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Accidents and Incidents.9: Cigars

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"Mmmm," Mirajane hummed as she slowly peeked her eyes opened. "You been up long?"

"Feels that way," Laxus said from his chair, where he'd rolled into the room, plate in hands. "Been waiting forever for you."

"Sorry," she yawned as she only laid there, staring at him. Lifting up a hand, she pointed lazily at the plate he was holding. "That for me?"

Nodding, he said, "Breakfast in bed."

"Really now?" Pushing up some, she said, "Wow. I shouldda started making out with you weeks ago."

For a moment, the two only stared at one another. There was a feint amount of light coming through the window, just enough so it was dark no longer and gave them a chance to engage in that awkward eye contact they currently had going on.

"Yeah," Laxus finally grumbled. "Well. No one was ever stopping you."

With a yawn as she did so, Mirajane finally moved to get out of bed.

"So you can get into your chair no problem now?"

"Demon," he grumbled as she came to take the plate from him. "What part of in bed didn't you understand?"

"It would have been awkward," she said, grinning then as she got passed the blush she had going before. "Me in bed and you…sitting there."

Again, the moment became gauche easily, but to avoid it, Laxus only handed off the plate before releasing the breaks on his wheelchair and backing up.

"Whatever," he grumbled softly. "Let's-"

"And you didn't answer about getting into your chair," she reminded. "I mean, gosh, Lax, I thought last night was just a fluke or something, but twice in a row? And without even waking me? We were lying right next to each other. Gosh, what do you even need me for anymore?"

A lot of things. A lot. But he didn't feel like going over that with her that day. Or any day. At all.

He didn't get a chance to either. They were walking out of the room then and there was no place for Mirajane's eyes to go other than across the living room it opened into and onto the kitchen. Which, of course, was completely trashed.

Because, hey; Laxus could make breakfast. He could make a damn good breakfast. But he could not do it without making a mess. Sue him. There were trade offs in life. And that was one of them.

"Laxus, what the heck did you do to the kitchen?"

Mirajane, apparently, didn't know about said trade offs.

"I made breakfast."

"And you didn't clean it up…why?"

Laxus only rolled on, heading over to the card table to where his plate awaited.

"I ain't no maid, woman," he grumbled. "You're lucky I pretended to be a caring chef."

She could only huff before, slowly, carrying her plate over to the table to join him.

"You're helping me clean that when we're finished eating," she told him to which Laxus only made a face. "Just FYI."

"I can't. I'm disabled."

"Your legs might be," she said simply, "but I have yet to see anything wrong with your arms. Perhaps a tad overly muscular, but-"

"Overly- You can't be serious." Laxus dropped his fork and lifted his arms up, flexing for her. "This is not overly anything. This is perfection. This is exactly what a body should be. The most masterful expression of the human body your puny eyes will ever be allowed to look upon. My arms are a gift from above."

Mira only stared. "Can they do dishes?"

"No, they-"

"Then they aren't perfection."

Growling, Laxus said, "When I said no, I meant that they don't want to. And won't."

"Right. Because they aren't perfection."

"Yes they are!"

"Not if they can't do dishes they aren't."

"Fine!" he yelled. "You want me to do dishes? Huh? Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Very much."

"Then I'll do them. Happy? Huh? Am I perfect now?"

Mira was grinning even though he was all worked up and, after taking a bite of her omelet, she said simply, "This is a tad too cheesy-"

"Mirajane."

Giggling, she said, "We can clean up together, Laxus. It'll be faster that way."

For some reason, he still preferred her doing all the work and him doing none at all. Call him crazy, but it sounded like the dream setup.

After breakfast and then the big clean up (Laxus, truly, wasn't much help and spent the time griping mostly), the pair was left with more uneasiness. Mira had gone to sit down on the couch and Laxus only wheeled over to his card table to inspect his jigsaw. It was about done which, upon glancing over at the piled up boxes, he found his supply was much the same. He'd have to send the woman out to get him some more. There was just no other option.

"Demon," he began after a moment as she continued to only sit on the couch, though then she was glancing over at him. "There's something that we have to talk-"

"Oh, gosh, Lax, I thought I was going to be the one to start," she gushed as she shifted on the couch to face towards the card table. "I mean, what next, right? Are we going to go on a date? Or is that too weird? Was that just the alcohol? Because I don't think it was. Not for me anyways. Was it for you? It's okay if it was. And is it now inappropriate for us to stay here together? And what about showers? Or me helping you in the bathroom? And is sharing a bed out? I feel like it's out if we're to going to-"

"Mira," he said over her rambling.

