All Characters and Locations owned By Hiro Mashima

Lemon Ahoy!

For Mature Audiences Only

Chapter 3

Bickslow takes them to the other side of town and hits another back road. He slows down to pull into a hidden driveway in between trees.

As they ride up his driveway Lucy is in awe at the sight of the refurbished abandoned home. She remembers sneaking onto the property late at night with her friends to investigate for ghosts. What was once a nasty, yellow-brown house, sits a beautiful, blue-ish gray home. The two-door garage is a new addition, along with the covered porch. She's not able to check much else out before Bickslow parks in front of the garage.

Bickslow parks and helps Lucy off of his bike. He gets a good look at her curvy body as she takes her helmet off. Leaning back, he gets a good look at her jean-covered ass. 'Damn does her ass look good in those.'

Lucy is thankful that she wore her hair down because of having to wear a helmet but at the same time, she now has to deal with wind-swept hair. She attempts to comb her fingers through it but to no avail. She turns to her side and catches Bickslow staring at her ass. She gives it a little shimmy. "Like what you see?"

Bickslow looks up at her, "Oh fuck yeah."

It's Lucy's turn to check him out on his bike and fuck is it a hot sight. She wanted to check him out at the restaurant but didn't want to get caught ogling the man. Then outside she was more focused on their conversation and then excited about going for a ride, she did however take advantage of her arms wrapped around him and enjoyed the feel of his hard abs. She bites her bottom lip checking out his tussled mohawk from the helmet. To his green eyes, the iris outlined with red. Her eyes make their way to the tight henley he's wearing, nipple rings visible through it. If she remembers correctly tattoos are hiding underneath.

Before she's able to go any further with eye fucking him, Bickslow takes his helmet off and hangs it on the handlebar, grabbing Lucy's to do the same. He puts the kickstand down before he gets off his bike. Once he's standing in front of her he grabs her sexy hips and pulls her into him.

Her hands glide up his chest and around his neck. She has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss his lips because he's so statuesque. His hands slide down to her ass and give it a good squeeze before lifting her and breaking the kiss. She jumps at the same time wrapping her legs around his torso.

"Much better." Bickslow crashes his lips to hers, kissing her fiercely. He walks them over to the garage door and holds her up against it still kissing. He sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and lets it go once again breaking the kiss.

Lucy tightens her hold around his waist with her legs and her hands tangle in his mohawk at the nape of his neck. Their lips barely touch each other as they breathe in each other's air.

He uses his body to hold her up against the door so he can bring a hand up to rub her red plump lip with his thumb, "Please tell me everything is over between you and that douchebag." He says breathlessly.

Lucy wraps her lips around his thumb and sucks it into her mouth, grinding down onto him and feeling his manhood rubbing her covered core.

"Fuck." When she lets go of his thumb his hand lands on the garage door next to her head, his lips ghost over hers.

"We were over the second I saw him with another woman." She gasps when he rubs himself against her.

"Good." He pulls them away from the garage and adjusts Lucy in his arms. "We need to take this inside."

She kisses the crook of his neck and up to his ear to nibble on it. "Mmhmm," Lucy agrees rolling her hips on him causing him to stumble on his way to the porch. When they make it to their destination Lucy reaches in between them to rub his manhood.

They crash into the door that leads into the house and Bickslow manages to stop himself from crushing Lucy against it. His dick is straining in his pants and he's sure pre-cum is leaking onto his boxers. She pulls up on his shirt and he helps her take it off. He whips it across the room and stops her from lowering her lips onto his chest by holding her body up with his again so he can cup her face and kiss her roughly. He doesn't think he'll ever be tired of kissing her sweet, soft lips. His hands glide down her body and travel to the sides so his thumbs can brush against the sides of her breasts. They ghost down her body and when they reach the bottom, he slowly pulls it off of her with her help.

"B-Bickslow," Lucy keens when he bites a pebbling nipple through her purple lacy bra.

