A/N: And here we are at Day 3! I honestly don't know where this came from, but I'm going to just blame LittlePrincessNana for it. Most of my ideas come about while I'm talking to her anyway.

So, without further ado, I give you…

Day 3: Trust

"Stand aside," Lahar called out as he stormed through the decimated town square. Nights like this were prime examples of why he believed that the world would be a better place without Fairy Tail. The seven years that a good chunk of its members had been missing had been so quiet in regards to destruction and mayhem. He missed those days, sometimes. "Rune Knights coming through."

Nights like this, when Team Natsu - as usual - had torn an entire town asunder in a matter of minutes while on a mission, made him miss those days.

The sight of his blonde girlfriend beating Natsu over the head with the handle of her whip most definitely did not make him miss the days when they had been missing. It wasn't surprising, seeing the state of her dress. Or lack thereof. He'd come to find out rather quickly, even before they had started seeing each other, that she had a tendency to lose portions (if not all) of her clothing. This time was apparently no different. That vision of her beauty, with her skin glowing in the light of the half-moon above them, also made him not miss the days when Lucy Heartfilia was frozen on Tenrou Island.

"Oh man, look at her," one Rune Knight chuckled.

"Just a little more bouncing, Barbie," another whispered. "Come on, just…"

"Right? We're about to get some nip action."

"And look at… Oh shit, that's her underwear? I'm in heaven…"

"No kidding. There's hardly anything there. Fuck, what I wouldn't give to bang her…"

"Five hundred Jewels says I'll bag her by the end of the night."

"No way, Porky," one man chuckled. "She likes 'em buff. I'm totally gonna-"

"Guys, shut up…" came the hissing voice of another Rune Knight.

"What?"

"Why?"

"Because the woman you are currently disrespecting," Doranbolt said, his jaw clenched while he glared at the two insubordinate pricks over his shoulder, "Is the Captain's girlfriend."

There was a chorus of groans, along with several quietly surprised mumbles, that would have had Lahar smirking triumphantly to himself had it not been for his agitation right then. He was used to men staring at Lucy, and had been for the past year of their relationship, but this was something else entirely. She was in such a state of undress - with her already small tube top having been singed almost completely from her body, and her mini-skirt in tatters to the point of being nearly nonexistent - that it was just… Indecent. At least, for anyone else to see.

"Seriously though," Doranbolt whispered to Lahar. "Lucy's-"

"Finish that sentence, and I will make you regret it," Lahar hissed. With a wave of his hand, the Rune Knights dispersed and moved to surround the group of four mages while he and Doranbolt continued on their path to the crux of the problem. Namely, his girlfriend's team.

"Luce," Natsu whined, "Cut it out…"

"I will not cut it out, Natsu!" Lucy screeched, her words halted only by powerful hits to the Dragon Slayer's head with the butt of her whip. "Two months' rent... down the drain… because you have… no control… over yourself!"

"But, Luce!"

"No! No, 'but Luce' bullshit! Goddamnit, Natsu! How am I supposed to pay for anything when you just burn it all to the ground?!"

"Yeah, Flame Brain…" Gray chuckled, then gulped when Lucy turned to glare at him.

"Don't act like he's the only one in the wrong here, Gray. You managed to keep your clothes on, but you couldn't stop yourself from knocking down that building? An ORPHANAGE! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Lucy threw her hands into the air, then squawked when her tattered tube top finally gave up its fight to hold itself together over her chest.

"Holy shit," another Rune Knight gasped as he followed behind Captain Lahar. "Sir, I don't mean to overstep any boundaries, but-"

"Then I would suggest you stop talking."

"Y-Yes, sir…" He paused. "You gotta give me the name of the guy that did her tits…"

Lahar sighed heavily, watching as Lucy scrambled to cover herself as they drew closer. He loved the fire that burned in her eyes while she ripped into her team, and he most definitely loved just how she looked while she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing, but… His pace quickened until he was standing just in front of the nearly hysterical blonde - whose teammates were simply watching her curiously.

