Hi my lovely readers!
I was desperate to get this published today, and at 9.30pm I've made it!
This was a request piece from CatMerchant on AO3, and I hope you enjoy it!
A first time for me writing for this pairing, and I fucking loved how this came out, so I hope you lot do too! I will say that I am 100% NaLu and GruVia, but I maintain that if Lucy and Gray never met Natsu and Juvia, they would be fucking like bunnies!
Please let me know your thoughts on this, and remember that my requests are still currently open. It will be temporarily suspended soon, possibly after I publish the next piece on my list, whilst I establish my Naruto book. Let me write your kinks ;)
Much love smut lovers! :)
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This is just fucking perfect.
It's impossible to see anything. The dazzling spotlight shines brightly in his eyes, blinding him to the sea of faces that are watching intently, waiting like circling sharks to see if this will be his success or his failure.
He wasn't meant to be here, this wasn't the plan, his plan.
Fighting the wave of panic that is quick to rise in his veins, fear wrapping a slender hand around his throat and choking him on the words he knew by heart, he struggles on shaking legs to his position.
He dips his head, takes one steadying breath and opens his mouth to speak, praying that his voice is strong and proud as it should be.
You can do this Gray, you can't let her down…
Lucy couldn't help the nervous fluttering in her stomach, since transferring to Crocus University three months ago, she had struggled to fit in with her new classmates. It was difficult to find a place for herself within the already established friendship groups.
Everyone was perfectly nice, friendly and always willing to chat, but things never seemed to run any deeper than surface level politeness, and Lucy longed for someone to bond with. Maybe she should focus on her studies more than simply striving to make meaningful connections, but it was difficult when she was already so far ahead of her year.
Lucy wasn't being egotistical, choosing to major in English Literature had been a strategic decision and a wise one at that. She had already been published several times in her early teenage years, the vivacious blonde simply had a natural flair for storytelling and narrative world building. Her former English teacher had been the driving force, pushing her to heights that she had not thought possible at such a young age.
Now she was 20 and wanted to broaden her horizons a bit; choosing to minor in Performing Arts was a new challenge, one that she was determined to relish to the fullest. The classes for this course had not yet started and that meant a fresh opportunity to find her people!
The room was full of the buzzing chatter of nervous excitement. With one final shake of her long blonde ponytail, Lucy twisted the handle and walked into the small lecture hall. The place was almost full, and as her gaze swept the rows of seats, there were not many to choose from.
Her throat was suddenly parched and scratchy as the students eyed the new arrival, Lucy walked as quickly as possible and threw herself into the nearest empty seat. The person next to her was hidden from sight by the raised hood that obscured his face.
Lucy glanced to the side as covertly as possible as she placed her bag by her feet. She knew it was a male, his shoulders too broad, the fingers that tapped away animatedly on his phone too thick and rough to be from a feminine hand and the puff of exasperation that drifted to her ear was simply too deep and masculine.
She nudged him lightly with her shoulder, peering at the hunched figure as she smiled and murmured a quiet greeting. He grunted, turning his body away from her and she felt the deflation in her chest as he rebuffed her opening gesture of friendliness.
Why did I have to pick this seat?
Fingers drummed rhythmically on the wooden desk as she watched everyone else in the room chatting to their neighbours whilst she sat in miserable silence with the grouchy monster beside her.
His fingers never stopped on his phone, and once or twice she tried to casually glance at the screen, only to find out what he was up to, she wouldn't read any private messages or anything like that! Yet, either he was aware of her lingering gaze, or he was naturally secretive, his phone tilted to an angle that kept the screen entirely hidden from her sight.
Their teacher swept in; she gave off an instant air of eccentricity with her wildly curling auburn hair, red horn-rimmed glasses that perched dangerously on the end of her nose and such vivid red lipstick that clashed violently with the colour of her hair. She was also instantly warm, putting the new students at ease and Lucy felt herself relax for the first time in long time.
After a general overview of how the course would be structured, the weighting of assessments, exams and coursework and a brief introduction of what the aims of this term would be, the teacher called for hush as she set out their first piece of work.
"The class will be split into groups of four, and you will be tasked with writing, directing and performing a short fifteen minute scene of the group's choosing, however, I would like it to be based on an existing piece of stage or screen.