He opens the door, walks them in, and sets Lucy down. He tries to get his boots off as quickly as possible, but Lucy beats him to it.

Lucy pushes him up against the wall and runs her hands up the front of his body savoring the feel and sight of it without a shirt. Broad chest and shoulders with tattoos that travel down his toned strong arms. His sinewy body with well-defined abs that she slowly travels down with her hands, caressing each dip. She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her body, caressing the sides. He occasionally slips his thumbs in the side of her bra, rubbing what he can of her big tits.

Bickslow relishes in the feel and sight of Lucy's creamy soft body, the look in her eyes, when she opens them, while she unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down slowly not breaking eye contact with him. The back of his head thumps against the wall when she slides her hand under the waistline of both his pants and boxer briefs grabbing a hold of his dick.

He's a lot more well-endowed and girthy from what Lucy remembers. She slowly pumps his hard silky member and when he tries to dominate the situation, she uses her other hand to push him back. "Nu-uh." She's surprised when he complies. Ren never let her take control.

Bickslow is encompassed by the feeling of Lucy's smooth hand pumping him up and down. He headily exhales when Lucy pulls his pants and briefs down. He looks down in time to see her sinking to her knees. 'If only that bra was off so I can see all of her tits.' Before Bickslow can say anything about it he hisses when she wraps her mouth around his dick and lavishes it with her tongue, pumping the base with her hand.

Not breaking eye contact, Lucy licks up his length and circles the head with her tongue before flicking the tip with her tongue. Taking his length in her mouth again, she watches Bickslow's head tilt back and rest against the wall, maintaining eye contact with her. She closes her eyes and listens to the sounds she's causing to come out of his mouth. She's always been a sexual woman. She loves to give and receive pleasure and it's been a long time since she's gotten a man to react the way he is. Ren never reacted this way. 'Get him out of your head Lucy.'

"Fuck, Lucy," Bickslow moans out. He watches her as she gives his cock the best attention it's ever received. He hisses when she pulls back, tightening her lips around him and lightly scrapes her teeth along him.

Lucy moans around him, removes her hand, and picks up the pace bobbing her head. Both hands snake around to his ass, and pull him forward, relaxing her throat as she takes him in deeper.

Bickslow watches her fuck her mouth with his dick and she looks up at him with sightless eyes. She slows down so she can grab his wrists. He didn't even realize his fists were clenched to his sides. She uses her thumb to rub up his palms to open up his hands, nudges his fingers to uncurl them, and then sets them on the sides of her head.

"Do you want me to fuck your mouth, Lucy?"

"Mmhmm." Lucy holds his ass again as he gets a good grip of her hair and thrusts into her mouth. She swallows each time he hits the back of her throat. She removes a hand from his ass so she can massage his balls and continues to moan around him as he talks dirty to her.

He watches as she takes everything he's giving her and can't hold back any longer. With one last thrust, he holds her against him while he shoots his load down her throat. He pants heavily, "Shit Lucy…" Once Lucy has swallowed all of his cum he hastily steps out of his pants and boxers.

"Mmmm." Lucy licks her lips and stands back up. Before Lucy gets a chance to do anything, Bickslow grabs her by the hips to turn her around and push her up against the wall causing Lucy to squeal in surprise.

"My turn." He kisses her fiercely and his hands roughly grope her covered breasts. A hand reaches around to unsnap her bra, "this fucking thing needs to go." He gets it off of her quickly and tosses it behind him. He takes a step back and cups her breasts, rubbing his thumbs along her hardened nipples, "Your tits are perfect." He removes a hand to rest it along her lower back and his mouth replaces it. He pulls her forward so their groins rub against each other so she can feel how hard he is for her already.

Lucy's pussy clenches from his actions, his tongue flicking her nipple, and her other one is being tweaked by his thumb and forefinger. He removes his hand and gives the other breast attention with his mouth and both hands caress her body before unbuttoning her pants. He removes his mouth from her, kisses down her body, and pulls her pants and thong off while he sinks to his knees.