Lucy was nearly in tears by the time that familiar stern face filled her vision, the bright amethyst eyes gleaming behind his glasses and gazing at her with love shining in their depths. "L-Lahar…"

He sighed again and removed his cloak, wrapping it around her slender frame and quickly hiding her body from view. A quick glance over her showed that she wasn't injured this time around, just very, very sparsely dressed. With only another moment's hesitation, he turned from the blonde - even though all he wanted was to wrap his arms around her and take her to his home - and sought out Erza Scarlet. "Explain."

"The dark guild we were sent to stop proved to be more…"

"Insane," Gray supplied.

Erza nodded. "... Than we had anticipated. We take full responsibility for the damages."

Lahar nodded, looking around the square with a critical eye. "We will take the town's assessment of the damages and have you billed appropriately," he sighed. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with these mages tonight. "You're free to go."

Lucy lifted her gaze to the raven-haired man when he turned to her again. "I'll send-"

"You," Lahar said coldly, "Are not free to go, however."

"Huh?!"

He nodded. "I am sorry, Miss Heartfilia, but public indecency is a very serious crime."

"You're shitting me, right?!" Lucy screamed. "Lahar, really?!"

"That is Captain Lahar." He nodded to a stunned Rune Knight and took the set of magic cancelling cuffs to place them around her wrists.

"Hell no!" Lucy shouted, taking a step back. "You know what happened is not my fault! Lahar-"

"Captain Lahar," he repeated slowly, his eyes narrowing. They had to maintain a clear line between work and their personal lives in public. Lucy knew that. It was how they'd been able to keep their relationship a secret for as long as they had - well, that and the fact that he'd threatened Doranbolt with days upon days of paperwork (most of which would have been completely unnecessary) should he blab to anyone. Which reminded him… 'Paperwork for Doranbolt for opening his mouth. Weeks of it…'

"Well, Captain Lahar," she spat with a sneer. "You can just suck it! Gray's perpetually naked, and he's not getting arrested."

"He is currently clothed, while you are yet again baring yourself for everyone here to see," he answered, his voice calm while the rest of him was torn between anger and lust.

Lucy looked down and shrieked, closing the cloak over herself as quickly as possible. She watched as Lahar stepped closer, then quickly locked her wrists in the cuffs. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered, her voice trembling. She just couldn't understand what had caused her sweet and caring boyfriend to decide that he needed to humiliate her even further for something that wasn't in her control. It's not like she'd wanted her clothes to get messed up, or for everyone around to see her breasts when her shirt finally gave way and bared them to the world.

"I'm just doing my job, Miss Heartfilia," he whispered, intentionally not activating the cuffs so she could still use her magic. "Trust me."

Lucy dropped her head and grasped the edges of his cloak, keeping them tightly closed over herself as she was led back through the crowd.

"Damn, they won't be dating for long," a Rune Knight whispered as they passed by.

"No kidding. He's really arresting her for that?"

"What a dick…"

"Oh shit, is she crying? Man, I'd never treat my girlfriend like that."

"He's probably just jealous that he's not the only one that got to see them."

"Damn shame all that sweet ass is getting wasted on a pencil dick like him."

"What a fucking tool… I'd say he needs to get laid, but not with her. That girl's too damn sweet for him."

Doranbolt frowned as he fell into step behind Lucy, keeping himself between her and the rest of the Knights. He watched in silence as Lahar opened the back of the vehicle for transporting prisoners, then helped her get inside. "It's okay, Lucy," he whispered just before Lahar stepped in and closed the door behind him, getting only a short nod from his friend that told him exactly what needed to be done. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he turned to the murmuring Knights. "You know what to do. Assist the townspeople in repairs. I'll drive them back."

The couple sat in silence as the vehicle started moving, and Lucy stared down at the handcuffs around her wrists. After several long minutes, she chanced a glance at her boyfriend. Only to find him moving to sit next to her on the bench. His gloved hands gently grasped hers, and she frowned when he unlocked the cuffs. "What are you doing?"

"Making you more comfortable," Lahar answered softly. When she simply nodded and looked away again, he sighed and lifted a hand to her chin. She looked up at him again, and the pain and confusion swimming in the depths of her honey eyes made his heart ache. "Lucy…"

"I'm trusting you," she whispered sadly. "So, what are you doing?"

