Ohayou minna! So this is another fluffy one shot of Sting and Lucy. I don't personally ship it (I'm NaLu all the way) but Sting's personality fit the story plot better. So yeah. Please comment what you hate/love (especially what you hate)

Sting pulls me into my room, and I stumble after him. I laugh, and he tosses me on the bed. He sits down next me and pushes a piece of hair out of my face. I ruffle his blond hair and put my lips to his. He pulls away and presses his forehead to mine. He tugs at the bow in my hair, pulling it free from my golden locks. Giggling, I grab at the purple piece of ribbon, and he raises it further out of my reach.

"Hey! Give it back!" I pout.

"No." He smiles. "Not until I get something."

I frown and reach for the bow again. He smirks and lays back against the back of my bed, my ribbon held high above his sandy spikes. I place a hand on his chest and grab the ribbon, but I lose my balance, fall on top of him. He grabs me around my waist and pulls me towards him, pushing himself up with his free hand. I cuddle up into his arms, feeling the dragon slayer's warmth. At the thought of the dragon slayer, I push away, looking into his coffee orbs.

"You… killed your dragon, right? I venture.

A shadow crosses his eyes as he nods, a small frown creasing his features.

"Why? Why would you…?" I stop, noticing his sad impression.

"I don't know… I wanted...more power." He shrugs his shoulders.

I lift my leg around him and sit next to him. He props himself up on his elbow and looks me in the eye with a questioning look.

"That's so stupid! I mean, just because you're a dragon slayer and your magic is supposed to kill dragons doesn't mean you have to!" I rant, my waving my hands above my head. "It's not like… I don't know… God slayers go around killing gods!"

"God...slayers?" He asks.

"Oh gods…" I place my hand on his forehead and push him back. "I know what you're thinking. God slaying is a lost magic. You will NOT be learning that."

"Aw… but Lucy…" He pouts, trying to pull puppy eyes.

"Nice try… But no." I laugh. "Only I can pull off the puppy eyes."

He sits up and grabs me, sitting me on his lap. He then reaches one hand up to my face, covering my eyes. I squirm around, clasping both of my hands around his, trying to pry it off my face.

"H-Hey!" I plead. "What are you doing?!"

He smirks and let's go of his hand, pulling me closer to him.

"If you look at me with your puppy eyes, you can make me do anything…"

I giggle and place my head on his shoulder. He nibbles my collarbone, working his way up. His lips finally reach the corner of my mouth, and I smile. I turn around and shove him down. My lips find his again and he presses them together. I lick his lower lip and he gently bites mine. When we finally pull apart, I let out a sigh, then remember something. I wrap my arms around one of his and pull him down towards me. I press my lips up to his ears and whisper to him.

"Thanks for the date tonight…" I murmur.

He leans towards me and presses his mouth to my ear as well.

"Anytime my love…" He smirks.

"You're such a baka." I giggle and lay my head on his chest. "But you're my baka."

He grabs me below the chest and lifts me up. He stands up, still carrying me, and spins around. When he stops I grip his arm to regain my balance.

"Your baka for-ev-er."