This will be the perfect opportunity for you to get to know your fellow classmates and Thespians better and allow for the fresh buds of friendship to spring forth!" the teacher enthused, her arms circling her head before she wrapped herself in an embrace.
The nervous skitters of giggles filled the small room, and the teacher did not seem fazed by this at all. She swept a suddenly serious and appraising eye over the rows of students before seating herself behind the small desk to pour over the class list.
Names were called in a steady stream, Lucy was on the very edge of her seat as she waited for her own to be called out. Images of three new friends flitted in her imagination, happy smiles and laughter ringing out as she felt the warming rays of companionship.
"Lucy Heartfilia.
Jellal Fernandes.
Erza Scarlet.
Gray Fullbuster."
The names meant nothing to the vibrating blonde, she scanned for any movement from the names called after her own, and on the final one she heard the deeply annoyed grown of the person beside her.
Oh no, don't tell me that he is in my group?
Lucy swung her head around and came face to face with possibly the most attractive male she had ever laid eyes on.
The hood of his thick blue hoodie now pushed back, his deep raven hair fell into his eyes before he brushed the bangs back with an agitated hand. A strong jaw only emphasised the frustrated clench of his face, the hint of stubble on his chin and cheeks, and such intense dark blue eyes.
Eyes that glinted with savage annoyance, the deep colour almost felt freezing as he swept Lucy into his gaze. A prominent scrunch above his perfectly straight nose and a deep 'v' fell between his brows that made the girl want to do nothing more than smooth it away with her lips.
Whoa where did that come from?!
His lips were thinned in displeasure, an almost imperceptible sneer curling at the very edges of his mouth and Lucy could only gulp under such an outright nasty look.
If she moved any further back from the glaring and downright gorgeous male she would topple backwards out of her chair, nails clung into the wooden desk as Lucy did her best to plaster a friendly and calm expression on her face.
The pair were interrupted by the loud clearing of a throat and Lucy jumped, her grumpy friend cut his eyes upwards and she was very glad not to be on the receiving end of the look he was giving the person behind her.
Lucy swivelled in her chair and looked up at the pair of faces that stood awkwardly in the aisle. A formidable looking girl with beautifully scarlet coloured hair stood with a hand on her hip, the cream sweater she wore was cute in a prim sort of way that didn't seem to suit her facade.
A blue haired boy stood to the left of the girl, his back ramrod straight as his eyes wandered anywhere but at Lucy. He seemed uncomfortable, but also determined to mask it to the best of his ability. A hand was tucked deeply into his black jeans, the other rubbing at the back of his neck, and Lucy would swear there was the faintest pink stain on the tips of his ears as he shook his hair out of his face.
"Lucy Heartfilia? Gray Fullbuster?" the redhead asked, her voice held an instant authority that made Lucy sit up a little straighter as she nodded fervently.
Gray merely grunted, eyeing the other male with suspicion.
The redhead's brow lifted into her hairline, "I'm Erza Scarlet, and this is Jellal Fernandes." she stated, gesturing at the male next to her. It was clear that they were at least familiar with each other, although Lucy would by no way say they were close. A strange aura surrounded the pair, and it made the blonde puzzle for a moment, she was always intrigued by such strange dynamics like this one, a mystery to be solved.
"Shall we go somewhere more private and get the ball rolling?" she asked, it was formed as a question but there was no room for doubt in the words, they were going to follow her and do as asked.
~.~
Gray was furious.
He was seriously pissed that he even had to be in this damn class. Yet it had not been an option for him, he had not been allowed to study only Filmmaking despite his direct protests to the head of facility, and even the Dean of the University.
"Mr Fullbuster, I suggest that you use this opportunity to get an understanding for the people that you may one day be directing. Acting is not as simple as you may feel, and this might open your eyes to the perspectives of others. You cannot always be right, despite your own allusions."
Those words spun around and around in his head, the ringing indictment only increasing his ire. He was used to being the master of his own universe, and he did not work well with others unless he was strictly in charge.
This would go much easier if his little group would simply roll over and submit to his wishes, but as he took in the commanding redhead, he knew that she would put up the biggest fight and his teeth ground in frustration. She held herself with an air of authority, yet as he peered a little closer he could detect a naivety and a vulnerability that he could exploit if needed.
