Hiro Mashima is the amazing creator of FT. The plot is mine, enjoy Readers J.
After summoning Cancer to dry Lucy's hair, she walks out of the female changing rooms, happy that her muscles have gotten a good workout.
"Luce! We're back!" A pink hired figure seems to come out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around the blonde and lifting her into the air. Natsu squeezes her tightly, unaware that he is making her struggle for breath as the blue exceed flies above them happily munching on fish. "Natsu, put Lucy down, we don't want you to hug her to death." Lisanna laughs placing a hand on Natsu's shoulder. Instantly, Natsu lets go of Lucy, flashing her his famous toothy grin.
"Idiot." Grey mutters under his breathe with his hands deep in his jean pockets as Juvia stands next to him, literally melting at the sight of her beloved Grey without a shirt on. "What was that ice princess?" Fire erupts into Natsu's hands as he glares at Grey. "You heard flame brain."
As, once again, the two mages begin fighting each other, Lisanna wraps her arms around Lucy, squeezing her tightly. "You would never believe that they were actually well behaved on the mission… well, well behaved for them at least." The two mages giggle, watching their teammates throwing punches at each other and rolling their eyes as Happy flies overhead, being a cheerleader to Natsu and using fish as pompoms. Lucy excitedly grabs the Takeover mages hand with a big smile stretched across her face. "You and Juvia will have to tell me everything that happened!" A small blush reaches Lisanna's cheeks as she giggles.
"What?!"
The fun is short-lived as Laxus' voice booms across the guild hall. He is by the bar with a request flier on his hand and a rather annoyed look on his face.
"I'm sorry Laxus but the request specifically asks for two people. Even though you are one of them, you need the other person too." Mirajane holds her hands on her hips with a small smile on her face and a mischievous glint in her eyes. "This is bullshit! I can do it myself." "That's not what the request is asking." Mirajane sings.
"Juvia wonders who is meant to go with Laxus-san?" Juvia says whilst appearing in between the girls. Lisanna starts listing possible members of the guild but Lucy can't seem to pay attention to her friend. Her eyes are focused directly on Laxus. She watches the way his muscles constrict in his jaw and how big his arms are when they are crossed over his chest like that. And that stare! Oh how Lucy loves that stare he does… All she wants to do is run up towards Laxus and push her body against his hard chest and-Wait, what?
Lucy mentally shakes herself away from sure thoughts. He's my friend, nothing more. Friend.
"Fine." Laxus mutters, slamming the flier down on the polished wood of the bar before turning on his heel and walking towards the three girls. The fighting Natsu and Grey, unaware of what is happening around them, get closer to the lightning mage. Never taking his eyes off Lucy, Laxus smashes their heads together before throwing them out of his way. "We're going on a month-long mission." Before giving her a chance to react, Laxus pulls the mage close to his bodily letting his lightning surround them and teleport them in front of his house.
Breathing heavily, Lucy locks eyes with Laxus, feeling the heat from his body and the intense look in his eyes. Both of the seem to unconsciously move closer to each other, their eyes darkening.
Shaking himself, Laxus pushes Lucy away and walks towards his house, attempting to understand his sudden loss of control. He slams the door shut behind him, leaving Lucy dumbfounded. Taking deep breathes, Laxus regains his compulsory wondering why an immense need fills his very soul whenever he touches the blonde celestial mage. "Sure, storm off in your house. Not like you just took me here without asking or anything." Lucy mutters under her breath angrily as she summons Virgo to pack for her.
The Master watches the place where his grandson and Lucy were just standing in his guild before downing the remains of his mead. Mavis smiles and raise her eyebrows at him. Shrugging, Makarov drinks another. "Maybe they can have the good side of the prophecy. Think of how cute my great-grandchildren will be!" His laughter fills the guild as they continue to be confused with the events that have just occurred whilst Mira sings about weddings.