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Beastly Possession	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 26740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

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We dance as if it is a duel,

Struggling fight for dominance.

Alas, since this is the tango,

The woman always surrenders

To the man as he takes the lead

With a strong will and deep passion.

Defeat! I surrender this time

And swear revenge come the next dance.

— "Tango of Dominance," Rhov Anion

That being said...Hiro Mashima won this round and still owns Fairy Tail, but I shall seduce him upon the next dance.

Chapter 7

Tango of Passion

A few days later, Lucy was in the middle of an elegantly gilded ballroom with massive crystal lacrima chandeliers and sweetly playing music. A hundred different expensive perfumes titillated the air, and the savory aroma of rare delicacies from around Fiore beckoned to anyone with an appetite.

She wore her nicest gown, a swirling blue and black corset-like top with whalebone staves forcing her already elegant figure into a stiff, shapely posture. The bosom had a flaunting vertical stripe pattern of swirling deep blue and solid black. The skirt billowed in periwinkle blue satin, with sleeves of matching pale color and fabric hanging loosely off her shoulders. Her massive endowment was highlighted by a heart-shaped sapphire necklace rimmed with diamonds, a gift from Loke. She had matching sapphire earrings that flashed between loose strands of golden locks. The red bow in her hair, tied in her usual fashion, was a sharp contrast. One would almost say it clashed with the blue gown, except the red lace fan she used to flirtatiously hide her face, a spangled red purse, and gleaming scarlet shoes turned that color clash into something daring and highlighting.

Loke was her escort for the evening, dressed in a tuxedo and foregoing his blue shades this time. Originally, Natsu wanted to be the one to take her, but he only wanted to eat at the buffet. When Erza quizzed him on even simple political knowledge, he could not answer. Gray insisted he could be gentlemanly enough for the job, he could name the rulers of all the surrounding countries, but when he proved incapable of keeping his clothes on for more than ten minutes, Lucy called out the only man she knew who was elegant enough to fit in with high society. Luckily, Loke also was well-versed and knew current affairs in politics.

If only he would stop flirting with every young débutante they passed!

"Oh Loke," she said with a tight grin, fluttering her scarlet lace fan elegantly.

Instantly, he was back at her side. "Yes, princess?"

"For one, I told you already not to call me princess. There are real princesses here, and they would get offended if I used their title without having the heritage to back it up. Two..." She took his arm and dug her nails in harshly while still managing to keep her smile. "Stop...flirting!" she growled between clenched grinned teeth. "You are supposed to be Lord Loke of the Kohinur Kingdom and my fiancé. Now, help me look for this stolen goblet."

"A dance first," he smiled. "My Lady Heartfilia has yet to dance."

She sighed that he just wanted to play around. She knew she should have gone with Gray and just sewed his clothes together.

"Lucy," Loke smiled, and his mouth moved in close to her ear. She lifted the lace fan to hide from view what he was saying. "After a dance, it's expected the lady may want to slip away for some fresh air. It'll give you an excuse to leave the party for a few minutes. You can search for the goblet then."

She could hardly believe that he was actually scheming how to let her sneak out without rousing suspicion. Of course, it was equally likely he made that excuse up on the spot just to get her to dance. Still, she liked the music being played by a small ensemble: two violins, a viola, a cello, a stringed bass, a piano, a percussionist who only played a few instruments for special songs—marimba, congas, castanets, claves, tambourine, hand bells—and one musician who changed between a flute, an oboe, and a mellow flugelhorn.

She set her purse and fan aside—there was never a fear of someone stealing such mundane things at a party like this—and Loke led her to the dance floor. Suddenly the lights dimmed to a shade of sensual scarlet. The violins began a quiet, bashful tune. They tentatively began their dance, but a few steps into it, Lucy recognized it as a tango.

Oh no, not good!

Sure, she knew how to dance it, but tango...tango was sex on hardwood!

Her legs followed his on each step, practically as if she was nothing more than his shadow. Loke's eyes stayed on hers with intensity. Without his usual blue sunglasses, his eyes had a predatory gleam to them that made her throat go dry.

The key to tango is watching your partner, anticipating their moves, predicting them by the smallest glance, the faintest move. The woman trusts her partner wholly, giving up all control to him. The man treats the woman with utter respect, never doing something she cannot follow, yet always pushing the boundaries between what is possible and what is erotic. The senses lead the two to move as one. You feel your partner more intimately than anything besides sex itself. It is about trust and connection.

Or so she was taught by her dance instructor.

