A/N: So I will say this is my first fluff piece, and I made it soft because I didn't feel comfortable with too much details. Anyway, this story was a real thrill to write, so much so I began the first 3 chapters and finished them two days early so all I had to do was hit send. So please sit back and relax as you read and enjoy it. Please review it too.
Lucy was given an opportunity to go into town, which didn't happen often. When it did she always wore her most casual clothes. She wore a loose blouse and jeans with some fairly comfortable heels. She made her way through the crowded streets as she wanted to see the sights and shops. As she did she passed a dark haired boy who gave her a shiver. She stopped as he continued to walk, seemingly not seeing her as she passed. She continued on, not noticing that the boy had finally stopped and turned to watch her retreating figure. She felt as though she knew him from somewhere.
She continued her little shopping trip alone, but she was still pleased with herself and having fun. As the day drew to a close, she left for the estate. She walked in silence and within a few minutes she felt someone watching her. As she turned down an alley she could hear someone's footsteps follow behind. She had taken the wrong turn and now found herself against the wall. She trembled as she watched as the stranger approached. "What do you want?" she asked fearfully.
No reply came from the stranger. Out of no where, the boy from earlier appeared and landed an uppercut to his jaw hard enough to send him to the ground. The boy kneeled down to inspect the body, and Lucy began to fear he might have killed him. "Is he alright?" She asked and she slowly began to approach him. The boy didn't respond immediately to her question and she began to wonder if he even heard him. Just as she opened her mouth to try again he said, "he is fine, just out cold. Don't worry he won't bother you again miss Heartfilia," he stood and smiled at her.
She offered a small smile in return, "that's good news. Thank you."
He closed the small gap between them and offered his hand, "no problem. My name is Gray, would you like me to escort you the rest of the way home?"
She took his outstretched hand and said, "sure."
So they walked to her home and she planned on having her father pay him back for his help. When they made it to the estate they discovered her father gone. So she brought Gray to the small sitting area in her room to entertain him until he came home. They sat talking and enjoying each other's company. After some time though the grew quiet and se became nervous. She then stood up from her seat and went to her private bathroom. When she came out she went to the full length wall mirror to check her appearance.
As she turned around she realized Gray was watching her with a look of hunger in his eyes. He slowly approaches her and out of uncertainty she began to back up until she hit the wall. She found herself against the wall for the second time that night, but this time she felt more curiosity than fear. Gray stopped when they stood toe to toe and carefully placed his hand on her cheek and gently stroked it with her thumb. Then he began to trail his hand down to rest gently on her neck. He slowly leaned his face down to her until their lips met in a tender and passionate kiss. When she returned the kiss Gray pressed his body into hers and his hands began to explore her body. Soon they ventured up her shirt and began to caressing her bare skin.
Just as Gray was going to make his next move when the two heard footsteps coming down the hall to her room. They quickly moved apart as they heard Lucy's father knock and the door and a muffled, "Lucy are you awake." She strode towards the door and opened it after making sure her clothes were straightened. Her father looked at her curiously, "how was your trip?"
"It was great dad, though I did have some trouble on my way home, but I met this boy who helped me," she said as she turned to acknowledge Gray who she now noticed was no longer here. Her eyes searched her room before finally resting on the doors to her balcony. They lay open and the wind blew the curtains out. She turned to her father, "but he left before I could get his name." This fact was indeed true considering she didn't know Gray's last name, and he left without a warning.
"Well, I'm glad someone was there to take care of you. Goodnight Lucy," he rested his hand on her shoulder before leaving her to herself. She closed her door before walking towards the balcony. She hoped he had merely hidden outside, but much to her disdain he had fled to wherever his home was. She walked to the railing and leaned her elbows on the stone. She stared out at the grounds below and began to think about the mysterious boy who saved her that night.