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Chapter XIII: The Little Phoenix

X—X

A week later, they entered through Sabertooth's doors. Everyone started cheering when they saw Sting's smirk, walking inside sided by Ivy and Rogue. Lector made first contact, jumping into the arms of his dragon slayer, tears running down his face. Frosch was quick to grab Rogue and, to everyone's surprise, Sorano tugged Ivy into a tight hug. After greetings, some more hugs, and a lot of tears, they quickly ushered the mages away to rest.

The following day, Yukino entered the guild, said hello to her companions and moved to the library, to catch up on some work. She frowned when she saw the lights were already on, but shook her head when she noticed the telltale of Ivy's boots perched up against the wall. Yukino shouted her greeting, heard her singing hers in return, and moved to work.

When they finally took a break, hours later, Yukino prepared them some food. They sat down to eat on their favorite couch, as they bantered back and forth.

"I thought I told you to take it easy."

"I am taking it easy!" Ivy waved a cookie at her. "I'm walking to the shelves to put the books away!"

Yukino snorted. "You should be resting. You used up all your magic, Ivy."

"I'm fine. It's been a week, Yuki." Ivy rolled her eyes. "That's more than enough time."

"How are you? No more nightmares?"

"I'm fighting them. I found a sort of solution." She admitted, stirring her tea.

"Which is…?"

"His office. Or, if the nightmare is bad enough, outside his room."

"Why don't you just ask to sleep with him?" the white-haired girl asked, and the sound mage choked.

"What?!"

"Think about it! What's a better way to know that he's alive when you wake up from a nightmare? Wake up next to him!"

"Yuki, you're insane." She rolled her eyes. "Plus, we're kind of in a weird place right now."

"Why?"

"Well, ever since he kissed me that day in the infirmary-!"

It was Yukino's turn to choke. "What?!"

"What do you mean, what?"

"You never told me that!"

"I thought you knew; Rogue caught us!"

"What?!" she shrieked. "Oh, he most certainly did not tell me! But you will, so start talking!"

"It was the day I woke up; Rogue took me to see him, I hugged him, he made a move, and I kissed him back. We both forgot Rogue was still in the room."

"Hm. You're lucky it was Rogue, because had it been me, that story would have spread like wildfire."

"I know."

"How was it?"

"Very nice." She blushed. "He can kiss."

"Open mouth, tongue-twirling hot?"

"No. Sweet. Feather-soft. Precious."

"What about a make out?"

"Hence the weird place. We, huh… haven't kissed again after that."

Yukino pouted, but then noticed Ivy's face. "What is it?"

"Dobengal came to find me last night."

"Aw, shit. What did he say?"

"That he admired me. That when I left with him when Sting and I were fighting, he saw just how powerful I was. And that when Rogue told everyone what had happened to me, he didn't want to wait to almost lose me to tell me how he felt."

"What does he feel?"

"That he likes me. Romantically." She sighed. "I told him I don't feel the same. That I like someone else. But I don't think that was enough for him."

"You and Sting need to get together. But while that doesn't happen… don't go on missions with him. Avoid being alone with him. And tone down with the kindness."

"I'll try. Do you think I should tell Sting?"

"About Dobengal? Noo, never. Only if he crosses a line. Otherwise, Sting might actually whack him dead."

"What about you and Rogue?"

"Nothing." She smiled sadly. "I told you; he doesn't feel sexual attraction."

"You should make a move." Ivy smiled. "He'll respond."

"…you think so?"

"Definitely."

"…okay."

–X–

Ivy sighed as her eyes ran over the intricate language on the documents in her hand. Officials and their damn needs to make everything sound so pompous and rich, while all of it could be narrowed down to three to five direct sentences. She placed the end of the pen between her lips, frowning as she deciphered another paragraph. She wrote a little note on the side and carried on.

She looked up to look at Sting, who was downright glaring at the document in front of him, elbow on the desk, and leaning his head on his fist. His hair was spiked up, but one little lock stubbornly fell over his forehead, and the dragon slayer kept blowing it away. His eyes were focused, twirling the pen between his fingers. She watched the motion, fluid and almost easy.

