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Sting x Lucy
Sticy/Stilu
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A soft ruckus was heard from inside the Honeybone Inn as both light and shadow moved closer to the destination, muffled hollers and laughter seemed to echo through the strong mahogany doors and to the streets. Those Fairies sure are drunk in fun, too bad it won't last long. A smirk escaped the lips of the blue eyed male as he thought this, his eyes glimmering with a malicious scheme in mind. Next to the mage was an emotionless figure in all black, scaring away the passing townsfolk without even so much as a word. He's grown in more suspicion and doubt towards his friend since the Grand Magic Games ended and with this new sly little plan of his, he was honestly worried. Rogue watched his partner's leg break open the doors of the inn with a single swing and as they stepped inside, the jocular noises from before were heard no more. A tense aura soon spread as the two Sabers stood in a provoking manner by the door, the two cute felines by their side nulling a little of their ferocity but nevertheless they were still very intimidating. The strained silence was finally disturb by a burst of flame coming from under a table, everyone turned their heads to the source and found the table trembling. All eyed it with curiosity and intrigue as the table's movements changed from a light tremble to an all out convulsive shake, everybody was preparing for the worst, a dark magic enemy perhaps? In a split second, the table shot up to the ceiling as crackles of neon fire burst from its place, swirls and lines and streams of seemingly harmless festive colors came from a lit fire cracker. A little fireworks exhibition was soon at full bloom in the inn's pub, although highly unconventional, it was still immensely entertaining. Chuckles sang in chorus from the already known culprit's guild and astonishment, amusement were written on all the faces from the others-setting aside Rogue. A pink haired mage and a flying blue cat were giggling deviously not too far away, their grins only confirmed the known fact that they were behind all this. The swirls of blue lightning, shots of brilliant red and sparkling gold soon died down and the people applauded the past spectacle…well aside from the fuming red haired woman with an irk mark throbbing, alongside a short old man who's face was as red as Erza's hair.
"Natsu!" The red head-Erza howled as she lurched forward to the pyromaniac who was fleeing from the scene. A chase of cat and mouse was soon at a rise, with the short old man-not so short anymore-stomping behind the armor clad female carrying a ginormous sword. By the bar, a bluenette and blonde laughed at their guild's antics, relishing in the zestful success of the multi-guild party. The yellow head noticed something up at the ceiling and saw a table etched in its plaster, she pointed up and her blue haired friend followed her finger to the scene. The two chuckled merrily on, carefree and lighthearted until they sensed eyes on them from their left. Both beauties turned their heads to see a pale blond male sporting a boa-lined vest and a smirk in direction of the two—mainly Lucy. The bluenette only giggled and looked at her friend with a devious gleam in her eye, knowing full well about the "situation". She stepped out from her stool and went of elsewhere whispering a "good luck, Lu-chan" before she disappeared in the crowd. The busty blonde only sighed and looked back at the egomaniac now sitting right beside her with a pesky smirk. Lucy groaned and turned her body the other way only to come swerving in her stool back to him. Her face rumpled up in disgust as she looked the guy over, taking note of his light lemon locks, electric blue eyes and the scar on his eyebrow. He was dashing that's for sure, but his known petty arrogance made him as repulsive as the Jiggle Butt Gang (an exaggeration, but you get my point). A low sultry chuckle escaped the slayer's mouth and changed the scrunched up nose to a blush up the lady's cheeks.
"Now now, what's with the cuteness? I seem to recall a sexy blonde vixen beating me up, not this" The boy teased and tsked. His smirk was widely spreading as the Saber moved in closer to Lucy than socially acceptable. The blonde girl shifted chairs and glared at Sting one bar stool away with uncomfortable and wholly aggravated caramel eyes. She tch-ed and builded up some confidence inside her, switching to sassy bitchass in record speed.
"She's still here Blondie, just doesn't want to kill you without a good enough reason" There it was again, "Blondie" it seemed the infernal nickname did not go unforgotten much to Sting's dismay, but he couldn't wrap his head around why it only made her even more attractive . The dragon slayer pushed the thought aside and brought his attention back to the girl, he moved nearer and gazed at the golden haired stunner with piqued interest. His face inched closer to hers till the fairy's beguiling chestnut orbs were all he could see. And damn, it was one hell of a sight. Sting amazingly kept his calm, scolding his squealing heart to chill as he spoke with a pseudo-nonchalance.
"How bout now? Is this good enough?" An impish smile came from the oddly calm blonde belle as he laid his hand gently on her exposed thigh. Her finger tapped her luscious lips in a gesture of thinking, which made much effect to the boy's already fast beating heart and arousal.
"Hmm…maybe, I honestly don't know. Why don't you move your hand higher and we'll find out" She smirked and he internally melted at the sight, her eyes were lethal and itching to massacre but her lips…her lips! The boy snickered and shook his head, and here he was thinking he could pull of a smug smile the best, he silently admitted defeat to the sun haired fox.
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He shot a seductive look to the girl and she shot one right back at him. The titillating vibes emanating from the two are stupendously magnetic, they could not nor would not pry their eyes away from each other. Both azure and cocoa orbs were pulling their bodies closer, drawn together by an unknown force of attraction that made it seem as if the world elsewhere was at a stand still. They were on the verge of closing the gap between their lips, their noses centimeters away from touching and scents of spiced rum and divine vanilla wafted through their shared space, fusing into an enticing, tempting aroma. Lucy was surprisingly yearning for the kiss that was building up, although the reason why was beyond her. It appeared to be that when it came to this prick, it was like she didn't have to care so much about anything so she didn't. Her eyes slowly closed then waited in anticipation and longing, but the touch of his lips didn't come. She jerked her eyes open expecting to the boy who she was supposed to kiss, but only saw the leer of the boy who she was going to put to death. Sting chuckled, leaning backwards even more with a silent hankering to inch back closer and seal the deal. The spirit mage flustered in bashfulness, to think she was actually going to kiss Sabertooth's jackass of a light dragon slayer. What was she thinking? She ran a hand through her hair and let out a disgruntled huff, looking at Eucliffe with murderous intent.
"Let's even out the score shall we?" He caressed her chin mockingly, but the mild touch sent shivers down both their spines. Sting ignored the tingling sensation and stepped down from the stool, he got what he wanted...for now. Waving her off with a taunting salute, he left Lucy to wallow alone in shame and befuddlement, her fingers touching her lips in wonder, in awe, in a paralyzing state of shock. What if…
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