Ice clinked against the side of her drink as small beads of condensation began to gather on her glass. She frowned slightly, biting the inside of her cheek as she gently swirled the whiskey. With a heavy sigh, she rose the glass to her lips and took a long-suffering sip. It burned slightly on its way down and she relished in the small feeling as she swallowed. With heavy eyes, she glanced around the bar. It was a cozy place, stuffed with TVs and people watching whatever sport game was on. Some kind of country music played lazily in the background, only just loud enough to hear over the gentle roar of the crowd. She sighed and rolled her shoulders, begging the stress from the last year to go away. Lifting her glass once more, she downed the remaining contents. She pinched her eyes shut as the familiar burn echoed down her throat.
She peered at the worn bar in front of her. Scratches speckled its surface, declaring its age. Silently, she wondered if her face looked the same. Thinking back on her youth, twenty-eight felt ancient. Her teeth ground together and she ordered another whiskey on the rocks.
Today had sucked, in more ways than one.
It was like nothing would go right. Everything, absolutely everything, had to find a way to tear her down today. Like signing her divorce papers hadn't been hard enough, getting rear-ended sure hadn't helped to improve her day.
The bartender set down her drink in front of her and she lazily reached for the glass. She lifted it, her elbow resting on the slightly sticky bar, as she gazed off into nothingness, her mind lost in the past. Lost in thoughts about her job, about her life, about everything that had gone wrong, and about him. She gritted her teeth together, tasting blood as she accidentally snagged the edge of her tongue.
Just then, that's when it happened.
Someone shoved into her back, pushing her forward. Her free hand grabbed the edge of the bar in a desperate attempt to steady herself. Still, her gut slammed into the hard wood and she keeled over, her grip on her glass loosening until she dropped it and it clashed against the bar, spilling its contents on the front of her shirt. She felt the dark liquid weave its way beneath her clothes as it dribbled between her breasts. Her eyebrow twitched in irritation.
Seriously, nothing was going right today.
With deliberate movements, she straightened up her now empty glass before she slowly spun around on her stool, pinning her attacker with a deadly and debilitating gaze. Before her stood a pink-haired, well-muscled, man. His mouth was open, gaping like a fish. He looked more than a little shocked as he stared into her brown eyes.
"Well, are you going to say anything?" She snapped, wincing slightly at the anger she heard in her voice.
Her words jarred him into action. He straightened up, his open mouth snapping shut, as he took a step closer to her. "Oh shit." He muttered. His voice was deeper than she had expected, velvety almost. "I'm so sorry." He grimaced, throwing a disdainful look over his shoulder at one of his compatriots out in the crowd. "Fuck you, Gajeel!" He nearly spit the words before his tense posture relaxed and he ran his hand through his pink locks. He looked at her again, his dark eyes carefully analyzing her, and she suddenly felt subconscious. She became extremely aware of the fact that she was covered in high-quality booze, plastering her shirt to her skin, clearly outlining the swell of her breasts. Quickly, she crossed her arms over her chest the best that she could. "I'm so, so sorry. Can I, um, get you another?"
Without knowing what to say, suddenly feeling tongue-tied, she simply nodded. He grinned, wide and infectious, before he slid onto the surprisingly open barstool beside her. He quirked his head at her and she was suddenly struck by how handsome he was, regardless of his weird choice in hair color. He had a wide jawbone, angular in the most fantastic way. A large scar decorated his right cheek, yet it didn't distract from his appeal, only managing to heighten it instead. A white scarf hung loosely around his neck, drawing her attention to his barely visibly clavicle. She could see, from his tight black shirt, that he worked out. The muscles in his arms were taught, flexing slightly as he waved to the bartender to re-order her spilled drink. She gulped, her mouth suddenly going dry as her thoughts drifted to forbidden places. With a lurch, she realized just how long it had been for her. Nearly a year, she reckoned. She swallowed, the motion harsh and dry, before she forced her eyes to once again meet his nervous gaze.
The bartender set down a new drink in front of her before quickly wiping up the spilled alcohol and taking away her empty glass. It was then that the abnormally hot stranger spoke again. "My name's Natsu." He stuck out his hand and she reached for it, hating how sticky her fingers felt from the drying whiskey as she gently squeezed his outstretched hand.
"Lucy." She replied. He smiled and his eyes flashed down the front of her shirt, noticing just how drenched she truly was.
"Why don't you go wash up? I'll watch your spot."
She narrowed her eyes at him slightly before her gaze flicked to her drink. He laughed, the sound full of mirth.
