Ok, guys, a couple things.

One, don't forget to check out ShanaHollows' amazing one-shots too! She has really been rising to my challenge and bringing it! I'm gonna have a couple of intense days of writing ahead to keep up with her.

Two, I will NOT be posting my usual chapter of PAPI today! I really wanted to, but it's not quite there yet, and my beta won't have time to help me out with it until tomorrow. So, it will be up TOMORROW. I promise. Even if I have to spend the next 24 hours proofing it myself instead, until it's glorious and spine-chilling, it will definitely be done and up by tomorrow. I hate missing deadlines, but this chapter is too important to put up too soon.

Three, enjoy this last one shot for today! It's pretty much just all lemony goodness...you've been warned. So if you're reading this at work, your frustration is your own damn problem. Ya pervs.

lol.

Enjoy. ;)

Whose Clothes Are These?

In which, in an AU to Passive Aggressive Post-Its, Lucy and Natsu have a very different 'daybreak' after the Moon Drip party. hehe.

Lucy peeled her sticky eyelids back and immediately closed them. What the hell had she been doing last night, that her eyes felt like they were coated in rubber cement? And why did it seem so much brighter than usual? Had she been drinking? She struggled to remember.

She had gone to a party with Levy and Gajeel, and met a guy...she had drunk a Long Island, and kissed the guy...HOLY SHIT IT WAS GRAY. She had kissed Gray. Her soulmate's fucking roommate! She had been in his house! He had almost seen her! And then...wait, she didn't remember what happened after that! She had needed a shot, so she had taken one at those sweet ass ice luges, and then...nothing!

Ignoring the pain of the light shining at her from an odd angle, she pried open her eyelids again and blinked a few times until the room came into focus.

Shit.

It wasn't her room. Or anywhere in her apartment. She seemed to be suspended on a bed only a few feet from the ceiling, across from another just like it. Someone else slept in that bed. As if he could hear her frantic thoughts the guy in the other bed turned to face her, and she was mildly surprised to realize she recognized him.

It was Gray. She was in Gray's room. She sighed in relief. At least she hadn't ended up in some stranger's room. And she wasn't sleeping with Gray, that was good. But wait…

That meant…

Her eyes blew wide as she very, very carefully turned her head, trying to keep her shoulders from moving as she strained to see behind her. But as much as she tried, her shoulders couldn't help but move a little bit. And just as she caught sight of the ends of a wild head of rosy hair, a muscular arm closed in around her middle, tugging her body against a very fit, very naked, and very aroused torso. Like holy shit he had a bad case of morning wood. That he was apparently planning on using her to solve, if the rocking movements of his hips were anything to go by.

How the FUCK had she ended up in bed with NATSU?! What happened to staying away from him? Wasn't that the plan? Wasn't she going to date other people and have her freedom? When had she decided…

Lucy's brain trailed off as the hand around her waist slid down her very bare abdomen and settled on her inner thigh. She peeked under the blanket covering them. Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholy-

Lucy mentally slapped herself. Just because she was in bed with her soulmate, wearing nothing but her (thankfully adorable and clean) white lace cheekies didn't mean she needed to lose her shit. She could handle this. Everything would be-holymagicfingersbatman. Natsu's fingers had decided he was not, in fact, looking for her thigh and had ventured a little closer to pay dirt, striking gold on his first try.

Lucy didn't know if she wanted to cry out in desperation or relief. She was naked in a man's bed she had never actually met in person, with his roommate, whom she had made out with just the night before, sleeping not ten feet from them, and she had no idea how she had gotten there!

But FUCK did whatever he was doing with his fingers feel incredible! What they had been doing in the shower for weeks didn't even compare. It was like the difference between dairy free cheese and a hunk of aged cheddar: no fucking comparison.

But she had to get out of there, right? Natsu was asleep! He had not idea that the girl he was feeling up was her, right? She could still get away without him knowing! Did he even realize he was feeling her up? Did he even remember what happened last night to get them there? She sure as hell didn't! She shifted her hips and lifted herself off the bed a few inches, testing out how much movement he would notice.

And the answer was: any apparently. Sleepy Natsu's wily other hand slid under her, taking advantage of the new tunnel of space between her and the sheets to grab a hefty handful of breast and tug her back against his chest, where his lips found the skin of her neck and started sucking on her.

Lucy fought back a moan. This was so goooooodd...wait, shit, no! This was NOT good. NOOO-aaaaawwww-OOOT good. She struggled to focus as the hand between her legs tried to nudge her panties aside, thankfully having a little difficulty. His knee came up between her knees to nudge them further apart, his ankle tugging hers back a little to open her up. She leaned her torso forward, trying to ease away from the pervy octopus behind her, but only succeeded in shifting her breast against his hand, in an amazing slide of sweaty friction, and her hips back into his groin, which incited a groan from the lips on her neck and a more frantic response from his hand down south.

Lucy bit back her own groan and tried to remember why it was a bad idea to have sex with someone she had never actually met...she was sure there was some...oh gods that felt amazing...fantastic...practical...reason WHY she shouldn't just let the sex god behind her do whatever the fuck he wanted to her. Virginity be damned.

But the thumb caressing her breast had finally found her nipple, and frankly, that was the last of the mental fortitude she had left in her.

Fuck it. She was hungover. And probably still a little drunk. And drunk people made terrible decisions. Everyone knew that.

So when his other hand finally hooked under the waistband of her underwear and yanked them down her legs, she helped shimmy them the rest of the way off, closed her eyes in pleasure, and let his hands do whatever they wanted. Some things were totally fucking worth it. She could apologize to her sober self later. If she even wanted to.

