“Laxus, this is Aliya.” Mirajane
introduced them, “She’s new to Fairy Tail, and we’d like you to get her settled
in the area.”
“Not likely.” He said gruffly,
not turning around. He knew what the women mages were like. They were crazy
like Erza, or drunks like Cana. Even Mirajane was too delicate. No, Laxus was
not interested in working with the women of Fairy Tail.
“This isn’t a request, Laxus.”
That was the Master.
“I won’t be a bother.” A new
voice said, a voice that had to be Aliya. Laxus turned with a grumble, and his
eyes settled on the new mage. He had to admit, she was a bomb. Her hips curved
in the right places, and her small waist flowed up to the swell of her breasts.
Her curled brown hair tumbled over her shoulders and light brown eyes looked at
him through thick lashes, amused as if she knew where his thoughts were.
“She will stay with you until
suitable housing can be found, and will accompany you on your missions.”
Mirajane said.
“So I’m babysitting.” Laxus
summarised, not breaking eye contact with Aliya who grinned and answered,
“Basically.”
Mirajane and the Master left to
let them get better acquainted.
“So what’s your magic?” He
asked.
“I can see into the minds of
others.” She said, “I’m still working on it, it’s more useful for infiltration
and stuff.” Laxus grunted. He could see how it could be useful, but it didn’t
really seem all that powerful. “And yours is….?” She trailed off.
“Dragon Slayer, Lightning.”
“No way! That’s so cool!” He
looked over at her with an eyebrow raised and she composed herself. “I mean,
that’s interesting.”
He grinned, “Come on, we’ll look
for a house for you later.”
Aliya followed him out of the
guild and to a house that was just around the corner. Stepping inside, she
looked around curiously. “It’s really… bare.” She said. Shelves were bare, the
walls were empty.
“I’m on missions most of the
time.” He answered, shrugging his coat off.
“Sounds exhausting.”
“Well what did you do with your
time then?” He turned to look at her and saw that she had spread out on his
couch.
“Well I’m from Phantom Lord
right? So we just messed around between missions.”
“You’re from Phantom Lord?” He
asked, shocked. He couldn’t imagine her in that guild, at all!
“Yeah, when we were kids my
friend wanted to join them really badly so I just followed along. But I’ve
grown tired of them, they’re not very nice people so I came here.” She said it
so breezily, Laxus had a hard time believing that she just upped and left
Phantom Lord… but it didn’t really matter.
She stayed in his house for a
few days, and Laxus was honestly having a hard time. It wasn’t that she was
loud or irritating or made a mess of his house, because she was none of that.
It was subtler things, like the fact that she didn’t bring any clothes from
Phantom Lord so she was walking around his house in one of his t-shirts for
pyjamas. It was that she didn’t mind about walking around in a towel after she
finished a shower. It was that she was actually a cool person that he could
joke around with. Laxus liked her, and he saw this as a problem.
He wasn’t a relationship kind of
guy. He liked to have fun with his girls, and then have them leave him alone,
but he was assigned to Aliya. He couldn’t just make her leave, he’d have to
stick this one out.
“Laxus!” She called from the
spare bedroom.
“What?”
“Could you come here?”
He got up grudgingly and walked
to her room. He leaned against the doorframe and smirked at her. She was stood
in her underwear, and he found himself trailing his eyes down those long legs.
“Laxus!” She said, grabbing his
attention, “There’s a, erm… a…”
“A what?”
She pointed to the wall of the
room above her dresser. Laxus looked and burst out laughing.
“Laxus!”
“Ali, that’s a spider! You’re a
mage, just kill it!”
“Lax…” She whined. “I can’t get
dressed, it’s on top of my dresser! What if there’s a whole family of them in
my clothes?”
“Well I guess that’s your
problem,” he said with a laugh, “because I’m rather fond of that outfit.” He
walked back down the stairs, knowing full well that she would follow him. He
waited a few seconds before hearing the soft pad of bare feet trail after him.
“It’s not fair! It’s your house,
so you should kill it!”
“It’s just a spider, let the
poor thing live.”
“Laxus!” She groaned, before
dropping on the couch next to him, exasperated. “Well, what will it take for
you to kill it?” She asked, a sly edge to her voice that he hadn’t heard
before.
“What are you willing to give?”
He asked, his body turned slightly towards her, his arms stretched over the
back of the couch.
“Well…” She purred, as she
slowly got up and turned to face Laxus. She placed one knee on the couch, and
then another, and then she was straddling him. “How about a better view of this
outfit that you love so much?”
Laxus grinned, his hands coming
down and latching on to her hips, pulling her closer to him. He could feel the
heat of her body seep through his clothes.
“How about a kiss?” He asked
teasingly.
“A kiss? That’s a bit greedy.”
“Well it is a very big spider.”
He said mockingly, and he could see the flash of challenge in her eyes. She
leaned forward, gently bracing her hands on his chest to steady herself. He
could feel her warm breath on his lips but made no move to meet them. She had
to do it herself. Her brown eyes met with his once more before flicking down to
his lips. She leaned in, finally connecting the two of them together.