It was his turn to look away then. "Doranbolt is taking us to my home. You can get a change of clothes and… If you'd like… You can stay the night."

That was most definitely not what she'd been ready to hear. "I thought you were arresting me."

He chuckled and shook his head. "No. No matter how justified I am to arrest you for public indecency, I can't."

"Why?"

His eyes cut back to hers quickly. "Do you really think I could arrest you, Lucy?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. It's your job, after all."

"For something like this? While it may fall under my rights as the Captain of the Enforcement Squad to do so, I would never do that to you." He shook his head and sighed. "If you ever have to be arrested… I won't be able to do it."

"Why not?" she asked. "Lahar, it's your job. You said so yourself."

"Because…" He swallowed the sudden dryness in his throat, forcing himself to meet her gaze. "I love you, Lucy. I have for quite some time."

"Y-You…" Her eyes were wide as she stared at him in shock. Over the past year, she'd been aching to tell him that she felt that way, and had been left wondering if he did love her. The night they'd hooked up, Lahar had confessed that he had feelings for her. And that he'd felt that way ever since the Oracion Seis incident. But, not once had he mentioned actually loving her. There were times when he looked as though telling her was the only thing on his mind though, especially when they woke up in bed together. She would find him lying next to her, just watching her slowly wake up with a smile on his face. The way he would kiss her - short, stolen kisses when no one was looking that somehow showed just how much he cared - always took her breath away. "Y-You…"

"I love you," Lahar whispered again. Honestly, he was expecting anything from her. Well, anything except for what she actually did.

Lucy glared at the red handprint on his cheek, pulling her hand back to her lap while he turned back to her in shock. Apparently, she'd hit him hard enough to knock his glasses clean across the compartment, but that wasn't really important. "If you love me so much, then why would you humiliate me?!"

"Humiliate you?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes!" she shouted. "Lahar, what you did… You arrested me for…"

He blinked for a moment, shaking his head. "I only did that to keep up appearances, Lucy."

"Appearances? It sounded like everyone knew we were dating, so why would you do that to me?"

"I did that because they knew."

Lucy groaned and dropped her head to her hands. "That doesn't even make sense. I know you heard what they were saying about you. How does arresting me for public indecency - which, fuck you, by the way - make any sense?"

Lahar's head dropped back to the metal wall behind them and his eyes slid closed. "Lucy, because they knew that you and I were together, I had to ensure no one saw our relationship as something that would cause a bias between myself, and your team or guild."

"You let my team go though."

"Yes, and I arrested you. My girlfriend. In front of everyone. Besides, I would much rather be seen as a monster for being so cruel as to arrest you, than be forced to listen to what they were saying about you before." When the blonde at his side went quiet, he brought a hand up to rub his face wearily. "Doranbolt told them we were together to make them stop objectifying you, but I knew that would only last so long. I was doing my job, not as an employee of the Council, but as your boyfriend."

Lucy sighed and looked over at the man next to her. "You… did all of that…" she said slowly. "Just to make them stop talking about me?"

"Yes, specifically your breasts. I pride myself on my self-control, but…" He paused and cracked on lavender eye open to meet her gaze. "I was very close to doing something stupid with what they were saying."

"Stupid, how?" she asked.

"Locking them in runes with unsatisfiable rules," he answered with a scowl. "Naked. All together in one trap. In public…" After a moment, he sighed. "Or just punching each of them in the face."

Lucy let out a bright peal of laughter, gaining his full attention. Without another moment's hesitation, and deciding that she couldn't be mad at the man when he was just trying to do the right thing - no matter how embarrassing it had been at the time - she turned quickly and crawled into his lap. The surprised look he gave her only made her laugh just that little bit harder while she straddled his legs. "You're ridiculous, Cappy."

He smirked up at her. While he outwardly scolded her for the nickname, they both knew that he secretly loved it. Between one moment and the next, her lips were on his. Devouring him, pulling him into the torrential wellspring that was his constant desire for the blonde.

"Next time," Lucy whispered against his lips, "Punch the assholes in the face."