About the time his fingers met the familiar feeling of a slick pussy, Natsu realized he was doing something he probably shouldn't in his sleep again. He wasn't ready to open his eyes, sort of hoping it was an amazing dream about the blonde who haunted his thoughts. He flexed the fingers on his other hand, immediately recognizing the soft skin and hardened nipple of a gigantic breast. Holy shit, she was bigger than a double D. He let go of her breast and let his hand slide further around her. Fuck him. She was incredible shape, too. Of COURSE she wa-

He took a sharp intake of breath. She continued grinding those incredibly in-shape hips into his crotch, her shifting thighs together, reminding him that the fingers of his other hand were just chilling out in her cooch. He wiggled them experimentally in the slippery warmth between her legs and felt his erection get almost painfully hard as she thrust her hips back into him again. Gods, she was so wet… His mind promptly forgetting that he had no idea why there was a naked woman in his bed, he found her clit with his thumb and pressed a finger into her core.

Fuck...she was so tight he could feel her warmth pulling on just one finger. He groaned and rocked his hips into her full ass, picturing what that tight warmth around his cock would feel like. This was the best dream ever. It had to be. He realized his nose and lips were pressed up against her shoulder and resumed licking her neck, eventually biting her lightly where her neck met her shoulder. The woman in his arms tasted amazing.

She moaned softly and turned her head to try and find his lips.

Natsu's brain cleared from the fog for a brief moment to wonder if he wasn't dreaming. Maybe he was so horny that he had picked up some chick at the party the night before and was about to fuck her without even realizing it! And then what would his Weirdo think of him? She didn't deserve to have to feel him getting off with someone else. And frankly, if it wasn't really her in his bed, he wasn't really interested.

But if this was a dream...fuck, he really didn't want it to end yet… Then he had it, his sleep and sex-addled mind coming to the logical conclusion, that if he opened his eyes, and it was his blonde bombshell, he was dreaming, and he could continue at his leisure guilt-free. If he opened his eyes and it was anyone else, he'd done something awful and he would just have to suck it up and keep his hands off, preferably pretending to be asleep until she could could wake up and sneak away with dignity.

So, removing his fingers from inside of her with an internal complaint from his dick and a whine from the lady in question, he rolled away from her body enough that she could lay back against his shoulder, still instinctively turning her head for a kiss. And then he opened an eye, barely letting the light in as he took in the face of his early morning guest. And his other eye popped open almost immediately.

It was her. It was fucking her!

He grinned and sat up to get a better view of her, and hit his head, painfully, on the ceiling.

Which was about the moment that he realized he wasn't dreaming.

Which meant that the girl he'd been fantasizing about fucking for weeks was actually laying in his bed. Naked.

And aroused.

And currently wrapping her leg around his hip and grinding her wetness all over his extremely happy cock.

How the fuck had this all-

Fuck it. He didn't care.

He laced the fingers of one hand into her hair, grabbed a perky breast with the other and kissed the fuck out of his Weirdo, rolling her gently to the wall side of the bed and totally forgetting that his roommate slept, blissfully unaware of their activities, less than ten feet away. Or just not caring. Either was equally likely.

Gray awoke to the sounds of a very happy Natsu. Not bothering to open his eyes, he turned away from his roommate's side of the room and barked out,

"Dude, you have got to quit masturbating in your sleep. It's so fucked up." The rustling and moaning stopped for a moment. So he sighed and tried to go back to sleep.

Then he heard a more feminine sounding moan float over to his side of the room and his eyes popped open. Wait, that meant...

He peaked over his shoulder, trying to catch sight of the girl his roommate had in his loft with him, but could only see Natsu's bare shoulders as he leaned over the woman he clearly had trapped between him and the wall. Gray immediately frowned and started to get out of his bed, climbing down and dragging a blanket with him, dislodging some of the condoms that had been left under his comforter. They rained to the ground like he had broken open an adult-only pinata. One of them fell on a sheer, pink piece of fabric laying on the ground. He lifted it up, mumbling to himself,

"Fucking classy Natsu... whose clothes are these?"

Gray picked up the skirt, and the black top that seemed to consist of wide pieces of elastic, and at last the white lacy bra, that could have fit both Natsu and his heads into it, and finally figured it out. A grin grew on his lips as he set the clothes on the couch in a pile and scooped up a handful of fallen condoms, chucking them at his roommate's back.

"No glove, no love guys! See ya later Lucy!" he tossed over his shoulder as he left his room, finding somewhere else to sleep off his hangover for the morning.

When the door slammed shut, Natsu snuck a look carefully over his shoulder to make sure his roommate was gone and turned back to the gorgeous woman that was currently riding three fingers of his hand. Her deep chocolate brown, and very aroused, eyes gazed back up at him as she panted out adorable little breaths and squeezed his erection a little firmer in her fisted fingers. Her hips kept rocking into the rhythm he set with his arm, muscles taut as he pleasured her.

"Lucy?" Natsu gasped down at her, grinning. "Please tell me that's your name."

She smiled up at him for a moment before diving for his mouth and wrapping her fingers into his hair with the hand not steadily stroking him. She finally pulled away and cried out, responding to how he had curled his fingers against a particular spot inside of her.

"Present and accounted for. Now shut up and pleeeease do that again!"

He opened his mouth to respond to her needy moan, but found the breast thrust into his face much more compelling than anything he was going to say.

So he grabbed her nipple between his teeth, shut up and did what she asked.

Some things really could wait.

And Lucy wasn't one of them.