She had to stop to take a breath anyways. "Yes?"

"I just," he said, eyes wide at all that had come out of her mouth, "wanted to know if you could go out and buy me some more puzzles."

There was a blink on her part.

"Do what now?"

Nodding, he said, "I'm about out. I want more. Do you think that you could get on that for me? Please?"

Slowly, Mira swallowed before getting out, "Y-Yeah, I-"

"And, Mirajane?"

"What?"

"I don't care about what's appropriate or what's not," he told her, looking back down then at his almost completed jigsaw. "I just care about what I like. And what you like. What we're both comfortable with. And even after the past two days, I'm still comfortable with everything we've done previously and would be fine with us continuing it. Are you?"

"Yes," she breathed. "I do. And…more."

"Then stop talking about stupid things." He glanced up at her then, to be sure that she didn't think he was truly as upset as his tone played him off to be. "And you look a mess. Go take a shower and go out to get me some more jigsaws. What? You expect me to do everything around here? Make breakfast-"

"Too cheesy."

"-do the dishes-"

"One. You washed one dish. Poorly."

"-and get in my own chair."

"I'll give you that one."

Shaking his head, he said, "Way too much for me to accomplish."

"Not the Thunder God."

"We all have faults."

"I don't believe it."

Holding his head up higher then, Laxus told her simply, "I mean, I could do all that. And more. But I have to conserve energy."

"Right," Mirajane agreed. "For puzzles."

"Woman-"

"And low level weight lifting."

"If you don't-"

"I'm going," she giggled as she got to her feet. He was right. She felt disgusting. A shower would be nice. Real nice. "Don't exert yourself, dragon."

"Shut it, demon," came his grumble as she headed off. "'fore I shut it for you."

Things almost felt back to normal, honestly. Mirajane showered and went out by herself, returning about an hour later with all the puzzles she'd been able to scour out. There were a lot, but one in particular caught his attention.

"Mira, this is for children."

"But look at the cute giraffe on the front. Put it together for me, dragon."

"It literally has twenty-five pieces, woman."

"Then be quick about it."

Ugh.

Still, that only killed a short bit of time (though Mira also got rid of a bit of it as she gawked over how cute that giraffe puzzle was once it was all pieced together) and they were left with so much more. Laxus had her put on his headphones and practice learning a few more of his songs as he worked out, but again, days were so long.

Honestly, he rarely had that problem. In fact, many times out on jobs or when he was out on a date or hanging out with the Thunder Legion, the days didn't seem long enough. With Mirajane they just seemed to drag on and on.

He wasn't so sure that was a bad thing though. He'd always heard that time should just fly by with someone special, but as it was, he and Mirajane hadn't started in the most conventional way and, well, that only led him to believe that they'd never become it.

After his workout, of course, came his shower. And, as always, Mirajane couldn't just let it pass without comment.

"Now that you can get into your chair on your own," she said as she went with him into the bathroom. "You should work on getting out of it. And into the shower one. Then I wouldn't even be needed in here."

"Just transform and pick me up," he grumbled. "Now."

"So touchy."

Always.

Really though, he was just glad that she hadn't made any references to the two of them (not) hooking up. The past two nights she'd killed him on her sly (and not so sly) remarks about it. He attested most of that to the (over) drinking, but part of him was kinda kicking himself for never realizing that he could have been boning the demon for years. She'd claimed to only find her attraction in the past month or so of them living together, but he had to wonder if it'd always been bubbling under the surface. After all, he'd been pretty terrible to her since they started living with one another and, well, if she fell for that, then there was no telling how much she'd want to sleep with him when he wasn't in the pits of despair.

Unless…maybe it was just a pity thing? Was that it?

He had to go with no. Mainly because he wasn't sure he could handle it if it were true.

He took a longer shower than usual. He had a lot to think about, after all. The longer he took though, the more Mirajane worried.

"Laxus?" she called out eventually, going to knock gently against the door. "Um…Do you need help or something? It's been-"

"I'm fine."

"Okay, but you've been in there for-"

"I know how long it's been! Go away!"

Then, on the other side of the door, Mirajane blushed and feared that she was interrupting something while Laxus, who definitely wasn't in the middle of that, only glared up at the shower head because Mirajane was annoying him, like always. Could a man not just take a long shower and be left alone for its duration?

Huh?

When he finally did call out for her to help him get out of the shower, she was blushing still and it bothered him. A lot.