"I won't touch your drink, promise."
She was about to decline his offer when she moved slightly and felt the way that her shirt was sticking to her stomach. She grimaced, hating the feeling. With a resigned sigh, she nodded. "Thanks, I'll be right back." She shot him a warning glance and he put his hands up, proclaiming innocence, and she couldn't help but smile slightly before she pushed her way through the crowd and into the small, two-stall, bathroom. She leaned over the sink, analyzing her reflection in the mirror before she turned on the tap. Water gushed from the spout and she quickly scooped up a handful of it to wet down her shirt. The water was cold as it seeped through her shirt and she shivered slightly. Still, a wet shirt was better than a whiskey-soaked one. She reached for a paper towel, wetting it slightly, before she ran it over the top of her breasts, removing any of the sticky liquid that stubbornly clung there. It took a little bit of time standing under the blow dryer for her to feel a semblance better. With her clothes nearly dried, she looked in the mirror one last time. She pushed her long, blonde hair behind her ear, staring disdainfully at her tired, brown eyes.
With a heavy sigh, she reached into her purse and snagged out her tube of light pink lipstick. She parted her plump lips and gently re-applied the soft color. She rubbed her lips together as she glanced one last time at her reflection. Deeming herself ready, or about as ready as she would ever be, she left the bathroom and made her way back to her barstool. She spied Natsu's muscled back as she made her way through the crowd and a wanton thought invaded her head like a persistent virus.
Maybe, tonight she could allow herself a little bit of fun.
After all, she was now officially divorced. She had no obligations holding her back tonight, no one to go home to. She never allowed herself to fall into the embrace of needless, physical, love. But, tonight… Tonight she might just let herself soar.
When she sat back down on her seat, she noticed his smile. It lit up every corner of his face, making the entire place seem somehow brighter. "You're back." He almost sounded surprised. He took a sip of his own drink, some kind of craft beer, before he fully turned in his seat to look at her.
"Of course I am." She shrugged, reaching for the intoxication that her drink would provide. She took a big gulp, letting the liquid-burn fuel the growing heat in her body.
"I kind of thought you might run out the back, I mean, I did spill your drink all down your…" His eyes traveled down to the heave of her breasts and her cheeks flushed pink before his gaze darted back to his beer.
"Well, I need to have a bit of fun tonight so I'm not going to let some little mishap get in the way." She admitted, the words softer than she had anticipated. She frowned slightly before she covered her lips with the edge of her glass, staring down into the dark liquid for a long moment before she looked at him again. His eyes had widened slightly, almost imperceptibly, but she knew that he had caught her meaning.
"Oh?" He questioned. He leaned forward slightly, his elbow resting on the dark wood of the bar as he closed off the space between them. Suddenly, he was only mere inches from her and the space between them seemed hot, ignited by alcohol and innuendo.
She nodded, a soft 'mhm' floating from her closed lips.
He leaned back slightly, adjusting his scarf, before he smirked confidently at her. "So, Luce… Who are you?" He question, albeit innocent, rattled her.
She gulped and looked away, her nerve suddenly leaving her. "What do you mean?"
She felt him shift beside her as he reached for his beer. "Like, what do you do for a living? Or, do I just get to know your name?"
She rolled her eyes, chastising herself for immediately thinking that for some random reason he had figured out who she truly was, who her father had been… She gulped, chasing away the memories of constraining dresses and tight corsets, of formal parties and the names of endless pieces of silverware, of restriction, of a jeweled prison… She chased away the memories of the life she had long ago given up, only witnessed now by the money that resided within the trust fund bequeathed to her.
She plastered on a smile and tilted her head to look at him, aware that the angle of her head made her golden hair fall down along the crest of her breasts, outlining one of her most prominent features. "I'm a teacher with an unhealthy obsession with stars."
His eyes swallowed her in, exactly as she had wanted. "How can an obsession with stars be unhealthy?"
She shrugged, swallowing more of her delectable drink and relishing in the way it fueled her speech. "I guess it isn't really unhealthy, per say, but spending countless hours attempting to find the constellations at night probably isn't the best use of my time." She rolled her wrist, loving the way it made the dark liquid slosh inside her glass. It was almost empty already, the trail ends of it clinging to the unmelted cubes as she leaned her head back, swallowing the last few droplets. Natsu eyed her and she felt a wave of heat crash through her. She shivered as goosebumps rose on her arms, tingling her flesh as she rested the glass back on the bar. He had inched closer to her again. Regardless of the noise and bustle of the crowd around them, she wasn't aware of anyone but him. All she could see was his handsome face and weird, pink hair. She reached forward, her thin fingers snagging one of his pink locks, and rubbed the soft hair between her thumb and forefinger. "What's up with the pink hair?"
