Chapter 8 – Wanting
Second story, second window on the left.
Laxus looked down to the street below as he grabbed for the window. Everyone one was going about their business, only giving him a passing glance. Two men on the river even waved to him.
"The fuck.."
Was the neighborhood that use to seeing people climb through Blondies window?
Laxus shook his head, and returned his attention to the tall window in front of him, slightly ajar. The wind had pulled a single pink curtain out of the opening; he grabbed it and pushed it aside as he climbed into the building.
Once he was in he gave a curious look around. It was actually quite a spacious studio apartment. No wonder the girls at the Guild always gushed about it. He was standing right near the end of her plush bed, white covers made, nice and neat.
Taking a step forward he stopped and looked down. On the floor in front of him, a trail of clothes. A white crumpled up shirt laid at his feet. A few paces away a skirt, the trail curved then and her thigh high's laid one after the other right in front of her dresser.
Laxus walked toward the curtain where the last two pieces laid, silky black and cream colored panties and a bra discarded. He could hear the bath running, hot air coming out from between the curtains edges. Laxus couldn't help the grin that spread across his features.
He moved to grab the curtain, pausing as he heard her enter the baths waters.
"Ahhhh yes this is perfect," He heard her sigh out.
Think about this for a moment idiot…
Letting his hand fall to his side he moved over to the wall next to the curtain, leaning his back against it, his head bowed.
Come on Laxus, this isn't some chick you met at the bar. You're gonna walk in and what? For pities sake you already found out that you were the girls first kiss. Now your gonna walk in and fuck her in her washroom?
With a quite sigh Laxus brought his head up leaning it against the wall. Looking over at the curtain to his side, little streams of steam were floating through the gaps.
She's a guild mate. She's a guild mate and she has never been with a man. All you want is a fuck right? You can get that any where…
Laxus knew that was true enough, but still he did not move. The girl had been on his mind non-stop since that day in the storage room. His eyes followed her whenever he saw her at the guild. At night as he laid in bed, he replayed images of her in his head.
It wasn't love. No fucking way, not by a long shot. It was a crush though, he would admit that. That tight little curvy body of hers, the sounds she makes… She wasn't normally the kinda girl he ended up with. At the bar he always attracted the more experienced women, the ones that chased mages, or the women who liked the bad boy look he had going.
The kinda women that usually ended up in his bed were fun, dark, and knew what they wanted and how to get it. Cheerleader was completely different though. She was light, giggly, and completely pure as newly fallen snow. No matter how she reacted to my touches, I have to remember that.
Girls like her had ideas in their head about what their first times would be like, Prince charming on a white horse and shit like that. Staring into each other's eyes as the prince slowly and gently made love to her… Nothing is gently about me. I almost fucked her against a god damn wall in the middle of a deserted street for fucks sake, while she was drunk no less.
Yeah, he wasn't a fucking prince that was for sure.
Mind made up, Laxus cast one last glance at the curtain as he got ready to leave.
"Ah!" The tiniest of moans issued out from behind the curtain.
Laxus eyes widened, and his entire body froze as if Evergreen had turned him to stone. It was a whisper of a moan, but to Laxus, with his dragons hearing, it was like she was standing right next to him. Every other sense of his was blind and dimmed at this point, all his attention peeked and focused on listening to the female mage in the next room.
"Oh yes. Mmmm." This moan was louder, he could hear the water of her bath splashing slightly at her movements. An Image of her naked in the warm bath, flashing through his head.
It was like the temperature of his body had risen 10 degrees in those few seconds. Laxus was hot, sweat starting to bead on his neck. He clenched his fists at his side.
Is this fucking happening right now?
He could hear her panting heavily; hear the water lapping against the baths walls. Quite as a mouse Laxus stood there as the celestial mage touched herself on the other side of the wall. Silently he stood, but inside he was screaming.
Why the fuck does she DO this to me?! Every fucking time I try to do the right god damn thing, she pulls something like this! I need to get out of here!
Laxus shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and again made up his mind for the second time that day to leave.
"Ahhhh yes, mmmm Laxus I want it."
And with that it was done. There was no turning back at this point. He should have left when he first heard her moan. He should have left when he had first reached for the curtain. No, he should have never fucking come here. Too late now…
He reached a hand to adjust his hard member that was uncomfortably straining against the front of his pants. His touch sent shocks of muted pleasure through his body as Lucy let out another frantic moan just then. He rubbed at himself through the fabric. His head bowing as he listened to the mage in the next room work her-self to a climax.
30 minutes later...
Lucy was toweling her damp hair dry as she went to pull aside the curtain. Her blond locks had ended up getting wet even though she had put her hair up, from her play time in the bath with herself. Dressed in a loose shirt that hung down over one shoulder, the hem stopping just above her belly button, and a pair of blue and white striped panties, her hand grasped the side of the curtain.
Her body tired, and muscles all loose, she pulled the curtain aside ready for a nap.
She took one step into the main room before stopping in her tracks with a gasp.
"Laxus…"
The Thunder God that had just been the subject of her bath time fantasies sat hunched over on the edge of her bed. His tall frame even bigger then she remembered. He looked up at her slowly. His blue eyes traveled up and down her body before meeting her own brown eyes.
His eyes were hard. There was no playful teasing glint in them this time, none of that cocky smirking raised eyebrow of his. No his eyes were hard as ice. Lucy glanced away from his gaze at her open window.
"Don't any of you slayers know how to use a freaking door?" She had meant it to come out angry and annoyed. But it was more of a whisper, a whimper really.
How much did he hear? She looked back to the tall dirty blond man that sat hunched on her bed. Shyly, meeting his gaze.
He straightened up from his hunched sitting position, moving one hand back behind him and bracing himself as he leaned back.
"Come here."
His voice was soft, deep, and rough….
Lucy stood where she was shocked. For once not a thought was in her head, all she had was has pure feelings running through her mind and body. Scared, but wanting. Low in her belly a warm knot formed. She felt hot, and needing. But she couldn't move. This wasn't a man in front of her, this was a Dragon. A dangerous beast.
"I said come here."
His voice had the slightest of edges to it this time; his hard stormy blue eyes were still on her, unwavering.
Lucy took one step, then another, and another. And she was in front of him, in between his long legs, she stood there, her eyes averted.
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Ugh I'm such a jerk leaving a cliff hanger like this. Oh well!