"What?" he grumbled as she handed him a shirt to put on. "Demon?"

"Hmmm?"

"Your face."

"What about it?"

"You're…all red and you won't look at me and-"

"Did you want me to look at you?"

"A little, yeah."

"Sorry." Shifting her eyes onto him then, she kept contact with his. "Better?"

"Well, don't just stare at me, but-"

"Laxus, you're not making any sense." Looking off once more, she wanted for him to hold out a hand before passing over his jeans. "Can you get these on alone?"

When he nodded, she headed right back out of the bathroom, leaving him to it.

"Come into the living room when you're done," she called over his shoulder. "I've got one of those songs worked out. Sorta."

"One?" He growled. "Woman, can you play guitar or not? Huh?"

"I can't play the junk you listen to well, no, but that's just because it's, well, junk."

More growling.

"You know," he grumbled, "I'm startin' to think you're not nearly as good as your inflated sense of self tells you that you are."

"I've been feeling the same way about a certain Thunder God."

When he rolled out into the living room, she was sitting on the couch, staring at him.

"If you sing for me," she teased, guitar resting in her lap, "I'll be able to play it better."

"Just get to it, woman."

Grinning, she said, "It's only fair, dragon. I sat here and learned it."

"I've yet to hear proof of that."

"I want to hear you sing, dragon." She gave him her best seductive look. So far it hadn't been utilized with Laxus, try, ever. And considering the situation he'd described to her and how they were never going there, she figured it'd have few uses. Other than, hopefully, getting him to sing for her. For some reason she really wanted that. "Please?"

It was obvious in his face too, that he was annoyed. He was in his chair, the brakes on as he sat in front of her, arms crossed over his chest as he glared off.

"I want," he mumbled, "some cigars. Can you get me those?"

"What?"

"Cigars. I want them."

Mira lost her look as she blinked. "For…singing? You want me to reward you with-"

"Completely unrelated."

"But if I did get them-"

"Unrelated."

"-you'll sing."

"That order of events might happen, yes, but they do not correlate in any way."

More blinks. Then, "The man that communicates to me in grunts and grumbles half the time can use the word correlates in a sentence?"

"Considering who you are and what you're able to accomplish regardless of your usual demeanor, Mirajane," he said with a frown. "I think you'd be a tad more understanding."

They had a moment then, one without any awkwardness or looking off. Instead, they just watched one another silently and let it pass without recognition.

And, when Mirajane began to strum softly on her guitar, Laxus waited a beat before singing along, much to the woman's amusement. When they finished the song, she was giggling and he was leaning forward in his chair with a grin and it was just so easy for them to meet in the middle for a kiss. He about fell out of his chair, actually, as he tried to lean even more into it. This only set Mirajane off into another round of those giggles that he'd always been so annoying and bothersome, but at the moment was enjoying to the fullest and wanted to continue forever.

"You smile pretty."

That ruined it. Completely.

"What do you mean?" he grumbled.

"You do," she insisted with a giggle. "It lights up your whole face. Then again, you are pretty electric to begin with-"

"I'm pretty."

"You're beautiful."

"Mira-"

"Awe." She'd sat her guitar to the side and moved then to stand in the tiny space between the couch and his wheelchair, trying to cup one of his cheeks in her palm. "Even more when you blush."

"I'm not a woman. Knock it off."

"So cute."

"Mira, cut it out!"

"You're even cuter when you try not to be."

"I'll shock you." Tossing her hand off, he only glared up at her. "And stop lording over me. What? You tryin' to establish somethin' here? Because I don't care what sorta position I'm in. I'm the boss. I'm the Thunder God! You hear that? Huh?"

Nodding, she said, "Of course, Raijin. You little adorable god."

"Stop it!"

Just staring down at him then, she asked, "What do you want now? To hear the song again? Or…something else?"

The moment was lost then, just by her asking that, so Laxus only looked off before saying, "I did sing."

"You did."

"And I think the agreement was if I did I got a cigar-"

"It was not. You made that pretty clear."

"Woman-"

"You wanna go with me?" She was walking around him then. "To get some? And then we can get some lunch too. Would that be alright? Dragon?"

It beat sitting around the apartment alone. He wasn't big on going out (he wouldn't be ever again as far as he was concerned), but being with Mirajane made him feel better.

Cigar hunting went okay. He did notice a few people staring, but every time he started to get worked up about it, Mirajane seemed to take notice and divert his attention to something else. She was really good about that. Vigilant. If he knew how to phrase it without sounding like a scared little boy who needed his mother to keep him from being bullied for being different, he'd have thanked her.

