Guys. Be proud of me. I wrote this right after I posted the chapter yesterday and finished it! Longest chapter yet too! :D

Also...I'm not sure if I'm suppose to warn you guys about this or not...but there is suggestive material in this one...Just saying~

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima does.

Lucy's mind was muddled with alcohol induced thoughts. Who knew a person could lose all self restraint because of a single beverage. Okay….maybe she didn't have a single one. It was roughly a bottle….right? Or was it more? She couldn't remember. All she knew was the cold night air felt so good on her flushed face. Realizing she was being carried off in a direction in which didn't look familiar to her, she questioned. Where was she going? What's with this cloth covering her body? Who the heck was carrying her?! She tried to look up at the face of the person carrying her squirming about in the process.

"Would you quit squirming about? I might drop you," the person said with a sigh. He wasn't good with dealing with drunks since he's normally the one who needs to be taken care of. Why did he even agree to taken care of her? Sting knew he wasn't even in the top ten of people who should have been chosen for the job. Yet that brunette friend of hers searched him out and handed him the duty.

Lucy after the voice registered in her mind she squirmed even more. There was no way Sting was here carrying her to some unknown place. She must be drunk dreaming. That's what she thought until Sting voice rang out through the night again.

"Quit moving!"

"Sting?!" She half yelled but then instantly regretted it seeing as her throat was dry and she ended up wincing. She continued in a much more quieter voice. "Put me down. I dont need your help." It was the real deal. Sting had one arm wrapped tightly around her legs and the other around her back holding her.

"I'm serious I'll drop you if you aren't careful." Sting was a little bit annoyed with her constant struggle. She attempted again for him to release her, kicking her legs and moving her torso around.

"You wouldn't dare," she challenged.

"I warned you." Sting released her and Lucy began falling. Her heart beat spiked. Startled by the sudden release she quickly grabbed onto the closest thing. Her arms instantly wrapped tightly around Sting's neck out of instinct. The jacket on her body almost slipped. Sting laughed at her panic. He knew this probably wasn't the correct way to treat a drunk person, but she dared him. He wrapped his arms around her legs again and back to support her again. She kept her arms around his neck until she made sure he wasn't going to drop her again. Sting couldn't help but chuckle.

"Luigi, you are one strange one." Now it was Lucy's turn to laugh. He still thought that was her name? Oh how glorious.

"I'm glad to see you are smiling again." Whoa there Sting. Where did that sentence come from? She however just continued to laugh thinking that it was hilarious that he still hadn't figured it out. Surely there were people at the banquet who called her Lucy. And yet he happen to not catch on? "What are you even laughing at? Something funny?" With all her excessive laughter he could only assume it was the alcohol affecting her reactions. What she said next though surprised him.

"You s-still think my name is Luigi. Hahaha," Lucy spilled with laughter in between her words.

'Wait…..what?' Sting was thrown into a loop. Did she lie to him that time in the market? He recalled the meeting and almost slapped himself in the face. That's why she gave up so easily into his proddings and looked so smug about it. She outsmarted him. Oh, how that didn't sit well with him. Now it's time for the truth.

"Oh? Do I?" He prompt with the blandest fake curiosity. He was going to get her to spill the beans.

"Yeah! You believe it for so long! Even when there were probably a bunch of people at the Banquet who called my name for me attention and yet-yet!" She spurred into another fit of giggles. "You didn't notice!" She was getting way too giddy about this. "'Lucy watch this!' or 'Lucy, looking nice!'" She started explaining all the interactions she had with her friends that night with extravagant arm motions as if acting out all the scenes again. "My nakama is the greatest," she sighed and closed her eyes with a small smile on her face.

Sting was content. Not only did he finally get her name, her 'real' one, but she finally stopped moving around so much and looked peaceful. Much better than the melancholy one he had seen last. He looked down at the girl in his arms. The way she went on and on about her nakama and how she loved them made him respect her more. He respected anyone who would always look out for their guild members. He continued the long trek towards her place considering the brunette friend of hers told him the correct directions. The walk so far had been a 30 minute one. Honestly that friend of her was a little quirky. The first address she had given him was that of a love hotel. How did he know? Let's just say he and Rogue had to stay there once since all the other hotels were booked. He shivered at the memory. He isn't going to indulge in that memory anytime soon and swiftly pushed it into the farthest part of his mind.

