Okay, so this is a day late, but here's hoping it's not a dollar short! I am so very sorry I wasn't able to post this yesterday. I just couldn't seem to get my mind to cooperate with me. But fear not! I will catch up.
But for now, please enjoy the continuation to Day 1 and my submission for Day 2!
Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail.
GrayLu Week: Day 2 - Night
Gray woke to almost total darkness, the deep color of night broken only by the soft beam of the moon sneaking through his parted curtains. It was late, he figured, or more accurately, really early. More importantly though was how much better he felt now. The chills that wracked his body so violently were now gone, as was the weariness. Quite frankly, he felt like a million bucks, and as he looked over at the girl lying next to him, he realized it was all because of her. He'd been through this particular illness only twice before in his lifetime, and both times had knocked him on his ass for at least three days. Now, here he was...perfectly fine after only half a day.
The whole thing was shocking for him - his quick recovery, Lucy's visit, her subsequent foray into his bed. And damn if she didn't look good there curled up beside him, her pretty pink lips parted just enough to allow those soft breaths of hers to escape, all that golden hair fanning out across the pillow he always used.
It felt somehow natural to have her there, and as he stared down at her sleeping form, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to wake up like this all the time. Of course, what man in his right mind wouldn't wish for that with her? Lucy was one hell of a woman.
A smile pricked his lips as she left out a soft sigh and nuzzled her head against his arm. He'd had an opportunity to watch her like this, freely, without concern of being caught, and he had to say he liked it...a lot. Of course, that was no surprise really. He'd known for quite a while how he felt about Lucy, so it wasn't any wonder he was enjoying this.
But how long could it last? He knew once Lucy woke up, this little dream of his would shatter. She had been trying to help him. She wasn't doing this to prompt a deeper relationship with him, and for damn sure, she wasn't trying to get into his pants. No, she was his friend, and as such, she'd done her best to take care of him.
Still, he couldn't deny his surprise at waking up and finding her still here. He'd assumed she would leave once he fell asleep, but there she was, hours later, nestled perfectly against his body. It was like she belonged there.
Gray sighed at that. For him, that's what it felt like, but maybe for her it was different. She might not want anything more from him than his friendship, and if that was the case, then he would have to find a way to accept that. But in the meantime, he could just enjoy being near her, at least for now.
He glanced over at the clock beside his bed, finding the hour inching toward four in the morning. He still had a few hours with her, not much, but it would have to do. And he intended to enjoying every single moment. With a deep sigh of contentment, he settled back in behind her, drawing her curvy form in tight. He dipped his head down, drawing in a slow breath, and nearly groaned at the scent of her.
Mavis, the woman smelled good. He often wondered if she had any idea how tempting her aroma was. Did she do it on purpose to tease him? He couldn't even count how many times he'd caught a whiff of that scent on a mission and had to go to bed fighting a hard on. It was damn difficult, not to mention awkward as hell to subdue his libido while sharing a tent with the object of his desire and two other people.
And this night was apparently going to be no different. To his chagrin, his body decided it liked being up next to hers, his shorts tightening with arousal. He couldn't believe he couldn't control himself better, especially considering this time, she would definitely be close enough to notice.
The thought had him drawing away from her, but when Lucy didn't so much as flinch, he couldn't bring himself to leave. He just wanted a little more...a little more contact...a little more time.
He eased back in place, pressing his face into the crook of her neck and pulling in a deep breath of that subtle sexy smell. A low rumble inched its way up his throat, and before he knew it, he was pressing his lips to her skin. He couldn't seem to stop himself.
He'd always been drawn to her, always felt a need to be near her, but this was out of hand. No matter how badly he'd wanted her in the past, he'd never once made a move. But now, it was like he couldn't control himself.
Oh, this was such a bad idea. He'd seen how she dealt with unwanted advances, and he felt certain she was going to kill him for taking such liberties with her while she slept. But for some reason, a part of him disagreed. He remembered all too well how she'd reacted to his touch. He could tell she'd hoped he hadn't noticed, but how the hell could he miss that shiver? It was sexy as hell and had given him hope for just a second that she might be interested too.
Now that he was thinking about it, she'd been strangely bold with him before, seeming to almost flirt with him and offering things he'd never imagined she would, like getting into his bed, spending the night with him, letting him hold her while they slept. And she hadn't, even for a second, acted anything other than calm. It was like it was all completely normal.
Maybe she wasn't as immune to him as he'd thought. And maybe...maybe it was time he tested that theory.
Slowly, he moved his head back down, his lips grazing her neck again and again. But he didn't stop there. He slid a hand beneath the edge of her tank top and let his thumb brush gently against her belly. It was the closest he'd ever come to her, and while it sent a jolt of excitement through his body, he wanted her awake and responding to him.
Suddenly, Lucy shifted, her back arching slightly and her ass pressing into his groin. A soft moan filtered up through her parted lips, and though she wasn't all the way awake yet, Gray couldn't help but grin at the reaction she'd given him already.
He hummed quietly against her skin as he kissed his way up her neck, and within a handful of moments, he felt her move again. It was subtle, but that roll of her hips was more than enough to let him know how she felt.
And then it changed. Her body came to a halt, stilling so suddenly that he had no doubt she'd finally woken up. This was the moment of truth, when he'd either sink or swim, and Mavis knew he was terrified. If Lucy didn't feel the same way about him, it could very well destroy even the friendship they'd established thus far. But he was tired of never taking a chance...
Please don't let this be a mistake.
Taking in a steadying breath, he resume his ministrations, hand and lips moving slowly over her body. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited for her to make a move. He didn't think he could take it if she hated him for this, and just as he was preparing to let her go, something happened.