She trusted Loke with her life, so she figured she could trust him on this dance floor.

The tango started out slow, flirtatious, teasing moves, a little flashiness, a swirl of the skirt to show some ankle, but never much. Then the piano came in with a heavy syncopated rhythm. Ba-rump-pum-pum! Castanets clapped the steps. The violins surged with emotion. The seduction began!

Loke dipped her, and she knew he was staring hungrily at how her tipped-back head was an invitation to the mounds of pleasure the blue dress barely hid. Then he yanked her back up against his chest. Her hair swished into her face, and the way she flung it back with a whip of her head was like a lioness snarling to her mate. As the song continued, the flirtation grew more intense, more physical. Their bodies moved as one.

Her leg kicked straight up, probably giving a few dozen noblemen nosebleeds. Her red high heel wrapped around Loke's back, then slowly slid down his thigh. The look he gave her when she did that could have sent a weak woman squealing with her first true orgasm. Lucy certainly felt a chilling thrill tingle from her lower stomach to her thighs from his hungering face, but the dance was not even halfway over.

Then she turned away. The thumping piano had faded out. The violins wept plaintively. The cello gave a dark warning. She acted like she did not care. Loke danced around her like he was begging, pleading for her to pay attention, like a cat swirling around her ankles. This was a part of the "dance" she was accustomed to, the proud woman ignoring the male admirer. Her steps took her away, his arms always pulled her back, a tug-of-war of coyness and determination, until she finally turned to him, he dipped her back, leaning over her body as if only wild sex, right here on the dance floor in front of everyone, was the only way to prove to her how much he loved her.

At last, the finale of the dance! They were one soul again, their movements in sync, their bodies never separating, two lovers in a closeness normally reserved for the bedroom. The music sped up into a frenzy, and their dancing matched. Loke pulled her up, swung her, and Lucy landed back down with one leg hooked around his thigh, gliding sensually up and down his body. She saw his face twitch at that. She was taking the tango to the next level, right here in front of everyone.

As the rhythm went faster, her breath matched and her mind whirled with Loke's fast spins. She felt dizzy, sensually high, letting him take over the pace of this seduction. He was in utter control while her body moved to his wild tempo.

Right at the climax, he pulled her so close against him, she could feel how this exotic dance had affected him. Before she could even gasp, the last punctuated beat hit, a stinger to mark the end, and right on cue he dipped her almost to the ground. She dropped with a sliding leg, down to one knee with the other leg stretched behind her in a contortion that might have been painful any other time, but right then it felt erotic. Loke dropped to one knee as well, leaning over her, looking like he was about to devour her throat.

And they froze, holding that pose as the music echoed in the silence.

A couple seconds of quiet astonishment, then polite applause which broke the spell of the moment. Lucy suddenly realized she was panting hard, and she felt Loke gasping for breath above her. His eyes were still glazed, not aware of the crowd just yet. She took a quick glance and realized the other dancers had cleared the dance floor at some point. They had been doing this tango of passion solo, with all eyes on them. It made her blush.

The break in their gaze snapped Loke out of the moment. Suave as ever, he pulled her up in a fluid move. She was still aligned with his movement, still mentally connected to his desires. She realized he was about to turn to the crowd and bow, so she readied herself. In unison, they turned to the audience and dipped, he in a stiff bow from the waist, she in a deep curtsy. Then Loke turned to the musicians and gave them a wink. Lucy suddenly had a feeling that, in the midst of flirting with the crowd, he had somehow requested that song from the band.

"You were stunning," he declared as he led her over to a crystal punch bowl.

A softer tune came on, something regal that contrasted sharply to the tango just before. Lucy was eager to take a cup of punch and was almost tempted to gulp the whole thing, except she tasted a bubbling alcohol in the drink.

"You're flushed, my dear. Let's get you some fresh air." Loke spoke it just loud enough for a few others to hear. That should be enough to quell suspicions.

Lucy gathered her purse and fan, and they slipped away into a cold hall. Although there were soldiers guarding the entrance to the ballroom, less than three hundred steps away all that security vanished. Loke looked over to Lucy and nodded.

"It's up to you now. I'll keep an eye on things here. Good luck." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned back toward the party.

Gray watched a clock tower from the room they rented at a nearby inn. A deep gong tolled the hour.

"It's time," he said to the others in the room.

Erza was wearing a skin-tight black suit with her scarlet hair pulled back against her scalp. "I'll be going now. Wait for Loke's signal." She soundlessly slipped out the window and vanished into the night.