The blue haired male definitely owned a strong will as well, but there was something about the way his eye would every now and then drift towards the redhead that told him that he would likely do anything she asked and that could prove a problem for him. He was wound around her little finger, even if the girl did not seem remotely aware of this.
An interesting discovery…
As for the blonde, she radiated a desire to please and this he could most certainly work with. She had seemed almost desperate in her plight, engaging him when he showed absolutely no sign of wishing to communicate with anyone. It was a bold move to nudge and greet him when he was sat with his hood up, eyes intent on his phone and body angled away, but she had gone for it anyway.
Gray could admire that kind of courage, but it didn't help that she was also very easy on the eye.
He hadn't looked at her properly at first, only seeing the edge of her profile whilst he listened to the teacher drone on and on. It wasn't until he had heard his name, and connected the dots that she was either this Lucy Heartfilia or Erza Scarlet, his money had been on Lucy, she seemed like a Lucy to him, that he had truly looked at her.
It had been difficult to maintain the frustrated expression that had sprung to his face so easily, not when he had noticed the blonde beauty fully. Her pale heart shaped face flushed with excitement, large round eyes the colour of rich melted chocolate, a cute button nose and lips that begged to be kissed.
Her lips had attracted him the most, the soft swipe of a dainty tongue wetting the plush pink flesh as she eyed him with her own obvious appreciation.
No, he couldn't afford to think with his dick!
Gray barely listened as his little group made introductions, his mind already detailing how this project would proceed. He had already long established which scene they would adapt, who they would play and exactly how he would get out of having to act himself.
Now he just had to convince them to go along with his plan.
~.~
Lucy listened in rapt silence.
She always found the story of other people fascinating, and Erza and Jellal were definitely interesting. As Lucy listened intently, Gray had pulled a pad of paper and a well chewed pen from his bag, scribbling furiously, clearly unaware of the annoyed look that Erza was throwing in his direction.
"How about you Lucy?" Jellal asked, sitting back so he could cross his ankle over his thigh.
Lucy cleared her throat, telling them of her transfer to this University, how she was majoring in English Literature, and that she had chosen to study Performing Acts to give herself a new challenge.
She felt warm in a way that she hadn't felt in a long time, her instincts told her that they were good people, even the closed off Gray gave her instant good vibes, she just had to crack his icy exterior.
"Gray?" Lucy called, her voice came out far breathier than she had intended and it made her blush profusely, his head had snapped up so suddenly as she spoke.
Their eyes locked and Lucy felt a fuzzy sensation settling in her stomach. She had a strong urge to run her fingers through his hair, she knew it would be feather soft to the touch and she could almost hear the deep groan he would emit as her nails raked against his scalp.
They continued to stare at each other until a soft cough broke the apparent hypnosis, Gray shifted his gaze to Jellal, frowning at the knowing smirk that was plastered across his face. He hugged the notepad to his chest almost protectively, clearing his throat quietly.
"I study Filmmaking, I plan on becoming a Director, and I am only here because I have to be." Gray mumbled quickly.
The trio stared at him, expecting more but getting nothing more than silence. The well chewed pen was poised between his lips and it seemed like he was actively stopping himself from biting down, like he knew of his bad habit and did not wish to display any weaknesses to them.
"Well, if that's everything…" Erza paused for a beat, cautiously eyeing Gray to see if any more would be offered, which it was not, "let's discus what scene we should adapt."
The scraping sound of chair legs met their ears as Gray stood abruptly and begun pacing in front of the round table they were seated at.
"I know exactly what we should do, who you all should play and how we make it the best scene in the class," he declared confidently, and Lucy could not help the squirm for her traitorous body. Why did she have to find confidence so damn appealing?
This boy is going to be the death of me!
Jellal scoffed, his arms crossing over his chest as Gray continued his agitated pacing, "and what makes you so sure that your idea is best? Shouldn't we at least discuss it?"
The blonde watched as Gray's step faltered, the determined set of his jaw locking into place. It reminded her of a stubborn toddler, adamant that they were right and you were wrong. Gray was clearly not used to being questioned, yet he released the tension that was making his shoulders reach for his ears, spreading his hands wide he calmly spoke;
"How about you listen to what I have in mind, and then you can decide if you want to go round and round the houses looking for a better idea that simply does not exist."