Sting's shiver disturbed the resting Lucy in his arms and she furrowed her eyebrows. She felt too cozy, she felt like she was being suffocated in a heat haze. Her flushed skin longed for the cold air. She realized what was blocking it. A suit jacket was covering her frame. She easily pushed it off her body not really caring that she pushed it on the ground. Sting however did.

"Hey don't throw other people's belongings on the ground!" he reprimanded her drunk self. Then again, it seemed like something she would do if she was annoyed with him sober as well. He maneuvered her body to be in his one hand grasp as he picked up his jacket. He settled it on her body again. She goaned in protest. Her red flushed skin wanted the refreshing air to ghost over her body. She shoved it off her body again only for Sting to quickly catch it and wrap it around her body. An annoyed vein popped on her forehead. She would get her way one way or another she decided. Waiting a few minutes in order for Sting to not suspect anything of her plan was agonizing. Her skin pleaded to be free from the restricting articles of cloth. She spotted a key necessity for her plan coming up on her right.

When she was close enough she swiftly set into work. As quick as lightning she grabbed the jacket off of her body and threw it into the nearby river. She then basked in the cold feeling now surrounding her. Sting was shocked. She had the guts to do that to his expensive suit jacket. He stopped walking as soon as she did it. He watched as his jacket floated in the river going with the current away from them. His face contorted into a into a dark expression. He tried his best not to just throw the girl in the river as well. That would teach her. She would be able to retrieve his jacket as well. It's her fault after all it's in the river.

'She had good aim…' Sting thought. He tried to shake that train of thought off its tracks seeing as it praised her instead of disciplining her. He just losted his favorite suit jacket. he reminded himself. An air of vexation wrapped him. He looked down at the source only to see her pleased smile and flushed face. She was so lucky she was drunk right now or else she would have gotten it. He let go of his anger as best as he could at the moment and decided she would pay for it later. He came around some houses and knew he was close. He crossed the stone bridge over the river and looked for the street signs. It read Strawberry Street.

'How ironic,' Sting thought back to her obvious liking towards the red fruit . 'Looks like we are here.' The light dragon slayer set Lucy down on the steps and tried to open the door, only for it to be locked. Frustrated he looked under the mat in hopes of finding a key. No luck. He looked above the door jam. Again no luck. He then felt stupid seeing as the person he was with probably had the key. He nudged Lucy to wake her up from her sleep that she had fallen into.

"Lucy. Wake up. I need the key for your appointment. Where is it?" he asked. Lucy was out of it when he woke her up. Honestly can't she just get some sleep. She begrudgingly lifted her dress up to her mid thigh. Sting was a little shocked but didn't have the decency to look away. Around her thigh was a little version of the key holder for her celestial gate keys. Hooked on a separate keyring was her apartment key. She grabbed the key and shoved it into Sting's hands before shutting her eyes again. Sting was stunned a little seeing as she didn't bother to cover up her leg again but shook it off and hurriedly opened the door.

He picked her up again and went up to her room. Lucy started to struggle again. Because of this he immediately dropped her down onto her bed. He placed the key on the table in the middle of the room. He turned back around only for Lucy to be undressing herself from her ballgown. She was mumbling about how hot it was and how she wanted to cool down. Sting couldn't believe she was this bad of a drunk. He restrained her from taking off her dress fully with the blankets. He found his way in the kitchen and got a glass of water for the drunken girl. He also searched for some aspirin. Water and aspirin would help the major hangover she was going to have in the morning. When he returned to the room Lucy had proceeded in escaping the blankets and had taken off her dress. She was now clad in her bra and undies while she laid on top of the blankets. Sighing he set the glass of water on the table along with the aspirin.

"It's so hot~" Lucy whined while arching on her bed. The solid moonlight streams made the sweat glisten off her body. Sting knew she wasn't trying to start anything….but damn. She was a minx when she was drunk. He let his eyes ghost over her body. Golden hair sprawled out around her head. The curve of her chest. The toned flat stomach that was lifted dainty in the air as she arched more. His eyes would have continued his trail if it weren't for the reactions he was having. He glanced away. She needed to cover up somehow and seeing as she was absolutely refusing to use the blankets Sting was left to think up of something else. He didn't see any closets or clothing just laying around. And he can't leave her to go in search of some since she would probably try and take off the remaining clothing she had on.

