Hello my lovlies! Here is the third part of day five (the one y'll have been waiting for).
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Laxus' home was very…bare.

The apartment building was nice and all his belongings seemed to be of good quality, but there was barely anything there that suggested someone actually lived in this place. It was spotless, a far cry from Natsu's trash-strewn hovel she'd tripped through earlier that afternoon. For a brief moment Lucy wondered if maybe everything had been shoved in a closet or something. However, the thin layer of dust that seemed to coat some of the furniture suggested that he simply didn't make a mess rather than invested any time and effort in cleaning.

The whole place seemed to be a physical representation of him, or at least what she thought he was like before this past week. It was cool and functional and impersonal, much like the lightning slayer. However, she knew now that he was very different from that persona he masqueraded before the guild. Lucy smiled and instantly started decorating in her head.

"Where do you think you're going?" Laxus growled at her as she stepped forward into his home, her shoes muffled against a plain black area rug.

"I…uh...inside?" Lucy asked rather than answered.

"No shoes," he said, glancing down at her heels.

Lucy blushed and quickly apologized under her breath, bending down to remove her shoes. She placed them neatly next to each other beside his own shoes before standing, and turning to enter the living room.

That explains why this place is so tidy. She'd never thought he'd be such a stickler for house-etiquette.

A cough behind her caught her attention and she turned to see Laxus with a smirk on his face. She knew that smirk.

"I'm afraid there are no dresses allowed either," he said, barely keeping a straight face as Lucy opened her mouth in outrage.

"E-excuse me!" she burst indignantly, her face nearing the shade of her dress.

Laxus chuckled deeply and stepped closer to her, nipping her ear playfully.

"Your week isn't up, missy. I'm still in charge," he said, his voice rumbling in his chest.

Lucy smiled through her blush. So that was how he was going to play, huh?

"Very well, master," she purred, easily slipping the straps of her dress down and letting the crimson fabric pool at her feet like a puddle of blood.

Laxus eyed her hungrily, his stormy gaze raving her curvy body. He never got tired of looking at her, and already he could feel his heart pumping blood furiously to…other regions. However, his eyes could never stray from hers for too long, that sweet gaze calling him in like a siren. Those eyes smoldered at him, burning right through his skin and down to the bone. He felt exposed in front of her, despite the fact he was still fully dressed. Perhaps it was because she knew him in a way even his partners in the Raijinshuu didn't. Or maybe it was just because she was really fucking sexy.

His self-restraint snapped, his game of cat and mouse coming to a premature end as he shoved her against the wall and captured her lips in his own. The gentle man from earlier was lost in a flurry of passion as his tongue forced her mouth open and he swallowed her moans whole. Lucy's hands wound around his neck, trying to pull him closer as if it were physically possible. His rough hands found a place at her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

After years of frantic kisses he pulled back, breathing heavily.

"Do you want something to drink? Coffee, tea…" he asked, as if manners had any place in his life right now.

"Not even almost," Lucy said, pressing her lips back against his.

He scooped her up in his arms; at least his bulky muscles were good for something. Lucy squeaked unbecomingly as he lifted her up, her hands still wound behind his head. She giggled as he swiftly carried her into what she assumed was his bedroom and plopped her on the bed. By the time she gained her bearing and looked up at him he had already removed his tie and was holding it in his hands.

He smirked down at the fabric before turning his predatory gaze to her. A not unpleasant chill ran down her spine at the look and she felt her core throb. The air was cool against her bare skin, but right then she felt hot.

What are you doing to me, Laxus Dreyar?

"Lay back on the pillows," he ordered, barely composing himself enough to not grin wildly.

Lucy obeyed, setting her head gracefully on one of his pillows. She kept her eyes trained on the dragon slayer, curious where this was going.

"Put your hands up," he said, shifting himself so that he was straddled over her.

She raised her hands so they rested against the wooden backboard of his bed. Without hesitation, he took one hand and tied it to the wood on one side with his tie, repeating the action on the other side using his belt until her arms were spread like she was trying to give him a hug or do the YMCA. His eyes flashed mischievously as he worked, and Lucy could tell he was having way too much fun with this.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a light laugh. This was definitely kinkier than she was used to.

"If you ever want me to stop, your word is my command. Until then, you're under my full control." His voice was teasing her, and she almost wanted to mock him in defiance, but (don't tell anyone) she found she rather liked this game. A lot. He bent down to kiss her deeply before pulling back and eyeing her face for agreement.

"Yes, sir," she said, completely unsarcastically for once and Laxus felt a throb of desire pulse through him.