Bickslow frees her from her garments and pushes them to the side. Bickslow moves forward and lifts a leg to rest on his shoulder, her knee bent over it. He kisses up her inner thigh and when he gets to her pussy he gets a good look at just how wet she is. "Damn, your pussy is glistening."

Lucy's hands grab a hold of his hair, and she shifts her hips towards him. He grabs her hips and stops her movements. She gasps and her eyes roll in the back of her head when he gives her a good lick up her slit and when he reaches her clit he flicks it with his tongue.

"B-Bickslow," Lucy's voice stutters.

"You taste so fucking good," He gives her heady pussy one more lick and then pulls his mouth away. He slides a finger up and down her folds, and gets a good grip on her thigh while he inserts a finger in her quivering core. He languidly pumps before inserting a second finger and putting pressure on her clit with his thumb, rubbing circles on it.

Lucy tries to remain still when his fingers pick up the pace and his thumb is replaced by his tongue vigorously flicking her clit. He curls his fingers and hits the right spot, "B-Bickslow… Yeah…" She pants heavily.

Bickslow can feel her walls begin to tense and removes his fingers. As he's cleaning his fingers of her juices he hears her mutter a 'What the fuck.' He chuckles, "Don't worry babe, I'm not done." He opens her pussy lips with his index and middle finger and plunges his tongue in. He swirls it around before pulling out.

This time when she pulls her head forward to rub her pussy against his face he lets her. His Gene Simmons tongue works its magic in her as she fucks his face.

Bickslow has to move his fingers out of the way so she can do her thing. He enjoys the pain of her pulling on his hair, the way her leg has wrapped around his neck holding him in place so he can't go anywhere. He manages to get his thumb in between them so he can rub her clit.

The coil that was springing tightly in Lucy releases, "Ah Bickslow! Fuck!" Her back is arched away from the wall, head tilted back as she pants heavily. As she comes down, dazed by that orgasm, she loosens her grip on him making it easier for him to lick up her juices.

Bickslow wipes his mouth then gently removes Lucy's leg from around his neck and sets it down on the floor. She still has a good grip on his hair to hold herself up, so he grabs her hands to encourage her to let go. Once she does, he keeps a hold of her hands as he stands back up.

Lucy looks up at him with a smile on her face. "You have such a good tongue." She gasps in surprise when Bickslow turns her around and pushes her up against the wall, his body pressed against hers and she can feel his hard length rubbing against her bottom his hands also kneading her ass.

Bickslow moves her hair to the side so he can whisper in her ear, "You think that was good?" He steps back, pulling her along with him. One hand snakes down her front, teasing her and the other wraps a hand around her neck loosely and gives it a light squeeze before it slowly travels down to rest over her heart and he can feel it racing fast. "Just wait until I slowly slip my cock into your hot tight pussy. Bend over and put your hands on the wall beautiful."

Lucy does as he says and also spreads her legs further when he nudges them apart. He runs his length along her wet folds to cover himself with her juices and he slides into her with ease. Once he's buried to the hilt he stills. She yelps when Bickslow smacks her ass cheek, "B-Bickslow."

He slaps the other side of her ass, "You like being spanked, Lucy?"

"Please Bickslow," Lucy whines.

With his hands on her hips, Bickslow slowly pumps in her, "I think you need to be punished, Lucy."

Her walls clench around his length when he smacks her ass again, "Ahhh! Punished for what?"

He smacks her ass again loving that she's enjoying it. He kisses up her spine and in between kisses, "for leaving me this morning." Once he's reached her neck, he's bent over her his hands over hers.

"You were supposed to be a one-night stand," Lucy breathes out when he slowly pulls back leaving the head of his length in her. She pushes back so his length is sliding back into her.

"Given that you're at my home with my cock in your pussy you now want it to be more than a one-time thing?" He pulls back and then thrusts hard into her.

"Y-yes, please Bickslow." Lucy begs.

