Chapter 7: Lucy/Gajeel – "Curiosity"

A/N: Lucy may be gay, but when she and Gajeel get talking, one thing leads to another and she asks if he minds…experimenting. Gajeel enthusiastically agrees.

Spin-off story from chapter 4 of "Fairy Tail Holiday Drabbles." During the drinking game, Gajeel describes his first time and Lucy realizes it was with her. Several people asked for that scene; here you go ^^


Lucy was leaning back against a broad, smooth-trunked oak staring skyward. She had time before dinner with Natsu and Gray that evening, and nothing to do in the meantime, and she'd realized it had been forever since she just walked around Magnolia. For no reason whatsoever.

The light weather of early summer had left the spring green on the trees, the day warm without being hot.

"Yo," a voice said in surprise, and she looked over to see Gajeel. He strode from the pathway down the little hill toward her.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Just walking. You?"

"Same."

They both hmmed.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"Go ahead."

He sat cross-legged and leaned against the trunk beside her. She wasn't sure what, if anything, he expected to talk about; they were teammates, but most of their interactions happened in groups, and she didn't know Gajeel well as an individual.

"I never apologized," he said, "for before."

Lucy straightened.

"I forgive you," she said in surprise. "I did a long time ago."

"Yeah, but I wanted it to be verbal."

She smiled at him, waiting until he looked over.

"Here's verbal forgiveness," she said.

He smiled back. They fell into silence.

"I never told Natsu you didn't actually beat me up," she said suddenly. "I should probably clear that up. I mean, he's forgiven you by now, but…you know."

"I did hit you a few times," he said. His voice was low and emotionless.

"At least you didn't do what it looked like you'd done," she said. When they'd reached robotic monstrosity of a guildhall, he'd done a spell that made her look bruised, to her shock and without explanation. But it had kept his Phantom Lord guildmates from beating her.

"For the record," Gajeel said with a wry chuckle, "I'm sorry about your reputation."

"What reputation?"

"You never knew about that? When I pulled you away, I told Master Jose we were going to have some fun," he said. "You know. I intimated…fun."

"Good ruse," she said. "Again, I don't care and I forgive you. Besides, I'm gay as fuck, so if anyone important believed you, they're an idiot."

He smiled. "Same."

"About being gay, or about people's opinions?"

"Opinions," he snorted. "I'm bi."

She turned on him, suspicion alight on her face. "Would you have actually? If Natsu hadn't come? You were getting all close—"

He had been. Leaning over her and freaking her out a bit, and she hadn't complained because he had saved her but… She had been so grateful when Natsu had shown up then.

"Gods, no," he growled darkly. "I'd only touch you if you wanted it. Goddess."

Relief settled Lucy's stomach.

"You're a good person, Gajeel."

"Thanks." He blushed red. Then he turned to her with a funny look. "You didn't want it, did you?"

"Hah. No. Pretty sure."

"Right. Gay."

"I wouldn't say that precludes fooling around with dicks," Lucy said. "I dated a trans woman for a long time."

"Huh. Were you curious about how it'd feel?"

"That's not why I dated her," Lucy said flatly.

"Obviously, I just meant…"

"I guess after we started dating, yeah, I had to ask her how she did and didn't want to touch," Lucy said, remembering. "I met her at school. I fell for her because she was smart and witty and sharp-tongued…"

Gajeel leaned forward with a look of interest.


They talked about relationships for a surprising amount of time. Lucy was startled to learn he was vulnerable one-on-one. They discussed falling in love, sex in relationships, and sex with women in general.

A topic which fortunately or unfortunately had Lucy remembering past lovers. She found, not very surprised, that she had grown wet from the conversation. If Gajeel knew, he didn't say anything—she noted briefly that his pants were lumpy, so he was probably more focused on his own hot thoughts.

What did bi men think about?

Suddenly, she said, "Okay, I am curious now. Don't take this the wrong way, or like this is just clinical or whatever, or…gods, just don't take this the wrong way, but do you…?"

She left off, blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Do I what?"

"Want to make out," she said.

