Chapter 8: A Speedy Delivery (by Deathsembrace137)


Chapter Eight

Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail

I walked to the guild in a daze, my mind constantly replaying images from last night's dream. I knew my face was likely covered in a blush, and my heart was racing out of control. Those two men, had just been out of this world hot. I couldn't wait to get to the guild, and possibly see some for real stripping action. Though, he would only be doing it to fight Natsu, and that was a bit of a let down.

Seeing the guild in sight, I tried to subdue my increasingly libidinous thoughts, and calm my heartbeat. I could do this, I could be normal for a few hours, and not think dirty thoughts, I thought, while my inner me mentally cheered me on.

Stopping in front of the guild doors, I gave myself one more quick mental pep talk, and then opened the doors, my mind briefly registering that the sounds of bickering and fighting in the hall were slightly louder than usual.

As soon as I walked through the doors, I again looked for my girls, but before I could lift my eyes, I felt soft fabric fly over my face. My hand lifted and grasped the fabric, and then pulled it away, my face going blank when I saw it was a shirt, one I recognized well.

Looking up, I gasped. Before me, were the two fight ready figures of Lyon and Gray, and by fight ready, I mean stripped to their underwear, muscles flexed, and looks of sexy determination on their faces. And maybe it wasn't the sexy briefs from my last nights dream, but still. It was more than I could currently handle.

My mind went completely blank for a moment, and then was flooded with images, images so intense, I felt dizzy. I wavered on my feet, my heartbeat frantic, and then slowly felt my knees giving way.

I had almost fallen completely to the ground when suddenly Gray had me. His ice cold hands sending shivers down my spine, as they held me tightly in his arms. I blinked up at him, and he gazed back at me, his eyes full of concern, "Lucy?"

With a shake of my head, I dispersed the images in my mind, and then smiled weakly up at him, "Sorry, I felt dizzy for a moment."

He nodded his head, "Yea, anything to do with those dreams I been hearing about?" he asked, raising his eyebrow curiously, while trying and failing to hide a smirk.

I laughed lightly, "Yea. Well. Yes. But, I'm okay now. You can let me go." I murmured, while trying to push his arms away.

Gray raised his eyebrow again, "Are you sure, because I'm still holding all your weight." he said, his eyes flicking downwards, drawing my attention to the fact the I still hadn't regained my feet.

I quickly stood back up, blushing from embarrassment, and as I righted myself, Gray let go. Stepping away from him, I raised my hand to my hair, and brushed my fingers through it nervously. "So, you heard about that, huh?" I asked, as I ignored the death glares being sent my way from a half hidden water mage.

He nodded, "Yea, been the talk of the guild. I just finished telling Lyon about it. We were fighting about who would be better." Gray said with a smirk. "Obviously, it would be me." he added.

Lyon immediately came over, "No way your better than me. Lucy, this prick doesn't know the first thing-"

"Oi, Shut you mouth, Lucy, don't listen to him, I'm your teammate and fri-" Gray started.

"Exactly, and still nothing, which is why I would be bett-" Lyon interrupted, while reaching out his hand to grab Gray's shoulder.

Gray scowled and grabbed Lyon's shoulder in return, "You trying to start something, Slanty Eyes!" he growled.

"Bring it, Droopy Eyes!" Lyon yelled, icing over his fist.

Very slowly, I backed away, removing myself from the general area of the fight, while sweatdropping over how quickly they had forgotten me. Once I was in a safer zone, I sighed, and turned away, my attention drawn towards the girls waving to me from a table in the corner. With an excited look, I started my way over towards them, though I was quickly stopped when I felt a heavy hand grasp my shoulder.

Turning around, I was confronted with the stormy gaze of Laxus, staring at me with an intensely questioning look. With a small smile I shook my head, giggling slightly when he looked disappointed. "Sorry, Laxus. Maybe tonight..." I trailed off.

Laxus frowned, "Whatever, it's you that's missing out." he stated simply, before turning and walking back to slump somewhat dejectedly at his table with the Raijinshuu.

Giggling again, I turned away from the sight of Freed trying to comfort Laxus, and I continued on towards my girls, stopping when I reached their table. "Hey guys, how are you all doing?" I asked, as I sat down.

