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CHAPTER 2 - Saving Grace
Who did I think I could save?
Lucy wasn't in a good mood.
She hasn't been in a good mood since 2 weeks ago, when her father came into her room and announced that he would be buying her a player to use in the Circuit as a birthday gift. A birthday gift. She knew that it was just an excuse that he conjured up, so he could have increased chances of winning cash during the fights in the Circuit with 2 players under his name. Lucy wasn't stupid; she knew how her father worked.
Of course that conversation had blown into one huge fight between the both of them and it resulted with Lucy slamming the door at her father's face and camping over at her best friend Levy's house for a few nights to cool things off.
She had tried again to reason with her father that she refused to have a person bound to her by illegal means. Lucy couldn't stand it –she couldn't take advantage of someone like that! But her father wouldn't listen, not that she thought he would anyway. After her multiple attempts in trying to dissuade her father, Lucy didn't have the energy to try again when it all failed.
Loke, one of the bodyguards that her father had assigned to her since she was a child, had caught wind of the whole situation about a week ago and had been trying to cheer her up ever since. She appreciated his efforts, really, but she needed to sort her head before she could go out and about with people. It was one of the few reasons why Loke had been calling her phone every few hours, an update as he would put it. But it wasn't an update in reality, it was more like a bait to swing by the club called Fairy Tail to 'loosen up'. For a bodyguard, he sure was lax with his job.
Lucy sighed as she combed her blonde locks with her fingers, trying to calm her mind. Her plan in not meeting the Circuit Runner today was totally jeopardized, seeing that even after lingering around Levy's bookstore for over an hour, she still managed to walk in on them. She had hoped that she wasn't around the house when the buying process was taking place –and when they transferred the pink haired boy into her custody. She refused to call him " Merchandise" like how her father referred him as. She knew she had called him Merchandise minutes ago, whilst she did feel bad calling him that, there was no other way Lucy could bring herself to behave and act in front of the Circuit Runner, not when they could report to her father how 'nice' she was towards the boy.
Not to mentioned she hadn't read his file, which meant that she had no way of knowing his name.
Putting all thoughts of the boy and the term merchandise aside, she was just thankful that Loke's insistent callings was put up to good use for once, with that being her excuse to get away from the horrible ordeal.
" Lucy," Loke's voice filled her room and she glanced at the phone lying next to her on her bed. Concern was evident in his voice and Lucy tried not to think too much about it. " Do you want me to come over?"
" No, go enjoy yourself with all your 'girlies'," She said, almost gagging at the end at the thought of his latching onto other girls like he always does. She couldn't believe he was 5 years her senior, honestly, he acted like he was a hormonal teenager sometimes. " I'm fine."
" You don't sound fine."
" I said I'm fine Loke. Shut up."
The line went quiet after that as Lucy stared at her ceiling, green phosphorescence light littering her ceiling as tiny stars. How long has she been staring at her ceiling? 10 minutes? She would guess that at least 5 minutes had passed since leaving Virgo and the rest at the hallways. Lucy had collapsed onto her bed instantly when she reached her room and switched Loke onto speaker mode.
Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she swiped up her phone from the mattress. " I'm gonna go –please stop calling me. I'm going to sleep before you even ask."
Loke sighed, his breath crackling over the speaker and she knew that he'd seen through her lie. " Lucy… I know you aren't happy with the situation right now but there isn't anything you can do about it. For all you know, that kid might not even be happy with the situation too. Go and talk to him at least, he might not be a bad person like Gajeel."
" Gajeel's different, ," Lucy interjected heatedly, feeling slightly annoyed that Loke even compared the pink haired boy with one of her closest friends. " He's been with us for years."
" Don't use that as an excuse Lucy!" Loke snapped back, but Lucy didn't take it to heart, she knew he was just acting out for her best interest. After a moment, he quietly added, " Just go talk to him."
She sighed. " Okay."
Loke sounded generally surprised at her answer, if his slightly hitched voice was any indication. " Okay?"
" Yes," She repeated, " Okay."