He laughed, the sound soft and playful, and she withdrew her hand. "It was a bet. I lost, so I'm stuck with pink hair for a year." He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "It's salmon though, not pink. But, I kind of like it."
She analyzed him. She knew that she had only just met him and that she had no idea how he even looked with whatever his natural hair color was, but she suddenly couldn't even picture him without his abnormal, salmon-colored hair. "It looks good on you." She conceded. Instantly, he beamed.
"Want another?" He motioned to their empty drinks and she nodded. Quickly, he ordered them each another round. She knew that this drink would be her last; three was all she ever allowed herself outside of the house. Within minutes, the efficient bartender had laid down their order before them.
"So…" Lucy began as she took a small sip of the alcoholic liquid. "What do you do?"
He shrugged, rolling his shoulder as if to ease an old wound before he answered. "I'm a firefighter."
A thrill rushed down her spine as she imagined him in his firefighting gear. With a soft smirk, she realized that he was the perfect person for what she needed tonight. "That can't be an easy job."
"Neither can teaching." He replied. His smile was true and genuine as he scooted his chair closer to hers. Their thighs rubbed together, sending tendrils of need throughout her body. She squirmed slightly, pressing her thigh a bit closer to his own. She wasn't used to this feeling anymore. It was a foreign, strange entity that invaded her body. It had been so long since she had caved and allowed herself to give in to what her body so desperately wanted.
She laughed, the sound light. "I guess that's true. It's definitely not easy, but it sure is rewarding." She felt his hand on her knee before she saw it. He placed it there lightly, tentatively, testing her. When she didn't push him away or jerk her knee out of his grip, his fingers gently dug into her skin. His thumb rubbed a gentle pattern against the inside of her thigh, igniting a sharp burst of need within the pit of her stomach.
She nearly moaned.
They fell into conversation smoothly and effortlessly. They didn't discuss anything serious, they just filled the silence with noise until they were both so close that their sides were entirely pressed together. His hand had worked its way up her leg, resting mid-thigh, as his fingers danced against the rough fabric of her skin-tight jeans. The sound of the crowd around them had died down slightly as they began to near closing time. It hardly even phased her when he paid for their drinks, seamlessly entwining their hands at the same time. She felt locked in a dazed state as he gently dragged her out of the bar, his hand hot against her own, as they stepped out into the cooling nighttime air. City lights speckled the landscape around them as they maneuvered their way through the interlocking streets. She stayed close to him, her mind fuzzy but her determination clear. She knew what she wanted, she knew what she craved.
He lived close by. Soon, they were in the elevator, climbing up the floors to his apartment. Still, the only way he touched her was by holding her hand. Her lips tingled. She wanted more and the anticipation was killing her. Her thighs rubbed together as she attempted, in vain, to control the need that was spiraling throughout her body. The elevator dinged and they got out on the seventh floor. Quickly, he gently tugged her towards his apartment, unlocking it and allowing her in before he shut the door behind them and flicked on the light. She took in the sight of the small place. It was only a studio apartment, scantily furnished, with a few pictures scattered throughout. A straight-up bachelor pad. She spied a cat curled up on the sofa, but before her mind could contemplate the odd blueish tint to the cat's fur, Natsu's lips were on hers.
She gasped, her mouth opening at his silent demand. He pressed her back against the wall and her hands came up, wrapping around the back of his head, as she pulled him closer to her. His tongue invaded her mouth and she couldn't help but think that she must taste like whiskey, just like how he tasted like beer. His hands brushed under the edges of her shirt, his slightly calloused fingers igniting her senses.
Oh, it had been so long since someone had touched her like that.
His hands wove around the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. She arched against him, driving her breasts into his toned chest. His arms flexed around her and he growled slightly, the sound deep and guttural. She felt him moving her, but she was barely aware of their surroundings as he picked her up, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, as he carried her over to the bed. He knelt down on the mattress, gently lowering her down to rest her head on top of a surprisingly comfortable pillow. He stayed on top of her, his heat pressing down on her and making her head swirl. Eagerly, she pulled at his shirt. He leaned back, a smirk playing on his face, as he unwound his scarf and tossed off his shirt. She ran her fingers down his well-defined abs and he moaned beneath her roaming touch.
