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Pool Action

Warning: This chapter is Rated M for some sexual content.

Lucy had shown Sting the new parts of town after the short visit to the new pier. She showed him the museum that recently just opened, parts of the mall that weren't there before, a japanese restaurant for lunch and right now is the exact opposite. This must be each other's favorite part, Lucy had just brought Sting to the newest and exclusive bar in town. It recenty just opened a month ago, she says to the other blonde. Apparently, it just became so popular that the people inside are either models or artists. They were just lucky the guy guarding the door knew who Sting Eucliffe is. It was a test anyway, Lucy did not expect to enter but she figured they'll make use of his name. Ironically, he found it quite amusing as if he's still surprised a lot of people knew him.

"Honestly I've never been here before until now" She was impressed, he could tell by the tone of her voice. Sting isn't as surprised as her though, he has been into many exclusive bars, this one just became a generic look. But the happy and excited look in her eyes made him almost the same.

"Yeah I could tell" He chuckles. They both seat at where the drinks are. It was a good thing the entire place was dimly lit, not like the local bars that tried to dress up as alien probing.

"Yeah glad I didn't have to show my boobs just to enter" She jokes but this took an even amusing tone as the other blonde cocks his brow.

"Wait but did you? I mean... Have you ever?-"

"Well of course! I think at least every girl in Fiore showed her boobs just to enter"

"I never knew I'd learn something like that"

"Yeah? The more you know" She asks the bartender for shots to the both of them. At this point when she's distracted, Sting decides to give a good look at her. Lucy, in his eyes, has never been so beautiful. She sat cross-legged with her elbow resting on the counter, eyes shining from the light hovering above them. But not just that, the length of her long hair reached the arch of her see-through blouse. He actually didn't noticed until now, but she's wearing a black lace bra underneath. Then he feels it. The erotic tightening on his crotch area. Fuck. He mentally mutters.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't say you're professing your love for me, Sting Eucliffe" Ironic. She's hitting him on the right places. He hated it but he doesn't look like it. He grins at her, masking himself from the tightness in his pants and the sudden warmth of his face and takes the small shot glass, the least he could do is act like it's a joke.

"Here's to you, for being back" Lucy raises the shot glass, Sting does too and they take it at the same time. Bitterly groaning on the after taste.

"Yeah... For being back" He whispers, she barely heard. But the way he said it made her look at him. Sting looked dead serious, as if it meant something else. Lucy cannot afford that, so she takes another shot and asks for a few more.

Sting could tell she's trying to stall him. He doesn't say anything, he just drinks with her.

"So tell me how you met Natsu" It's not just a way to break the ice, he is just as curious. The guy seems head over heels for her and he finds it difficult to believe that Lucy couldn't be feeling the same way. She snorts at him lamely, the same way she usually does when she doesn't want to talk about something.

"Do you really wanna know?" Some part of him doesn't. Sting fears that the story is far greater to be a cliche chic flick. Lucy rubs at her temple while adjusting her skirt.

"Natsu is not really my boyfriend" Lucy says it so nonchalantly, it takes him off guard. The look on his face had almost thrown the other blonde to spit the alcohol on his face if it weren't for her self-control. But who could blame him? The girl he loves for almost more than two years now admitted that she has no relationship with that guy clinging at her at the pool bar. His heart frantically beats in his chest, he fears that she could hear it.

"So why did you-"

"Because I don't want you going after me... You drunk called me, Sting. I just don't want us to happen... We are off limits, remember?" Sting did not have the time to remember that he had called her, the hurt coming directly from Lucy's mouth was enough to silence him. Only for a while though, by taking shots. She watched him take one after another, she barely could keep up but she tried. There's no way, Sting is drowning himself alone.

"... I just don't want to make this messier than it already has. I'm sorry" God, even if his ex had broken his heart twice, he still looked at her the same way. The blue fixtures made her even more beautiful up to the point that he couldn't restrain himself seriously. Sting had caressed her face lovingly and she wasn't resisting him, he almost wondered. She just told him they can't be together.

Sting retracts his hand and takes two shots. Lucy does the same.

"I'm sorry, I'm just drunk..." He becomes hard on himself mentally. There is no way he's going to mess this up, he's not ruining what they have the second time.