Lunch was a bit better. It was still rather early and not many people were in the restaurant they went to, meaning that he didn't feel as alienated from everyone else. Mira was talking nonstop from about the beginning anyhow.

"-say something like that to me," she was going on at one point as he just tried hard to pay attention. It was weird, but listening to her babble wasn't completely horrible. Better than it was with most people, anyhow. "I mean, I get it, alright. I'm not the easiest person to get along with-"

"You?" He caught that part. "You're not the easiest person in the world to get along with?"

"Well, if you're not in the running, dragon, sure."

"I'm plenty easy to get along with."

Rolling her eyes, Mira said. "Sure."

"I am. I'm very easy going."

"Dragon, you about made me walk out, like, a thousand times since-"

"In small dosages," he clarified. "You got a huge dose right off the bat. That's different. Tainted the sample."

"Then I have to be discarded, right? If I'm tainted?"

Shrugging slightly, he said, "You'll have to go into your own category, sure. Separated from all the others. Because, you know, you're ruined from the main experiment, but definitely still viable for your own."

"So I'm an experiment now?"

"More of a variable in one, but sure."

She paused to take a sip of water from her glass before staring into his eyes. "You know, dragon, you got a high dosage of me here too. So you kinda have to be separated from other men in my life as well."

Snort. "I should be anyways. I am a god, woman."

"Well, I hear you say that a lot and the Thunder Legion agree, but-"

"We say it because it's true and you know it, so I don't know why we're even having this conversation." Shaking his head and looking off, Laxus said, "Besides, can you think of any other worldly person that would deserve that title? Huh? Case closed."

"You're real defensive over that stuff. Huh, Raijin?"

"See? Even you think I'm a god."

"Mmmm, no," she hummed. "I'm doing it more in a sardonic way. To tease you. But you're so full of yourself, apparently you don't realize it."

Narrowing his eyes then, Laxus said simply, "I don't like you."

"Oh, no, you do." She even winked at him. "Else we wouldn't be out on this date right now."

Date. It hadn't really occurred to Laxus that was what they were one, but it seemed as if they were. Though it wasn't too different than the other times they'd gone out together, one big thing had changed.

They'd both, not only confessed an attraction, but also claimed to want to make it more. Which meant that yes, what they were on could qualify as a date.

Laxus wasn't sure why, but that put a lot more pressure on everything.

Swallowing, he nodded before saying, "I guess that's right."

"Don't look so stressed, dragon." Mirajane was still all smiles. "I'm just joking. I know that you're a demigod."

"I'm not stressed. I- Wait. Demi?"

"Demi."

"Demon-"

"You're lucky I'm giving you that."

"And you're lucky I ain't fried you yet."

She shook her head. "After all this today, I don't think you have enough energy saved up. Remember? You're delicate."

"I never said I was a delicate."

"It's alright. It's cute."

"Stop calling me that."

"You want me to pay for dinner? Hmmm?"

"Knock it off."

"I figured as much." Mirajane sighed. "And I suspect you're wanting some dessert too?"

"This isn't funny."

"Ugh. I hope you're at least putting out."

"No man has ever spoken this way. At least not to someone he legitimately was interested in."

"Dates are all the same," Mira went on. "Constantly wanting, never delivering."

"I'm about to wheel away and leave you to truly pay for this."

That, finally, got a real giggle and he knew he had the demon back. For the moment, anyhow.

"You know that I'm just kidding', Lax," she assured him. "There's no way I'm paying for lunch."

"I figured."

"Although," she went on with a frown. "I'm wondering if this is your usual first date. I mean, really? This is a tad cheap."

She got eyes narrowed at her again before he said simply, "I told you before, you're already tainted, didn't I?"

"Just worried that the reason you never have any real relationships is because you pull stunts like this."

"There are napkins." He held up the one that housed his knife and fork. "Classy."

"Paper ones. Not cloth."

"There're flowers on the table."

"They're plastic."

"Silverware."

She paused. "I'll give you that one."

"Thank you." He held up the menu. "And look at this. High quality stuff on here, demon. You whiner."

"I'm just trying to help you."

"Yeah, well, I'll have you know I don't need any help," he grumbled. "I have real relationships all the time."

"Do you now?"

"Yeah, Mira. I do."

"And you usually talk about them on first dates?"

When someone like her was bugging him about it so badly, yeah, he did. And?

Still, he looked off before saying, "Could we just talk about something else?"