Don't think of it. Don't think of it!

Sting's mind really hated him right now. Then again it was hard to not think of these thoughts with the enticing little girl in front of him. But no way was he going to do anything with a drunken partner. No. He wants his partner to be fully sober so she could get drunk on his loving.

'Ugh! Stop thinking about it!' He yelled in his mind. When his mind was mostly clear of the dirty thoughts an idea came to mind. He started to unbutton his white dress shirt. He noticed Lucy watching in a daze. He smirked and walked closer to her. She sat up to meet his gaze more evenly. He leaned down to the point where he was face to face with her. Her mouth was slightly agape. The stench of alcohol was very potent in her breath. Her eyes glazed over with no recognition of who he was in them. Sting grabbed her arm and pulled it through one of the arm holes. Lucy remained very docile and let him put her other arm through the sleeve. Sting straightened the collar all while maintain eye contact with Lucy. He then moved his eyes downward to started buttoning the shirt. She moved closer to Sting as he had started.

When he was halfway done with the buttons he realized Lucy was mere centimeters from his face. He stopped and looked back up at Lucy. The moon illuminated half of her face. She licked her lips. Sting didn't move an inch as she closed the gap between the two. Her lips moved slowly on Sting's own. When she prompted his mouth open with her tongue was when he started to react. He took over the kiss as he gently pushed her down on the bed. She hungrily offered up a good fight with her tongue until she gave in and willing let him take over. Sting thoroughly searched every crevice of her mouth with his tongue. Her hands snaked up and down his abs. The electricity between the two spiked. When the need for oxygen became unbearingly strong the two broke apart. Not before she slightly nibbled on his lips though. Lucy eyes were closed and she sighed in content. Sting could taste the alcohol in his mouth from her.

He was about to pull away not wanting to go any further than that until she wrapped her arms around his back and bought him crashing down onto her. She cuddled into him. He was shocked that such strength could come from such a little body. Lucy had her arms around his back holding Sting to her body and one leg entangled in his. He was trapped. And he really was in the mood. And yet he was trapped against a practically naked body in a bed and he can't do anything. He tried to scramble his way out of her grasp only to end up on his back with her body sprawled across his torso. He ran his free hand through his hair. Lucy was a strong, clingy drunk he decided. He tried one more time to escape from her hold but only received a grumbled and a slight movement of her hand down his stomach which was now resting on his abs.

"Stay still."

"As if I had a choice." He mumbled back. Lucy went to sleep like that. Her rhythmic breathing being how Sting could tell. He just stared up at the ceiling. He doesn't think sleep will take him anytime soon with her body pressed against his. All he could think about was what would happen in the morning when she woke up. No doubt will she freak out and be very….very angry with him.

….Kinda how he was angry about his suit jacket ….oh man, oh revenge was so sweet. With that thought he couldn't wait from morning to come and started imagining it in his mind. Right then he started planning teasing and wordings. He eventually went to sleep.

Lucy groaned. She buried her face to hid from the sun rays entering in the room. She was absolutely positive she had the world's biggest headache right now. The pounding kept pulsating. Her thoughts were all jumbled and she just wanted to go back to sleep. She flip over on her other side and huddle into a slight fetal position. She felt so hazed over and sticky. Very Sticky. She must have sweated a lot in her sleep or something. She felt movement on the bed….yet she wasn't moving. At first she ignored the movement of sheets thinking it was all in the head. But when someone poked her in her cheek, she realized she wasn't alone. Her eyes popped open in annoyance at being disturbed. So help them if it was one of her guild mates. The sight she was meet with though was far worse than she could have ever imagined. Sting was laying on his side supporting his head up with his arm. His other arm was stilled in the air his hand was in the offending poking position. His stomach was on full display as the sheets bundled around his waist. When he noticed she was finally awake and was gawking at his bare chest most likely horrified thinking he wasn't wearing anything below as well, he smirked.

"Like what you see?" Lucy sat up quickly which in turned made the sheet slid slightly lower on his stomach revealing the sharp V of his hip bones. Lucy squeaked and covered her eyes. Sting let out a full blown cackle at her innocent reaction that contrasted greatly with her actions last night. Where she learned to kiss like that he had no idea. Sting grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her face though she struggled a little. When he coaxed her to open her eyes they immediately went to his groin checking to see if what she assumed was true. When she saw the top part of his pants, she let out a relieved breath.