"I understand... Nothing even happened, you didn't call me" But Sting wants her to remember, whatever he said to her during that call, whatever it was, he wanted her to know it's true. Alcohol along with her impailing words aren't helping at all but it didn't take long for the both of them to get drunk, slurry and hot from their bodies. It took nearly two good hours to be fluttering their eye lids open and close and being all giddy like it's their first frat party.

"Oh hey Sting! What's up, man? I knew it was you!" A buffy guy, nearly a head taller greeted Sting with a firm handshake. He fashions a black bandanna around his head and an odd shade of green for his long hair. Lucy wondered if he dyes his hair often.

"Orga! I can't believe you're still alive! I'm good... It's really good to be back" This is the time Orga notices the girl beside his friend. She's beautiful compared to those who presented themselves to the restaurant owner.

"And who's this lovely lady? I think you haven't introduced me" Lucy takes his words in utter embarrassment, not because he sounded lame but because the guy is one of Sting's friends. She's have to endure being paired with him and it'll take her a lot of self control to act sober.

"This is Lucy. She's a good friend back in college!"

"Nice to meet you, Lucy!" He shakes her hand first. "Book director?"

That's odd, even for her. But she doesn't say anything. She smiles and firmly shakes his hand back. "Close. EA actually"

"That's a nice touch! Say Lucy... Can I borrow Sting for a while?" She nodded her head. She doesn't mind but Sting looks appalled but was too late to stop his friend when he dragged him away from the bar. She could feel the alcohol running in her bloodstream. Her heart accelerated at a rate she couldn't understand and the only way she could do any good is to sway her hips from side to side through the beat of the bass. She lost control of her senses the moment she started giggling at herself and taking more shots. She thought it was rather fun but it could be more by unbuttoning a part of her blouse and going to the dance floor. She thought she was right.

Lucy felt her heart vibrate along the music, everyone around her felt what she felt. She swayed with her eyes closed, an empty drink in hand when some guy took her arms and placed them on his shoulders. She couldn't really make anything up aside from the guy being totally attractive anf freakishly tall.

"Why are you dancing alone?" He starts.

"I was waiting for someone to ask me that question" She giggled. She wraps both arms around the stranger's neck, swaying her hips from side to side. Dipping from side to side until he caught her drift. Her body ached to continue, she felt so alive with his grin at her ear and sweat on her skin. Lucy could go on like this forever.

The music felt amazing. The random guy, what she called in her head, placed both hands on her hips. She doesn't know where this was going but he grinds at her. It nearly took a second to do the same until one of them, Lucy decided that facing the opposite direction was a better idea, which in fact, it was. They had a certain pattern, they both followed. It can only take one moment until one of them thought that they reached a certain limit. Lucy felt it. The shiver down her spine and the odd sensation underneath her belly, she almost wanted the need to until she felt a different kind of shiver that goosebumps went underneath her skin.

And a new voice whispering in her ear. "You already left me?"

She felt hotter. Sweat, alcohol and dancing. Wearing clothes made her uncomfortable. She was about to turn around when the guy firmly placed his hands on her hips.

"You didn't even give me a chance to dance with you... How rude" She heard him grin, his nose touching just above her ear. His hips grinding just from behind her.

"Sting" Lucy's alerted. She's supposed to stop what she's doing, she's supposed to walk away right now but the warmth underneath her belly grew stronger. She grinds against him, creating a stronger friction that she heard him grunt her name.


Orga told him off. Sting blamed everything on his friend instead of blaming himself. Even though his head is ringing that what he's doing is wrong, that at some point, someone'll get hurt, he continues. Who could stop now if she responded back?

Lucy was against him. Hot, sticky and sweaty, he doesn't have the right sense to do the right thing. Instead he makes a trail of wet kisses on the side of her neck and despite the loud music, he heard her moan. She's mewing because of him. He forgot how smooth and soft her skin was until he felt it against his own tongue, he felt like he couldn't stop himself. Sting pulled back in surprise when Lucy started dipping lower, against his... He doesn't know if she noticed but he's rising. Blood pounding in his ears when she guides his hands back to her hips as she ran her fingers in his hair.

