The sun shone through the curtains, gazing its light right down on Lucy. She squirmed in her bed but as she did, she felt something hard. She patted it, still half-awake. Wondering what it was, she opened her eyes slowly only to see Laxus' face right before her. If it weren't for his arms wrapped around her, she would've shot right up in the air.
"Laxus?!" she yelled in a hushed whisper.
She tried freeing herself from his arms but to no avail. With her frail and petite body against his rippling muscular one, it was obvious who had more strength. She was confident in her strength, but if she used her strength, she feared his arms would go flying. Having no other option, she just settled down, peering into his face.
"He's so cute when he sleeps," she mumbled to herself.
Upon closer inspection, his facial features were proportional and he had a nice jawline. He was the definition of a handsome muscular man. She could feel his muscles behind her as well as in front of her. Her body was pressed against his six-pack. She could feel her body temperature rising. If she didn't escape, she would die. She struggled one more but once again, to no avail.
"This is impossible," Lucy sighed.
"...Lucy," he mumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"Huh?" Lucy gasped as she felt her body pressed against his chest. She looked up at him, batting her eyes furiously. "Laxus...let go!"
She squirmed and struggled and after a minute, she gave up. Having nothing to do, she went back to inspecting his face. Despite his handsomeness, the one feature that stood out to her was that scar. That noticeable lightning-bolt shaped scar on his right eye. She freed one of her arms to reach up towards his face and touch it ever so lightly. Her fingers grazed against that scar as her eyes filled with pain.
It must've hurt a lot, she thought.
As she touched it, she noticed Laxus slowly waking up. His eyes were moving behind his eyelids and soon enough, they batted open. The sight to which he woke up to was one that he never would've imagined. There, in his arms, was Lucy smiling at him. Her hand was on his face and her body pressed tightly against his.
"Lucy?" he gasped.
Lucy smiled, those sweet honey eyes and lips drawing him in. "You mind letting go of me now? It's kind of hard to breathe," she struggled to say.
Laxus saw her paling face and noticed that it was he who had brought her close to him. He instantly let go and sat up, mumbling a quick apology to her. Remembering the events from last night, he now knew why Lucy was in the same bed as him.
"If you were awake, you should've woken me up, too," Laxus grumbled.
Lucy laughed, her morning laugh ringing like bells in the air. "You were so sound asleep that no matter how hard I tried, you were still fast asleep."
Laxus groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked towards her, those gray eyes settling down her brown ones.
"Did you sleep well though?" he asked, worriedly.
"Ah. I bet either Loki or Virgo told you, right?" she replied knowingly.
"Both," he answered.
"I see. Well, it's probably already disappeared," Lucy said, opening her shirt to reveal her breasts.
Laxus's eyes widened in shock and utter bewilderment as his face shot a bright red. He instantly looked away in embarrassment, yelling at her as he did so.
"Lucy! The hell?!" he exclaimed, turning away from her.
"What?" Lucy asked, not wondering what was wrong. "You've seen me naked already so does it really matter?"
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FanfictionLucy Heartfilia is a 16-year-old. Her mother had died early and her father's business collapsed. Finally having been able to join the most renown guild in Fiore, Fairy Tail, she thought she would finally have the family she had been missing all thes...