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Hope you enjoy the story!
"NOOOOOO!" Lucy shouted as she ran even quicker, her pursuers right on her tail.
"Oh, come on Lu-chan!" Levy said, chasing after her with a bunny suit in her hands.
"You aren't getting a choice in the matter." Erza stated, a commanding tone present in her voice as she, too, chased after Lucy but with a leopard costume in her arms.
"I refuuuuuuse~!" Lucy shouted once more, turning a sharp corner down an ally in hopes that she would lose them. She didn't bother turning around to check the distance between herself and her pursuers and kept running with all of her might, back into the guild. She ran straight past Mira and into the back storage area, opening a closet door and locking herself inside.
It was very cramped and dark. The only thing she could actually see was the outline of the door that indicated there was a light on outside the room. She held the door handle tightly with one hand just in case they did find her so she could hold it shut; and clamped her other hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing.
When she finally caught her breath—she realized she could hear someone else breathing. She was about to scream when said person spoke.
"What the heck are you doing in here?"
The voice was unmistakable. "Gray? Is that you?" She asked, putting her back to the door.
"WHERE DID SHE GO?!" Ezra's voice yelled dangerously from outside the closet.
Lucy gasped and quickly threw her hand over Gray's mouth—pressing him against the wall.
"I-I don't know Erza…" Mira's sensitive voice stuttered, clearly intimidated by the angry red-head.
Gray groaned and tried to push Lucy off—but she held her ground, pushing him even harder against the wall.
"I bet she went this way!" Levy's voice rang through the halls, and a series of heavy footsteps faded away.
Lucy audibly sighed in relief—releasing Gray and backing against the door.
Gray coughed softly—"What the hell Lucy?! If you wanted to rape me all you needed to do was ask." He teased, rubbing his sore jaw.
She punched him softly in the stomach. "It's not that, you idiot. It's—" she stopped, "Wait, weren't you just wearing a shirt?" She asked, realizing her fist touched bare skin.
"Crap! Where'd it go?!" Gray nearly shouted—causing Lucy to once again slam him against the wall with her hand over his mouth.
"SHHH! Are you trying to get me killed?!" Lucy's harsh whisper made him freeze in place.
She quickly let go of him and tried crouching down to find his shirt. "Let's see here…" she whispered, running her hands over the floor. "Hmmm…I can't feel it."
"Let me see." Gray crouched down as well, and BAM! Their heads collided causing Lucy to fall back onto her butt and Gray fell on top of her.
"It hurts!" Lucy groaned, holding her forehead and rubbing it.
"I'm sorry!" Gray groaned as well, rubbing his head and moving to get up. However a force against his back prevented him from moving more than a few inches.
"Gray…would you mind getting off of me?" Lucy asked softly, her face flushing when she became aware of their situation.
"I=I'm trying. Something is blocking me."
"Ha-ha Gray, very funny. Now get up."
"No—seriously. There's something in the way. Reach up around me and try to move it.
"What?! You're just trying to get me to hug you. Pervert."
"Dammit Lucy, I can seduce you at any time. I'm serious right now."
Lucy scoffed and mumbled something along the lines of, "at any time my ass…" but she did as he asked anyways.
Gray rolled his eyes in response, but it was too dark for her to see it.
Lucy's face was bright red now. Here she was in a dark closet, half on the floor with her shoulder blades against the wall, with one of her male teammates right on top of her, his crotch practically pressing against hers, not to mention she was in a SKIRT, and she was reaching up around him, practically hugging his shirtless body as he held himself up around her. This was not a situation she wanted to be stuck in.
"Oh—I feel it. I t-think it's a broom." She whispered, becoming flustered at their situation. She did her best to press up against it—but it wouldn't budge.
"Well get it out of the way." Gray whispered impatiently. He too, was becoming extremely flustered, more blood rose to his cheeks the longer he stayed here.
"It—won't—move!" She said with each press.
Gray bit the inside of his lip to stay quiet. Every time she pressed up against the broom she also was pressing against his crotch. And then she kept whispering in his ear. He bit his lip harder—fighting against his manly instincts.
Lucy shrunk back down—giving up. "It just won't budge. I'm just going to try and open the door." She whispered, reaching up past him.
"No!" Gray whispered as harshly as Lucy had the first time, grabbing her wrist and holding her down. "Are you crazy?! Don't open the door!"
"Wha—it might help dislodge the broom!"
"Do you even know why I'm in here?!"
Lucy blinked. "Uh—actually no. Why are you in here?"
"Juvia is out there! She's crazy! She just tried to spoon feed me again!"
Lucy chuckled softly, "that's just Juvia! You'll be fine, I'm sure." Lucy attempted to reach up again, but Gray held her firmly in place.
"Sure, I'll be fine," the tone of his voice changed to something slightly more evil. "But will you? I mean…if Juvia sees you in here with me on top of you…" he trailed off. He knew he didn't need to finish. He could tell her form stiffened in fear.
"Oh no…she'll murder me. Gray! Don't open the door!"
"You idiot, you were the one trying to open it."
"Whatever! Then get the hell off of me! She'll kill me regardless!" Lucy pressed up against his chest with a newfound strength that was born from the fear of being caught with a shirtless Gray—and she successfully pushed him off of her with such force that the broom went back into its spot in the corner, Gray fell back with his legs tucked under him uncomfortably, and Lucy landed on top of him—colliding foreheads with him once again as a few things from the shelves fell down on top of them.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…." Lucy groaned, rubbing her forehead once more. "Sorry Gray…" she whispered.