It didn't take long before their clothes were discarded and they were both naked. Flesh pressed against flesh as they explored each other's unknown bodies. They fell into each other, a tangle of limbs and lust as they gave into the fire that burned deep within their bellies.
Lucy, for the first time in a year, felt completely and totally satisfied.
When all was said and done, they fell asleep together. Sweaty bodies cooled in the night and he wrapped a blanket around them, his arm weaving around her waist. He held her, firmly and protectively, throughout the night as she fell into slumber, content and fulfilled.
Dawn broke over the horizon entirely too early. Lucy groaned as she rubbed her eyes. A slight headache began to pound behind her eyes and she grimaced, bemoaning the third drink that she had allowed herself. Slowly, the events from the previous night washed over her and her cheeks flushed pink as she took note of the soft snores from the man behind her. She sat up, carefully lifting his lax arm from around her waist and sliding out of the bed. She stretched, her naked body glistening slightly in the morning light. Her muscles popped and she bent down, searching for her clothes before she began to slip them back on.
A soft 'meow' from behind her startled her. She turned to spy a blue-gray cat staring at her. It stretched out, raising its buttocks into the air as it watched her. She slid on her shirt before she walked over to the creature. She lifted her hand, palm up, to the cat, allowing it to sniff her before she gently scratched behind its ear. It leaned into her, purring softly as she moved her fingers to scratch beneath its chin. Regretfully, she stood up. The cat looked at her as if she had betrayed it. It sat back on its haunches and stared at her as she wandered over to the door and slipped on her sandals. She looked back at Natsu, her one night wonder, and almost felt giddy. The blanket had slipped, barely hiding his most private parts while allowing her greedy eyes to soak in the sight of his muscles. He shifted in his sleep, muttering something beneath his breath, before his soft snores picked up again.
Oddly, she didn't want to leave.
She didn't understand the feeling. She should want to get out of there as soon as possible. After all, that was the go-to feeling after a one night stand. But, for some inexplicable reason, she didn't want to leave his small, studio apartment. She pinched herself, wincing from the pain. He was nice, sure, but there had been a silent, unspoken, agreement that this would be a one time thing. Still, she found herself scratching out her phone number on a piece of paper that she found near the sink. A list of groceries was littered across it, making her balk at the amount of instant ramen and mac and cheese that he, apparently, needed to buy.
Her hand was on the doorknob when she heard him. She froze before she turned back to look at his sleep-mussed hair. He had propped himself up with one arm, his other wiping the sleep out of his tired eyes.
"Luce?" He slurred her name and she flushed at the adorable way it sounded. "Are you leaving?"
She nodded, smiling softly at the man who had given her all that she had needed the night before. "Yea. I have to get going." It was the truth. She had someplace that she needed to be and she really needed a shower. She was pretty sure that her entire body smelled like whiskey, an aftereffect of her spilled drink from the night before. "Plus, I really need a shower." She moaned the words and he smirked.
"Yea, sorry about that. Again." He sat up, the blanket sliding dangerously low. He shifted, seemingly uncomfortable beneath her gaze. "About last night…"
She shook her head, her blonde hair cascading down around her. "Don't worry about it. It was what it was and I… I had a lot of fun. I needed that."
He smirked, his face lighting up. The cat jumped up on the bed beside him and he absentmindedly reached over to rub its head. It leaned into the palm of his hand and Lucy couldn't help but think about how adorable he looked. Biting back the unwanted feelings that rushed her, she turned the doorknob and opened the door.
"Bye, Natsu." She smiled and waved slightly, a blush igniting her cheeks.
"See ya, Luce."
Her blush deepened at the odd way he said her name. A part of her wanted to correct him, but another, larger, part liked the odd nickname. She soaked in his figure one more time, trying to memorize every facet of his being. With a shallow sigh, she left the apartment, closing the door and Natsu from her life. She glanced at her phone, grimacing at the time, before she darted for the elevator.
She needed to get home, and fast.
She hurried out of the building and made fast work of walking the five blocks to her apartment. Her building was old and fancy, architectural detail garnished the ceilings and pillars that held it up. She waved at the doorman and he nodded at her as she made her way to the ornate elevator and hit the button for the fifteenth floor. The elevator sped to its destination as she tapped her foot impatiently. As soon as it hit her floor, she darted towards her apartment and busted through the door. Daylight flickered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room as she sprinted towards the master suite. She took a quick shower, relishing in the way the strong water pressure massaged her sore muscles. As soon as she was done, she hurriedly got dressed in a pair of lounge shorts and graphic t-shirt. The words 'The Stars Are My Friends' was printed across her chest, nestled above a cartoonish image of the celestial spirits. She twisted her hair up into a sloppy bun and spattered on the bare minimum amount of make-up.