Silence.
The black haired boy took this as permission to proceed, and that was what he did.
"We adapt the birthday scene from A Streetcar Named Desire, we twist it round so that Blanche is the one provoking Stanley to leave town for the sake of her sister Stella, ending in her either attempting to sexually assault him or succeeding, depending on your comfort levels."
Gray paused to look at his players, the pawns in this game of chess he was playing.
They wore varying expressions; Erza had her head tipped in quiet contemplation and this pleased Gray no end, the fact that she had not outright vetoed his plan could only be his first success. Jellal frowned, a blush staining his cheeks, likely from the idea of portraying sexual assault, or annoyance that Gray's idea was indeed a good one. As for Lucy, her mouth was popped open into a small 'o' and her large eyes glazed over, he liked that look more than he cared to admit.
His mind wiped clean of his ideas, being replaced with new ideas that were entirely lewd and not things he would ever want to be displayed in front of a class of people. Images of that mouth popped open as he slid his cock into the welcoming wet heat, her eyes glazed over as she stared at him with lust and desire, on her knees submitting to his every wish.
Fuck…!
Lucy noticed the way he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, the way he shook himself before plunging on with his idea. If she didn't know any better she would say that he was thinking wicked things, and it seemed that she was the focus of the attention. Heat unwillingly pooled between her legs, she quickly crossed her thighs and pressed her nails into her palms to bring her back to the here and now.
"Jellal, you are Stanley, Erza is Stella and Lucy… you are Blanche." Gray finished up, his eyes blazing a blue inferno at the blonde.
What bothered Lucy the most was that she had absolutely nothing that she could say to argue with him, the plan was perfect and they all knew it. A frustrated silence fell over the table, Gray looked down with an arched brow, a smug expression that only served to intensify the fuzzy feelings in Lucy's stomach.
"I'll admit that I can find no fault with your idea, shall we agree to this plan?" Erza asked.
As the group agreed to Gray's proposal, Lucy watched the satisfied smirk stretch his already handsome face into something almost wickedly twisted.
She shuddered as that gaze fell directly upon her, and she gulped.
~.~
Things could not have started out more perfectly. They had put up almost no resistance to his plan, and as they left on promises to each look over the original script and stage directions and make alterations before they met again in a few days, Gray was delighted.
Gray found himself in a crowded bar, seated at a small table with the only two people that he considered friends. Large friendship circles were not his cup of tea, too time consuming to manage and too many egos fighting for attention, he could do without that, his own ego was more than enough to deal with.
It wasn't a specific student bar, he loathed those places with a passion. Too much inane chatter and raucous shenanigans from privileged frat boys and simpering sorority sisters. He sipped at his spice soaked rum, the warming taste coating his mouth and slipping easily down his throat.
Loke and Lyon sat on either side of him, their eyes continually scanning the room like tigers sniffing out their prey. Gray rubbed a hand against his tired face, he was not indulging in a woman hunt tonight much to his friends annoyance.
What they didn't know was that Gray could not think of any girl other than the blonde. It was dangerous, he knew that, but my goodness he wanted her badly. To the point that his dreams had been plagued with her, he would always wake before things went too far, and he was on edge from the continually denied release.
"Oh my fucking god, jackpot!" Loke groaned out, his eyes peering over his blue tinted glasses.
Lyon stiffened beside him, and it was with a roll of the eyes that Gray lifted his gaze to look at whatever girl had been spotted.
The feral growl resonated from his chest before he could quash it, two sets of eyes swinging round to him as Gray watched Lucy and Erza standing at the bar, idly chattering.
"Well that was an interesting noise," Loke observed, ruffling his hair as he pondered over which female had caused that reaction from the normally calm and composed Gray.
Lyon chuckled, "spill it Fullbuster, which one has caught your eye? Or shall I ask Loke to start detailing their most attractive features?" It was a trap and he knew it. They would get the truth from him one way or another, he just had to choose if he was going to take the pressure and listen to what they said about Lucy…
A full minute passed, Gray never took his eyes of Lucy.