Loke was right. She had to talk to him - Lucy owed that boy at least that. She couldn't mope around in her room like a spoilt brat, she was 21 for heaven's sake! A responsible, mature and sane adult was what she needed to be. So what if her father bought a person for her? She had no control over that. But she had control over how the boy was treated in her household and she will damn well make sure that he would enjoy his stay over here.
" Thanks," She found herself saying over the phone, " Sorry for being such a brat."
He laughed and all the tension held between them was gone with the echo of his mirth. " You're welcome princess –and also Lucy, you're always a brat. But you're my little cutie brat that lies precious in my he-"
Rolling her eyes at the sudden change of his mood, she hung up with much of a second's thought. Honestly, she didn't know how she even put up with his attitude sometimes. But Loke did come with his perks, she supposed, so she couldn't complain much.
Tossing her phone onto her mattress, she stood up and made her way to the bathroom. A good old bath would ease away her worries for a while, and she definitely needed a clear head when she talked with the boy later.
45 minutes later, Lucy found herself outside that boy's room with her hands fumbling over the hem of her dress before raising them to knock on the door. When no one answered after a few knocks, she opened the door and went in. The room was bare, save for the furniture littering the room, it was void of any human touch that showed someone was living here. It wasn't a guest room, those rooms were at another section of the house. This was just one of those extra rooms they had for some reason Lucy couldn't remember. Her house was made up of mainly empty rooms, that was all Lucy knew.
Giving the room a once over, he wasn't anywhere in sight, and judging by the fact that there was a new set of clothes laying on the bed, she could safely assume that he was showering like how she had instructed Virgo to do so. She might as well pass time while she waited, she thought, and with that she plucked out a random book from the bookshelf and sat on the bed.
" The Howl," She murmured, her face forming into an expression that mimicked confusion as she read off the title of the book. That was strange. She'd never read this book before –much less even knew about the existence of this book, which was saying a lot. Lucy had more or less conquered all the books within her vicinity of her home, and to find one that she's never read before… it definitely was strange.
Oh well.
At least she could read it in its whole now, since there was no possible way for her to skip to her favorite parts of the story.
The introduction of the story was an odd one –it went on about owls, checkered boxes and pen ink. A peculiar combination of items, if she had to say, but it blended well with what was to go on next. She was so absorbed into the story (she was at page 38 in case you were wondering) that she failed to notice the bathroom door open, bringing in a gust of steam into the bedroom. Little did Lucy know that by the bathroom door, stood a man glowering at her as he watched her relaxed form on the bed. When she did register another presence in the room however, it was when a pair of warm arms slipped around her waist and dragged her body back into something solid.
And she knew in a heartbeat that it was him.
The feel of wet naked skin through the thin fabric of her nightgown was close enough to send her mind into frizzles as she tensed up like a spring coil, almost daring herself to unwind. She was numbly aware that she lost her page mark of The Howl with the sudden intrusion of skin and body, and it lay at the edge of the bed –the other side of the bed where she lied moments ago. It felt like almost all function of her body was lost, as she sat limply on his lap. But the funny part of everything was how she was nimbly attentive of the lightest tickle of his hair on her skin.
He traced his nose gently along the curves of her neck, his warm breath fanning over skin and tickling her ear. " Looks like someone's eager, " He growled, his voice deep and husky and she was hooked on it like a trance. Sex voice, she numbly thought as she felt her head run a thousand miles, he had a sex voice. Mavis, what thought was that even –she was losing herself. All because of skin contact and that sex voice!
Despite the internal battle between brain and body, or the lack thereof, he continued on with his administrations.
" My Mistress," He whispered, dragging his hands over her legs and resting them on her hip. Heat flared under his fingertips as calloused fingers felt like sandpaper on her skin, with each stroke of his thumb at her hip sending jolts of electricity up her spine. " All dressed up for me to unwrap."
His teeth grazed her ear, the feel of pointed canines was sharp on her skin. " I suppose I should show you my appreciation."
With his hands making her head spin a literal 360 in her mind, Lucy tried her best to gather her thoughts in position. To think that Lucy had only wanted to talk to the boy and then got herself in this situation? Of all situations that could've happened? That was bitter fate as she would call it.