After all, she didn't want to look like a complete mess when he arrived.
She had only just finished eating some fried eggs on toast, after downing two Exedrin Migraine pills to thwart her pounding headache, when she heard the soft knock on the door. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she slipped from the stool and headed towards the door. Her heart hammered within her chest and constricted painfully as she gripped the doorknob. Her hand quivered sightly and she begged herself to keep her composure.
She had to.
She couldn't lose it. No matter how much it hurt, she had to keep it together.
She plastered on a fake smile and opened the heavy, wooden door. There, in front of her, stood Gray. His pitch black hair was shaggy and his dark blue eyes were clouded with anxiety. It was a look she had hardly ever seen on his face, but she knew that signing the papers yesterday had rattled him just as much as it had rattled her.
After all, it wasn't like they had got divorced because they had stopped loving each other. They just didn't work together, not like how they should have. They had tried to keep the broken pieces of their relationship together for so long, but it had eventually reached a point where neither of them could manage to fake it anymore. They were perfectly imperfect, perfect friends yet imperfect partners.
That had been the most gut-wrenching realization — for them both.
She swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat as her thoughts went, unbidden, to Natsu's sweaty and naked form. She bit the inside of her cheek, chasing away the memories, before she knelt down to smile at the little boy that clung to the back of his father's leg. Her heart swelled as she looked at her little boy, who was only nearly four years old. She held her arms out to him and he ran into her, wrapping his little arms around her neck before she hoisted him up, balancing his weight on her hip. She huffed slightly, he was getting bigger and she wasn't ready for the passage of time.
With her free hand, she ruffled his black hair as she stared back into brown eyes that mirrored her own. "Leo, did you have fun with Daddy?"
The little boy nodded ecstatically, his hair bouncing around his face as his whole body rocked with the movement. "We 'atched Her'les."
Lucy couldn't help but smile at his broken, toddler language. She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. "Ah, Mommy would have liked to watch Hercules too."
His little hands gently squashed her cheeks, his face completely serious. "We can 'atch it too, Mommy."
"Sounds like a date, little man." She smiled and reached up to tickle his belly, making him squeal. She stepped into the apartment and set him down, watching him as he immediately darted into the sprawling living room. He bounced around, full of energy and unabashed enthusiasm, as she flicked on Sunday morning cartoons. He clapped as his favorite show began, bouncing up and down to the beat of the intro music.
Lucy's heart warmed.
Leo… He was the one good thing that had come out of the brokenness that was her and Gray.
She looked over her shoulder, spying Gray still hovering over the entrance to what used to be their home. She smiled softly at him and stepped towards him, reaching out for his hand and dragging him back into the place that was filled just as much with bad memories as it was with good ones.
"This is your home too." She muttered softly, not wanting to alert the toddler currently bouncing to the sound from the TV. Gray shifted beside her, their arms bumping slightly. He was several inches taller than her and she found herself having to angle her head back a bit so that she could look into his pained eyes.
"No, it isn't…" He said the words just as softly, the pain from their divorce obvious in his words. It didn't matter that they had been separated for ten months before it was finalized. It didn't matter that they hadn't lived together for nearly that same amount of time. None of that mattered. To them, the pain of parting was just as fresh, just as vibrant, as the tear-filled night that they realized that they were never going to work as a couple.
She sighed, resting her head against his shoulder. The loving motion made him stiffen momentarily, before he relaxed and rested his head on top of her own. "This is still our home. You're always welcome here, you know that."
"It's just… Not the same." The words were barely louder than a whisper. Her lips pressed into a thin, taut line as she forced back the words that begged to be spoken. Instead, she simply reached for his hand and squeezed it, more being said by that simple gesture than by any amount of words.
They loved each other, they just weren't in love with each other. Not anymore.
Natsu groaned as he berated himself for drinking so much. He fucking hated hangovers. Even though it was morning, he made himself some ramen and slurped up the deliciously unhealthy noodles. "Fuck…" He sputtered as he closed the cabinet. "That was the last packet." He took another big slurp of the noodles as he glanced towards his grocery list. His eyes trailed down the list of necessities that he needed to buy before he spied the carefully written phone number at the bottom.