She was more dressed up than she had been in class, obviously that made sense, but it did nothing for the raging hard on that he was awkwardly trying to conceal beneath the table.
The blonde stood in high-waisted jeans that hugged her ass in a way that should have been downright illegal, a cute pink tee pulled tight across her chest with a hint of her bare midriff showing and her golden blonde hair was pulled into twin ponytails.
You are going to hell for fantasizing about her in a school uniform Gray!
Did he go over, or did he stay here and brood? A difficult decision, one that was decided for him as Loke quickly stood and strode for the pair, throwing a wink over his shoulder at the irate Gray.
He watched as Loke slipped in beside them, of course he chose Lucy's side, and he ground his teeth, trying to control his desperate urge to push the male away from her. His friend spoke to them and without warning both females turned to look at him.
Eyes lighting up in recognition, all the while Gray wished for the earth to swallow him whole.
He popped the collar of his shirt up to conceal the heat that was radiating from his neck, and downed the rest of his drink in one long swallow.
They were all walking this way, this would either be exactly what he wanted, or it would be disastrous…
~.~
Surely this was serendipity?
Lucy could not believe that out of all the bars in this strip, they had chosen the one that Gray was in. She was pleased that a budding friendship had indeed blossomed between her and Erza, the redhead may seem formidable, but she was actually an utter sweetheart underneath.
When a night out had been suggested, Lucy had to reel in her enthusiasm, not wanting to appear too desperate for the company. They had already indulged in a few drinks whilst they got ready for the evening ahead, a light buzz filled Lucy's ever active brain and it calmed her nerves as she now strode towards the object of her dreams.
It had been a long time since Lucy had suffered from such erotically charged dreams, but of late each night seemed to be filled with flashes of intense blue eyes, wickedly cool lips that trailed over her naked flesh and soft raven hair that would curtain over her parted thighs.
To see him sitting there, white shirt open with the collar popped and a black vest sculpting over his strong chest, she wanted to throw herself at the male, but she leashed that wild desire.
Sinking into a chair that his friend Loke pulled out for her, she smiled kindly at the male who winked in response before sitting himself. As she returned to look at Gray, he wore an almost feral expression, that 'v' between his brow was back again and she remembered how she had wanted to smooth it away with her lips, she still did.
The night passed pleasantly, true that Gray was the least vocal, but she had expected that from him. It was obvious that he had taken in every word spoken, his gaze flickering around the small group as natural chatter gave way to jokes and anecdotes.
Loke was a natural flirt, and it felt good to indulge in her linguistic skills as she bantered back and forth with him, secretly loving the way that Gray would lavish his full attention on her as she spoke. It was obvious that Loke was aware of the attraction between the pair, he was diligently playing the part of antagonist to provoke the stoic Gray into action, and it wasn't until Lucy called it a night that he snapped.
"I'll walk you back to your room, Lucy. We don't want you falling into the wrong hands on the way home, you are far too pretty to be left to wander unattended," Loke cooed, bowing his head in a chivalrous manner.
Lucy giggled as Loke reached for her hand to place a chaste kiss on her knuckles. Her hand was ripped from his grasp before his lips could land, Gray held her fingers tightly as he stood to his full height.
"I'll walk her home asshole." he growled, the table growing silent as the words settled over them. His friend chuckled darkly and threw his hands up in mock defeat.
Lucy was swept out of the bar and into the dark streets before she realised what had transpired. It wasn't for another minute that Lucy noticed that her hand was still within his, and it just felt… right.
The walk back to her dorm room was mostly quiet, she would peek up at him to gauge his mood, and in honesty she wasn't sure how he felt about this situation.
"Penny for your thoughts?" she whispered finally, determined to break the silence.
Gray shrugged, his hand tightening around hers as he opened his mouth to respond; "I have plenty of thoughts, I doubt you would like to hear the current ones."
His voice was laced with tightly controlled desire, and it did things to the blonde. Made her throb with her own desire so much that her breath caught in her throat.
They were outside her door now, and she turned to him, looking up through fluttering lashes as she purred, "maybe I do want to hear them."
A hand slammed against the door by her head, Gray still held her hand with the other as his body invaded her personal space until he could feel the heat from her skin. The searing waves of lust crashing over his own skin, he wanted to tilt her chin up and kiss her until she was utterly breathless.