Then remembered that there was an uninvited guest sleeping in her bed, a conceited one at that to. Lucy torn her arms away from his hold and did what any normal person would do. She yelled.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING HERE?!" Lucy regretted her decision as her headache started to pound again. She goaned right after and cradled her head in her hands.

"Shhh, dont yell so much. You'll wake the neighbors, and I'm sure you wouldn't want them coming in on this compromising scene." He quirked his eyebrow. Lucy however glared furiously at Sting and kicked him off her bed. He landed on the floor with a loud thud.

"What the heck are you doing,Lucy?!" he yelled as he picked himself up off the floor. He was annoyed now.

"I should be asking you that! And how do you know my real name?!" Lucy retorted in disbelief as she stood up from the bed starting to walk towards him. When she was out of bed she realized her current state of undress and blushed. "And what the heck am I wearing?! You Pervert!" She screamed despite her headache and grabbed the sheet off the bed to cover up with. Sting was pissed. Sting was by no means a pervert….or least not in this situation. She was the one who started the whole makeout session anyways!

Oops….did he say that out loud? The look of pure horror was evident on her face confirmed his thought.

"I started t-the...WHAT?!" She touched her lips as she imagined them making out. It sent shivers down her spine. No going back now was there? He played it up in aggravation.

"Who knew your tongue could do so many tricks? The way you tried to dominate was oddly refreshing and your wandering hands going up and down my-" Lucy slapped him before he could finish his sentence which actually worked against her seeing as now she was left with a worse impression not knowing he was going to say stomach.

Sting was stunned as he felt the throbbing hand print on his face. He looked at her only to briefly regret his words. She was biting her lip in an attempt of holding in a sob and her eyes were tearing up.

'Tch. She's acting like a virgin.' Sting thought. Seeing her crying face wasn't what he wanted to come out of this morning at all. But sometimes he just can't help it and say insensitive things. She left the room and went into the kitchen, the bed sheet trailing behind her dragging on the floor. Before she completely exited the room though she whispered under her breath,

"Don't dare be here when I get back." Her quiet demand was easily picked up by Sting's dragon hearing. Along with her little sob at the end she was probably trying to hide. The light dragon slayer stood quietly trying to digest exactly what happened. The pain on his face made him aggravated. She hit him all over a little joke? The more he thought about it the more infuriated he got. He ought to march right in the kitchen and demand an apology. Instead he fought that urge and exited the house, not before slamming the door to her apartment. He knew it was childish, but he was childish when he was upset.

His walk to a hotel consisted of a lot of kicking at things and a lot of cursing in his mind.

What was she so upset about? It wasn't like we actually did anything? Well….besides kissing….and what was with her crying? She really was acting like a virgin!

It wasn't until then that the thought hit him that she might actually be. A tinge of guilt twisted in his stomach. He tried to squash it. They didn't even do anything that was bad he kept telling himself.

But did she know that?

He recalled what he said to her in his teasing and how she stopped him before he could say a very important key word in that sentence. He face palmed. The guilt in his stomach grew even more. He should have never taken her home. He should have just refused her brunette friend and had her go find someone else. Someone like…..Natsu. The thought of Natsu spending the night at her place though made him even more irked. Why should he care about that firebrat and Lucy? Why did he care? UGHHH! He was so aggravated at everything. At himself. At her. Even at Natsu. He needed to go and get a drink.

It wasn't until he saw a group of girls all flustered and hearted eyed that he noticed his clothing….or lack of shirt wise. Lucy was still wearing it in her apartment. She probably hasn't even noticed. Not only did he lose his suit jacket but now his nice dress shirt? No doubt when she noticed she will probably burn it. She might even have Natsu burn it for her. He just ignored the pang in his chest and the girls now fainting while continuing his walk to a hotel. There he was going to take a shower. A long shower. Drink a little to get his mind off things and then call up Rogue on a lacrima crystal. Together they will go back to Saber Tooth and hopefully he will sort out his feelings there. And by then Lucy shouldn't be upset anymore and he can explain. Or at least he should. Who knew if she would even listen to him.

Sting really had to learn how to control his impulse sayings…...

I honestly didnt mean for it to go this way...it just kinda happened...xD