"I would get written up for it," he answered.

"Would you?" she asked with a devious grin. "They would have to explain what happened for you to do that, and then your side of the story would be taken into account. Considering you're not exactly prone to random violent outbursts, and your statement of what they were saying about me would be heard - and most likely corroborated by Doranbolt - I'm sure you would only get a slap on the wrist. Plus, people would know not to talk about your girlfriend that way, otherwise they'd get punched in the face."

Lahar chuckled softly as his hands glided up from her knees to her hips beneath the cloak that was still clasped around her shoulders. "Have I told you lately that I love how your mind works?"

"No," Lucy giggled huskily. God, the things he was able to do to her. "But you did tell me you love me. And…" She paused to kiss the tip of his nose. "I love you too, Lahar." The smile she was gifted with, the one that only she got to see from the otherwise stoic man, always made her absolutely giddy. Their lips met again, and the vehicle suddenly went over a large bump that had Lucy's body bouncing in his lap.

"Oh god," Lahar hissed, his hands tightly grabbing her hips to keep her firmly tucked against him as they hit another bump in the road. Of course, Doranbolt would take the long way back to his home. Most likely to give him time to apologize over and over again for how he'd gone about getting Lucy out of there. Except, they were past the apology, and now… Now, his hardly dressed girlfriend was sitting in his lap while they went over another series of bumps.

"Cappy," Lucy moaned softly, her hands sifting through his hair and lightly pulling at the tie that held it in place.

"Here?" he rasped, his breath stuttering when her lust-darkened eyes peered down at him. The slow smile that spread across her face once his hair fell loosely around his shoulders, and how the blonde propped herself up on her knees, had him mindlessly reaching between them to pull at the buckle on his belt.

"We could wait," Lucy whispered, her voice heavy with her raging libido, "But, if I stay in your lap, then you'll need to get your uniform dry-cleaned." Just the sight of him with his hair down like this had moisture collecting between her legs. Add to that the fact that his glasses were missing, and she was a goner. The way he normally looked, how put together he was, all but ensured she was constantly ready to be bent over the nearest flat surface. But like this… It was how he looked when they were alone, lying in a bed and panting, sweaty and both fully sated - or well on their way to being there.

Lahar didn't need to be told twice. While he really didn't have any issue with getting his uniform cleaned, he was going to lose his mind if he wasn't inside of her soon. Without another word, he pulled the leather through the buckle, then undid his pants as her lips descended on his again. A low groan rumbled through him once his proud member sprung free and his pants were pushed down his thighs, and it only intensified once he felt just how drenched the flimsy lace barrier was that separated him from her dripping sex.

Lucy was always ready for him, every single time they were together. It was something he never found a reason to complain about, considering just how often he found himself nestled between her legs. That, in and of itself, had been a bit of a surprise for the stoic man. Never before had a lover been so indulgent of his desire. And he had most definitely never desired a woman as much as he did the blonde Celestial mage. There was something about her that just called to the deepest parts of him, forcing them to the surface and causing him to shift into a sex-crazed beast.

Just as he was lined up at her entrance, with Lucy flexing her legs to slowly push herself down his thick length after pushing her panties to the side, the vehicle jolted again. She lost her balance, falling quickly and impaling her sex on him with a loud moan. Her whole body trembled at the sudden intrusion. Normally, she needed to take her time, especially when she was on top, just so she could comfortably stretch around his cock. There was no time to adjust though, because another quick series of bumps in the road had her body bouncing. A turn pushed her chest into Lahar's face, and Lucy grabbed the metal pole that ran along the ceiling for prisoners to have their handcuffs looped through to keep herself upright. "Oh god," she whimpered. "L-Lahar…"

He ripped his gloves off and roughly palmed her breasts as the vehicle rounded another corner, his breath leaving him in a rush as her lithe body continued to move. Here she was, stretched out before him, writhing in pleasure without either of them really doing a whole lot of anything. 'I'll be sure to remedy that…'

Lucy gasped as his lips surrounded one pert nipple, his teeth scraping over the peak and his tongue drawing tight circles around it. Her hips swirled before she finally took hold of the reins and slammed herself down. What she hadn't been expecting was for his hips to surge up at the exact same time, driving him deep within her and pushing a loud moan past her lips.