Then everything exploded.
One of Laxus’ hands tangled
itself in her hair, the other pulled her hips close to his as he pressed up
into her. They met in a clash of teeth and tongues and strangled moans. Her
breaths were harried when they broke apart, her moans louder as Laxus latched
onto her neck. She could feel him everywhere, and a sense of excitement awoke
in her as she felt him hardening underneath her. She couldn’t make herself turn
back, she couldn’t deny how much she wanted this. She rolled her hips, digging
into his crotch and felt the vibration of a groan on her neck.
“Lax, bed.” She managed to get
out, but Laxus didn’t seem interested. She pulled on his hair but that only
seemed to egg him on as his hands tightened and his lips moved faster.
“Lax.” She said again, and in a
flurry he stood up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her,
his lips meeting hers once again. They made it to the stairs when he pressed
her harshly against a wall, loving the breathless gasp that fell from her lips.
His hands groped and clenched around her butt cheeks as he held her up,
moulding the hot flesh between his fingers. Her legs tightened around him,
pressing hard against the stiff confines of his pants and he knew he couldn’t
wait much longer. They made it up the stairs in record time and she was thrown
on his bed, messing up the covers but neither of them cared.
Laxus descended on her with a
passion, an exchange of lightning with every touch. His lips trailed along her
collarbone to her shoulder. He kissed the exposed flesh as he pulled down the
strap of her bra. She arched her back for him, allowing him to sneak his hand
behind and deftly unclasp the lace. It was thrown to the side, a dull thud as
it hit the wall. But Aliya didn’t hear that. She didn’t hear anything but the
pounding of blood through her ears and the sound of Laxus as she chanted his
name in a whisper. His teeth closed around a nipple, his tongue stretching
around and circling the bud. Her head fell back into the pillow and a moan
escaped her lips.
She felt calloused fingers slide
down her stomach and pause to caress her hipbones before diving under her
panties and stroking her, his fingers curling up into her. He chuckled against
her skin as he felt how wet she was, and felt himself pulse painfully as he
deprived himself. He needed her, there wasn’t more time to wait, she was ready
enough. Her echoed moans of his name told him that.
He slid the last scrap of cloth
from her and it joined the bra on the floor, and then he sat up admiring her.
The breathless woman trailed her hand up his chest, loving the way his eyes
closed as he revelled in her touch. She skimmed her fingers along hard muscles
and toned skin, his shirt moving up with her. Her tongue followed, trailing a
path that left him groaning. His shirt was thrown to the side, and then there
was an urgency in her nimble fingers as they undid his pants and pushed them
down his thighs. He cast them off as he regained control, leaning down over her
as he forced her back down on the bed.
“Ready?” He asked quietly.
It sent a jolt through her heart
that he was checking to make sure she was ok, “yes.” She breathed, and then he
sheathed himself inside her. They stayed like that for a moment as they
adjusted. It wasn’t her first time, but it had been a while. Aliya was tight
and squeezed at his cock. He groaned and buried himself in her neck as her
hands descended on thick muscular shoulders. Her hips bucked into him and he
took that at a message. He pulled out and rammed back in, setting a pace that
kept her gasping.
Oh god, Lax, just there.
Her voice seemed to echo in his
mind and he couldn’t help it as he leaned to capture her lips, the new angle
making their bodies touch at every point. Their groans grew louder with every
thrust, every haphazard movement that pushed them towards the edge. He could
feel her tightening around him, her eyes flying wide and unseeing to the world
around them. She felt only him, she saw only him.
Lax, I’m-!
I
know he thought back, thrusting twice more before
stilling as she clenched around him, bringing his own climax with it.
He collapsed on top of her,
rolling to the side and pulling her to his tired body.
“Shhh.” He whispered, closing
his eyes in the warm afterglow as sleep overcame them.
*** Extended
Ending ***
It wasn’t quite morning when
Aliya woke up to find herself still held to a muscular chest. Tilting her head
she saw the spiked blond hair of her sleeping bed-mate. She lightly kissed his
chest, light brushes of lips that made him stir.
“Stop it.” He grumbled.
She kissed his neck, “why?” she
moved one leg over so she was atop him and continued her ministrations. On the
inside she was frightened. Was it just a one night stand? Was she supposed to
leave when she woke up? She hoped not.
“Because if you don’t, I’m going
to have to take you all over again.” His eyes squinted open to the mischievous
eyes above him.
“I fail to see how that’s a
problem.” She said, kissing his lips lightly.
His hand trailed to her waist
and thumbed over a faint bruise that was starting to show through her creamy
skin. A bruise shaped familiarly like his hand.
“Laxus.” She said, forcing him
to lock eyes with her. “Fuck me again.”
Her demand turned him on, there
was no lying about that. With a quick turn he was hovered above her, her
excited shriek dying as he took her lips.
“If you insist.”
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