"Like what, dragon?"

"Anything. Just something…normal. Please."

That took a moment of them just staring at anything other than one another before Mirajane said, "Well, it's just that we've spent so much time with one another recently that I'm not sure what exactly there is left to talk about. We've known each other since we were teenagers, neither of us like to talk about what happened before then or during then or even immediately after then. So all we have is the present and, well, for me it's been going fine, but I know right now seems kinda bleak to you. So… I guess that just leaves the future?"

He was able to resist the narrowing of the eyes that time. Instead, he only shrugged.

"Well," he began slowly. "I'm gonna be the Master and the rest of you are going to have to learn to worship me. You?"

With just as even a tone as he'd taken, she said, "I'm going to be the Master and you're going to be the one that's going to worship me. You?"

That time, the narrowed eyes broke through.

"Come again?"

"No thanks."

"Mirajane."

"Think about it, Lax," she insisted with a very serious face (he had no idea how she was able to keep one). "Which one of us would be a better leader? The guy that scares half the guild or the woman that-"

"That they're all afraid of too?" he challenged. "Only it's that they're afraid they'll make her cry?" Then he snorted. "Real Master material there."

"Thank you."

"I wasn't being serious!"

Holding her head up higher, Mira told him, "I possess a certain…quality that just makes me the obvious choice. I mean, sure, my looks might be a tad deceiving, but that's not always a bad thing. And think about this, dragon."

"I'd rather not."

"Who helps Master with all his work now? Hmmm?" Her eyes were huge about then and he could tell she wasn't just playing him. She was serious. Very serious. "That's right."

"I didn't say-"

"Me. And who watches over things if he's gone?"

"Macao or Erza or-"

"Right again. Me."

"I didn't say you. At all. Your name never came out of my-"

"And who's the most loyal to Fairy Tail?"

"Me. Erza. Hell, the Salamander or his damn cat or-"

"Man, Laxus. You really studied. Me again."

"I didn't say you!"

Sitting up victoriously, Mirajane said, "I think I've proven my point."

"You have not."

"Case closed."

"It is not. Not even remotely. Damn it, woman, you-"

"When the Master says that the case is closed, Raijin," she sang. "It's closed."

"I was serious about that leaving you here thing."

"Call me Master Mirajane. Or no, Master Demon. Please."

"Master's don't say please," he said. "Ergo, you ain't a master."

"You're right again, dragon," she said with a head nod. "I'm not a master. I'm the Master."

No narrowing. Just blinking. Then sighing. And conceding. Why did he just give into her so easily? Huh? What was it about her? What?

"You know," he said with a slight frown. "The more time we spend around one another, the more I begin to realize that you're not at all what you portray yourself to be."

"Feeling's mutual. Old man."

"I ain't old."

"You act older than Master."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Mirajane-"

"Name me another man that puts together jigsaws. Just one. That's not over eighty. Or sickly."

"So what?" he growled. "I'm one of a kind. Genuine. Contain your jealousy, woman. And lust."

Rolling her eyes, she said, "Believe me, it's hard."

"I figured as much."

"I mean, the chance to be with a demigod-"

"Stop putting that prefix on it!"

"Raijin, don't be so loud," she chided though it was with a slight giggle. "We are in public, you know."

That word alone, public, brought him back to reality. There was something about Mirajane (okay, so there were multiple things). She could just get him so mixed up and lost in their own little world (arguments) that he forgot all about where they actually were. She'd accidentally reminded him though and it was plain on his face as he took to glancing around, as if ready to glare at anyone who was staring at him.

There was no one, of course, as Mirajane wasn't sure what backwards world Laxus lived in where being in a wheelchair was so noteworthy, but it definitely wasn't the one they were in then. To bring his attention back to her, she reached across the table and laid a hand over the one he was resting there.

She smiled when their eyes met and said, "We can share it."

He just continued to look at her for a moment before asking, "Share what?"

"The guildhall, silly."

That made groan. "Oh, Mira."

"We can. I have it in the mornings, evenings, and the afternoons."

"How is that shar-"

"And you get it whenever I get tired of dealing with it."

Sigh. A long one.

"You're a tricky one, Mirajane," he said was a frown as she only giggled and withdrew her hand. "But I'll settle for no less than I'm the Master always and you just get to do all my dirty work for me. Like you do now with Gramps."

"Mmmm…I'm not really into that."

"And I'm not really into caring."

"Awe. You're so cute when you try to establish dominance."