Lahar could never control himself when he was with her, when he felt her sex fluttering around him and just how tightly she gripped his aching shaft. He was suddenly ravenous in a way that he hadn't been since they were forced to stay apart for two months while she was on a mission in the northeastern border country of Seven. His hands travelled all over her porcelain skin, kneading the dangerous curves of her body while she started bouncing wildly. "J-Just like… ngggh… that…"

Her head dropped back when he plunged into her core, his hands gripping her hips and holding her in place as he pistoned into her from below. Each deep thrust, every time she felt his turgid length rubbing against every bit of her quivering sex, how his hips rolled only slightly to push just a little further. It made her dizzy, lightheaded as though she would just float off like a balloon that escaped a small child's clutches at the fair. She didn't pay attention to how loud her voice had gotten - considering they'd made it a habit to have runes placed around them any time they were in a less than private place - and instead just let herself enjoy just what she was able to bring out in the man of her dreams. Like the words that tumbled from his lips as they ghosted over her flesh.

"God, that's it… Take it, Lucy…" He reached down and grabbed the previously discarded handcuffs, then quickly wrapped them around her wrists again, looping them over the bar she was hanging onto. The way her eyes went wide as he stood up, roughly grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around his hips, had a devastating grin spreading over his face. Of course, the driver of their impromptu sex van decided to slam on the brakes, forcing Lahar to lose his footing.

Lucy cried out as her back crashed into the front wall, the cuffs sliding easily along the pole affixed to the ceiling. Lahar followed, his firm, lightly muscled body pressing into her, and his cock driving deeper than she'd ever experienced before. "Oh god! Fuck me, Lahar!"

The vehicle shot forward, causing him to pull out of her completely, and a shuddering moan spilled past his lips when he pushed back in. His pace was relentless, each sharp snap of his hips causing the blonde beauty to scream while her body tightened around him. He wasn't thinking about anything, except for feeling her fall apart around him, his ultimate goal every time they were joined. Because his sole focus was on Lucy - from her kiss-swollen lips to the most alluring sounds that escaped her, the way her bare breasts bounced, her heavily lidded eyes and the deep flush across her cheeks - he completely forgot about the fact that they were right next to a grate that led to the driving compartment. And that it was open.

"L-La… Oh god… O-Oh GOD! YES! LAHAR!" The brakes screeched just as a keening cry of ecstasy shot out of her, and Lucy wasn't sure if her head slammed into the wall from the force of the vehicle stopping, or from the climax that threatened to send her into a state of euphoric unconsciousness. It didn't really matter, anyway.

"Shit…" Lahar's eyes wrenched shut just as the first shot of his release barreled up his length. His grip on her ass tightened, pulling her flush against him as he felt his knees beginning to tremble with each thick stream that pulsed from him. "L-Lucy… Mmm… That…" He felt the muscles surrounding his still-twitching cock tighten, and braced himself with one knee pulled up onto the bench. "Th-That was…"

She was panting heavily by the time the door to the outside world opened, but Lucy still couldn't find it in herself to care. Not one bit.

Doranbolt found himself glaring at his best friend's pale ass as he stood outside of the vehicle, his grip tightening on the door handle when he saw the bespectacled man's head lowering to Lucy's, and heard the breathy laugh spilling from her. At first, yeah, he'd been trying to help the guy out by giving him ample time to apologize to Lucy for handling that shit situation poorly. Doranbolt knew extremely well that Lahar hadn't dated since he'd left the Academy; always saying that he was far too busy for a relationship. So, yes. Even though it sort of killed him inside that fucking Lahar, of all people, was dating Lucy Heartfilia… He wanted his friend to be happy.

What he hadn't considered was the fact that Lucy was insanely forgiving. And these two had a tendency to fuck each other senseless. He still wasn't entirely sure how the two of them worked so well together, but apparently… They did. And he now knew from firsthand experience that his best friend was clearly doing all kinds of right by the blonde in the bedroom. The erratic driving had been in the hopes of getting the two of them to calm the hell down and just wait until they were back at Lahar's home. Sadly, it had seriously backfired and only made the pair go buckwild. 'I hate him so damn much right now…' He would be having nightmares about this for months, he was sure of it.