"Aww, I wanted to be the ninja," Happy pouted. "Wouldn't that be awesome, Natsu?" The blue Exceed realized his partner was spacing out. "Um, Natsu?"

"Mn," he grunted, looking at the flames in the fireplace with agitation.

Gray noticed his worried look. "Lucy and Erza will be fine."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm not worried about them too much," he muttered, still staring hard.

Gray realized the dragon slayer's hand was in a tight fist. "So what's wrong?" When Natsu did not reply, Gray slouched back against the window frame. "Hey, stop blaming yourself."

Natsu jolted at that and looked over in confusion.

"You've been weird since Lucy got out of the hospital. You barely talk to her, but when you do you're overly bubbly, even for you. You keep zoning out on us, and you didn't even complain much on the train here. You couldn't have protected Lucy that night any more than me or Erza could have, so don't try to take all the blame."

"No, it's...not that," he muttered and returned his gaze to the fire. "Just...feeling weird."

"Is it the smell?"

This time, Natsu spun completely around in his seat, and his eyes were massive in dread.

"Wendy told me a little," Gray explained. "Something about you dragon slayers are smelling something that might be related to the attacker. Are you smelling it here? I hope to God that beast didn't follow Lucy all the way out here."

Natsu inhaled deeply. "No, I don't smell it." Natsu rubbed out a pain in his shoulder and cracked his neck. "Hey, I'm gonna get some fresh air."

"Just sit by the window. It's warm enough to keep it open."

"Nah, I...I need to walk."

"Whatever," Gray sighed. "Just don't go far, and keep an eye out for Loke's signal."

He nodded tiredly and stood up. As soon as he was up, Natsu held his head, and his face tensed up in pain.

"Natsu?" Happy asked in worry.

"I need a moment alone, Happy," he said quietly, and shuffled his feet out of the inn room.

Gray watched the door shut behind him. He frowned at the depressed mood but shook his head at it. There was nothing that could be done. He felt guilty too, yet he knew the only thing he could do was stay by Lucy's side and shield her from the trauma. Natsu had to work this out on his own.

Lucy tiptoed quietly down the halls of the mansion, wishing her shoes were quieter. When she came to a place with more security, she realized that stealth and the ability to run if necessary outweighed the need for shoes. Her little purse was too small to hold her heels, so she hid them behind a marble statue set in an alcove. She could retrieve them later.

She continued barefoot. When she came to a crossing hallway, she paused, dug into her purse, and pulled out a makeup case. She opened it and used the mirror to check around the corner before entering the next area. She continued on, keeping close to the walls. She paused sharply and dived behind a china cabinet as two guards walked by. The men in regal uniform patrolled without paying close attention. After all, if anyone was going to make trouble, it would be where all the nobles were, not out here in the dark recesses of the mansion, too far away to even hear the music or smell the savory foods.

Lucy frowned that she had no clue where this goblet might be, and only a vague description from the client on what it looked like. She glanced through curio cabinets and shelves of antiques. Of course, this noble had a vast collection of items.

"You! What are you doing here?"

Lucy froze in front of the glass cabinet. She turned slowly, a seductive smile on her face. Time to use her sex appeal!

"Who, me?" she asked innocently. "I just happened to be attracted to this...um...glass figurine of a...a...unicorn here," she pointed to the gaudy statue in the cabinet. "Maybe you can help me. I got lost trying to...you know...powder my nose."

Then Lucy pulled out her makeup case again and blew on the powder. It puffed into the soldier's face, turning it chalky white. Immediately, she raised the fan to her face, blocking the powder from affecting her. The soldier coughed, but in two seconds he was unconscious. Lucy stepped away from him and rushed out of that room.

Out in the garden a fountain babbled, surrounded by sculpted bushes trimmed into the shapes of magical creatures: a mermaid, griffin, dragon, fairy, and a unicorn. Two soldiers stood by the fountain bragging about their girlfriends. One sneaked out a flask of alcohol, and soon they were laughing loudly in flushed inebriation.

When the smaller one tilted his head back to laugh raucously, he saw movement by a window in one of the palace's higher floors.

"Hey, there ain't supposed to be nobody anywhere but in the ballroom, right?"

"Eh what? Yup, the lord's orders, that way it's easier for security. Why?"

He pointed up. "Either there's a ghost, or there's a gorgeous noblewoman sneaking around on the third floor."

"Ah shit, that's not good. That's the lord's rarity collection. We better tell the lieutenant."

