Oh hi there, it's been a while hasn't it? Sorry for the long wait, things have just been kinda chaos for the past 4 months. Hoping that this was well worth the wait, i just want the thank the 3000+ people who have taken the time to read this work, it never ceases to amaze me about the positive reception this fic received. Oh and one more thing, so nice of people to mention that I got Lucy's eye colour wrong in the FIRST CHAPTER -_- but its okay, cus I fixed it. Enjoy.
Snuggling even closer to the red haired knight, Lucy didn't even notice when she began to doze until a slight shift in the body beside her thrust her back into a state of heightened awareness.
Her head was buried into the crook between Erza's shoulder and neck, her head having lolled to the side as she too drifted off, exposing the tender white flesh normally hidden by the collar of her armour.
She breathed deeply, inhaling the soft musk of the knight's natural state; she felt the strength and confidence of the Titania seeping into her lungs in that one breath alone.
Unwilling to move so as not to disturb the sleeping girl, Lucy occupied herself by watching the soft thrumming of the vein in her neck and the gentle rise and fall of the knight's chest.
Her skin was surprisingly smooth, unblemished and perfect, even though she had no doubt been wounded countless times, although maybe it was just her neck that had escaped permanent injury… the celestial mage blushed softly as an unbidden thought struck her…
I wonder if she does have any scars… would she show them to me?
The thought of being granted the opportunity to see the knight on a more personal level sent a strange shiver of warmth through her body, but she did her best to suppress it, lest she wake her slumbering giant.
Still, with that thought floating around in her mind, driving her to distraction, she didn't realise she had steadily been leaning in closer to the redheaded temptress until she felt the gentle throbbing of her vein pressed against her lips.
Startled by her own boldness, she jerked back from the sleeping mage, aghast at what she had done. Her sudden movement had awakened the knight and she felt her tense beside her.
Ashamed by her actions, she found herself unable to look at the knight for fear that the guilt of what she had just done would be written all over her face.
"Sorry." She whispered softly into her knees, having drawn back into herself in an attempt to retreat from her… friend?
Friends don't do things like that to each other while they're sleeping! She snapped at herself mentally, still unable to look at her
"What for?" The knight murmured in response, rubbing her eyes to remove the sleepiness there.
Blushing even harder, Lucy buried her face in her knees, she didn't even realise? How awkward…
"Lucy?" The redhead probed, gently squeezing her side, "What's wrong?" The evident concern in her voice making her feel even more wretched than she already did.
Oh God. What am I going to do? I have to tell her – if I don't then things will only get weird and she may start to think I was only leading her on earlier… but if I do say something won't that make it even weirder? What if she doesn't want that kind of relationship, just a normal… oh who am I kidding? There's nothing normal about any of this… or maybe there is… oh I don't know!
Inhaling deeply once more to steel her nerves, the knight's curiously feminie musk infiltrated her system again, intoxicating her in a single breath. I could get used to this…
So with confidence she certainly didn't feel, she mumbled her confession into her knees, just like before when she had told Erza about the incident at the guild.
Her face hidden as it was, she couldn't see Erza's reaction to her confssion, but she felt a sudden coldness as the knight moved away from the embrace they had shared, its warmth instantly missed.
"I see."
Cringing internally at the lack of emotion in her voice, a sense of desolation washed over her as she realised that may just have ruined everything.
Why, oh why, did she have to feel so damn good, smell so damn good?
Preparing herself for the inevitable rejection, she was surprised to feel the knight's strong fingers pull at her chin, bringing her around to face her directly.
"Then I hope you won't mind if I respond in kind?" She asked, gently cupping her cheek, as she leaned in closer, their breath mingling as both hesitated to close the gap.
Eyes wide, Lucy couldn't help but stare in disbelief as she realised the knight had carefully manoeuvred herself just so she could do this.
She saw the question, the askance in those deep brown eyes, unwilling to do anything that would make her feel uncomfortable.
Closing her eyes in response, she took the plunge, and closed the distance.