Cana frowned, "Never mind that, share the goods, Lucy!" she yelled, slamming her mug down on the table for emphasis. Mira and Levy both had excited looks on their faces as well, and as if it might further prompt me to tell them about my dream, Mira suddenly slid a strawberry milkshake towards me over the table, a gleam of excitement and mischief in her bright blue eyes.

Laughing, I complied, and leaning in so no one could over hear, I began telling them all about my dream, loving their looks of awe, and jealousy over my telling of Gray's dancing. When I got to the part about Lyon though, I paused, giving it a second to sink it.

Then, getting the exact reaction I expected, Cana bolted from her seat, "BOTH OF THEM!" she screamed, while Levy went bright red and Mira placed a hand over her mouth, mumbling something along the lines of 'oh dear.'

With a pervy smile, I nodded my head, and then hurriedly finished telling the story, making sure to include every detail, while watching to make sure we weren't gaining any unwanted attention.

I was just finishing the story, when a seat beside me was pulled out, and going by the heavy sound of a body falling into it, I knew it was a man. Turning my head, I saw Gajeel again, his eyes dark, and teasing, and his smirk showing off his sharp canines, "What do you want?" I asked with a slight frown.

He grinned, "Just wanted to make sure you knew that even if the dream version of the arctic strippers was good, it ain't nothing compared to the real thing with me." he stated, his voice rough, and low, sending shivers through me. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his studded brows, gave me another dangerous grin, then stood and walked back to his table in the corner, leaning back into the darkness, his red eyes turning to look and smirk back at me.

Shaking thoughts of him from my head, and ignoring his self assured and teasing gaze, I turned back to the girls, noticing Cana watching Gajeel watching me, "He's sure seems to be sure of himself." Cana murmured quietly, though, we knew he heard since his lip twitched upwards.

"Damn him, listening in on my conversations." I grumbled to the girls, pouting a little. "Nothing here in this guild is private. And, Gray said he told Lyon about my dreams too. That's what they're fighting about, who would be better. And I can feel the death glares Juvia is sending me. Shes looking at me right now, isn't she?" I asked, turning to Levy, my eyes slightly wide, as the hairs on the back of my neck rose.

Levy's eyes flickered over my shoulder, focusing for a moment, before she laughed, "Yup, shes staring at you alright. Her fingers are twitching too..." Levy's smile faded, and she began looking a little nervous, "Actually, Lu-chan, she really does look angry. Maybe she overheard..."

Cana turned and glanced over her shoulder at Juvia, and then smirked, "No wonder she looks mad, here come the almost naked arctic strippers."

I immediately straightened in my seat, trying to look nonchalant, and like I hadn't just been telling the girls about an extremely explicit dream I'd just had. Lowering my head, I began innocently sucking on my straw, drinking my till now neglected milkshake.

"Hey Lucy. So who did you dream about last night?" Gray said sitting down beside me.

Rolling my eyes, I shrugged, "None of your business." I stated, not wanting to share the information with him. It was one thing having Gajeel know. I didn't have to work with him on a daily basis. If I told Gray, I worried that our whole work dynamic, not to mention being the good friends we were, would be thrown off. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if we were both constantly beset by pervy thoughts, and unable to formulate sentences towards the other. It was bad enough with me being that way, I didn't want Gray to be like that too.

Gray pouted, and then shrugged, "Alright, I'm sure I'll find out eventually anyway. As long as you dream about me at some point. It'd suck if you dreamed of Gajeel and Natsu, and not me." he said, folding his arms to lean back in his chair, his eyes not giving anything away, even after he'd just admitted to wanting to star in one of my dreams.

Sighing, I decided to tell him just enough to hopefully appease him, that way his male pride would stay intact, "Alright. I dreamed of you last night, but don't ask me about it."

Gray immediately grinned, "Ha. Was I better than flame brain?" he immediately asked, his gaze burning with competitive spirit.

Shaking my head, I laughed, "Why does everyone ask that? Umm, your dream was very different from Natsu's." I said, shrugging, "So, it's hard to tell, plus I'm not picking favorites."