Bickslow removes his hands, and they reach under to grope her huge, luscious breasts. "I do too." His fingers tease her clit before he stands up straight, holds her hips tightly, pulls back and slams into her.

"Oooo mmmm. Fuck yeah." Lucy's hands grip the wall when his pace slightly picks up, slamming hard into her.

Bickslow gets a tighter hold on her hips that will leave them bruised. "I'll punish you later, but I really need to fuck you."

Lucy whips her head to the side to get her hair out of the way so she can look into Bickslow's eyes and gives him a lustful smile, "Then fuck me."

Bickslow smirks at her as he pulls out.

"Bicks-" Her protest is cut off when he pulls her up, turns her around and grabs her ass to pick her up, and presses her against the wall. Her legs wrap around his waist and her hands grab his shoulders. The grip around his waist gets tighter when he lines himself up and pushes her down as he thrusts up. "Fuck.. Yeah.."

Bickslow has a tight grip on her waist as he slams up into her and she meets him thrust for thrust. "Your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock." Bickslow's mouth latches onto a breast when her back arches off of the wall.

When Lucy's fingernails dig into his back Bickslow, it spurs him to fuck her harder up against the wall causing pictures to fall off of the wall. "Mmm, Bickslow, yes!" He gives her other breast the same attention and before he can move on to a different spot she grabs the back of his head and pushes his face to hers so she can give him a bruising kiss. She thrusts her tongue in his mouth and they sloppily kiss, their tongues rolling around the other.

Bickslow breaks off the kiss, keeping his pace thrusting into her a little out of breath, "Tell me Lucy… do you really want this to be… more than a… well now it would be considered a … second time thing?" His hips stutter but Lucy makes up for that when she continues to bounce on him.

Lucy moans against his mouth, "Yes Bicks… I do…" Her moans get louder when his thumb rubs circles on her clit and it doesn't take her long to come undone, "Bicks! Fuck yes!"

Bickslow slows down and can feel Lucy's legs shaking as she comes down from her high. "You feeling good baby?"

"Y-Yes," Lucy stutters. "Really fucking good," she hums in approval, her head flops down onto his shoulder.

He gives her a kiss, "Good, I hope you're ready for more I'm not done with you." He carries her to his bedroom, his cock still attached to her, "While you're here, you are exclusively mine." He growls against her neck.

Lucy lifts her head and smirks at him, "I'm yours huh?"

Bickslow stops at the end of his bed, "Mhmm…" He pulls her off of him and throws her onto his bed.

"Bickslow!" Lucy giggles. Once her bouncing has subsided she bends her legs, feet flat on the bed, and spreads her legs.

He admires her laid out on his bed, ready for him to have his way with her again. He crawls onto the bed and runs his hands up her legs, spreading them to be able to accommodate his body. He climbs on top of her, rests on his forearm and he cups a cheek with his free hand. He lightly kisses her, "Along the way, you can get to know a man who will treat you like you deserve to be treated."

Lucy cups his cheeks and returns the kiss. She moans when his fingers ghost down her sensitive body, teasing her breasts along the way. She pulls away to ask, her hands sliding down his neck and settling on his pectorals. "A-and you think you're that guy?"

He lifts one of her legs and maneuvers it so it's resting on his arm, "I know I'm that guy." He guides his length to her opening and slides into her, "I have a lot more to offer than mind-blowing orgasms." He slams into her and then stills when he remembers something. "Shit. We didn't use a condom." He goes to pull out and Lucy digs her nails into him.

"No worries. I would have stopped us to get one if I wasn't on birth control. I've also been tested recently and I'm good in that department although I probably should get tested again to make sure since-"

Bickslow roughly kisses her to cut her off. "Stop right there. It's been months since the last time I had sex, and I'm clean but I'll get tested again with you. We'll take our chances this round but afterward, we'll use condoms."

"Are you sure? I mean it's been months for me too but-" Lucy is cut off again when Bickslow slams into her.

