I own nothing.
Lucy was taking a bath. The tub was larger than the one in her suite at the Estate. She stretched into the hard chest of the man sitting behind her. "This is nice," she murmured, enjoying the feeling of large hands on her body. "The water smells nice."
"It's the Grass Sea," the voice behind her said. It was Boscan and familiar, but she couldn't place it. She hummed, shifting into the man's grasp a little more.
A loud bang jolted Lucy awake.
"Sorry!" Levy yelled, probably not realizing that Lucy had fallen asleep mid math assignment.
"What did you drop?" Lucy yelled back.
"A pan."
Lucy stretched and glanced at the assignment with a curled lip. Thinking about her dream, she stood up and walked into her bathroom. Somewhere, she had some bath salts Bickslow had gotten her that had the properties of the Grass Sea. Next, she went looking for her vanilla-cinnamon candles.
After hunting around for a while, she muttered, "He didn't…" She grabbed her comm.
"Hey, Luce," Natsu answered.
"You're going to replace my two vanilla candles that I'm assuming you ate in the next twenty minutes or I'm going to dump that Iceburg perfume onto your bed. Understand?" she said in her best Scary Lucy voice.
"Yes," he said, dropping his comm without hanging up and running out.
"Idiot…"
Originally this was gonna be sexy…