For a moment, he felt hollow, like all of the air had left his lungs, leaving him empty as an unusual thrill invaded his veins.
Lucy had left him her number… His fingers trailed over the edges of the paper, his eyes hardly believing what he was seeing. It had felt chemical with her last night… The way their bodies had connected, passion and fire had burned within him, unstoppable and unquenchable. He had never felt something so…
His face scrunched up as he searched for the right word to define the feeling.
Magnetic. That was it.
He had never felt something so magnetic, so heated, so impossibly perfect that it had taken his breath away. When she had left that morning he had still been so clouded with sleep that he hadn't managed to process that he didn't actually have any way to get ahold of her again. Regret had settled in the pit of his stomach, rancid and awful, but unavoidable. He had accepted that he wouldn't see her again, the she would just remain this mythological figure to him that he had been lucky enough to experience for a single night.
But, she had left him her number.
A smile spread across his face as he reached for his phone and safely stored her number. He stared at it blankly for a moment, contemplating the wonderful enigma that he had met. A 'meow' snagged his attention, dragging his priority away from his phone to Happy, his Russian Blue cat. His gray fur had this otherworldly blue tint to it and he reached forward, petting the loving creature gently. The cat rubbed against him, his tail twisting around Natsu's arm before he could realize that Happy was on the counter, exactly where he didn't belong.
His phone buzzed, vibrating against the cheap kitchen countertop. His heart leaped into his throat as he stupidly hoped that it was Lucy calling. As soon as he saw the caller ID he flummoxed, grimacing at the sight of the name that awaited him there. He sat down his now empty bowl in the sink before he reached for the phone, answering the call.
"What do you want, Lisanna?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted how angry he sounded.
"You don't need to answer the phone like that, ya know."
Natsu sighed, running a hand through his hair as her chime-like voice echoed back to him through the phone. "Sorry." He huffed, trying not to feel disdain for the woman on the other end of the line.
"Anyway…" She continued. "I'm not calling about us, I'm calling about work. Jet called in sick."
Natsu groaned, feeling the pulse of a headache in the back of his skull. He was supposed to have the day off. He didn't want to go into work. He didn't want to see her. He wanted to laze around and cuddle Happy. He pinched his eyes shut, hating what he was about to say. "Fine. I'll be there in thirty."
She sighed and he could imagine her, slouched over her desk, her phone pressed to the side of her head, while her eyes skimmed the paperwork laid out before her. "Okay, I'll let the Captain know." She paused for a minute and he could hear the shuffling of papers as she sorted through the piles of work on her overcrowded desk. "We should talk… When you're done."
He grunted. "I don't think that's a good idea, Lis."
"We both made mistakes, Natsu. Neither of us are innocent." Her cheerful voice annoyed him, making his headache pulse a bit more fervently.
"Like I said, I don't want to talk about it. I'll be at work soon." Before she could say anything else, he hung up the phone, glowering down at the now blank screen. Memories flashed through his brain, a compilation of mistakes that had led to disaster. He shook his head, refusing to let the memories gain purchase, and headed for the shower.
He wouldn't let those memories ruin his day. Last night had been fantastic. He clung to the image of Lucy out of breath and squirming beneath him. The look on her face… Her lips parted as she gasped, the sound sweet and delectable. He thought about how she had looked at the bar after he had made her spill her drink. He had been so pissed off at Gajeel at first for pushing him so damn hard. But, as it turned out, it had been a blessing in disguise.
Even though he would never thank that bastard for it.
As the hot water ran over his sweaty skin, he pushed memories of Lisanna aside and focused on new possibilities, new futures, that had seemed impossible to him a few mere months ago.
After all, its not like he was a poster boy for innocence anyways. Lisanna wasn't the only one to blame. He shared equal guilt. As he turned off the water and quickly dried off, the light of day cascaded down upon his naked body.
Today was a new day, a new start, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he was actually almost looking forward to it.
~ Author's Note ~
Fair Warning: This is not a story for people who believe that love is black and white. Love is a complicated, messy thing, that often lives in grey zones. This story will be about that kind of love. Complicated, messy love that isn't easy; where people often make mistakes and the bounds of one's forgiveness is tested. I just wanted to give everyone a fair warning, so that you could come into this story with no misconceptions.
Well, what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Want me to continue?
I have a very vague outline for this story in my head but I honestly have absolutely no clue as to how long this story could be. I go where the story takes me, chapter by chapter.
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~ FeudalAi