She mentally cursed.
Now seemed like a bad time to mention the fact that for 21 years of her life, she had almost 0 romantic contact with the opposite sex. Sure she had guy friends, but guy friends didn't do things like this! Heavens, she hadn't even had her first kiss yet! Lucy knew she was attractive (just look at her boobs –its huge) but she just wasn't interested in men… not that she was interested in women. She just meant that for whatever reason, she couldn't bring herself to like a man romantically at the moment.
She had a nagging suspicion that her 'whatever reason' was probably because of how much a jackass her father was.
Although she currently did not harbor any romantic feelings for any men right now, that didn't entail that she was immune to a man's touch either.
Trying her best to ignore the warmness spreading throughout her body, she asked cautiously, careful to not make any sudden movements around him. She'd had more than enough experience of almost getting socked in the face because of her tendency to scare people -namely Gajeel, the fighter that her Father owned- to know that it was best to just stay still.
And try to keep her heart rate at a normal pace. Because she could hear it pounding between her ears as of right now.
Gathering her courage and scattered thoughts, she asked, " What are you doing?"
" What does it look like?" He responded as he leaned forward, pink hair and hooded eyes peeking through at the side of her face. There was a lazy grin etched on his face, slightly pointed canines digging into the bottom of his lip. " I'm making you feel good."
And then he slipped his hand under her dress.
That was all that was needed for her to throw out whatever sense of maturity she had for the situation out the window and down the drain. Screw not making any sudden movements -she couldn't just sit still and let that man molest her!
Flying to other side of the bed in the speed of light, Lucy felt her face burn a thousand shades of red as she processed what literally just happened. A series of questions shot by her mind quickly. Did he really just slip his hand under her dress to feel her up? And not just that –she did actually just sat on his lap while he continued on fondling –could she even call it fondling, Mavis, her mind was a mess- her.
She buried her face between her hands as she stifled a groan. By the stars, she had no self-control at all! She was mortified! She didn't think that she ever felt more embarrassed than she did right now in her entire life –it was even worse than stepping on Plue's (her white Maltese) poop in front of her Father's guests. That was saying something.
All because of her lack of experience with men and that touching he did and that –that sex voice.
Well, damn.
There was a sudden change in weight on the bed as she felt him crawl closer to her, and her body went rigid in response.
" No! Don't come any closer!" She shot one hand out towards him, the other still nursing over her red face. Lucy didn't think she could handle him with such close proximity. " You stay where you are!"
There was a break in movement and she heard him say, " Playing innocent huh? I bet you like that."
Lucy didn't have the time to think of a response to that, not when her hands were ripped off her face and she was pushed onto the duvet. He had her caged with both his arms at the side of her shoulder, and her heart raged with incredible speed at the close vicinity their faces had. From this angle, where shadows were casted over his face, his eyes were a deep shade of brown but there were glints of golden green flecks that were reflected off from the table lamp. The devious smile that was accentuated by his abnormally sharp teeth gave him a slight predator look, something that made her feel awfully hot in this flimsy clothing she wore.
Once the momentary distraction was gone, Lucy was reminded that seconds ago this man was feeling her up and now he was trying to be dominating?
" Get off me," She growled, struggling to push him off her. But there was no purchase, his solid form still hovering over her. " I said get off me Merchandise!"
He wrenched himself off her faster than she would've expected. His hands were tightly balled into fists, the whiteness decorating his knuckles was stark against his tan skin. Tension that was not in the area moments ago settled in between them like good old frenemies.
" Merchandise?" He spat, rage brewing in his eyes as he stared down at her. " Should've expected that."
Lucy swallowed hard, internally panicking at how fast the situation was spiraling out of control. She couldn't see the end to this mess anytime soon. " No! It's not like that –"
" No Mistress," He sneered, the word mistress rolling off his lips like venom. " It's exactly like that. Every one of you is exactly the same."
Deciding that she had zero idea on how to save the state of affairs she was currently in -much less on how to keep the man before her from lashing out in anger, she found herself blubbering out, " I-I'm not here for sex!"