Cana burst out laughing, "Umm, last nights dream sure seemed hotter than Natsu's to me, I mean two ice cold guys, how could it not be?" she said, with a drunken laugh.

Gray's face went still for a moment, as did Lyon's who was standing behind him, half following the conversation, and half watching Chelia who was sitting with Wendy. Slowly, Lyon turned his full attention to me, and Gray as well leaned in. "Sorry, did she just say, two ice cold guys?" Lyon asked, his voice suspicious.

My eyes widened, and very slowly I nodded, completely caught. Gray grit his teet, "Me and Lyon.. In the same dream! Unacceptable! I would never work with this Slanty Eyed Bastard!" he yelled, jumping up.

I yelped, as his chair slid backward, hitting my knees, and then looked up to see the two guys gripping each other and glaring. "Lucy, please tell me I did not have to share my dream with this silver haired freak?" Gray growled.

I pouted and then shrugged, "Weeeell... You were alone when it started. And then, Lyon showed up to help. It was really realistic though, you guys were fighting even in the dream too.. Well, not always fighting, sometime you were working together.." I trailed off, my face turning red, as I lowered my gaze, the realization that both men had been staring at me with interest, and overly smug looks making me fill up with the heat of embarrassment.

"Tch. Well, at least we apparently were good according to the drunk." Lyon said, with a smirk, but then his eyes darkened. "And notice she said, I showed up to help. Guess you weren't doing good enough on your own." he said, with a laugh.

I immediately tried to defuse the situation, "No, that's not it-" but was cut off by Gray suddenly sending a fist at Lyon's face.

"Like hell I did. You probably only showed up because you couldn't pick up a girl on your own! Even now, you have to try and obsess over a girl whose obsessed with me!" he yelled.

I frowned, and rolled my eyes as they continued bickering and fighting, but I knew it was inevitable, and it was just their way of showing they care, and being friends, after all, Natsu and Gray were the same way.

Feeling something suddenly land on my lap, I looked down, my eyes practically bugging out when I saw it was Gray's boxers.

Unable to help myself, my eyes lifted, staring through my lashes, slowly travelings up his muscled calves, and thighs, and then gulping as they reached his sculpted backside, my heart literally stopping.

I probably would have continued to ogle him, if Natsu hadn't suddenly appeared, grabbed the boxers from my lap, and threw them at Gray. "Oi, you stupid stripper, put your clothes on! Your breaking Lucy! Her heart just stopped beating! Lucy, are you okay?" he asked, kneeling in front of me, staring at me with wide innocent eyes.

Gray turned around, his face turning red, when he saw my eyes bug out again at seeing his front side, and even though it was something I'd seen a million times before, he realized at this moment, it was too much for me, so he quickly grabbed his boxers. "Sorry, Lucy." he mumbled as he hurriedly pulled them on. Then he smirked, "So, your heart stop-"

My face went bright red, and I quickly turned away, causing Gray to laugh again. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you, Lucy."

I nodded my head, and then turned back to my pink haired friend sitting beside me, "Hey Natsu, how are you doing?" I asked, taking note of his troubled look.

He slowly nodded his head and then turned to me, "Um, Lucy, can I ask you a question?" he asked.

Very slowly I nodded my head, worried about what he'd be asking. Knowing he was a dragon slayer, I'm sure he'd overheard plenty of stuff over the last couple days, and I wasn't sure just how far his education about certain matters went. "Sure, Natsu. You can ask me anything."

"I've heard that you've been having... dreams. And I've been having them too. I was just wondering, how do you get it to stop. It's really uncomfortable waking up all sticky." he asked, his eyes boring into me.

My mouth dropped open, as did all three of the women's behind me, and Lyon and Gray's. Very slowly I closed my mouth, "You... don't like the dream? What are they about?" I asked.

Natsu looked embarrassed, and he shrugged, "I like the dreams, I just don't like the mess. Is there a way to make it stop?" he asked.

I cringed, "Sorry, Natsu, not that I know of. Maybe if you... Ya know.. Before bed, you..." I paused, completely embarrassed by this turn of events. I wanted to tell him to try and take care of it before bed, and maybe that would get him through the night, but I was worried he wouldn't even know what I was talking about if I said to take care of it... Turning back to him, I saw him watching me intently. "Umm, make the mess happen before bed?" I finally finished, cringing even more.