Before they could flag down another soldier, a hiss came from the sculpted bushes. "Miiiiine."

The soldiers spun toward it with lances lowered. "Who goes there?"

They looked all around, but the garden was only lighted by stars and a few scattered torches. They turned one way, then another, their breathing calm, foreheads sweating, fiery adrenalin rushing through their arms and legs, ready to fight or flee.

"Sir?" the smaller one whimpered, trembling.

The older soldier squinted into the dark. He was about to dismiss it for the wind when two red eyes shined from the bush trimmed to look like a dragon. He shivered as two wings suddenly unfolded with the sound of rasping leather.

"Get help," the soldier whispered to his underling, barely able to speak through his terror. Then they both heard another hiss. "Go!" he bellowed desperately.

Before either could move to escape or attack, the creature leaped from the bush with a growl. It pounced on the older soldier's chest, knocking him a meter backwards and down onto his back. He began to shout for help, but before the word could take form on his lips, the beast lashed across his face, leaving four deep gashes, including one that took out the man's eye. His head slumped to the side, knocked unconscious. Blood and eye jelly gushed out onto the cobbled pathway.

"Dear God, dear God!" the younger soldier shuddered, unable to keep his lance up. He drew back at the dark blood of his commander flowing toward him.

Red eyes turned to him. A finger with a sharp claw lifted up to the beast's mouth. "Shhhhhh!" it hissed. Then the head swung up to the window where Lucy was walking away. "Mine!" it hissed, and the beast jumped up into the air to fly away.

Shaking and with wet pants now, the small soldier looked at his superior. "Sir? Sir, are...are you...?" He dropped down beside him and checked his throat. Still a pulse. Then he looked around frantically. "Help! Somebody! Intruder! Soldier down. We have a soldier down."

After searching almost every room she could find, Lucy noticed one room she had bypassed. Two guards stood in front of it. Lucy glared. Definitely suspicious! But how could she possibly...

"Excuse me."

Lucy jolted at hearing Erza's voice. She looked around the corner toward that guarded room and saw the redhead had changed into a slender and extremely revealing dress. There was no way an outfit like that would be tolerated at a noble's ball!

"My client told me to wait in his bedroom, but I seem to be lost. Can you boys show me the way?" Erza tapped each man under the chin. "I'll repay you for your kindness. Perhaps a little massage?"

"Erza," Lucy whispered harshly to herself. "Acting like a prostitute? Do you really think they'd buy that? Sure, sex appeal works for store clerks and weak dark mages, but for trained soldiers..."

Her mouth dropped when both soldiers followed her like starved wolves after a bunny rabbit. Erza looked back briefly, made eye contact with Lucy, and that was all they needed. While Erza pulled the soldiers away, Lucy hurried forward silently. Luckily the room was unlocked. She opened it and slipped inside.

It looked like a reading room at first glance, a library of floor-to-ceiling books and an alcove of all glass to allow a breathtaking view of the mansion's grounds, with a couch for the reader to relax upon. Then Lucy saw that this room also held many artifacts protected in glass cases. She began to search each one.

Outside in the garden, she thought she heard shouting. She frowned at that. It might be a distraction, but any alert was bad for her. She had to find the stolen goblet they were hired to retrieve and somehow get out of this palace undetected.

She gasped as she saw the goblet she needed. She rushed over to it, about to yank away the glass belljar around the goblet, when she paused. Some advice from Gray came into her mind. Check for traps! She searched around the glass case. Of course, it had a wire to an alarm. Lift the glass belljar and a siren would alert everyone. She wished she could have had Natsu there to melt the top of the belljar.

Just as she thought that, she saw a shadow in the window. She gasped in a moment of panic, but then she recognized the pink hair.

She smiled in relief. "Perfect timing, Na-...-tsu?"

Slowly, her face went pale and her eyes widened in disbelief.

End of Chapter 7

A/N: I drew a picture based on the tango dance. It's my gift to you readers, found here: http://fav.me/d4v0tf6

The mention of Loke pretending to be a lord of the Kohinur Kingdom is in reference to my other fanfic, "Lion's Pride," where the villain (and Loke's ex-owner) is the former Shaman Queen of Kohinur.

My best friend is a professional dancer. Although tango isn't her forte, watching her dance that way makes me blush. We're best friends! I've known her since we were nine! I don't think of her that way! Still, tango really is like sex on hardwood. For a great manga about tango, read "First Girl." It's an awesome josei manga, and tango dancing plays a vital role to the plot.
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