She drives him mad, she was all over him. She throws her head back every once in a while, her mess of hair tickling his neck and every time, he gets a little more frustrated. She's doing it on purpose too, he could tell. Sting groans and continues giving her sloppy trails of kisses down her shoulders. This is alarming. Both of them knew that but they needed this more. She tilts her head back for more access and he takes advantage of this by spinning her around and making her face him. He could smell the alcohol, sweat and her desire. All he needs to do now is to lean closer, just to close the distance between them.

Sting is usually collected but today, he has never been so nervous and frustrated at the same time. His hands are sweating and he could almost feel his heart pulsing on his feet. It was that loud. But when he leaned furthermore, she leans away.

"Sting I-I think... I think we should stop" He closed his eyes, mentally yelling at himself for being this careless and stupid. All breatheless, red and hot, Lucy is the first one to walk away from the subsiding tension. He could imagine worse of what she thinks of him now. Orga was stupid for giving him advice, he should know that by now, considering the guy had four horrible break-ups in one year. But he's more stupid for following.

They walked out of the bar and Lucy felt relieved for breathing fresh air. Who knew she took every inhale of it for granted. She still felt hot and slightly intoxicated but she got a hold of a few of her senses like they were about to happen until she cock blocked him. She didn't need to say anything but she could tell the other drunk is standing behind her.

"Lucy-" If he continues to say her name or another word, she's not so sure of having enough self control to not jump on him.

"Sting, take me home. I'm drunk" She slightly felt proud of herself that she sounded like she really wanted to leave instead of actually wanting Sting to take her home. That's just ridiculous. Yeah, she keeps on telling herself.

He didn't say anything else, thankfully for her. He fetched his car.


Lucy wondered why she gets attracted to awkward car drives, both blondes couldn't even look at the other. Sting focused on the road, she focused on the pitch black darkness outside from the window. Not one of them knew if they should speak about it. She tried her hardest to stay still.

"Lucy I-"

"No, Sting. This is completely understandable. We were just drunk, it was getting hot and we just went with it. Let's not even think about it" How can she say all those words? Her voice is even two notes higher, that's just weird. Lucy had no idea.

"Right" He muttered.

"..."

"..."

"... You're right. It's not like I wanted to kiss you and you wanted me to, right?" Somehow, something tells her that there's sarcasm in there. She narrows her eyes at him, he's glaring at the road for some odd reason.

"Yeah... I guess we're still not responsible adults" And she decided to end it with a slightly fake, slightly shaky laughter. She doesn't have any idea why she's nervous along with why her hands are clammy, she would have questioned further but Sting interrupted her thoughts.

"Lucy, is it so bad to ask about us?" He gives her a glance.

"Depends on the question"

"Okay. Is it bad to want you back?" The nervousness doubled. How could he even ask it so nonchalantly. She gapes at him like a fish and he looked at her expectantly. So, he was being serious. Lucy thinks of an answer. Honestly, to herself, she doesn't know but something tells her she just couldn't. But she couldn't tell him that as well.

"Yes. Sting, I'm your ex... We both know where it ends" She felt such a bitch after all, he was just so nice towards her. It's horrible to be breaking possibilities hastily but she couldn't just give it a go either. The look on his face is more obvious now that she looks at him. Sting is still hopeful. This guy is seriously toying with her brain.

"Look Sting-"

"Lucy don't feel sorry for me. That's the last thing I'd want from you. Let's just call this a night then" She sighs out of sadness. She doesn't want to lose the friendship though. Might be a fuck up being friends with you ex but it couldn't hurt to try, right? (God, if Lucy only knew the flash forward).

At least during the last silent minutes had calmed them down to the point of professionally or appropriately being distant towards each other. Sting, being the proper gentleman that Lucy had once had a thing for, opened the car door. When she stepped outside, two things happened at once. The heel of her stiletto snapped and he caught her. In this situation, when she's seeing all the blue in his eyes and feeling the prominent buff of his arms, she considered herself to still be morally drunk.

She cleared her throat and oh god she tried, to be graceful when standing up properly.

"Thank you... I-I think I'm still drunk... And-and also getting heavy, so I'm taking these off" Needless to say, she's a walking mess when she approached the apartment building. Sting, however, still followed her. Probably to make sure she got to her unit without falling down the stairs and breaking her neck in 17 different places.