Her back slid down the wall as Lahar uncuffed her, tossing them off to one side. As she sat there in a daze - with the sight of her boyfriend righting his clothing directly in her line of sight - Lucy let out a slow, steadying breath. A small glinting light caught her attention in her peripherals, and the blonde turned to see a pair of glasses was sitting on the bench only a couple feet from her. Slowly, with a trembling hand, she reached out and plucked them from the bench just before being lifted into Lahar's arms.

He paused just long enough for her to carefully slide his glasses on, silently thankful that Lucy always remembered just how horrible his depth perception was without them. There was no point in bothering to fix his hair, and all he made sure of before stepping toward the open door was that his cloak was fully wrapped around her slender body.

Lucy leaned down at the last second and grabbed the discarded pair of handcuffs, catching them just before Lahar was able to step out of the van. She was definitely going to have him using these on her again. 'Hello, roleplaying. I'll be his damn prisoner any time.'

"You two are…" Doranbolt shuddered as Lahar stepped down onto the dirt path that led directly to his home. "God, why… I-I can't even…"

Lucy sighed in contentment, her head resting on Lahar's shoulder and her fingers pulling a small lock of his silky hair forward to play with. "Dory," she crooned.

"Don't…" Doranbolt shuddered again. "I saw nothing… I-I heard nothing… I…" He grimaced as he looked at the happy couple. "Oh god, what the actual fuck is wrong with you two?!"

Lahar found himself smirking when he saw that Doranbolt had turned a sickly shade of green. Maybe he would only give the Direct Line mage a week's worth of pointless paperwork as punishment for his little slip earlier. "Not a thing, Doranbolt. Goodnight."

Doranbolt nodded absently, and numbly closed the door as Lahar carried Lucy inside. "I didn't hear a thing," he whispered to himself. He really needed to forget this shit ever happened. If he was still drinking, then this would be the best time to do it. "Not one thing…"

Lahar closed and locked the front door, then carried Lucy to his bedroom. He raised an intrigued brow when he saw her toss the handcuffs that he was sure had been left in the vehicle onto the bed, getting only a cheeky, blushing grin from her in return. Slowly, because he was still trying to recover from their little erotic bout on their way to his home, he turned and moved toward the bathroom, then set her down on her feet. "What would you say to a bath?"

Lucy's eyes lit up in an instant. "Definitely," she sighed. "I knew I loved you for a reason."

"Oh," Lahar chuckled, turning the taps on the hottest setting and pouring a generous amount of soothing lavender scented salts in once the stopper was in place. "Is that the only reason, Miss Heartfilia?"

As Lucy began pulling her tattered clothing off - along with the cloak that was still clasped around her shoulders - she shook her head. "No way," she giggled. A soft moan pushed past her lips and into his when he turned to kiss her, and she watched, utterly enraptured as he started pulling off his own clothing. When his chest was completely bare, she nibbled her lower lip and lightly trailed her fingers down his pale flesh. "I've got tons of reasons to love my sexy samurai," she rasped sensually.

Lahar openly laughed while helping her into the bathtub after turning off the water. Once he was settled behind the blonde, with her back to his chest and his arms winding around her slender waist, he whispered, "You're never letting that go, are you…"

A devious grin pulled at her plump lips while she looked at him over her shoulder. "Nope," she answered simply, making a popping sound on the 'p' only twice before his eye twitched and her lips were covered with his. 'That never gets old…' she thought, giggling softly.

And that's all for Day 3! Is that what you were expecting for 'Trust'? It definitely isn't what I was expecting, and I'm the one that wrote it! I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me sometimes, but the idea of these two banging in a paddywagon just… So much yes.

And, of course, this chapter is the longest of all of them so far this week… Because there's smut. I can't promise you that it will always be the case, but I just thought it needed to be pointed out :P

Alrighty! I'll see you all tomorrow for…

Day 4: Soap

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~~GemNika