Her face was burning now. She realized later that probably helped. If she'd made the request with a blank face, he might've said no; nobody wanted to feel like they were just being used. A blush meant there was awkwardness, which meant there was desire. And there was—she wasn't attracted to him, but she was curious how a man would feel. And turned on from their conversation. The two feelings worked together in a feisty way.

Across from her, he shifted in his seat, facing her more fully while simultaneously glancing to the side.

"Yeah, sure," he said, and it took a moment for either of them to move. Then Lucy leaned in and kissed him.

He was a bit clumsy, quite possibly from startlement, but once they got going it turned good. Lips were lips, she decided. He might be a 'he' and thus not someone she felt emotional about, but consensual kissing always felt nice. It sent pleasant hormones to the brain.

Gajeel scooted around, a hand coming to her waist. Lucy bit his bottom lip lightly. To her surprise, he made a small sound of pleasure.

Lucy always loved that. Loved when her girlfriends moaned and trembled and squealed. Knowing she was the one doing it. It made her feel like she could do anything.

For a moment, she forgot herself in the kiss.

Until her hand slid up his chest and found it sadly flat, and remembered again. But into the breach rushed memories of her last fuckbuddy, a guildmate who had small, perfect tits and tasted similar and loved to visit museums with her or sit inside reading books on rainy days and who was so good in bed, such an incredible fucker with thin, dexterous fingers…

Fuck.

"Either of us can say no at any point," Lucy murmured, pulling away just enough to speak as she moved around and straddled his lap.

"F-Fuck," Gajeel breathed. "You sure?"

"Like I said," she sucked on his mouth for a few seconds, "I'm curious. Let's see."

"Okay," he said, pulling her closer.

Lucy had closed her eyes when they began kissing, and she didn't open them through this exchange. She didn't want to see and be reminded. If he were an actual datefriend she'd be mortified by this, but they were experimenting, and he knew it, and he'd consented knowing that. So she didn't feel guilty when images from the last time she'd fucked a woman flitted through her. The way the woman pinched Lucy's nipples; the way her cunt squeezed Lucy's fingers…

Feelings shivered over her, landing down in her cunt with a pleasing thrill.

Gajeel's hands slid up her legs and gripped her ass. Lucy was caressing his neck, and she left his lips to kiss down the side of his throat. Gajeel curled his fingers under to brush the inside of her thighs. When Lucy moaned, she didn't feel ashamed in the slightest, and was somewhat amused to hear his grunt of surprise.

"Thought you, hahhh, didn't feel that way," he said.

"Just because you're a dude doesn't mean what you do doesn't feel good," she muttered. "That feels good regardless of who's doing the touching."

Or what—sex toys worked, too, after all.

He hummed agreement.

As she scraped her nails lightly over his stomach, he took over the kissing, sucking on her neck and holding her hair back to give himself more space. Lucy liked that, and let him know by pressing closer. She caressed the sensitive spot she'd discovered under his ear and was pleased when Gajeel let out his own moan.

With Gajeel moving to her collarbone and nipping small bites against her skin, Lucy immersed herself in her tactile senses, until he said hoarsely, "May I go lower?"

She considered for a long moment, the wet heat between her legs making a persuasive argument.

"Yes," she decided.

He drew the open neck of her shirt to the side as he kissed lower, giving himself access to the top of her breast. Goddess, his mouth was fantastic: growing more and more skilled, skimming over her skin before sucking harder.

Shifting her shoulder, she got the strap to fall down, and suddenly he had a lot more space.

Gajeel groaned longingly.

"Go for it," she whispered. Her voice was shaking.

His lips plucked at her nipple and Lucy cried out. Fuck yes! He kept going, exploring, hard and soft, faster, slower. She was trembling now. And when she remembered that one time she'd fucked a girl she'd only just met because they started making out and the girl could do such wonderful things to Lucy's to half…

Sliding her hand down his stomach, she rocked her hips suggestively and asked, "Okay?"

He hummed. "Yes."

Lucy shoved her hips forward and ground down.

