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Lucy took a deep breath through her nose, savoring the divine scent hovering in the air. Her stomach grumbled for the 10th time in response, telling her it desperately craved for breakfast. Laxus was torturing her! How could he expect her to just sit still and wait as he was doing his magics in the kitchen? Especially when the whole house was filled with these otherworldly aromas. They made her drool like crazy. Though it wasn't the only reason her mouth was watering...

Not being able to control her 'hunger' any longer, Lucy quietly stood up from the sofa Laxus had sat her down on in the living room. Mischievous smile on her lips she tiptoed toward the kitchen, guided by the scents carrying over to her from there. She felt like a kid on her way to steal candy. Upon reaching the kitchen entrance, she peeked through the doorway. There, behind the stove, stood her man, black apron shielding his clothes and matching bandana keeping his blonde hair hidden.

Lucy bit her lower lip. This was a side of Laxus only very few and lucky people knew about. Laxus loved cooking. And not just that, he took it extremely seriously and was very skilled at it too. While she was barely able to make a basic sunny-side up from an egg, he could turn the same egg into a first grade, five star omelet. She made food, he made culinary masterpieces. Yet, that wasn't even the main reason why she loved his cooking so much.

No. The reason why she was so absolutely addicted to it was the man himself. The sight of Laxus standing behind the kitchen counter did things to her, things it shouldn't have been able to do. The apron, the bandana, the serious expression as he concentrated and those rolled up sleeves revealing his forearms... Oh, those arms! Lucy swallowed as she watched the subtle flexing of his forearm muscles as the man chopped up tomatoes. The sight made her knees go weak and brought forth memories of their 7th date, very delicious memories.

Laxus had invited her over for a dinner. Back then she didn't think much of it. They had dined at her place couple times before, always eating take-away, which was what she had assumed they were going to have that time too. But how wrong had she been. Nothing could have prepared her mentally for it, the sight of Laxus opening the door in his chef outfit. Never before had the idea of finding someone wearing a cook's attire attractive crossed her mind, but when he stood before her in that black apron and bandana, sleeves rolled up and forearms exposed... Now that was hot! There was something so fundamentally sexy about it that it stirred her in some primal level.

The scene had left her in such a state of trance that she hardly could remember Laxus leading her to the dining table and asking her to wait as he finished preparing their dinner. A request that fell on deaf ears.

Seeing Laxus behind the stove, delicately adding spices to the stew, skillfully flipping the vegetables on the pan with arm muscles flexing deliciously and sensually tasting a sauce had aroused her in away nothing has till date. It was like she was intoxicated by the sight in front of her, the alluring aromas around her only making it worse.

Next moment she found herself in Laxus' bed naked and out of breath, content and happy, with Laxus laying beside her in very much the same condition. It was a shame that she had missed the first ever meal prepared by him for her, but she didn't regret it one bit. She had absolutely loved every second of their dinner date, even without the actual dinner itself. And so had Laxus, though it didn't stop him from being bitter about the ruined meal for the next few days. But that only showed how serious he was about cooking.

And she loved him for it.

Sometimes a little too much, if asked from the man himself. Hence the reason why dinner dates at Laxus' place were a rare treat. It wasn't just a time or two that she had not been able to control herself around Laxus the chef, leading to a ruined dinner and annoyed Laxus over it. Eventually she got banned from the kitchen whenever he picked up the apron. To quote Laxus, she was apparently 'infuriating distraction' and 'safety hazard' (she might or might not have made him almost cut his finger off one time).

The mischievous smile grew to a devilish one on her lips. Lucy knew that Laxus didn't want her anywhere near the kitchen while he was working there, but since today was such a special day - it was their 2nd dating anniversary after all - maybe he would forgive her for braking the rules a little.

Slipping in to the kitchen, Lucy continued to tiptoe until she reached the dining table and carefully climbed on top of it. Like a stalking feline she crawled on the other side, sitting then on the edge right behind Laxus. The only times she managed to sneak up on the man were when he was cooking, at times like that he was uncharacteristically ignorant of his surroundings. This time too he was completely unaware of her approaching presence.

Lucy pressed her lips tightly together as she tried to contain a giggle threatening to slip loose. She lifted her right food on the table to silently slip her sock off and then extended the leg straight. With a feathery light touch her toes pressed against Laxus back, right between his shoulder blades. The man's whole body jerked a little at the contact, then tensed up as she started to slide her toes down along his spine. "Lucy." Her name came out in a low, warning pitch as Laxus placed the knife in his hand down and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Licking her lips, Lucy took one of the apron's strings between her toes and pulled. The knot came loose easily and the strings dropped lazily to the sides. Curling her toes around the fabric of his shirt next, she started to tug the piece of clothing out of his pants. Through all this, Laxus stood still, facing the wall and hands griping the edge of the counter. He had warned her once, there was not going to be a second one, and it was up to her now how this would play out.

When Lucy managed to pull the shirt's hem loose, she immediately slipped her feet under the fabric. The second there was skin-to-skin contact, Laxus lost it. "That's it," he growled while spinning around. He yanked the bandana off, followed by the apron, throwing them on the table next to her. As their eyes met, there was a feral glare in Laxus' gaze, which send chills down her back. Those kind of chills that made your toes curl and spine tingle.

For a second she thought (wished) that he would have his way with her right then and there on the kitchen table, but as she should have guessed the kitchen was a sacred ground for the man. Instead of Laxus embrace Lucy found herself airborne. With a startled squeak escaping her mouth she was hoisted up from the table and unceremoniously thrown over a board shoulder. "It seems someone just ordered themselves a punishment instead of bacon and pancakes," Laxus stated, voice laced with amused annoyance, before biting her on the thigh.

Lucy yelped surprised at the sensation, but then broke into giggles. The pain from the bite was registered as pleasure and only managed to add fuel to the fire burning inside of her. When Laxus turned to turn off the stove - the poor bacon still only half baked - she lifted his shirt up and gave his back one long wet lick. Revenge!

Shivers of disgust run up Laxus back. "Hey!" he snapped repulsed, then nudged his shoulder, making her whole body jerk. "Behave, Blondie," he demanded while carrying her out of the kitchen. This made Lucy's giggles turn into genuine laugh, the anticipation growing ever more in her guts. Without a fight she allowed the man to carry her all the way to their bedroom. No bacon and pancakes could ever win against the sweet pleasure she was served there. Though someone was surely going to be bitter again about the ruined meal.