been vacillating between horny and angry all morning. He was livid when Freed had called him the night before with an emergency mission to find some debutante who ran away from home.
It wouldn't have been an emergency except for the fact a massive blizzard had hit about the same time she escaped to meet her lover. He had received a call an hour ago that the pair had been found nearly frozen in a cave about 10 miles west of his current position, but the blizzard and his wandering mind threw the dragon slayer way off track. He had instructed his team to finish handling the situation when an unknown force started pulling him away. All he wanted was to curl up with his blonde minx and sleep till spring.
He had known for years she was his mate, his better half, his moral and physical compass. His shaft only pointed for her. It had been at least three years since he had partaken in any sexual relationship with another female, but that didn't stop the rumors of his playboy ways to keep spreading. He should have said something to he a long time ago, but, against his better judgement, he wanted her to feel her freedom and sow her own wild oats. He could tell she had from days when strong, unfamiliar cologne wafter from her body, but they were few and far between. This last breakup of hers, paired with massive amounts of alcohol, finally gave him the courage to go after her. He really needed to tell her about the temporary mating mark on her shoulder and make sure she felt the same way too before the true mark could be set.
Another snow drift, another clearing, another thick copes of trees, and the draw to her, he realized, was a stronger navigation tool than the North Star. She was his Polaris. He knew if he kept following this imaginary string, it would lead to her door.
It was about 9:00PM when he reached the outskirts of Magnolia. He had been too wet to teleport from the start of this mission, and it had been too dangerous while the blizzard had been blowing through. He was starving, half frozen, and dead tired. He kept chanting the only mantra that could keep him going. "One more step to my Star." His Frankenstein's Monsteresque stride parted the throngs of children playing and townsfolk marveling at the blanket of snow covering the bustling town. He heard street vendors selling hot cocoa and roasted chestnuts, but he was only interested in the cozy warm apartment of his mate.
He trudged up the stairs to the hallway and then to her door. He raised his had to knock, but collapsed onto the solid wooden structure...