Natsu frowned, "Are you hurt, you keep cringing? And make it happen before bed, like in the shower?" Then he narrowed his eyes, and leaned in closer, "Are you telling me to masturbate?" he asked with wide eyes.

Gray burst out laughing, "Yea, you idiot, that's what shes saying!"

Natsu looked surprised for a moment, and then shrugged, "Okay, so that'll make it stop happening at night?" he asked again, turning back to me, ignoring my bright red expression.

I nodded my head, "Maybe. I don't know. It's a little different for guys and girls. Maybe you should talk to a guy about this. Like, Gray.. Or Gildarts, or.." My eyes caught the laughing expression of Gajeel in the back corner, and I suddenly smirked, "Or, maybe Gajeel. I heard he had a similar problem, so he probably knows just what to do." I finished, smiling proudly, as Natsu nodded and took off in a now annoyed Gajeel's direction.

Levy giggled quietly, "He is so going to hate you now."

I shrugged, "Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see. He deserved it though, for eavesdropping." I said back, then turned to listen to Gray and Lyon talking about how dense Natsu was, quickly growing bored of their conversation. I felt slightly bad for Natsu. But, it was true, he was quite dense, though, for me it worked out. At least I didn't have to worry about him ogling me all the time, though I couldn't help but wonder if his denseness was a act, or possibly even his way of giving people privacy. As a dragon slayer, he probably picked up everything, every secret, every smell, every word spoken, so he had to know more about stuff then he let on.

My thoughts were interrupted when Natsu came rushing back to me, stopping to pant, out of breath. When he finished, he straightened, and sat back down next to me, "Gajeel says to tell you that even better than masturbating, and wet dreams, which are the things that make me wake up all sticky, is having actual sex. So he says, since your our friend, you should have sex with us to make us feel better."

My mouth again dropped open, as my eyes widened in shock, and then I turned to Gajeel, leveling the laughing dragon slayer my best glare. Okay, maybe Natsu didn't pick up on everything, I thought.

Turning back to Natsu, I began to formulate a reply, but before I could say anything to Natsu, Gray cut in, "Hey Natsu, Lucy's busy right now, why don't you go ask Erza, she's your friend too." he suggested, his tone cool, and smooth, his eyes bright with mirth.

Natsu frowned, "Well, alright. I guess if Lucy's busy." he said, standing back up, and walking towards Erza who sat at the bar.

"You do realize she's going to kill him." Laxus said, appearing behind us.

We all nodded, but continued to watch, morbid curiosity driving us all. Even Laxus was watching intently.

We watched as Erza's face went bright red, and then her dark aura flared around her, and she stood up, her fist flying back, and sailing into Natsu's face, knocking him unconscious to the ground. We all started giggling, but stopped as Erza turned again, her eyes searching the guild. Realizing she wasn't done yet when her gaze stopped on Gajeel. We continued to watch, as the iron slayer was suddenly booking it to the doors of the guild, with an enraged Erza on his heels.

"So, what are the chances she finds out I sent him to Gajeel?" I asked nervously.

Laxus boomed out a laugh, as Mira giggled nervously, "Yea, I'd be getting away if I was you." she said when she was finished giggling.

Standing up, I quickly said goodbye to everyone, and then ran for my house. I was tired anyway. I would lock my doors, and take a nap. And hope to god that Gajeel didn't tattle on me, though I suppose if he did, I could always send her to Gray, after all, he was the one who sent Natsu to her.


Opening my eyes, I sat up in bed, the noise of my doorbell still chiming through the apartment. Immediately, I knew I was dreaming. I didn't have a doorbell, and further, I definitely didn't own this night gown, though, I'd like to. It was a cute pink silk one, with lace edge straps, coming down to only right below my butt.

As I got up to answer the door, I grinned brightly when I saw a matching robe tossed over the back of the couch. I quickly grabbed it on my way through, and pulled it on, not that it covered much more than the nightie. Though, considering where this dream was sure to be heading, neither of the clothes would be staying on for long.

