A/N: Hello, my lovelies! Thank you so much for the messages and the love you have showed this little fanfic. I had not written anything in a while and I was immensely worried about my writing style and quality. But this fic is coming back to me in bits and pieces and I wanted so much to blend all of those together! Please enjoy!

She could not pinpoint how much time she was frozen in place like that, simply staring inside the blond's amber eyes. Her hand was still touching his face, lightly, almost as if she were afraid to break him. Laxus's eyes were not ordinary, and maybe that is what drew her to him in the first place.

If she were honest with herself, it wasn't the first time she noticed how much he had grown. His mere look created funny feelings within the white haired mage. She knew he was a jackass. He made sure to prove it to her every day. But she could not help herself. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to wipe that stupid smirk of his face.

Then, she noticed he did not have one plastered on his face. His look was serene, but serious. He looked at her so intimately that Mira left out a shocked sigh. As her mouth formed the tiniest 'o', Laxus tightened his grip on her waist. He did not realise he was holding his breath, until he breathed out softly.

Mirajane slowly snapped out of the trance she was in when his hot breath fleetingly grazed her plump lips.

"Um, thanks Laxus" she replied so quietly he could have missed it. However, her words broke him out of the She-Devil's spell. He slowly untangled his arms from the petite girl. Mirajane was standing on her own then, but she felt dizzy. Not alcohol dizzy though.

Laxus held her gaze for a few more moments and then he abruptly turned around. He needed to take shelter away from her cerulean orbs. Otherwise, he might do something he would regret. Fairy Tail mages were his extended family, even if he did not feel like that at all times. Thus, they were off limits.

There was not really any member of Fairy Tail he had considered crossing the line for. Enter the Demon.

"You really are a douche" she spat at him. He turned around and he saw her crossing her arms, a livid look on her face. Yes, she was pissed. He did not know what was wrong with him, but that look made his cock twitch again. Fucking witch. "Thank you for the silent treatment of the past 10 minutes" she said sarcastically. The hue of her voice made it clear she was pissed.

10 minutes? How the fuck did he zone out for 10 minutes. And he was doing it again.

Mirajane snorted loudly. "You know what, Laxus? Fuck you" she shouted at him, venom in her voice. "If you don't want company, fine. But nobody treats me like that. So, fuck you". She took one last look at him and turned around quickly, walking away. She could not quite place her reaction. It was not the first - or last - time that Laxus would be uncharacteristically rude towards her. He was not even excessively impolite. But he was ignoring her. And she could not take it. It wasn't often that a person treated her the way Laxus did and even if someone did, she would make sure to make them pay. But she did not want to hurt him (that much). For the first time in her interaction with the blond haired mage, she was not feeling angry, but... sad. And she did not like that.

Before she could take two steps, he grabbed her by the wrist. Mira was shocked at the contact. Not because he tried to stop her. But suddenly, there were goosebumps all over her body. Maybe it's his magic, she unsuccessfully tried to make sense of her reaction to his touch.

She did not turn around. She did not feel ready to confront him. They stayed like that for some seconds until she heard his voice come out, hoarse and baritone. "I- I didn't mean to" he mumbled. "Sorry" he apologised.

Mirajane sighed and turned to him again, searching for his eyes. "You had a rough day. It's okay" she spoke to him in a sweet, almost caring voice. Laxus was dumbfounded. Her tone with him was so delicate and honest that he found himself mesmerised at the warm feeling it triggered. "Come on, let's go sleep" she instructed.

He was still holding her wrist in his giant palms. He felt cold when he let her go and walked behind her. It's the alcohol, he argued inside his mind.

"Where are you staying?" she asked as they were making their way through the empty streets.

"The only dumpster in town that had a room available was Joe's Inn. Next to the stadium" he blurted out, nonchalantly. He placed his hands in his pockets, as he was not sure what to do with them. Inwardly, he wanted to touch the demon again.

"Well, look at that. Seems like we are heading to the same place" she chuckled, amused. He couldn't help it when his own lips turned upwards. Was this fate? No, he did not believe in such kinds of shit. He contemplated whether that was a good or a bad thing.

On one hand, he would be able to go to his room and faint there without any unnecessary trips to escort the little Strauss to her own room. He was very pleased for that. On the other hand, it could be dangerous to have her stay at the same place he did. He turned his attention to his silver haired companion and took her in, watching her from behind. Her little skirt was slowly riding up her thighs and Laxus found himself disappointed he was not able to see more of her flesh. That porcelain flesh of hers. Out of nowhere, he had the strange impulse to mark it and stain it. But he had to avoid such instincts.

The way she was swaying her hips did not help. He wondered if Mirajane always walked that way or if she did it on purpose, for his own enjoyment. Get real, Laxus. Why would she do that for you? He was pretty convinced she hated him on some level. After all, most of their interactions ended up with him bullying her in his own way.

As she taking another step, he saw her big, blue orbs locking him there. She was gazing at him over her shoulder, her white hair framing her angelic face gracefully. But her expression was nowhere near that of an angel's. It was sultry and twisted. Much fitted for a demon.

She had noticed that Laxus slowed down his pace. She could feel his eyes burning on her back and ass. She was tipsy and stupid, but she couldn't help wanting him to look at her. She wanted him to want her. For that, she put a little more effort in her stroll around the streets. She smirked at him when she noticed his conflicted expression. He wanted to rip her apart, she could read it in his eyes. But he looked shocked at her too, too surprised to act upon it.

She smirked at him and diverted her gaze from him, looking ahead once again.

"We are here" she stated, matter-of-factly. Laxus did not reply, letting a much needed silence spread among them. As he took note of the decayed sign of "Joe's", he felt an impending sense of doom. A doom named Mirajane Strauss.

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