Lucy drowned in his eyes, the intensely dark blue pulling her under like tidal waves in a torrential storm. She could feel his warmly spiced breath on her face, her lips parted as they inched closer achingly slowly.
It was over too soon.
Gray pressed a soft kiss to her flushed cheek, his lips lingered for a second but he broke the connection and parted their hands before strolling away from her, "goodnight Lucy." he called as he practically ran like the coward he was being.
~.~
He could kick himself, but it was the right thing to do… wasn't it?
Gray devoted all his time and effort into making his little scene the best it could be. Lucy had shown an amazing amount of natural skill with the script, twisting the dialogue to suit their adaptation perfectly and he accepted that even he could not have done a better job.
Erza was turning out to be a bit of a bad actress, she was certainly enthusiastic but lacked the depth that was needed for the role of Stella. The lines being delivered flawlessly, yet they lacked the correct emotion of the emotionally abused and vulnerable pregnant woman from the story.
Jellal was open to direction, taking onboard constructive feedback and he obviously worked on his own performance until Gray was happy with how he portrayed the normally brutish Stanley. The character twisted into a deeply flawed man that is overpowered by his own vivid imagination, dreaming of much bigger successes just around the corner that never materialise.
What could he say about Lucy?
She was perfection in his eyes, yet he knew that his opinion was skewed due to continuing desires that he held for her, his control over his feelings slipping with each meeting that took place. The way she emphasised the twisted controlling nature of Blanche was amazing, the cunning smiles that she would throw to seemingly only Gray as he watched on, sending sinful shivers down his spine. The delicate placement of her hands on Jellal's body as she pushed and pushed until he would snap in the scene, how he wanted those hands on him.
Another rehearsal drew to a close, the small group had naturally formed a friendship that even included the usually reserved Gray. He was loathe to admit how much he enjoyed spending his time with this trio, but it was true that he would continue friendships with them long after this project wrapped.
Erza and Jellal had drifted off to buy lunch for the group leaving Gray and Lucy in the empty room.
"How do you think it's going?" Lucy asked, curling herself on a chair.
Gray stopped before her, looking down as she slipped her arms under her knees and hugged them to her chest.
"I think it's going to be the best scene in the class," he answered honestly, he held little regard for the rest of his classmates and he deeply believed in their combined work and effort.
Lucy smiled, she loved his confidence, she just wished that he would display that confidence towards her and not run away from her as he had done previously.
"Don't you think it will be noted that you aren't really taking part?" she asked curiously. Gray did have a very small role on the stage, but there was only two lines he had to deliver, and in truth it would not affect the scene if he weren't to be a part of it at all.
Gray fought the blush that was quick to rise up his neck. Should he open himself up? Show her another side to him? He gnawed on his lip as he contemplated what to reveal.
"I – uh, I suffer from stage fright," he murmured so quietly that Lucy practically had to lean out of her seat to catch the words.
Gray the wildly confident male suffers from stage fright? Surely that couldn't be right.
"Oh!" was all she could say, and in that moment she could feel Gray's icy exterior cracking open before her eyes.
It wasn't long before the two became intertwined in each other's life. Gray found it easy to open up to the blonde, letting some of his guards down and indulging in the warmth that she freely offered. His face lit up when he would wake to find a morning text from her without fail, he scheduled lunch breaks around her own schedule and would do everything in his power to spend as much of his free time in her presence.
Lucy in turn basked in the light of his confidence, enjoying every little detail that he would feed her. Learning about him piece by piece until she felt like they had known each other for years instead of only a month.
The day of their performance drew ever closer, and much to their own regret nothing further had happened between the pair. Erza and Jellal despaired at the utter agony of being in their continued presence, the weight of their feelings dragging everyone down under the heavy fog of mutual longing.
Heated glances, lingering touches as Gray positioned Lucy's hands upon Jellal for the optimum affect and it was driving them insane.
"Will you just kiss him already?" Erza begged as the girls parted ways from the men, "I am suffocating under the pining and I think Jellal is starting to act funny with me because of it!"
Lucy laughed, it was obvious to everyone but Erza that Jellal was also pining, but not for Lucy, he had his sights set on the redhead.
