Pradesh Week 2018! Chapter 8: Doxy, a fairy tail fanfic

Day 7 is here at last!

Thank you, dear readers, for all of your patience, kindness, and lovely reviews; You really know how to keep a lady motivated!

I appreciate your patience in the times between these last few prompts. I will endeavor to have the next, and last, prompt up sometime next week at the latest. Classes start up again tomorrow, so I've been busy finalizing details for them and my practicum.

I apologize for any errors. I've given it my best shot, but some things might have still slipped through. Let me know if you see anything.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima, and the lovely Pradesh Family is owned by Desna.

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Prompt: Doxy

[Definition—a lover or mistress; prostitute]

Honey-brown eyes scanned her surroundings, her face maintaining the blank façade her tutors had spent years drilling into her. While her gaze came across dismissive, her thoughts were anything but. Damn Hisui for sending the request, and double damn the perverted old man for agreeing to it in the first place. True, the guild needed the financial backing and the good graces with the royal family accepting this request would garner, but why did it have to be her?

She paused and gave a mental sigh; then again, she would be one of the few in her guild who could perform the request with no chance of destroying the dance hall, palace, or half the capitol. Take into account the fact that embassy representatives from several of the surrounding nations were present, and it was practically an international incident waiting to happen.

Resigning herself to her fate for the evening, Lucy grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, quickly downed it to take the edge off of her frustration, and grabbed another as she continued her rounds. She didn't dare stay idle in one place too long. She didn't know what was worse, that fact that she was being propositioned by every other male she came across, or the way her airway was restricted by the fucking awful corset she'd been asked (read *ordered*) to wear. She'd thought she'd seen the last of the blasted restricting piece of tormenting fabric when she'd abdicated her inheritance. Spotting the gray haired Lord of some textile industry based in the Western part of Fiore making his way toward her, she suppressed a shudder. Stars, she would gladly wear a blasted corset every day for the next year if it meant she would stop being propositioned to be some old cockroach's new live-in doxy. She hid a grimace behind taking another sip form her glass as the old lecher started talking to her. Giving a mental eye roll she took another sip. Honestly, did he really think she wouldn't notice the fact that his gaze did not once make it above her breasts? The man's hanging jowls and pot belly spoke of over-indulgence, and the excessive cologne did nothing to cover the strong scent of arthritic cream surrounding him. Blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, dear stars would the man ever shut up?! The lecher cleared his throat before leaning in, it took every childhood lesson she'd had hammered into her to keep her from reactively leaning away. 'Here we go,' she thought, starting a mental countdown, 'Slimy proposition in 5…4…3…2...'

"Ah, Lady Heartfilia, you are a decadent rose in full bloom. Reminds me of your mother; light of the balls she was. You definitely inherited your…" he paused to cast a sleazy look over her body, "finer attributes from her." The man's raspy attempt at a seductive purr made her choke down the laughter bubbling in her throat. Dear Mavis, did that actually work on people?!

The polite smile on her face felt like it would shatter at any moment, ugh! She needed a shower after this.

"I was well acquainted with your father, you know? We'd even been in discussions of joining our… businesses. Regrettably he passed on before anything could be finalized."

"Ah, yes, he is still missed. However, I relinquished all claims to those ties of my name long ago. I am an active-duty mage now." She coolly informed him, a beatific smile in place.

"Yes, I'd heard of that, yet here you are today." He cast another apprasing look. "No matter, there is still much we can discuss, such as your re-entry into the gentry, perhaps. I'm sure you've seen the hardships the lesser classes face, and wanted to extend my assistance and comfort. Opportunity waits for no man, so what say you and I break away from these masses to discuss our… unfinished business?" The man's beady eyes locked onto her bountiful bosom once again, and she stiffened her spine to suppress the shudder at the sight of his tongue licking his lips.

"I acknowledge the offer, but must politely decline. You see, I have become quite enamored with my current lifestyle, and do not plan to change it any time soon. I don't believe I have anything to offer or discuss with you today, Lord Cavensy." She made to turn away and exit the conversation, but a meaty, sweaty hand clasped around her wrist. The blonde internally grimaced. Curse her fair skin, that was going to leave a mark, and Natsu would have a fit. Once he saw it.

"Come now, dear lady, so modest. You've had your flighty endeavors, but don't you think it time to honor your lineage by reclaiming the birth rites left to you. I can help you with that. Your father was a cunning investor, and your mother's… assets, well preceded her. I'm sure we could cut quite a deal that would benefit all parties involved."

The nerve! While Lucy knew it was an established part of the Fiorian nobility to see and treat females as something barely better than cattle, she was hitting even her high threshold of how much she could take of being appraised as a potential broodmare. Her eyes became cold, and she opened her mouth to unleash her sharp tongue on the cock-stain in front of her when a smooth tenor interjected itself. With it, a tanned hand grasped lord Cavensy's and prompted the old codger to release his grip.