Once they reached the door, she didn't know what else to do, she hugged him. It took a few seconds for him to hug back but when he did, it was probably the longest of hugs because he only lets go one arm before lingering for a few more seconds. It's not difficult to notice even when drunk. Lucy was about to slightly push him away but Sting whispers at her, his nose pressing against her ear.

"You were great. Thank you for the tour. I had fun" He lets go of her this time and it was her turn to be surprised and anxious and nervous. There's no telling what she's feeling but Lucy smiles warmly at him, convinced that they're fine.

"Let's go again next time, okay?"


Goddamn. Sting has had enough. Lucy is still in denial and he can't help himself any longer. Can't she see that he was holding back for so long? The fact that she genuinely wants them to stay the way they are makes him so angry. He takes a long stride so that his face is inches from her. She's not even moving away, to him, she also looks frantic.

"Sting, what are you-"

"Fuck that" He abandons those words quickly and pulls at her hair for a kiss. Of course, she struggles. At first she did, but she gives up almost instantly and they cave in. Lucy's lips are plump and soft just like he remembered. They were probably sloppy at this because they were still intoxicated, he felt his own conscience buzzing at him. She kisses back just as passionately and they stayed at the hallway a little longer but at some point, she fumbled for the door knob and he pushes her on the wall in her apartment.

His hands are everywhere. He feels her soft skin and he managed to put his hands on her thighs. She wraps one leg on his behind, before she knows it, both of them are wrapped around his waist. Lucy forgot how much of a good kisser Sting is, she's moaning in his mouth and he's groaning at hers. She felt him walking, lifting her with his hands on her hips.

Sting places her softly on her bed, she's rubbing against him and could only take a little until his erection presses against her damp underwear. He focuses on her neck instead to distract himself from his rising member, it's making it difficult when she's rubbing herself further. He forgot how much she enjoyed the pleasure just on the bottom of her ear. He sucks on the sensitive area and she moans slightly louder, it was music to his ears.

She immediately remove her hands lost in his hair and tugs his belt off, pulling his zipper hastily. When she pulls his boxers off, he oh so slowly lingers at her wet core. It drives her a little bit insane and somehow, when she caught his face he was smug and smirking at her.

He felt Lucy getting wetter, the more he rubbed and bit. He's throbbing and he's losing the ability to think.

"Sting... P-please" She mewed like a cat he grumbled on her throat. With one swift tug, both her skirt and underwear were on one ankle. She shivers against him when she realizes it only takes one push to be in contact with him. Lucy forgets how to think. There are no other thoughts in her brain other than wanting him. She spreads her legs a bit wider as a form of invitation and he breathes heavily at her. His blue eyes were a haze and she's a hot mess. They lock eyes for a second before without warning, he plunges into her. Lucy digs her nails in his shirt and calls out his name. He props himself with his elbows on either side of her small frame, she's so tight. She continues to moan loudly and he shuts her so with his tongue in her mouth.

He pounds deeply inside her, she's stiffling her screams and he's grunting with every move. They both move faster.

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They couldn't recall how much time had passed but they became a hot, sticky, tangled mess on her bed. Both sleeping soundly caged in arms and legs. Both don't know of what might happen the next morning, but it's something Lucy would regret about.


I swear to you that this is a NaLu fanfic. Probably some of you are in a state of shock for just what happened, but I can assure you that they will have their moment hihi. But for now, enjoy this lemon chapter, even if it's not Natsu.

Umm, this is actually my first time writing a lemon, so I'm a bit frantic of what it really is and I'd like to know your opinion about it. I mean, I could probably do better but again this is my first time. I hope it puts up with expectations. Hehe...

Also, I've been gone for more than a month! I'm so sorry for that so here is a longer update. I mean, I'm surprised by how long this is to be honest. Hehehe. Anyway, I'll be doing a Between Two Neighbors update soon, I hope you give a review, like and a follow if you can :)

All of them are appreciated and loved like always :)

TopazDesiertoFleur HAHAHA! To tell you a bit of something, I'm actually going to replace this story (after I finish it, of course) with a psychopath story, haha. I'm also sorry for putting you through confusion (not really, hahaha jk) especially in this chapter tho... what d'ya think? :D

Guest I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long ." I hope you are still here though. Here's an update :) Oh, and he will ;) soon... don't worry hihi