"I swear, these guys..." he grumbled. "Almost want to make them rewrite the whole fucking report."

"What's up?" she asked.

"Orga and Rufus." he complained "They don't know the meaning of chronological."

Ivy giggled. "One is bored, the other cares very little for explanations. You can guess from there."

"Yeah..." he huffed "But I'm the one that has to present this shit."

"You're doing great so far." she mused.

"This is why I love when Yukino's reports or even yours appear on my desk. All I have to do is put them in the 'ready' pile." the blond ran a hand through his hair.

"I'll start adding non-existent monsters that I fought to mine, then." she grinned, and he looked up to her with an amused glare.

"Now, why would you give me even more trouble like that, Ivy?"

"I thought you had figured it out by now," she smirked, looking back at her own documents. "Giving you trouble is all I'm ever going to do... master."

His heart skipped a beat at the way her tone dropped in the last word. She licked her lips and placed the end of the pen back between them, her focus zeroing back on the document. She was sitting sideways on the armchair, head resting against the back of it. One of her legs was swung over the other, and Sting saw how her skirt hitched up, revealing the long and creamy expanse of her thick thighs.

Oh, I wanna bite those, he thought, wiping his mouth with his thumb. Her hair was flickered back, cascading down her back in waves of orange, and the afternoon sunrays played on her lashes, giving her eyes an even brighter color. She was so beautiful, truly breathtaking, and she did not even realize it. She didn't even know she made his heart skip a beat, and the blood rush through him.

"There, done." she declared, and Sting dropped his eyes to his own documents.

He saw her stand up from the corner of his eye, and walk to his own desk. She dropped the files in front of him, and he glanced at them. He was surprised to see she had grabbed the ones he was leaving for last, due to their complexity. He raised an eyebrow, flickering through them to see her notes on the margins.

"I'm impressed." he declared.

"I did grow up in a wealthy family, Sting." she spoke "Despite not liking bureaucracy, I do understand it."

"You never told me much about what your family did." he commented.

"They started as merchants, but the business sky-rocketed. They were, are, new money." she went around the desk and leaned back against it, sighing. "My Uncle tried to shape me into the family business, given that he himself didn't have children. But I'm not one to force promises on people that I can't keep."

"What do they trade?" he frowned, rereading the same sentence three times.

"Wood." she declared. "A special kind of wood, that grows in a protected area that was purchased by my grandpa. Very rare too."

"Interesting..." he nodded, taking a deep breath. "Didn't want to pursue the family business?"

"No offense, but when it came to choosing between horridly boring meetings with a group of lords that are just at the age to trip and die, and my magic, the decision was exceptionally easy." she declared, and Sting chuckled.

"Good." he nodded. "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad to be here too. 'Myriad' is spelled with a 'y'." she pointed out, and Sting's eyes jumped to the middle of the page.

"Thanks..." he nodded, and corrected the word.

"Why does Rufus insist on using fancy language on his mission reports?" She frowned.

"Because he thinks that I have nothing better to do."

"Send it back and say 'write it in crayon next time'." she giggled, and Sting snorted.

"I'd pay to see the look on his face." he flipped the page. "And I still have an S class mission from Rogue to review, and those are a pain."

"Why? He doesn't strike me as one to be messy writing reports." she crossed her legs, and Sting had to look away.

"Hm, S class missions involve a bit more documentation than the usual ones. Not only do I have to present the mission report, but I also have to give them the S class certificate, the mage's S class certificate, a damage report, and this whole other shitload of paperwork..." he sighed "It's a hassle, to say the least."

"Bummer." she pursed her lips. "But you got this."

"Yeah..." he closed the file and slapped it on the 'Ready' pile. "I have to."

"You look stressed." she noticed.

"Two weeks of paperwork piled up will leave you stressed." he commented and looked away when she rubbed her thighs together.

"Still. You need to learn to take a break." Ivy brushed the stubborn hair away from his face.

His eyes jumped to hers when her hand fell on his cheek and stayed there. He gulped, fighting off the blush that threatened to cover his cheeks. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes, a gentle smile and a slight blush on her own cheeks. Sting licked his lips and gulped, watching as her eyes fell to the motion of his pink tongue.