"I believe the lady has made her stance quite clear, Milord. From where I'm from, a refusal politely given is politely received and respected. I had thought Fiorian culture was of similar mind, does that not hold true?"

'Dear stars, I'm going to need new panties,' was the first thought that went through the celestial mages head upon taking in the lithe, muscular build, the smooth accented voice, and the shoulder-length mahogany hair streaked with blonde and red. It wasn't until the man turned to address her that recognition hit upon seeing the familiar baby blue eyes in the tanned face.

"Farron—I mean, Ambassador Pradesh?" She cursed her stumble in the 'proper' address for his station.

Blue eyes twinkled in amusement as the handsome man smiled, "Hello, Lucy, or is it Lady Heartfilia for tonight."

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…Moments Earlier…

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Farron Pradesh artfully extracted himself from the avid discussion on foreign trade routes with the Encan and Minstrelian embassy representatives. While he enjoyed his line of work it could be very tiresome. The Boscan Ambassador had actually been looking forward to having a layover at his family's estate following a trip to Iceberg when he'd been contacted by the Embassy. His father was still tied up with negotiations for a new skyport being built in the northern tip of Joya and would be unable to represent their country at the gala honoring the official naming of the Fiorian Princess as heir-apparent.

The man knew that he would be the only Boscan emissary available to make the trip and represent his country among the other nations' delegations. Resigning himself to putting off his week of rest until after the gala, Farron sent his acceptance and notified the air ship's captain of their change in destination.

Scanning the crowds, Farron noted that all of Fiore's nobility had made an appearance, in addition to select representatives from the Council and some of the country's mage guilds. He knew almost everyone here, but through purely professional channels. His brother, Bickslow, had shared that Fairy Tail was asked to send a representative to the gala, but hadn't been able to say who it was. Master Makarov was apparently keeping it a secret for some reason. He'd kept an eye out for the familiar guild emblem but had yet to spot the mage representing his brother's guild. Personally, he'd been hoping it would be one of Laxus, Freed, Mirajane, or Lucy. Farron couldn't see Master Makarov being willing to send any of his other 'brats' to such a high-politic function. His brother had regaled him and their other siblings with the various stories of destruction of the majority of Fairy Tail's guild members. Taking a glass of champagne from a passing server, he gave a mental sigh, what he wouldn't give for some real company. Presently he'd been dealing with people who were purely after the benefits of his position, interested in using him as a connection with his father, or were unable to hold an intelligent conversation for long past initial introductions.

Noticing the assessing gazes being sent his way by the 'Match-Making Mothers'—as his brother Vander would say— of the Fiorian nobility, Farron decided it would be best to remain on the move. Those women were ruthless and nigh-impossible to shake once they latched their claws into you. He shuddered at the thought. While the eldest Pradesh sibling was openly shared in pleasure with others, his station and lineage made him a prime target for the more conservative nobility circles prominent in Fiore. The Boscan Ambassador was preparing himself to delve into the crowds again when he heard it.

"Ah, Lady Heartfilia, you are a decadent rose in full bloom. Reminds me of your mother; light of the balls she was. You definitely inherited your…finer attributes from her." A man's raspy voice carried over from somewhere to his left. Lady Heartfilia. Heartfilia… Lucy!

Tamping down on his eagerness at the possibility of finding a familiar face and getting a break from his diplomatic duties, Farron deftly maneuvered his way in that direction.

The Boscan Ambassador was inevitably stopped and held up every few steps by other guests inviting him to converse and visit. The Ambassador fixed his most charming smile in place and used all his diplomacy skills and experience to swiftly acknowledge and politely decline or redirect the conversations he was pulled into while slowly, but steadily, making his way to his destination. Farron was beginning to think he was never going to make it as he worked to politely excuse himself from a merchant guild representative and his admiring wife. The man droned on about the impact the shift in the westerly winds off the coast of Veran would have on the trade routes connecting Joya and Stella. His wife wasn't much better, making eyes at Farron and sending him flirty and inviting looks. Finally managing to excuse himself from the conversation, Farron allowed a breath of relief upon finding himself at the edge of the gathering. He could just make out a head of blonde hair gathered into an elegantly bun and side braids near one of the columns lining the room. Drawing near, he picked up more of the conversation. "I'm sure you've seen the hardships the lesser classes face, and wanted to extend my assistance and comfort. Opportunity waits for no man, so what say you and I break away from these masses to discuss our… unfinished business?"

Farron could now make out the features of her conversation partner. He was an older gentleman who was a prominent figure in Fiore's textile industry, Lord Cavensy, he believed.

Farron's sharp eyes took in Lucy's tense figure, and slowed down. He pretended to admire some of the elegant paintings adorning the walls around them even as he listened in. He'd assess the situation a bit more before deciding if he should step in. He remembered Lucy's diplomatic skills and sharp tongue from the stories his brother had shared. He'd not had the opportunity to see that side of the blonde spit-fire in their past meetings, but he knew she was more than able to carry herself in this setting.