"No, I refuse to make the first move. I was more than willing to kiss him on that night out, but he ran and I'm a little pissed if I'm honest." Lucy whined.
Gray would be the one to break, she knew it.
~.~
This was a perfect fucking disaster.
Jellal was sick, so sick that he had refused to even open the door as Gray pounded his fist against the heavy wooden frame.
Today was their performance and Gray's petition to have it postponed fell on deaf ears, despite the genuine reason that was presented.
"The show must go on dear boy!"
That fucking eccentric woman was off her trolley. The only solution was for Gray to play Stanley, and the mere thought of that sent him into a state of cold panic, his limbs locking into place, his heart racing wildly.
A cool hand pressed against his cheek breaking him from the tight grip of fear that was writhing around his throat like a noose. He found Lucy looking up at him, a kind smile on her pretty face and his heart skipped a beat.
"It'll be ok Gray, I'll be there the entire time and it'll be over in fifteen minutes. You can do this, I promise," Lucy spoke with a calm assurance he had never heard from her before. The words were heartfelt and soothed the tight ache in his chest, but only a little.
He would do this, he would do this for himself, but most importantly, he would do this for her. He would not disappoint Lucy, he refused to see the pity in her eyes if he ran from this situation as well.
He dips his head, takes one steadying breath and opens his mouth to speak, praying that his voice is strong and proud as it should be.
The words rush out, Gray bites the inside of his cheek until the tang of blood coats his tongue, slowing the lines until they come out at the correct pace. He has never been more grateful for the bright spotlight, the fact that he cannot see the faces of his fellow classmates such a blessing right now.
As the scene unfolds Gray is swept into Lucy's performance, she is truly captivating as the manipulative Blanche. It is easy to find himself in the role of an emotionally volatile Stanley, delusions ruling his every action as he continues to push Stella further and further away.
It's the final moments, Stanley deep in his fantasy of a better life, things changing for the better and Blanche stoking the fires further with her poisonous lies.
How did he end up here?
Gray is flat out on the makeshift bed, Lucy straddled above him wearing a sinister smile as she strokes her blood red nails down his cheek, "kiss me Stanley!" she cries, her mouth descending just as the curtain falls.
It's over.
Cheering and clapping can be heard over the thundering of his heart, but only just. Lucy remains poised above him, soft pants puffing through her lips and her eyes are that soft glazed that he loves so much.
His head lifts, lips almost touching and he can't stop his fingers from sinking into her soft hips.
"Come on, we need to bow!" Erza yells breaking the spell.
Lucy scrambles off him, and he takes a moment to glance down to make sure nothing is showing before he joins Lucy and Erza to bow before exiting the stage.
Gray is full of emotion and the need to act burning his veins until they are only a smoking ruin left behind. He finds Lucy's hand as the trio linger in the wings, tugging on her fingers until she follows behind him, the floating laughter of Erza following them out of the theatre.
~.~
Lucy is once again leaning against her dorm door, Gray with one hand pressed beside her head and the other holding her hand so tightly as if he fears she will make a run for it. His eyes are storming down at her, and the bite of her lower lip almost draws blood as the deeply coiled desire tightens even further.
His lips fall tenderly on her own, the skin soft and cooling despite the searing heat of his body that continues to press into her. One hand blindly fumbles for the handle, twisting it and making them both stumble into the room on a laugh.
She is quick to rejoin their bodies, her fingers rushing to twist into his hair, moaning at the soft bristle between her fingers. Gray stoops to wrap his arms around Lucy, lifting her as he straightens to his towering height, her feet dangling uselessly as she surrenders to his demanding mouth.
His tongue licks tentatively at her lower lip, sweeping inside when Lucy parts her lips to welcome him in. Tender strokes give way to passionate exploration, the heat of the room spurring them towards the bed and the soft sheets that await them.
With her back pressed against the mattress, Gray's weight presses down on her molten core and she can't stop the grind of her hips, the way her ankles lock behind his lower back.
When had their clothes disappear?
Head tipped back in ecstasy, Gray places his mark all over the skin of her neck and collarbone. The sweet pleasure of the stinging pain, the bite of his teeth nipping at her as heat continues to pour into her centre. His tongue journeys between the valley of her breasts before travelling to the peaks, suckling the buds until she yells out his name and pulls on his hair.