"I'm already here buried in your pussy with no barriers," he lifts her other leg, and it rests on his arm, so now both are draped over his elbows. He sits up on his knees and pushes his body forward causing her to curl on herself. He grabs her thighs to spread her legs further and slowly goes in and out of her.

Lucy tries to reach out and hold on to him but to no avail. She settles on the headboard behind her to brace herself as he picks up the pace. "Yes, Bickslow! Fuck me!"

He lifts her legs and leans himself forward into a diagonal plank-like position, pushing her legs back so her knees are on the sides of her head. His hands grip the headboard to hold himself up and fucks her hard a relentlessly. "Fuck L-Lucy."

The headboard is banging off the wall, their moans fill the room. Lucy feels so fucking good and Bickslow angles himself just right hitting spots she didn't know existed. She's never been fucked like this, so raw and animalistic. Hell, she had sex with this man last night and it wasn't as good as this, and wonders if it'll keep getting better and better. She tries to keep up with his frenetic pace, but he has her pinned. It's a damn good thing she does yoga on a daily or else this position would be a lot more uncomfortable. She's too worked up from the desire she has for this man to really care.

Bickslow can't get enough of this wanton woman, vocalizing how good he feels and to go harder and quicker. No other woman has left him with an extreme sexual desire or was this flexible. He imagines all the different positions he could put her in, seeing just how flexible she is, and makes a mental note to try them out later but right now he's close. He drops her legs to the bed and pulls her up with him when he sits back on his heels. One arm wrapped around her; a hand tangled in her hair.

Lucy wraps her legs around him and her nails dig into his shoulders when she holds on tightly as he thrusts up into her. He crashes his lips to her and fucks her mouth with his tongue; she tries to keep up but it's futile. She also tries to match his thrusts, but they stutter when he rubs her clit.

Bickslow grabs her hair and tilts her head to the side and kisses up her neck and when he reaches her ear he commands huskily, "Cum for me beautiful."

"Fuuuuck! Bickslow! Yes!" Lucy's walls tense around Bickslow's length and she can feel him throb in her when he reaches his climax with her.

"L-Lucy… Fuck…" Bickslow is out of breath from that orgasm. After he's done filling her, he releases her hair and they remain in that position holding onto each other, breathing heavily trying to catch their breath. They both can feel the other's erratic heartbeat.

"Oh my… that was…" Lucy can't even finish due to her still trying to catch her breath.

Once Bickslow's breathing is back to normal he manages to reply, "I concur." He pulls Lucy off of him and sets her down on the bed. He chuckles when she flops back on the bed.

He gets off of the bed and Lucy watches his naked ass walk into what appears to be a bathroom. She hears water running, and cupboards being opened and closed.

Bickslow walks back into the room, not bothered by the fact he's walking around naked, and heads to the dresser. He pulls out clothes, walks over to the bed, and hauls Lucy out of bed.

"Bickslow! What are you doing?"

"Your pretty little ass is showering with me."

Lucy follows him into the bathroom, and he opens the curtain holding it open for her to get in first. He follows behind her and it takes all his strength not to take her again when he sees the sight of water cascading down Lucy. They wash up, Bickslow liking the idea of her smelling like him. They both manage to behave themselves. It could be due to the fact their still trying to recuperate from that earth-shattering sex.

Wrapped up in a towel Lucy exits the bathroom. "I suppose I ought to gather my clothes."

"Hang on!" Bickslow follows her out and hands her the clothes he pulled out of his dresser, "Not sure how well they'll fit." Bickslow watches her put on her impromptu outfit as he puts on a pair of blue basketball shorts and a black tank. He could get used to seeing her in his clothes. She has on a pair of his blue and black plaid boxers and a plain blue t-shirt that goes down to her knees.

Lucy ties the bottom of the shirt into a knot, so it doesn't look like a dress. She leaves her navel visible and rolls the boxers up showing off more of her legs. Lucy strikes a pose and asks, "How do I look?"