Excitedly, I walked towards the door, wondering who tonight was going to be. Laxus! That was sure to be great, hmm, maybe Rogue, he was sort of hot. Oh, or after last night's oral, I sort of wanted to know what Bixlow and his tongue could do. Grinning wildly, I pulled open the door, and immediately frowned...

A delivery man? Why would I dream of that? Maybe it's a normal dream, I thought sadly.

"Hello, Ms... Heartfilia, I have a package for y-" the man's voice stopped, as he glanced up from his clipboard, his eyes raking over my body, stopping at the hem of my dress, before hurrying upwards to trail along my cleavage and finally, at my face.

I rolled my eyes, but then stopped, and looked closer. The man was skinny, but covered in lean muscle, like a runner. He was dressed in a standard delivery uniform, dark navy blue shorts, and lighter blue button up. His hair was was mostly hidden under a cap, but when I looked closer, I noticed it was orange, and pulled back into a ponytail. Only then did I realize it was Jet, having not paid much attention to the man at the guild, despite his close relationship with my best friend.

Well, I guess that answered whether or not this was one of those dreams. And I guess it made sense, Jet as a delivery man. He was always running errands for the guild. Literally, running. Even as I thought that, the idea of his magic suddenly hit me like a hammer. Speed. This man, could probably reach amazing speeds in bed, he was sure to be good.

With a small smile, I glanced down at the heavy package by his feet, and frowned, "Gee, that sure looks heavy, maybe you could carry it in for me?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

Jet blushed bright red, but slowly nodded, as he bent down to retrieve the package. He followed me inside, his eyebrows raising slightly when I closed the door, I just shrugged, and smiled coyly at him, then hooking a finger at him, I motioned for him to follow me into the bedroom/living room area.

Hearing him walking right behind me, I made sure to swing my hips a bit, enjoying myself immensely as I knew it was only a dream. When I reached the couch, I stopped and pointed right at the coffee table, "You can set the package there." I murmured.

He did as he was told, and then came over to me, "Alright, just sign right here." he said, handing the pen over to me, and I almost snorted when I noticed his hand was trembling. Really, Jet?

Reaching for the pen, I grasped it, but then, as his hand let go, I allowed it to slip from my fingers, and watched as it fell to the floor, rolling behind me. "Woops." I said, flashing him a slight apologetic grin.

Then turning around, I bent down, allowing him a full view of my panty covered rear, as my hand reached for the pen. I listened as he sucked in a harsh breath, and smiled. I could make this boy want me, I thought.

Standing back up, and turned to him, I smiled again, as I reached for the clipboard, bending my body over it as I propped it on my arm to sign, know the position showed off my cleavage. I heard him breath heavily again, and once again, a smile played upon my face.

Finishing my signature, I handed the board back to him, waiting for the inevitable him pouncing on me, and dragging me off to my bed. My heart beginning to beat rapidly at the thought. I mean, maybe Jet wasn't as hot as Laxus or Gray, or Natsu, or Gajeel, but, he was still okay.

As Jet tossed the clipboard into a delivery bag on his shoulder, he looked back at me, and smiled, "Well then Ms. Heartfilia, thank you, and have a good day." he offered, then turned and started to head back into the kitchen.

What the heck. My womanly charms weren't working. Frowning, I hurried after him, wondering if it wasn't meant to be, maybe he wasn't the guy in the dream. "Wait, Jet?" I called, as I followed him.

The man stopped and turned to me, "Yes, Ms. Heartfilia?"

"I.. Is.. Was that it?" I asked stupidly.

Jet smiled, "Was there something else you were expecting?" he asked unsurely.

I nodded my head, "Well yes. I mean, I am dressed like this. You wouldn't let it go to waste, would you?" I asked.

Jet slowly nodded, and set his bag down. "I guess not. Back to the bedroom then?" he asked, again unsure.

I nodded, and reaching forward, grasped his hand eagerly, pulling him along to the bedroom. He followed along behind me, laughing lightly.