When he finished tying her up, he sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork. Lucy's torso was propped up by his pillows, her chest rising and falling heavily with each labored breath. The only light came from a lamp across the room which cast a yellow glow on her pale skin. He continued downward, admiring the curve of her hip and her full thighs he could just bite into. Her legs weren't particularly long, but damn were they perfect. Her eyes were still the jewels in the royal crown that was her body, windows to the beautiful soul that lay beneath. Laxus felt overwhelmed as those eyes looked at him, full of trust, delight, excitement, and maybe lov…

No, it was still too early for that.

He pushed the thought from his mind and pressed a finger against her jaw, dragging it all the way down to her chin. Her skin was so soft and smooth and clear; the skin of a high-born for sure. He trailed his finger down her exposed throat, feeling each bone of her neck underneath. The dragon part of him savored her submission like this, exposing herself in such a primal way to him. Her neck felt fragile to his powerful hands, but he knew it was an illusion. She was strong, no matter how dainty and high-born she might appear, and that made the submission all the more satisfying.

His finger traced down her collarbone and directly down the center of her chest, in between her soft mounds. He glided steadily down, drawing small circles across her skin. His eyes were focused entirely on his hand as he touched her, and the teasing motions made Lucy shiver. She could feel a blazing hot path left behind from where he'd touched her, and she wanted more.

But Laxus was content to just run his finger down more and more, past her belly-button and over to her protruding hip bone. He scratched over the skin with his nail and Lucy nearly moaned, but he kept going, completely ignoring her dripping core in favor of tracing down her trembling thighs. She had to bite her lip to keep from begging him to relieve her (like she would ever beg) as he continued down and down her leg, all the way to her pink-painted toes. His fingernail scraped over the top of her foot, making her giggle slightly at the tickling sensation.

Then he looked up at her, meeting her probing, curious eyes as he took one toe in between his fingers and electrocuted her. Lightly, of course, but enough for her to gasp and wiggle in surprise.

"Oh sweet Mavis!" Lucy exclaimed, shocked in multiple ways, and Laxus actually laughed.

It was a strange feeling, too fast to be distinctly painful and it left her tingling down to the bone. It was like she could feel the spark trapped inside of her, shooting up and down her nerves. Everything heightened, all the colors and sounds magnified by her elated state, and before she knew it, a second shock landed on the center of her foot.

That time she was more aware of the pain and her foot jolted back instinctively, but the literal after-shock left her almost moaning. It was like an itch, and for some god-forsaken reason she wanted more of it.

Laxus, still fully dressed, looked down at his lovely prey. He could see the adrenaline pumping behind her wide eyes and smell her excitement. His own arousal strained against his pants, but he was in no rush. He intended to draw this out as long as he could until she was begging him.

He grinned conspiratorially as he sent a shock through both of her ankles, making her squirm enticingly. Her cheeks flushed as he smelled another wave of arousal crash over her. He eyed her dripping core greedily. A part of him wanted to just abandon this and eat her whole, but this was too much fun to abandon quite yet.

He ran his hands over her shins, lightly streaming electricity into her skin. She felt like she was on fire, but just as soon it was gone and his rough hands massaged her calves. She breathed heavily as her blood rushed through her veins audibly. Her body felt like it was charging up, tingling all over so that each touch was a burst of sensation.

His hand continued up the backs of her thighs, trailing shocks up to her plush ass. He released a large pulse of electricity into her soft, pale globes and she inhaled sharply at the pain, emitting a pleasured groan with her exhale.

"How does that feel good?" she asked breathlessly.

Laxus chuckled above her before climbing back up her body to kiss her, their lips sparking lightly.

"Pain and pleasure aren't as different as you might think," he said lowly and sensually, making Lucy rub her thighs together in an attempt to relieve the aroused burning in her core.

Laxus entwined his hands with each of her bound ones, leaning down to kiss her again as he released a stronger jolt of electricity into her palms. She gasped loudly against his mouth and he took advantage of the opening to twist their tongues together. Lucy, however, was too over loaded by the sparkling sensation to participate much as he probed the mouth he was already so familiar with.

He moved his hands down to her forearms, releasing short, staccatoed pulses up her arms. She squirmed and moaned against him, each shock as all-encompassing as the first. Her mind was blank, all thought drowned out by pure feeling. Somewhere off in the distance she was aware that Laxus had moved his mouth down to her neck where he was licking and sucking desirously. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, but her bound arms kept her open and on display for him as his devious hands scratched down her back, releasing his power deep into her muscles. It was somehow both immensely relaxing and highly erotic at the same time.

Finally his hands came around to her front. He sat up, perched right above her hips, and looked down at her, his sweet little prisoner. He let his hands finally ghost over her voluptuous breasts, feeling the supple, soft skin beneath his fingers. He squeezed her gently and she groaned, her eyes begging him for more.

"Laxus," she moaned.

Mavis, she's sexy. He squeezed her again, harder this time. His thumb rubbed over her perky nipple and he let out a shock into her.