Their situations were now reversed. Gray was mostly on the floor with his shoulder blades supported by the wall and his legs wide and tucked under him in a sort of stretching pose. Lucy was in-between his legs, holding herself up just inches from his face.
"Not again…" Lucy groaned, trying her best to get up—but to no avail. The broom had fallen back over.
"What is it?" Gray asked curiously, wondering why she hadn't gotten up yet.
"The broom fell again."
"Hmm." Gray moved then, pushing his weight to one side and pressing his crotch against Lucy's, holding her by her waist.
"Just what the heck do you think you're doing?!" She whispered, trying to push away from him.
"Chill—I'm getting my legs out from under me."
Sure enough she soon felt his legs creating a sort of barrier around her. The closet wasn't big enough for him to stretch his legs out so instead they were bent with his feet flat on the floor.
Lucy continued trying to press up against the broomstick. "Ugh. This sucks—it won't budge!"
"Here. Let me." Gray whispered in her ear as he reached up around her. She shivered at his voice and soon felt the weight lifted from her back. With one hand he placed the broom back into the corner, and they both sat up.
They were now facing each other in the dark, Lucy holding her knees against her chest and Gray with one leg tucked in, the other reaching around and resting next to Lucy.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, both embarrassed about what happened and too flustered to talk about it.
"So…" Gray coughed, trying to break the ice. "What did you do to Erza?"
"Ugh. Don't remind me. Her and Levy keep wanting me to be their dress-up doll. I just don't understand why they don't try on their OWN outfits."
Gray chuckled softly, "Because that would take all the fun out of it."
She punched his leg playfully, "Oh shut it. Like you would be willing to dress up for them. The problem with you is keeping your clothes ON."
"Hey! That's not nice." He teased back.
"I mean really, where the heck did your shirt go?" She laughed, poking his bare abs.
Gray scoffed, "Please, you know you like me better when it's off."
This time it was Lucy's turn to scoff, "Please." She mimicked, "you aren't the only male with a nice upper body in the guild you know."
"Ha! You just admitted I have a killer body!"
"To be specific, I said upper body."
"Same thing."
"Is not."
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Lucy thinks I'm sexy~" He sang.
"Oh whatever—like I don't catch you checking me out all the time."
"Duh. You're super-hot."
"Uh—I—uh—thanks?" Lucy stammered, blushing once again.
Gray chuckled softly. "What? You didn't think I thought so?"
"T-that's not it. I just—uh—didn't think you'd ever s-say it. I mean—you did say it once—only it wasn't you—and uhh—but that's not—what was the question?"
Gray chuckled again, leaning in closer to her. "You're cute when you stutter."
"I-I did not." She stammered, pressing as far back into the closet wall as she could.
"Did too." He scooted even closer, starting to close off the gap between them.
"Did not!"
"Uh-huh. Sure." He was several inches from her face now.
"Dammit Fullbuster. Stop it!" She turned her head so she wouldn't be looking directly towards him.
"Oooh. Last name. Am I in trouble?" Just a few inches now.
"Yes! Stop it!" She lightly pushed against his bare chest, hoping he would back off.
He chuckled and remained a few inches away. "Stop what?"
Her response was whispered so softly that he barely heard it, "g-getting closer…"
"Why?" he asked curiously, his icy breath in her ear sending shivers down her spine.
"C-cause…"
He reached down so his hand was in-between her thigh and arm and moved so he would speak directly into her ear.
"That's not a reason."
Stronger chills rushed through her body. He felt her shake.
"I-I…t-this…" she tried to speak, but words weren't coming out right.
"You what?" His breath once again sent chills through her body as he spoke right into her ear.
"t-too close…" her whisper was barely audible.
Suddenly he chuckled and went back to his original position.
She blinked for a few moments, but Gray just couldn't stop chuckling.
"W-what's so funny?!" She asked, clearly embarrassed.
"I told you I could seduce you at any time!" He continued chuckling.
3….2…..1…..
"GRAY!" Lucy screamed—pouncing on top of him with a series of attacks. The continuous movements in the closet caused several items to fall from the shelves and hit both Lucy and Gray hard—but neither of them cared. Lucy was far too embarrassed at the situation and was way more focused on killing Gray than on things hitting her. Gray however was simply having way too much fun and couldn't stop from bursting out in laughter while he blocked all of her punches and slaps.
And then light poured into the closet.
Shocked, Lucy and Gray shielded their eyes as they tried to see the perpetrator.
The pair froze in place.
"J-Juvia it's not what it looks like!" Lucy yelled, jumping up and off of Gray. "He was seducing me! I was simply t-trying to punish him for it!"
Gray jumped up this time. "Way to throw me under the bus Lucy! I say it was YOU who was seducing ME!"
Juvia gasped. "Gray-sama! Is that true?! Was Lucy coming onto you?!"
Lucy paled. "N-no Juvia! I swear!"
Juvia's demeanor changed to something deadly. "My love rival…How dare you violate Gray-sama…you're going to pay." She said dangerously, parts of her body turning into water.
Lucy turned back to Gray, her final hope. "Gray! Tell her the truth!" she pleaded, nearly shaking in fear.
Gray smirked, "I did tell the truth," he stated with obvious sarcasm, and unfortunately for Lucy, Juvia took it seriously.
"It would be wonderful if you died now, Love Rival."
Gray gave her a wink as he took off running in the opposite direction.
"WAHHHHHHH!"