When we reached my room, I stopped us in front of the bed, and turned to smile at him, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

"Let me." He said, as his fingers blurred over the shirt, then the pants, and suddenly he was naked, his hardon springing forth. I glanced down at it, and smiled. Bigger than what I thought it'd be, but smaller than all of the other guys so far.

His hands reached upwards, grasping my shoulders, and pressing me towards the bed, lightly pushing me down onto it. His hands slid down to my thighs, hiking my skirt up and slipping my panties off, discarding them carelessly in the ground.

Then, finally, he pressed his lips to mine, moving them softly, his tongue reaching out to trace a delicate pattern over my lip, before delving between them, and reaching into my mouth. His tongue was smooth, and warm, weaving around mine, invoking warmth in me, only tempered by the fact that his hands had removed themselves from my body, and were instead just holding himself up. I found myself wanting, needing to be touched, and feeling disappointed when his hands remained removed.

I began to move my lips more fervently, tilting my head upwards to deepen the kiss, trying to draw him more into it, to deepen, or rather, ignite some sort of passion between us, but he remained slow and steady in his kissing.

Finally, a single hand lifted from the mattress, and grazed over my breast, and I immediately arched my chest into it, desperate to be touched, but a quick pat and squeeze later, and he was on to the next, giving it the same quick treatment before sliding down my body towards the hem of my nightgown.

Lifting it up slightly, he slid a single over my lips, pressing just slightly into my wet heat, before withdrawing to trace once over my clit, then he moved it away completely. I started to groan in disappointment, but then I felt his dick slide against my folds, rubbing against my wetness, coating itself in it, before pressing against my opening.

I grit my teeth slightly in disappointment at how quickly he was getting into it, but decided to go with it, figuring the good stuff to come when he began moving inside me, so calming down, I relaxed my body as he eased himself into me.

Slowly, he pushed himself inside me, my walls stretching slightly to make room for him, and then he groaned as he finished sheathing himself inside of me. With a another low groan, he pulled himself back out, again, ever so slowly, and then back in, taking his time, as his eyes pressed tightly closed, and his head dropped to my shoulder.

Humming to myself slightly with pleasure, I unconsciously squeezed my walls, spurring him onwards. Tilting my hips, I rolled with him, as he entered back into me, trying to tell him with my body to move faster, even as I raised my hand to clutch at the back of his head, my fingers messing up his tightly done ponytail.

I heard him groan again, and then suddenly, his hips snapped back, before he plunged himself quickly back inside of me, the action rough, and fast, making me cry out. Then, I felt the leak of magic, as he began using it, and suddenly, he was racing in and out of me, groaning aloud, as he moved faster than I thought possible.

Crying out again, I tilted my hips further, trying to position myself so he'd hit that special spot inside me, but it seemed whenever I tilted for him to reach it, he'd readjust away from it. Because of that, my buildup was slow, and before I knew it, his face was scrunching up, and then he gasped, his face going slack, "Levy." he moaned, as he came inside of me.

My mouth dropped open. And my eyes narrowed. Very slowly, I moved my hands to his chest, pushing on him to get him off of me.

His eyes suddenly popped open, as he realized his mistake and he frowned, "I'm sorry." he started.

I just shook my head. "I think you should go. I'm sure you have other deliveries to make." I muttered quietly, refusing to make eye contact, as he lifted himself off the bed.

Turning away, I reached for my covers and pulled them over me, dragging my knees to my chest, as I curled into a small ball, feeling like shit. I listened as he pulled his clothes on, and then left. Without saying goodbye.

I guess, it was to be expected though. I mean, Jet had always, and probably will always be in love with Levy. That guys devotion to her was stronger than Happy's love of fish. Sighing, I curled myself tighter, wrapping my arms over my legs. Still, it felt horrible, to have a guy say that, say another woman's name when he was supposed to be loving you.

Sighing, I realized what I could learn from this dream. Whomever I chose at the end of this, assuming I would choose a guy. I'd want it to be a guy devoted purely to me. One who loved me for me, no matter the circumstances. I just wondered, would my dreams eventually lead me to the guy who would someday be that utterly devoted and in love with me? I could only hope so.


Lol... Not what you expected for a lemon? Don't worry. It gets better after this. :)

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Love ya all,

Deathsembrace.