She got all the hard resistance her clit needed. Gajeel jolted and whimpered, the sound stretching as she thrust herself against his clothed dick over and over. When he finally started moving again, Gajeel pinched her nipple and pulled her shirt down on the other side to keep doing the same.

"Fuck, I'm so wet," she groaned.

"Can I?" he asked. The hand on her ass slid over her hip to the front of her thigh.

"Not yet," she said, nervous, and he stopped, instead sucking harder on the side of her breast and fuuuck.

Yeah, she was super turned on and dying to come. Yes, yes. But her gut wasn't stirring for him: was stirred entirely from the physical sensations and from the memories of naked women she pulled up when she wasn't writhing.

"I…don't want to do more," she said. "This is really good."

"Okay," he rumbled.

So he kept doing what he'd been doing. Lucy finally opened her eyes, looking down at her own bare breasts and watching his tongue leave a wet trail from one to the other. Pleasure shot through her and she thrust her clit against him again.

They were both trembling, both groaning as they bumped and frotted against each other. Lucy wrapped her arms around his shoulders for better leverage. The pleasure through her was so tight, so humid between her legs. She needed. She needed orgasm desperately.

He left her chest behind—naked and sensitive for more touch—and they made out again, hands roaming as they both sought more, more. Another thrust, another, as her vulva spasmed tighter, so close, and then Lucy launched into that paradisal plane, cunt quivering with aftershocks.

He was still thrusting against her moaning and she followed the movements, pressed hard to ride out the pleasure longer, sucked on the tendons of his neck as he finally cried out and came.

"Fucking gods," he muttered, over and over, mouth hanging open. "Fucking gods."

The pleasure receded into warm, slow-moving contentment. She gave him a fucked-out smile.

"Thanks."

"Think I should be thanking you," he said shakily.

"Mine lasted longer," she teased.

He chuckled, closing his eyes and leaning back against the tree's trunk.

"I am surprised," he said. "Albeit grateful, but also surprised."

She shrugged and began to slowly pull her shirt back on.

"It was you, but it wasn't you," she said honestly. "The kissing, the way you touched, well, everything…you're pretty amazing. But I didn't feel anything else. The mentality—I had to do that part for myself."

He nodded understanding.

"That doesn't offend you, right?" she asked.

"Nope. I had a good time. Had no expectations—still have none. You got your curiosity sated now."

It was her turn to laugh. He smiled. The look was good on him; she wanted to tell him to smile more around the guild, but it didn't feel like her place.

"Before you ask," he said, "I won't go around telling everyone about this."

"Oh," she said in surprise. "I wasn't worried about that. Whether you do or don't: up to you. I probably won't, unless it's a girlfriend or something. Think it would just confuse most people who don't know me well."

"I meant…so we can be friends."

"I don't take this sort of thing as preventative against friendship," she laughed. "I don't believe in making things awkward."

He returned her smile.

She slid off his lap at last and they sat on the grass breathing in for a few minutes. The silence was happy, comfortable; neither broke it.

"I think," he chuckled eventually, "that I need to go home and change."

"Yeah, sorry," she said, blushing again. "Didn't think about that."

"I did. Didn't really care."

He stood, wiping himself off, and they smiled and nodded to each other. Lucy didn't look down at his pants, and was impressed that he stood tall without covering himself. He really didn't have the shame she expected from someone who usually closed off.

"See you around," he said.

"Later. And Gajeel? It was nice talking with you and getting to know you better."

He smiled. "Same."

When he had passed down the road, she flopped backward into the grass. Post-sex happiness made her want to just stay here forever. But Gray and Natsu were expecting her for dinner and—

Fuck, Natsu's nose.

Lucy jumped up and looked toward her flat. If she hurried, she could squeeze in a shower… Using the scented soap. Lots of it.

Yes, this was Natsu, and she'd tell him anyway, because she told him everything. But it would be nice not to be teased the moment he opened his door.


A/N: my lesbians are always so into nipples lol.

I am taking a holiday and can't write, edit, or post, so I figured I'd spam you guys with updates to tide you over ;)