"Ivy." he did not know if it was a plea or a warning, but he was not sure he could stop his rapidly beating heart.

"Sting." her whisper was gentle, kind, but carried a strange tone, a deeper meaning, an instinctual calling. And when she bit her lower lip, he snapped.

"Come here."

He raised a hand and cupped her face, tugging her down for a kiss. She went willingly, bending down to his sitting height. Her hand fell to the side of his neck, grasping it as Sting's kiss became more demanding, deeper. She whimpered against his mouth when he fisted her hair, pulling her closer to him.

He eventually decided that what he was getting was not enough, so he stood up. His chair slammed against the bookshelf behind him, but he did not care. He stepped into her personal space, his free hand falling to her waist, and pressed her to him. Ivy grabbed a handful of his shirt and pushed him away. Sting went willingly, and watched as she took deep breaths, eyes scrunched shut. She was shivering, and the dragon slayer gulped, fearing he had pushed her too far.

"Ivy...?" he tried, caressing her reddening cheeks, ignoring how her red lips looked so enticing.

"More." she whispered.

He smiled and followed suit, because who was he to deny such request, especially when spoken in that needy little voice? He pulled her in to a gentler kiss, molding his mouth to hers as he cradled her face like she was something special. He wanted to be sweet, but he also wanted to be rough, because the dragon inside him roared at him to claim such willing mate. But he couldn't, not yet.

He froze when he felt it. Or rather, his mind froze, because his body acted on instinct. Because in one moment, he was pressing Ivy to his desk, and the other, she parted her legs, allowing him to slide closer. And suddenly, his hands were gripping her thighs and he was dropping her on his desk, having swept his papers to the side.

She moaned in such a delicious, sinful way that Sting had to pull back from the kiss to take a deep breath. That turned out to be his greatest mistake, because the air was now impregnated with her musky odor. He cursed under his breath, moving his hand from her hair to her neck, tilting her head back so that he could bury his face on the crook of her neck, taking deep breaths of the mouth-watering scent.

Her hand raised to tug on his spike locks, and Sting allowed his canines to scratch the sensitive skin of her neck before kissing her again, taking more and more of what she willingly gave. She whimpered his name, her free hand trailing down his chest to splay over his covered abs. He felt the hand clench and stretch, slightly bunching up his shirt.

Noting her hesitation, perhaps wonder if she was even allowed to touch him like that, he was quick to grab her hand and push it under his shirt, cursing when her cool palm touched his heated skin. Luckily, she did not take his swearing the wrong way; rather she dragged her nails down his chest, making him hiss and buckle against her.

"Fucking hell, Ivy..." he whispered against her mouth.

He grabbed the back of her knee and dragged her closer, wrapping that leg around his hips. His palm slid up her naked skin, and went under the skirt. She spread her legs wider and the hand on her hair lowered to the side of her neck, his thumb caressing her throat. She parted her lips and Sting pushed his tongue inside her mouth, melting with the sweet moan that escaped her.

He pulled away to take a deep breath, resting his forehead against hers. If he kept going, things were going to get out of hand fast, and the last thing he wanted was to have her on his desk. Scratch that, he did want to have her on his desk, but he didn't want their first time to be like that. He wanted to see her free, to watch her blushed cheeks, and how she was sure to bite on the back of her hand to keep the sounds in.

"We, hum... we should slow down for a bit." he tried, his rapid heart matching his breathing.

"Y-yeah..." she gulped. "For a bit."

He opened his eyes to look at her, shiny and glazed. She looked satisfied, and this was one look that Sting would never let anyone see but himself. His thumb brushed her lower lip, red and swollen from his abuse. He saw the small scrape that his teeth had made on her neck, on the left side, and something in him ignited. His guild mark on the right... his mate mark on the left. He shook his head, dispersing the thought, but he knew he was merely filing it away for later that night.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded shakily. "Y-yeah..."

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." he admitted, gulping.

And, as always, she surprised him by replying "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to do it."

"You're perfect." he brushed her hair behind her ear. "My perfect little phoenix."

She flushed red. "My dragon."

A/N: hehehehehe come on, you know as well as I do that we needed a makeout scene.

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