Here's chapter three! Please enjoy! Thanks for your previous reviews!

The guild was restful. Everyone seemed to be enjoying their own personal space and thoughts today and a calm quiet settled down amongst them. Few people entered or left and few people talked, all in all it was very peaceful. Natsu and Happy were dozing in the back corner, stuffed from the feast Mira had prepared them earlier. Erza was out at the moment and many others were either on jobs or just milling about quietly.

Gray sat at the bar, munching on a particularly chewy stick of celery. Mira stood near him, polishing glasses and humming under her breath. Looking up Gray's eyes cast a watchful glance around the room, dark eyes bored. Cana was drinking a generous glass of wine at a booth near the front, Levy reading a large book across the table from her. Nab was pacing around the request board, thick brows burrowed. Lastly his eyes fell upon Lucy who was sitting a few stools down the bar from him, hand working away furiously.

Her brown eyes were intense, blonde hair tied back messily, notebook open on the counter, nibbling on the end of her favourite pen. She appeared very focused as she continued to scribble down words unknown to Gray.

Gray watched her, studying how her bangs fell into her eyes, how her lips quirked upwards in a smile whenever she wrote down something she liked. Although he had known Lucy for nearly two years now, he never got tired of watching her write. Something about it sparked his interest and made his heart beat just a tad faster. Maybe it was way her eyes shone or the how her thin brows drew together in intense thought.

Whatever it was it drove Gray wild. It was silly and irrational but when Lucy was writing, and she was in the moment, he almost wished she would study him with that same ferocity. Those large, thoughtful brown eyes of hers peering into his soul, getting to know every story he ever wanted to tell her; even the ones he didn't. Then she'd nibble on the bottom of her lip, as she often did when stumped, and cock her head and just look at him.

Gray felt his face burn and he stared down at his plate, extremely flustered. Nothing about it made sense, Lucy was his friend and his team mate yet these intoxicating visions hazed over his logicality. He wondered if she ever felt the same way about him, bottled up feelings and a tongue that never cooperates. No way could he tell her how he felt, describe to her the way she made him tingle all over.

Grabbing another celery stick Gray bit into it furiously. He was a fool and he knew it, yet still his affection for his friend grew.

It happened in small moments, bed time after a long mission, weekends spent goofing off around the guild but over time it had slowly accumulated and now he was in deep. Feelings often worked that way, you don't notice them until their running you over like a train.

"I've got it!" Lucy screamed, jumping up from her stool, sending it clattering. "I've finally got it!"

Snapping to attention Gray looked up, staring at Lucy. Everyone in the guild seemed to still and all eyes were on her.

"Don't you guys see!?" Lucy asked, looking around the room excitedly, brown eyes wide. "I finally have an ending to the story I've been working on for months!"

Everyone shared a simultaneous look, shrugged, and went back to whatever they were doing. Lucy's face fell and she frowned to herself, snatching her book off the counter she began heading for the door.

Gray looked after her startled, his legs frozen, heart racing, he forced himself to move. Running after her he called out, "Lucy! Wait!"

Pausing, fingers gripping the handle, she looked over her shoulder, tears brimming in her eyes. "What?" She asked, fighting back the onslaught of tears that threatened to fall.

Gray faltered, face heating, "tell me about your story."

Lucy stared at him wide eyed, lips parted in shock and golden hair falling across her shoulder. "Actually? You want to hear about it?"

Swallowing thickly he nodded, "yeah, I do."

For a moment it looked like Lucy was about to cry but then her face spread into the largest grin he'd ever seen her produce. "Where do I even begin? There is so much to say! Come on," she said, motioning to the door. "Let's go get a coffee and talk about it, I'm sure you'll like it!"

Smiling down at her, heart skipping a beat he nodded again. "I'm sure I will. Take the lead."

Beaming at him Lucy pushed open the door, Gray following in tow. The two strolled down the street, Lucy talking about her story avidly. "So then Fiona falls down the wishing well, breaking her arm . . ." she explains excitedly. Brown eyes looking at him with that very special look he'd been longing for; attention directly on him.

Now all he had to do was to work up the courage to sweep in and kiss her. Gray smiled to himself, baby steps, baby steps.

Besides all good things come in time.

Thanks for reading! Not so much action in this one! More of Gray's "special" thoughts. Next one will be Lucy's POV!

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