Inspired by when Gemini became Gray and reported his thoughts on Lucy. Hmmm...the more of these things I write, the more embarrassed I get...seriously, I blushed fire-truck red just writing this. Hope you likey. Also, to the person who requested a GrayLucy...you must have read my mind is all I can say.


"Lucy Heartfilia. Newcomer to the guild, looks pretty damn cute, possesses some skills. More naive than she appears to be. A Celestial Spirit Mage."

"Somewhat interested in her."

Somewhat?

Lucy stared up at her darkened ceiling, wondering why that memory had popped back into her head at this moment. But still, had those really been Gray's thought about her? And what the heck was "somewhat" supposed to mean?

Teeth grazed her lower stomach, and she shivered, glancing down again distractedly.

"Hey," he rumbled, his low voice sliding over her, sounding like sex itself. "What are you thinking about?"

"I—n-nothing," she stuttered, her breath hitching when his hands curved underneath her spine, lifting her hips towards his head.

In the slight moonlight filtering in through her window, she could just see the edges of his naked body sprawled between her legs, his muscular torso bent over her. He dipped his head lower, smirking when she tried to close her legs.

"Better be," he murmurred. His breath fanned out over the apex of her thighs, and she flushed, turning her head away.

"Stop teasing me," she said, hating how her voice had degenerated into a breathy sort of whine. He always had that affect on her, and he loved it.

Instead of answering, he smiled, eyes skimming over her nude form before he finally brought his face down.

She cried out, hands fisting in the sheets. He knew how to do things with his tongue that she hadn't even known were possible until this—sleeping together, being together, loving together—became a regular event. He could bring her to the edge with just a few well-placed licks, a little suction in the right spots. She squirmed beneath him, a keening sound bursting from her throat when he did that...thing he knew she loved.

He looked up at her, black hair falling in his face, and slowly licked his lips.

And Lucy had thought he couldn't get any sexier.

"If you're going to start something," she panted. "Shouldn't you finish it?"

Moving with panther-like grace, he slowly slid his body up and over hers, hovering above her.

"Trust me," he whispered. "I plan to."

He had a favourite position in his after-sex daze. He would always roll himself off of her and then tuck himself into her side, his head fitting perfectly into the space between her shoulder and her neck, one heavy arm clamping around her waist. She'd teased him before that for all of his posturing, he really acted like the girl once it was all over; he'd sputtered for a minute, pouted, and then curled up into her anyway. This night was no different.

"Gray?"

"Mmmm?" His voice was quiet, drowsy.

"When Gemini was you, back during that whole Oracion Seis thing, she said you were somewhat interested in me. What does "somewhat" mean?"

He didn't speak for a moment, and she almost thought he had fallen asleep.

"It means that even in my thoughts, I'm still a good liar."

"What?"

"Somewhat is too weak a word..."

He trailed off, and she felt her lips curl up into a smile that no one could see.