In a husky tone, Bickslow replies, "fucking hot babe. Now let's head to the kitchen so I can make you dinner. I make a mean stir fry with rice noodles."

The sound of his voice causes a shiver to run down Lucy's spine. "S-sure," Lucy clears her throat then smiles at Bickslow, "I've worked up quite the appetite. What time is it anyway?"

Bickslow grabs Lucy's hand and walks her out of the room, "Around six."

"Six!" Lucy lets him take her hand and is surprised it's so late, but then again it's been a while since she's had such a fun day. The awesome sex helped. Bickslow just chuckles at her as they walk down the hall. Ahead of them is a door and she wonders what it leads to. They make a slight left and Lucy is left in awe. They enter the kitchen that has a curved kitchen island with a stovetop in the middle of it. As she steps further in she realizes it's an open-concept room and the living room is at the front of the house. To the left of the kitchen is the dining room.

She leans against the side of the counter as she watches him get out the ingredients, "Your home is beautiful."

"Thanks." He smiles at her as he sets out chicken, noodles, garlic, broccoli, and other things on his counter. "I fixed it sporadically over the years when I had the time and money. Laxus, Elfman, Gajeel, and Jellal helped out a lot."

As if it's a secret Lucy whispers, "Did you know this house is haunted?"

"That's what everyone in town told me and thought I was crazy for wanting to live here." He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't mind sharing my space with some souls. They're not bad tenants."

Lucy shakes her head, "If you say so. I didn't get a chance to see if the barn is still out back. Is it still there?" She watches in curiosity as he arranges everything on the counter to his liking. It reminds her of a show she watches on the cooking channel and the woman always stressing them to set up their workspace. Me on Plaza? That's not right.

"Misa Plas." Bickslow chuckles. She sounds like Natsu.

Lucy blushes, "I was talking out loud wasn't I?"

"Yup." The blush on her face is so cute. " I fixed the barn up too and it's the perfect place to do my work." He nods his head towards the dining room, "That dining room set, I made that."

Lucy walks over to it to get a better look. "Wow! That's beautiful!" She notices the legs of the table are totem poles, "why totem poles?"

"Come over here and help with dinner, I'll tell you about it." He rearranges everything in a way that makes it easier for them to cook together.

"I don't really cook all that much," Lucy says looking intimidated by everything.

Bickslow gets amusement out of the look of unease on her face, "Don't worry, it's easier than it seems."

"Says you." Lucy very reluctantly goes to him.

"Okay, you're going to put the noodles in the bowl and pour hot water over them so they can soak for about fifteen minutes, and I'll get started on getting the pan heated and prepping the chicken."

"Okay." Lucy sets about her task and does her best to not mess it up. There's a reason she's not allowed in the kitchen.

"So, did you know that the word totem is a misnomer that stems from totemism, which was thought to be the primordial religion of the communities that create totem poles?"

"No, I didn't know that!" Lucy is excited for the lesson because she loves learning new things.

"While this name provides an appealing mystery to the carvings, it is entirely inaccurate." He goes on to tell her all about the history and significance behind totem poles while directing her through dinner preparation.

She is actually having a lot of fun cooking with him even though he took over when they got to whisking eggs in the pan. She never thought she would find learning about totem poles so interesting. "So, are you part of a clan?"

"Nah, just something I took an interest in after I was requested to make one. I got curious and researched it as I did with tikis. Tiki culture is pretty cool too. Now, we squeeze a bit of lime juice, and voila!"

"Wow! That was simple. Where did you learn how to cook?"

"I used to cook with my mom a lot... So, I'm surprised we never ran into each other every time you visited."

They sit down at the table to eat. She doesn't question the sudden change in conversation, parents are a touchy subject for her too.

"That's because I purposely made sure I wouldn't run into anyone. I knew that if anyone saw me they would want me to stay, and I just didn't have the time. I had a bunch of projects I was working on, and I was focused on my career. Too focused on it. Gah, I've missed out on so much here."