"Stop calling me cute," he grumbled. "And there is no establishing shit. I am dominant. In all factors of life."

"So cute."

"Sit there and shut up." He wasn't fearful of peering eyes any longer. Instead he was back to being annoyed. Perfect. She liked him best that way. He was so adorable when he tried to be hardcore. "And look. Here comes the food. Just eat and then we can leave."

As odd as it was, to hear him talk that way let Mirajane know that she was doing her job. Her original job, that is. She was supposed to be there to not only keep help him, but also keep him from getting too lost in his own sorrow. And the surest way to know that he wasn't was when he was taking time out to snap at her. It meant that he was at least somewhat in a normal mood.

Back at the apartment, Laxus spent the rest of the day explaining to her the greatness of a pure cigar and how it was definitely for a high caliber man such as himself, while also working some more on jigsaws.

Eventually though they ended up back in the bedroom, watching movies on the lacrima as they both tried to act like they weren't slowly shifted closer and closer to one another. Eventually Mira ended up snuggled up to his side and Laxus tried to pretend like his arm just casually fell over her, but it was kinda hard to, considering he kept wrapping it tighter and tighter.

"This movie," he grumbled about halfway through, "sucks."

"Well, we're running out of ones we haven't seen," Mirajane pointed out, making a face up at him. "You could always try, gee, I dunno, lightening up. Or maybe even stop watching movies and just read a book."

"Bah."

"Don't make noise at me."

Turning his head down, he frowned at her. "I'll bah you if I want. Bah."

"Mmmm." Mira reached up and ran a finger gently across his bottom lip, causing him to freeze. "You're so rude. Behave, dragon."

"Excuse me?" He jerked his head back. "You don't tell me to behave. Who do you think you are?"

"I think it's kinda obvious."

He growled at her then and it was just too much for Mira. She couldn't help as she leaned up to kiss him, giggling the whole while. Laxus only pulled back some, still annoyed, as she cuddled closer to him still.

"What did I say about resisting your lust, Mira?"

"I tried."

"Try harder."

"Mmmm…no."

"Demon-"

"We can kiss, dragon." She was sitting up then, as he had been the entire time, and only reached out to stroke gently at his golden hair. "You said you wanted more too. Didn't you?"

"I want a lot more." He hadn't meant to say it, but it was true. And Mira only smiled at him, if not sadly, before just kissing his cheek.

"You're sweet," she told him. "When you wanna be. Right now though, let's not worry about that. Don't you ever do this anymore, Laxus? Just…spend time alone with someone like this without having sex?"

"Other than what we've been doing the past few days? No. I'm not fifteen," he grumbled to which she only giggled.

"Then pretend for a bit, huh?" The movie was still playing and if he did have mobility in his legs, he'd have used it to kick the lacrima off the bed. "Just for awhile?"

Leaning his forehead against hers, he sighed before whispering, "Just for awhile."

It was a long while, actually, but eventually they found themselves more just laying around in bed than even messing with one another. He felt so lazy since the accident. When time held no real meaning and one hours stood out no more than another, a person was left with little motivation to ever get anything done.

Mirajane eventually got up and left the room for a bit, telling him she'd be back in a moment. It was actually a few before she returned with a cut cigar and a lighter.

"I didn't know how often someone smokes a cigar, but I figured you'd might want one." She only collapsed back into bed with him. "Raijin."

"Can't hurt."

"Well, it really could, but-"

"Shush. Cigars are for the higher class, yeah? I can understand why the likes of you wouldn't understand."

Mirajane only hummed. "Okay, demigod. Cool it down some, huh?"

"I'm not a demigod," he growled. "You foolish woman."

"Awe. So cute."

"Stop it!"

"Your just adorable with that cigar hanging out of your mouth."

"I'm not adorable."

Gah! Why did he put up with her again?

At the sound of her giggle he was reminded. And, though he kept up his façade of being pissed off (it was rather easy) and eventually kicked her out of the room to be alone, Laxus would be a liar to say he wasn't still somewhat jittery after that make out session they'd had and if he wasn't cursing the problems he was having with, well, performing. Because Mira…excited him. And entertained him. And he liked sleeping next to her and would have enjoyed sleeping with her, had that been an option. Drinking with her had been good. Listening to music was great. And damn if she wasn't the best lunch date he'd had in a long time.

If only he'd known how soon it was all ending, of the parts that were already in motion, maybe he wouldn't have been such an ass about it all.

Maybe. She was damn pretty annoying.

Because, seriously, he wasn't adorable. Or cute. At all. So there.

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