She spoke, her voice a whisper in the dark. "Gray..."
She sounded timid in the moonlit room, uncertain about what was happening, and he nearly cursed himself for crossing the line with her. He'd betrayed her trust by touching her in such a way without her consent.
"God...I'm sorry, Lucy."
He pulled his hand back and moved to roll away when she did something more unexpected than anything else she'd done so far. She turned toward him in one fluid motion, her hands reaching for him and bringing his head down to hers. Her lips were soft and her kiss hot, cranking his already raging libido into full gear.
It was like a dream come true, and he grabbed hold of it before it could get away. His arms closed around her lithe form, tugging her as close as possible, but still, it wasn't close enough. Need clawed at him - the need to touch her, to taste her, to feel her. He couldn't get enough.
Maybe such a jump in their relationship was wrong. It was their first kiss. It should have been one that embodied sweetness and a certain kind of innocence, but the moment their lips had joined, it was already too far gone. Every nip of their teeth, every stroke of their tongues only seemed to build the flames higher until Gray was certain his bed would catch fire.
It was like they'd flown past first base, then second and third. And now, here they were, sliding right on into home with their clothes disappearing faster than he'd ever stripped before. Should he feel bad about that? Were they moving too fast? Probably...actually, the answer to that was a big fat probably, but how could he stop?
He'd wanted this, wanted her for so long, and the desperate way Lucy clung to him seemed to say the same of her. Maybe this had been a long time coming...passion waiting only for an opening to launch into each other's arms. It felt like they were magnets, pulled toward each other with a force unstoppable.
And he didn't want it to stop. He wanted it to go on and on and on...till they were both boneless with satisfaction and the sun was sinking once again.
"Gray..." Lucy called to him, her voice trembling with need and her hands tugging his hips between her legs. "Please..."
He didn't think he'd ever heard anything so incredible. How this woman could beg him to make love to her was beyond his comprehension. She was beautiful and incredible, the kind of woman any man on Earthland would kill to have, and she wanted him.
Awe swept through his being, and he found himself leaning down to kiss her again. This time though, he took his time, giving himself a chance to really learn the taste of her, but more than that, he wanted to show her that she was more than just a sexy woman to him. She was more, so much more, and he needed her to know that.
A moan crept up Lucy's throat at such attention, and with an answering groan, Gray licked his way down her neck and eased a hand between her spread thighs. He found her slick with desire, her body wet and ready for him.
"Are you sure about this, Lucy?"
He had to ask. He knew he had to. She was his friend first, and he would never want to do something to damage that in pursuit of something more.
But Lucy seemed to have no issue. Her lips curled in a brilliant smile as she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "I'm sure, Gray. I've wanted this for a long time."
Those words seemed to strike him right in the heart, causing something to bloom in his chest, a warmth that could rival the sun. He was at a loss in that moment, unable to tell her just what it meant to him. So he did the only thing he could. He let his body do the talking.
By the time he was done, there would be nothing left unsaid. Lucy would know everything there was to know about how he felt about her, and if there was any justice in this world, this amazing woman would agree to be his.
Gray brushed a kiss over her pink lips and eased himself up to her entrance, and keeping his eyes trained on hers, he pushed himself inside. He didn't want to ever forget this moment, to lose the image of Lucy beneath him, taking him into her body for the first time.
But dear God, she was going to kill. She was tight around him, gripping him so hard, he nearly cursed. He'd wanted to make love to her for the rest of the night and on into the day hours later, but how the hell was he supposed to last when she felt so damn good?
Clenching his jaw against his own need, Gray began to move, drawing his hips back and setting a slow pace. It was incredible and sensual, and with Lucy moaning and arching into him the way she was, it was damn near perfect, but it was doing nothing for his shaky control. The woman was decimating him with every slick slide of his body into hers.
He found his breath coming quicker, matching hers, and he could barely squash the pride that welled in his chest when he realized how close she was. He felt like he'd been waiting for this moment forever, and as Lucy let the sensations take her, Gray knew he had to see it again and again.
He'd never seen anything more beautiful than his blonde goddess letting go and knowing it was because of him made it all the better.
But he hadn't been prepared for the impact of her release - both emotional and physical. It all worked to tie him up in knots, and within moments of her glorious end, Gray found his own. It had to be a record for him, and not of a good kind.
Still, he could already feel himself gearing up for round two, so he didn't take it too hard. Besides, how could he be ashamed of his lack of self-control with Lucy grinning up at him like that? She looked positively replete from that one taste of what he could offer her, and he was hardly done.
A smirk appearing on his face, Gray dropped his mouth down on hers and rolled them over, setting her over top of him without dislodging himself from her body. Lucy squealed as they shifted positions, then giggled cutely down at him. But that playful expression fell away an instant later when he thrust up inside her again.
Her head tipped back at his action, a gasp springing from her lips, and then she was moving, her rounded hips rising and falling over him as if she couldn't get enough. Gray watched her swaying breasts in heavy-lidded fascination and felt everything south of his belly contract with hunger. She was so damn sexy, and by some stroke of luck, she was his.
Or she would be by this time tomorrow. He would make sure of it, because after having her like this, he couldn't go back.
And if that look in her eyes was anything to go by, she felt the same way. This was no random coupling. It wasn't a pair of friends just finding pleasure for a few hours. It was real, a connection most people wait their whole lives to find, and they'd found it. And as they surrendered themselves to each other, Gray knew this was only the beginning. Their journey stretched out before them like the brightest star in the sky, and he couldn't wait.