"Well, you're here now so you can slow down and take the time to see everyone and catch up."

Throughout dinner and then cleaning the dishes and their mess, it's light conversation and laughs.

Lucy wipes her hands on a towel and looks around the room. "Geez, our clothes are all over the place." She begins to collect them.

Bickslow helps and says, "I don't know about you, but I was too into what, or rather who I was doing."

Lucy throws a piece of clothing at Bickslow which just so happens to be her panties.

He catches them and says, "I think I'll be keeping these."

Lucy storms up to him and makes to grab them from him just to have him hold them above his head. She growls, "Bickslow" and jumps to try to grab them again.

Bickslow looks down and watches her tits bounce. "Unless you want me to take you here, again, you better stop that."

"Well then give me my panties back."

Instead, he grabs her clothes, "Give me these, and I'll wash them for you." He has the washer, in a little hallway, started up before she can object.

She crosses her arms, "You know this means I'll have to stay longer."

He looks at her seriously and says "I want you to because I want to talk to you about something."

She replies, "What's that?"

Bickslow guides her to the couch and tells her she can confide in him about Ren. She doesn't have to hold everything in. He wants her to be honest with her feelings and not worry about his. He wants everything out in the open and she can cry on his shoulder.

She breaks down and cries and Bickslow holds her through it all. Lucy hasn't allowed herself to fully process everything. She cries over Ren. About how he could do that. How she thought Sherry was her friend. Was that the only time? If not, how long has it been going on? Why didn't he talk to her if he was unhappy? Or break up with her before sleeping with Sherry? It would have been a hell of a lot better than walking in on the two of them. She admits she's felt like the love wasn't anything there anymore she's just never confronted herself or him about it. She was once IN love with him but somewhere along the way, they fell out. It was like they were just co-existing together.

Bickslow rubs her back, "So, in essence, you weren't exactly in a relationship for a while. Having the title boyfriend and girlfriend doesn't mean anything if there is no love there. You obviously didn't mean anything to that son of a bitch if he couldn't take the time to talk to you before sleeping with Sherry."

Lucy cries, "I didn't talk to him either."

"But did you sleep with someone else behind his back?"

"Of course not! Although, I haven't actually told him our relationship has ended."

"The second you saw them together the relationship was over. He doesn't need to hear it to know it."

"I still need to talk to him to get closure on the matter…. Speaking of relationships. You didn't exactly play fair when you mentioned us being friends with benefits."

"Exclusively."

Lucy puts her arms around Bickslow. "Exclusively huh?"

"Yup. Sex with you is amazing and I really do like you so I'm not going anywhere. I know emotionally you're not ready for a relationship, you need to find yourself again. And that's alright because you're worth the wait."

"And how do you know that?"

"You're fun to be around. I feel like I can be myself around you. From what I've heard from everyone, you're quick-witted, tenacious, kindhearted, trustworthy, affable, and devoted. Not to mention Laxus speaks highly of you."

"He's biased." Lucy waves her hand.

"Nah, he wouldn't say anything that isn't the truth. He's really proud of you."

They make out on the couch and after a bit, Bickslow pulls away. "When do you want to leave"

Lucy gets really shy and says, "If you don't mind, I would like to stay."

"I don't mind at all." He kisses her and then points to the movies, "Pick something to watch while I put my bike and helmets in the garage."

Bickslow walks back in and sees Lucy getting comfortable on the couch. "So. what are we watching?"

"We are watching Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding. I can't believe you have this."

"Why's that?"

"It's just not a well-known movie which is surprising considering it has Elizabeth Olsen, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Jane Fonda in it."

"You'll find I'm full of surprises."

Bickslow puts a pillow behind his back where the arm of the couch is so he can stretch out. They fall asleep together, Lucy lying on top of him, her head and hand on Bickslow's chest. He has one arm behind his head and the other on Lucy's lower back. Their legs tangled together.

A/N: Gene Simmons is the lead singer of Kiss and is well known for his tongue.

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Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding is a great movie!