Almost right after the words went past her mouth, she felt like slapping herself. Was that really the best excuse she could give to diffuse the situation? Was that even related to anything that was happening right now? First she had wanted to talk to him, and then found herself getting sexually manhandled by him and now she's getting into a fight with him?
But surprise surprise, the boiling rage in his eyes simmered down and then quietly he said, " What?"
There was still a degree of mistrust and a tinge of temper in them, as she looked at him in the eye. But that was more than enough encouragement to know that her lame excuse she conjured up moments ago definitely hit the nail right on the head to quell his rage. " I'm not here for sex," She repeated, confident that he needed to hear it again.
And she was right. All the fight in him was gone like a diminished flame as he soaked up her words. He numbly sat back down numbly on the bed, " You're… You're not here for sex?" He asked, clear relief in his voice.
Her heart wrenched at that. Lucy could tell at that instance that whatever he had done moments ago… it wasn't part of his will. " I just wanted to talk to you."
He didn't reply after that, his face morphing into one that was deep in thought which led Lucy to do the same as well. Now that the tension was gone from the atmosphere, she was at a loss at everything. He had honestly thought that she was here for sex… She supposed the nightgown she was wearing (she wore nightgowns to sleep every night mind you) did entail some sexy thoughts, but she did absolutely nothing to him that suggested that she even wanted sex. She had even pushed him off and told him no –both of which that should've stopped him from acting out.
And yet, that didn't stop him; all because he had the impression that she wanted it from him.
Not until she'd called him – she winced - Merchandise.
She had her reasons for calling him that and namely it was because she didn't know his name. And also because she knew he would stop once she uttered the word. Gajeel had mentioned once that none of them appreciated the word, and seemed to her that he was definitely right.
On the other scale of her thoughts, she was furious at the Circuit Runner. What sort of things did the Circuit Runners do to him for him to even have this type of thoughts on the first encounter? Lucy didn't even want to think about it, knowing that unless she had a solution to solve what the Circuit Runners did to him, there was no point in pondering on it too long.
An awkward shade of purple at his jaw caught her eye and concern over his wellbeing took over her. " What happened to your face? "
He awkwardly turned his face away, his bruising jaw out of her sight. " It's none of your business."
Trying her very best not to diss at his attitude, she tried a softer approach, thinking that it was best to not seem to hostile towards him, considering everything that happened within the past hour. " I'm supposed to take care of you."
Apparently, that seemed to be the right choice of words on her end as she managed to scoop out a reply from him. " That slimeball punched me."
She grimaced, not surprised that his answer wasn't the one she was hoping for –she had been hoping that he knocked into a pole but what were the chances at that happening at all? None, that's what. Judging by the discoloration littering his jaw, she could tell that it happened recently, most probably today. Lucy had half the heart to bet that Gurnik was the slimeball that had punched him. He certainly looked the type to go around punching defenseless beings.
" Stay here," She told him as she stood up from the bed and made her way to the door. He looked up from where he was at, and Lucy finally –finally realized that he was clad in only a towel. Determined to not let that affect her, she hurriedly opened the door. " I'm gonna get you some ointments for that bruise. And do change into some clothes."
There was only a stiff nod in response and she closed the door shut.
As Lucy made her way to the kitchen, she dimly wondered: What exactly did her Father get her into?
Hello everyone! I'm so happy with all the responses I had for the first chapter! I'm glad so many of you enjoyed it! Thank you for all the favs/reviews/follows! And because of that, I have to say -this is a SUPER QUICK UPDATE! And gosh, this is actually just half of what I had in mind for Chapter 2 but it was getting really long so I decided to just post what I have for Chapter 2 and save the rest for Chapter 3!
Also, I have to say I struggled with the whole sexy sexy ordeal like mad cause I can't write romance to save my life. ALSO SIDE NOTE, There is no lemons in this story Sorry if this disappoints anyone but I don't want to embarrass myself thinking about it 24/7 xD I also do hope everyone loved Natsu in here because I sure did haha x)
Let me know if anyone is OOC because I'm willing to hear them all! Sorry if there's any mistakes here too! Drop me a message so I can correct them!
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