Gray can't get enough of her, the taste of her skin on his tongue, the lilting of her voice as she chants his name again and again, almost reverentially. His head finds its way between her parted thighs, nose nuzzling her flesh until he can hold back no more.
His mouth claims her like never before, worshipping her glistening folds as he strokes and heightens her pleasure to new places. A symphony of moans bubbling from the blonde as she continues to rake her nails in his hair, tugging him closer as his tongue drags achingly slowly across her engorged clit.
An explosion lights up in her core, eyes rolling so far back into her head that it hurts. He never stops the kisses that run over her slit, one strong hand keeping her still as she tries desperately to arch her back on the bed.
"Gray," she mewls, floating down from her high and desperate to return the pleasure. Gray crawls up her body, his tongue pushing into her mouth so she can taste herself on his tongue.
How she turned the tables he would never know, but again he found himself flat out on a bed with Lucy straddled above him.
This time his fingers were not as gentle as they pressed into the flair of her hips, the slow grind of her wet core against his painfully rigid cock. Blood red nails scratch over his bare chest, detailing the muscles that ripple under her touch and a sinful smile on her lips.
"Lucy, please." he almost whimpers, lifting his hips to tell her what he wants the most.
Yet she only lowers herself to sit on his thighs, her fingers wrapping around his shaft and the sweetest kitten lick placed on the tip of his cock. The groan is loud and unabashed, Lucy writhes in that verbal cue, the knowledge that she can pull these noises from the reserved male.
He is bigger than she has taken before, pumping the lower half, her mouth opens to wrap her plump lips around his length. Teeth sheathing behind lips, tongue dragging over the velvet skin, learning every ridge, every vein.
Gray is almost at the point of no return, and he clings to the release with every fibre of his being. Hands fisted into the sheets at his side, the rocking of his hips is hard to resist, especially as he feels himself reach her throat, the swallow squeezing the life out of him until he has to cry out.
"No, Lucy. Please, I want to come inside you," his voice is desperate, almost a mewling of his own and Lucy takes pity on him.
One last kiss on his quivering tip, she reaches into a drawer to pull out a condom.
Gray snatches the foil packet from her, twisting them again until he is back between her legs.
He places the foil wrapper between her teeth and quirks a brow, silently asking her to rip it open which she does happily.
She is quick to hold the condom and roll it over his length, her hand slowly edging over his stomach and chest as she lifts them back to wind around his neck.
One clean thrust and Gray slides into her with a grunt of exertion.
"Fu-fuck!" Lucy cries, eyes screwing shut as he stretches her past any fullness she has previously experienced.
Sweeping the hair from her face, Gray tilts her chin and demands, "look at me Lucy, look at me whilst I fuck you."
The words set fire to her soul, eyelids springing open to meet his inferno of a gaze. The flames that dance inside the deep blue colour are intense yet they burn like an icy heat, raising the hairs on her arms and neck.
The pace is steady but forceful, on the third thrust Gray bottoms out and circles his hips in excruciating detail. Lucy's nails embed deeply in his shoulders, spurring him on as their pants fill the otherwise quiet room.
"So tight, oh god!" Gray groans before swallowing Lucy's moans with his greedy mouth, her hips shift and he slips even deeper, his pace increases with each sweet noise that the blonde emits.
It won't take much longer, Lucy is hanging on by a thread, "don't stop – ah fuck, harder!"
One hand presses against her thigh, making her bend until her knee touches her chest and she topples over the edge with a scream. Gray muffles the sound quickly with his lips, lest someone come knocking to check on her.
Lucy is feral beneath him, her entire length writhing and twisting with the release of her orgasm. The push of her juices pressing past his cock and coating her lush thighs as Gray chases his own release.
A final tug on his hair and he joins her pleasure, biting his lip as he tries to shush his own lewd noises. The aftershocks seem never ending, the waves lapping at them as Gray remains deep inside, delighting in the little whimpers she offers when his cock twitches.
The silence is comforting, Gray presses his forehead flush against Lucy and he is immediately drowning in the warmth of her chocolate eyes.
Home.