A/N: Alrighty, I have the basic plot down in my head, so there will be a point to this story besides Rolu. Also I know I haven't stated this before but this takes place in canonverse up until after war with Tartaros. Then I'm branching off into the Myverse or au territory. I'll keep some stuff, nix some stuff, and generally just have fun with it. So where we are timewise as far as the story goes is about a month after the Grand Magic Games, and big plot divergence here, Natsu did not come back. Not that he might not eventually come back (did I say that right?) If there can't be a Nalu then you know they will be BFF reguardless. Maybe. Not there yet lol. Big shout out to the reviewers, thanks guys you rock too! Except that one weird guy. You know who you are.

Here's chapter 3 Party People! I own nothing, props to Hiro Mashima as always! Make a Lucy of Fairy Tail Otome Dating game damnit! I'd SO buy that.

Chapter 3: My last decent shirt.

Rogue was having an interesting morning. He had woken up rather abruptly today, and it had just been one surprise after another. From the initial flutter of his long dark lashes he'd gotten to experience various things today. The first had been feeling the heat of his cheeks and realizing that he was blushing, next he felt for his pulse and sure enough it was out of control. And last, but certainly not least, without even removing the blanket he could tell he had a mammoth of an erection (as could be seen from the massive tent).

So now, here he was taking a cold shower when he'd like nothing more than to enjoy the bath once more. Surprise, surprise.

He leaned forward, his hands against the wall, and let the cool water run down his neck and back.

The dream had been intense.

He remembered being a swirl of darkness traveling the land. Losing himself in the shadows, and simply feeling whole. He often dreamed such dreams, he was after all, a Shadow Dragon Slayer.

The addition of Lucy Heartfilia of Fairy Tail had come as somewhat of a shock though. As with most dreams he wasn't really in control, and bits and pieces were quite foggy.

But he remembered her.

The sight of her dark eyes pooling with unnamable emotions. The touch of her hand as she clawed down his back. The taste of her skin as he licked and suckled her. The sound of her moans between kisses. And the smell of her arousal as he grinded against her. Lucy had kept up with his every move, his every whim. If he gave her but a taste of passion, she had returned it ten-fold. It had soon escalated to where he couldn't stop himself anymore, his body was moving of its own volition. But then, it had seemed like the world stopped. She had said something then. Something important. But no matter how hard he tried, he just could not remember the words.

Whatever she had said had made him quite happy though. He remembered that much atleast. He could still recall the primal glory that had enveloped his body (much like her own soft glow).

Then, just as he was about to claim her, body and soul, she had simply winked away. Almost as if she had never been there. While his body was still shaking with need for release, his mind went into shock at the loss of his love. He had then blindly reached for the covers that had once enveloped her small form. Finding nothing, he then turned to his surroundings.

Nothing. Only darkness, and the stars.

With desperation clear in his gaze, and tears smarting his eyes, he bellowed his sadness and fury to the sky. For without her he knew he could never be whole again.

Which brings us back to the present. With Rogue's hand pumping his cock.

"Shit! When did I...-," Rogue stared accusingly at his right hand. Abruptly, he forced his eyes shut and his hands away from his body. Then he chuckled to himself, That's what happens when you dream about sexy blondes.

Rogue was no stranger to sex. Hell, up until last year he was a part of the Twin Dragon Slayers, and one of the most powerful active mages in Fiore. Women would literally beg him for it. Not really his style though, Sting on the other hand tended to bang anything with legs. Sting had really calmed down the last year, Rogue reflected.

There had been times though, however, in the past that Rogue did indeed indulge in his appetites. It usually took place after winning a fierce battle, when his skin was still slick with sweat and he could feel the dirt under his nails. At times he was struck with as certain post-battle high, a bloodlust, that needed slaked. Sting felt it too, he could tell. Whether it was a Dragon Slayer thing, or just a warrior thing he didn't know. And didn't really care.

Yes, up until a little over a year ago he was your average cocky Dragon Slayer, Sting even more so. Then the dragons came. And everything changed.

Rogue paused in getting out of the shower while reaching for his towel. So very much has happened. Shaking loose his thoughts along with his wet hair, Rogue grabbed the towel and finished drying off. After tieing his hair back once again, he went to grab his clothes. A thought came to mind.

Shit, that was my last shirt. He thought back to the battle with the Dark Mage. He had been a tough target to be sure. Sting had begged him to take the job, had said with his "Shadow speed thingy" (Sting's words) the job should prove no problem.

And it hadn't, more annoying than anything really. He'd had to play cat and mouse all over Fiore tracking down the target for the client. But then yesterday he had finally caught up to him at last. And while his Take-Over powers were quite formidable, they were easy to overcome. Rogue had faced much worse after all.

But then the Dark Mage's pet wyvern showed up. And while his attention was on the new threat, the Dark Mage he had just defeated (or thought he had defeated), picked himself off the ground to shout Take Over Magic! Wyvern Form: Fido!

He had laughed aloud at the ridiculous name. Much as he was laughing now recalling it. He soon found out though, that two pissed off wyverns were much harder to deal with than his initial prey.

But rehashing all that wouldn't bring his last decent undershirt for his komono back now would it?

So with a heavy sigh he donned his pants and kimono. Where he usually would leave one sleeve off to make it easier to grab his sword, he wore both sleeves today with simply no undershirt. He could just pick one up here in town, there were enough shops in town after all.

In gathering the rest of his things he reflected once again on his dream, and it's curious inhabitant.

Lucy Heartfilia of all people, not that she wasn't gorgeous, she could have her pick of men. But he barely knew her. He knew she was a formidable mage, was friends with Yukino, and that she was partners with Natsu.

And that was pretty much it. So that he would have that kind of dream about her was pretty unusual.

He wondered what she was up to now, he knew of Fairy Tail's disbandment after the war with Tartaros. He couldn't blame them. He and Sting have tried to cope with the pain all over again too.

Father...

He rubbed the center of his chest where the last vestige of his fathers power still lay. A parting gift from their parents to each of their children for When their time came. is what they had said. For Rogue's part he hoped that time would never come for him. He liked knowing that however small, a part of his father was always with him.

He gave the room a quick once over before closing the door to the warm room, and made his way to the desk.

"Good Morning." Rogue greeted the cheery older woman at the counter. "Alista was it?"

The innkeepers wife beamed back at him, "That's me indeed young man! I see you found your clothes ok, and how was the dinner last night?"

Rogue returned the womans smile with his own and relied, "Yes, just outside the door was just fine. And the food was delicious, my compliments to the chef." At that the older woman blushed.

"Checking out already young man? You sure you don't need more rest?"

Rogue shook his head, "I recover quite fast with a warm bath and a hot meal, I thank you for your concern." he continued on to say, "I apologise again for my appearance last night, but that leads me to my question, I am in need of a new shirt. Nothing fancy, just an undershirt, would you perhaps make a recommendation? I am not overtly familiar with the shops here."

"That I can young man! There's a shop two streets down and 1 street over from here on Front Street. It's called Chezza's Palace. It has a bit of everything, including your undershirts, for very respectable prices!" She replied back cheerily.

"Now you just come on back anytime young man, I always was a sucker for a Slayer." She finished with a wink and a laugh.

"I will remember, thank you again." Then after she quickly scrawled a small map route to the shop, Rogue departed the inn and started his journey to the shop.

A/N: And there's chapter 3! I apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I wrote this on the tablet so spell check is kinda... yeah. Up next we finally will get our Rolu on! I don't know about you all but I'm kinda pumped! woot!