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Sting x Lucy
Sticy

It's been a while now, how's it been?
Sorry I've been offline, I've been on a sort of dryspell lately
But I'm back and ready to write!
It's 'bout time for some fluff! Enjoy!


Off the side of train tracks in the middle of a forest 3 miles away from Magnolia, an unconventional bonfire lit Fairy Tail soiree lightened up the creepy timberland, complete with drunkards messing up the place and towers and towers of clutter filling up the used to be forest ground. Laughter, hollers and conversation made the air as people wobbled about, doing things to be regretted the morning after. A fight sprung between two elemental mages (need I say who?) which spiraled into an all out civil war between the fairies, the reason behind it isn't fully explained nor can it be. And by a back corner, observing the spectacle with disgust written all over his face was Sting, leaned sideways on a tree eyeing a certain blonde beauty climbing clumsily on a stack of incredibly unstable beer barrels. The yellow headed boozer hushed down the crowd with a crimson face and intoxicated caramel eyes, she was out of it for sure. She hugged a big bottle of half empty gin by its neck even. After taking a long gulp from it, she began to holler into the rowdy wind.

"Who's the best guild in all of Fiore?"

"Fairy Tail!" the crowd shouted in response, fists pumping up the sky and faces strewn with goofy smiles. Oh great. The light dragon slayer sighed inwardly, sliding his back down the tree and sitting under its shade, clearly dreading what's begun.

"Who has the strongest mages the world has ever seen?" Lucy questioned, heart pumping with adrenaline and mind shut down for the night. She's crazy, they're all crazy. The saber thought as he shook his head in both mortification and-oddly enough-awe.

"Fairy Tail!"

"And who'll save Earthland, one dark guild at a time?" the celestial mage put her free hand on her hip and leaned in forward to entice the crowd. Her face shimmered under the moonlight with pure undisturbed happiness, there's no doubt about it in Sting's mind, the fairies bring fun wherever they go.
Sure beats a boring afternoon in Sabertooth headquarters, I'll give them that.
The lone saber shrugged his shoulders and raised his arms over his head, adjusting to a relaxed position with his source of entertainment getting better and better right before his eyes.

"Fairy Tail!" a stream of roars and victory cries followed after that, the whole mesh of people going rabid with that boost of pride. Things broke, people fought and barrels of hooch were chugged down without some much as a pause. Sting winced, the noise seemed to ricochet off the bark of trees and the clatters, wrecks were cringeworthy.
I'm sure Rogue, Frosch and Lector will find this place just fine. With the racket these reckless drunks are making, I'm surprised they haven't woken up a nearby town yet.
The blonde boy rolled his eyes condescendingly, landing on the sight of Lucy about to topple over her makeshift stage. The girl flailed her arms and shrieked, her eyes closed in anticipation of a painful landing that didn't come. One by one, her umber eyes fluttered open to see the annoying smirk of one annoying dragon slayer. She internally groaned, even in her blind-drunk state she knew exactly who the blonde bastard catching her was, especially when his annoying smug look is hovering over her face. He set her down slowly, his hands still lingering on her slender figure. Once she reached solid ground, her face shot up at the boy with evident distaste.

"You're welcome" Sting spoke sarcastically, already heading towards the tree from before. Lucy watched him with a pensive look. Despite being drunk, her mind was somehow thinking crystal clear. Thus she followed him as he moved in through the forest, spontaneously deciding to take a much needed walk. The crunch of the leaves below were a dead give away of her presence, making the saber let out a breath of annoyance. The girl behind narrowed her eyes, suspicion and intrigue flowing through her mind, expelling the toxic fantasy of rum.

"Tell me something Eucliffe, what are you even doing here? With us no-good fairies. What do you want from us?" Lucy's tone was dead sober, not something you'd expect from a girl who drank her way through 10 bottles of alcohol in one night. The saber froze in his steps, ever so slowly, he turned to face the blonde and moved towards her.

"And why do you ask?" venomously he verbalized, trying to scare the fairy away. He enjoyed her company-no doubt about it-but right now, he just wanted to be alone to try to think of a way to find his red Exceed friend.

"Just curious" she shrugged her shoulders, moving closer and closer to the boy. Every inch she took, quickened Sting's breathing, accelerated his heart beat and numbed his sense of conscience. His mind was at a loss, the specks of hazel in her eyes were all too enchanting for the heart. He doubled over from her scent, strawberry and vanilla beneath the gin. The breeze blew back her golden hair exposing gentle milky skin of neck. How he yearned to feel it under his fingertips, how his lips pined for that of her fresh pink ones, how he coveted her to be his. She stood there waiting for a reply, unknown to her was the riot she caused in the poor boy's heart and soul. Sting took a step forward, making their faces mere centimeters apart. The girl's heart sped up, her breath came out in gasps, heat rising to her face. She was enslaved to his cosmic gaze, electric and piercing blue. What is wrong with me? What's wrong with him. Shove him away Lucy, you're just-.

"I-i" The saber finally spoke, interrupting the stellar mage's thoughts. Crimson graced his cheeks, unmistakably vivid under the beaming moonlight.

"You" Lucy's voice trailed off in anticipation. She didn't know what to expect, a confession? A cruel mind game? With him, it wasn't so easy to figure out what to think, what to feel and yet he has so much influence in both her heart and brain. Sting fidgeted with his arms under the doe eyed expectant stare of the blonde beauty before him, but in one swift glide, he closed the gap between their lips and his confidence came back swinging for she was finally in his arms. One second of surprise crossed Lucy's mind before she eased in to the passionate lip lock. She moved her fingers through his soft vibrant yellow-white hair as if on instinct and smiled in the kiss contentedly. He snaked his arms around her slender figure and supported her back as he pressed his body against hers. Hearts pounded against their ribcages, the rapid thump thump thump ringing in their ears. Sting moved towards a tree, pushing her against the bark with ardent lust making her moan on contact, not breaking the kiss. Lucy shifted her hands to the boy's nape, sending tingles down Sting's spine by the subtle touch. Emotions peaked and doubt was mostly forgotten. They wanted it, subconsciously their feelings were bubbling, preparing for the moment to spiral out of control, and that was this moment. They soon both pulled away for air, breathing heavily in each other's arms.

"I…want…you" spoke the saber in pants, a hand resting on the blonde girl's cheek, stroking it gently, lovingly. Lucy looked up at him, searching his eyes for any deceit, any sign that it all might be just a damn old trick and found nothing but genuine emotion. A smirk graced her lips, her forehead resting on his as they both took in as much air needed for their next lip clash. She was sure now, irrefutable is her affection for the idiot sabertooth wizard and she's done denying it.

"Obviously" she teased, earning a laugh out of the light dragon slayer. He prepared his lips, leaning closer separating their faces by only an inch.

"Shut up" he snickered, with a gleam of joy overshadowing the previous sorrow in his eyes. The celestial mage gripped his shirt forward, restraining herself-barely-from going in for the kiss.

"Make me" seduction and allure dripping from those six little letters, a devilish smirk sealing in the deal. She hardly got the words out before Sting launched his lips on hers, another deep zealous kiss underway. They held each other close, sweat mingling in as the heat of their passion heightened. A full blown make out session was clearly in play, fairly reminiscent of pre-train crash times. Of course they needed to talk their feelings over, make it official if so to say but not right now, for right now their lips are a bit too 'occupied'. However, they better straighten their feelings out sooner or later especially when a certain pinkette is taking in the scene as we speak with a scorching rage ready to ignite.