Lucy thought she was going to black out at the sensation of electricity jolting right through her sensitive breasts. She was sure if she hadn't been a mage her heart would have given out by now as it pounded relentlessly in her chest. It made her wonder how anyone survived after being struck by the lightning dragon slayer's power. She certainly wouldn't.

Fuck it. When she'd said she was above begging she had been an ignorant fool, free from the nearly painful lust that soaked her thighs. Pride wasn't worth this torture.

"Please, Laxus," she pleaded, earning a smirk from the slayer.

"Please what, darling?" he teased, moving his hand over her stomach where he shocked her again. She gasped loudly.

"Touch me," she said, her back arching as she tried to rub herself against something. Anything.

"But I am touching you," he said, sending more jolts into her hips.

"For Mavis sake, Laxus, would you just touch my fucking cunt already!" she practically screamed, sending the dragon slayer into another fit of laughter.

"As you wish," he said, an amused grin plastered on his scarred face and he quickly stuffed two large fingers into her.

She was so wet he slid in without issue and she moaned wantonly at the relief. His thumb circled her clit slowly, making her ground her hips against him in search of more friction. He let loose more shocks, which made her shake and quiver as they surged through her hot core.

"Oh gods, yes," she moaned as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, releasing shocks that made her clench around him. It didn't take long before she was practically falling apart at the seams, her whole body so heightened from his teasing that it threatened to all crash back down.

"Faster, please, faster," she begged, and he obliged, occasionally curling his fingers inside of her to scratch at that sensitive spot inside.

He loved knowing he could make her feel this good, that the only thing she could think of was the pleasure he brought her. Her body was flushed and shiny with a sheen of sweat as she trembled. Her eyes were shut tight, mouth agape as she was brought closer and closer to that sweet release. She pulled against her restraints as her body tensed. Finally, he sent another hard shock through her and she broke. The celestial mage almost screamed as her climax rushed over her and she surrendered to it, her vision going white and her body acting of its own accord.

Slowly she regained control of her body as it settled back down, though it would be many minutes before she could hear anything besides her own demanding heartbeat. By the time she came to, Laxus had already released her arms from their hold on the backboard so she flopped bonelessly against the pillows.

"Oh…my…god…," she said between breaths. "That was…"

What was that? Amazing, incredible, terrific? They all seemed too ordinary to describe how that had felt, and she cursed her writer's brain for abandoning her in this moment.

Laxus, however, seemed to understand and smiled softly. "Good?"

Lucy laughed. That so didn't cut it, but she supposed it would have to work. "Yeah, good."

Laxus' eyes danced as he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his hard, chiseled body with those black, stormy tattoos over his chest. What would her father say if he knew her boyfriend had tattoos? She smiled at the thought.

He quickly abandoned the shirt on the ground before letting his rapidly discarded pants join them. His hardened length burst free from its restraints eagerly, already dripping in anticipation. When he was fully undressed, he bent down and kissed Lucy again before pulling back and meeting her hazy eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said with a growl, but Lucy just smiled.

"Good," she returned, and he wasted no time in pressing into her.

She gasped as his thick length filled her completely until he was pressed flush against her. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as he began to thrust against her. He moved very deliberately and slowly, savoring each second he spent inside of her. Their arms entangled around each other and their lips mirrored their hips, sliding against each other almost lazily.

Lucy felt her arousal return and she rocked her hips in time against him. Laxus pulled back from her kiss and stared directly into her eyes as he thrust hard inside of her, gradually increasing his pace as his own arousal became more and more demanding. The intimacy of it almost scared her, but it felt so right.

As he moved inside of her, she knew it was more than just an act of lust or desire or even simple I-like-you emotion. There was something deeper there, something that couldn't be seen with the eye but was as real as the man pounding into her. It was a connection between them, like an ancient magic that pulsed through their veins alongside their lifeblood. At that moment, she wondered if this is what he'd been talking about when he said he "just knew" he loved her.

It was beautiful.

"I think I love you too," she whispered, only half aware she'd spoken out loud.

Laxus felt like she'd just electrocuted him. Her words were stronger than any physical sensation he could ever experience, and in an instant he lost all control and came into her. He groaned his climax, his body tensing as he continued to thrust into her through it. Lucy quickly followed him, her body clenching his in an almost-bruising grip.

As they both floated back to Earthland, Laxus rolled off of her carefully. That one time of their bodies writhing together, so filled with emotion had felt as exhausting as the entire night they'd spent together just a few days ago. The dragon slayer lightly kissed his mate, finally allowing himself to hope, just a bit, that maybe, possibly, there was an off-chance that this might kinda work. Maybe.

They both felt like there was so much to say, but neither could find the words to say it. So instead they just wrapped around each other and drifted off to sleep while their hearts seemed to beat as one. Fuck Natsu, fuck everyone that thought this was wrong or that they didn't belong together. They knew, with each beat of their hearts, that they were both exactly where they were supposed to be.