The ambassador found himself frowning as he observed the older Lord's beady eyes remain locked onto the beautiful mage's chest and never rise.

Farron hid a smile behind a sip of his drink. That sounded reminiscent of the spit-fire Bickslow portrayed in his stories. The woman had a keen mind, and an even sharper tongue.

Seeing the man reach out and grab Lucy's wrist as she turned to walk away had Farron openly frowning now. He'd a good understanding from the beginning what his blonde friend was being propositioned with, but knew it was her decision to make. In Bosco, the first refusal would be the only one needed, and it would be respected. Here in Fiore, that did not seem to be the case. Setting his glass aside, the Ambassador readied himself to step in as the man continued.

Seeing the celestial mage's hands clench into fists was all the sign he needed. Quickly crossing the short distance between them, Farron laid a firm hand around the man's wrist. His sudden appearance, and the light pressure he applied, had the man releasing his grip.

The Lord spluttered out a nonsensical response, before quickly excusing himself and departing. Farron then turned to meet startled brown eyes.

"Farron—I mean, Ambassador Pradesh?" The blonde tried and failed to hide her wince at the slip in decorum.

Blue eyes twinkling in amusement at her slip, Farron smiled, "Hello, Lucy, or is it Lady Heartfilia for tonight."

The celestial mage relaxed and gave him a bright smile, "It's Lucy, just Lucy. After all, I've always counted us as friends."

"Lucy, then," he acknowledged with a grin, "Then I must insist you call me Farron, as I do not care for my friends to address me so formally."

"Indeed." The spritely blonde acknowledged. "Well then, Farron, may I be as bold as to ask for your prolonged company this fine evening? I have learned that it is better to have a companion when traversing shark infested waters."

"It would be my privilege, dear lady," He teased, playing along. "I fear I may need your protection from the circling factions as well."

"Oh?" A dainty eyebrow rose in question, even as soulful brown eyes gleamed with humor and mischief, "I don't suppose these circling predators would be the 'Match-Making Mothers' so-labeled by a mutual acquaintance of ours?"

"The very same," He confirmed gravely.

"Be strong love," she patted his arm consolingly as he paraded her out to walk the palace gardens, "They can smell fear."

"I feel much safer now that my warrior maiden of the stars has arrived at my side. May they fear your swift grace, keen wit, and even sharper tongue."

The Ambassador internally applauded himself at making the blonde beauty beside him burst out in unrestrained laughter. Gods, it was a glorious sound. Farron could openly admit, at least to himself, that he had been intrigued by the blonde mage since they were first introduced a year ago. Their meetings since then had been short and sporadic at best due to their differing schedules and commitments. But oh, how he enjoyed his time with her. He knew his feelings. He knew how he felt about her was different from anything he'd felt about someone else before.

Chuckles dying down, Lucy nudged him playfully. "I thought you liked my sharp tongue?" she faux-pouted, bringing his gaze to her lips.

The couple paused in their walk, turning to face one another.

"Absolutely," His husky voice assured, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine at the sound, "It is an admirable trait." He then smirked, "Though, as an acquaintance of mine has pointed out to me in the past, it may be an acquired taste." She snorted.

"Well then, by all means," she leaned forward, brown eyes glowing with a heated invitation, "Taste away."

He felt his restraint break, but honestly couldn't bring himself to care. "Gladly," he rasped. Tan hands cradled her face lovingly even as he brought his lips down to roughly meet hers in a kiss that spoke of passion, heat, and hope for the future.

Lucy didn't know how much time had passed while she enjoyed the taste and feel of the amazing man in her arms. All she knew, when they finally broke apart for air, was that she wanted more.

To hell with the pomp and circumstance, she'd done her part, made her appearance, the rest of the night was hers.

"My hotel room is a block away." She invited. Heated, baby blue eyes met passionate, molten brown.

"Lead the way, love."

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"Whew!" *Fans herself*

That got a little steamy toward the end. Sorry-not-sorry for cutting off where I did but….um… As I'd stated in the beginning, this is my first time publishing what I write for others to see and review. While the wonderful and thoughtful reviews have done loads to bolster my confidence in my writing, publishing a detailed sex scene requires an entirely different level of confidence.

It is the next step, and I have already been trying my hand at it (unpublished, of course) but damn! Can you blame me?! Just look at the bar of expectations set in this genre! No pressure my ass!

Anyways, it shall (hopefully) come in due time.

Thank you all for your patience in the times between these last few prompts. I will endeavor to have the next, and last, prompt up sometime next week at the latest. Classes start up again tomorrow, so I've been busy finalizing details for them and my practicum.

I look forward to hearing what you all thought of this chapter. Again, if anyone is interested in adopted this or any of my other prompts into a longer story line, be my guest. I just ask that you let me know so I can enjoy reading what you come up with.

Best Wishes!

-JB