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We've lost it

Chapter 2

Thus, Lucy woke up earlier and went to make breakfast for her husband. Like she had used to… when everything was still fine. After getting herself ready to leave, she prepared his favorite meal and left a short note with a heart under a word Enjoy. Smiling, the woman took her keys and went out, rushing to work.

Pity I won't see his face when he wakes up. She thought, sighing.

Lucy got to the workplace and threw her bag on her desk. She was waiting for a message from Sting which would prove he had found his breakfast. So far, he hadn't written to her, but she was positive he would.

And she was right. Half an hour later, her phone beeped and Lucy quickly checked it.

You didn't have to.

It was so short and seemed to be rather devoid of any emotions. Still, she rolled her eyes and typed back: I know. But I wanted to.

"Lucy?" Suddenly, a high-pitched voice pulled her out of her thoughts. The called woman raised her eyes on her coworker, Juvia Lockster. "You okay?"

"Yeah, kind of." She sighed.

"Still problems with the husband?"

"We had a talk last night…" Lucy bit her lip, seeing her friend sitting down on her desk.

"And?"

"And we decided to give ourselves some time before doing anything…"

"But?" Juvia smiled.

"But I don't want to lose him. Simply... get rid of him." The blonde confessed. "I still love him and I want us to be happy again. I have no idea how we came into such a situation in which we're so unhappy and different. Juvia, I want to fight for him."

"Good." She nodded. "Have you started yet?"

"Yeah, somewhat. I made breakfast for him… just to get this." Lucy shook her head and showed her friend the text she had gotten.

"A little dry, but I'd blame it on the surprise." The bluenette said, tapping her cheek. "And hey, you've got another."

"Huh?" She blinked and took her phone to check it out again. Indeed, there was another short message from Sting.

Thank you.

"Jerk." Lucy whispered and grimaced. It was obviously forced.

"At least he thanked you." Joked Juvia. "Okay, see you on the lunch break. Today it's my turn to buy us food, right?"

Lucy blinked, finding it rather convenient that she would be left alone. So, she nodded.

"Yeah. See you."

"So, tell me. What did you decide?"

"Well, I asked him what was that made him fall for me." Lucy blew her bangs back. "And I want to try it all over again."

"Meaning… You're gonna change for him?" Juvia grimaced, ready to give her a piece of her mind should Lucy confirm.

"Not at all. Just undust the old habits of mine, for him to feel loved again."

"Okay, this is quite good, I admit. And rather pacifistic as for you, Lucy. But how do you know Sting's going to actually fall for this trick?"

"There's no warranty at all. I just want to try." She shrugged. "I asked him what made him love me, and just want to see if that's enough to revive the feeling. I wouldn't survive losing him… I almost have. And I've never felt this bad before. So unhappy. And unwanted, unneeded… You know."

"Yeah. But, Lucy. Are you sure he wants that, too?" Lockster eyed her colleague. "I mean, if he falls all over again, will it be what he wants?"

A moment of silence embraced the women. Finally, the blonde took a bite of her lunch and tok her time to swallow.

"I have no answer for that." Lucy confessed at last, looking down. "But I am an egoist. I want to keep him. He's my man. And I don't want him out of my life."

Lucy returned home, tired, but determined to let her plan work. Yet, when she came inside, she found her husband sleeping on the couch. She sighed and, when she took off her coat and shoes, she grabbed a blanket and a pillow form a shelf and covered him, using the occasion to brush his hair with her fingers. She softly raised his head and quickly put a pillow there, somehow not waking him up. Lucy smiled and went to the kitchen to make some tea. Yet, when she entered, she found a pot on the gas and a sticky note, on which it was written: For you — after the whole day at work you must be hungry.

She smiled and felt her heart melt. He was such a sweetheart…

Wait. Did she just…?

Oh, she did.

How much time had it been since she had last thought about Sting as a sweetheart? Definitely too long. Still, now, she was full of positive thoughts and feelings. And, for the first time in forever, she did not want to cry.

Lucy warmed the dinner up and ate it quickly. Then, she returned to the living room and to the sleeping man. The woman sat down beside him and caressed his face; it was so peaceful. After a while, Lucy stood up and went to the bedroom to sit with the laptop and work on her report for the following week.

After a while, Sting woke up, feeling definitely too comfortable for lying on a couch with nothing. Yawning, he raised his hand — only to find a blanket wrapped around himself and a pillow under his cheek. He frowned. What? He squinted his eyes, trying to see the hour; was Lucy already home?

Suddenly, the door to their bedroom opened and the said woman slipped out only in a too big sweater. Sting watched her move soundlessly and sneaking to the kitchen, where she refilled her cup with tea and went back. He inspected his own wife; there was something different about her, something that hadn't been there the day before… but what was that?

The man wasn't sure. Was it her expression? Her eyes? Her way of walking? He had no idea. It obviously wasn't her figure since she had always had an amazing shape. Unexpectedly, he realized he was inspecting her long legs and bum, approving of those. Sting closed his eyes. No.

What was she planning? Something was up, he knew that much. She had prepared him his favorite plate and took care of him when he had fallen asleep. It'd been a while since she had taken care of him like that. Sting sighed. It was rather nice.

"Are you awake?"

The abrupt question made him jump a little and reopen his eyes; in front of him, squatting, was Lucy with quite a soft expression.

"Um, yeah." He mumbled, blinking.

"You okay? You usually don't sleep during the day…" His wife eyed him with attention. "I made you some tea. It's on the table."

Sting gapped at her for a few seconds. "I'm fine, just a little tired. I had a bad night. And thanks, Lucy. I appreciate it."

"No problem." She stood up, sighing. "I'm getting back to work, but I guess I'll finish soon."

"Okay."

His eyes glued themselves to her bra-free chest when she was leaning in, then they passed on her legs and hips again when the woman turned around. Sting had to admit she was hot.

"Join me when you finish." Not able to resist, he called after her, earning a conceited look and a smile.

"Sure."

Lucy closed the door behind herself, hearing him turning on the TV. Did that mean that they would spend an evening together?

She sat down on the bed and took her laptop on the knees, but did not start typing. What made her really sad was the fact that, apparently, she stopped waking any kind of enticement in her husband. Was she really that useless?

Not being able to focus, she closed the computer and sighed. I guess there's no way for me to work now.

Thus, the woman fixed the shirt on herself and left the bedroom, wearing a soft smile.

"You did fast." Sting observed, scrutinizing her.

"Well, couldn't really concentrate." Lucy shrugged. "Hey, make a room for me."

"Lay down beside me." He backed away on the couch and motioned her to lay in front of him. She sent him a funny look and Sting smiled a bit. "What?"

"Nothing."

The woman laid down and made herself comfortable, her back pressing against his chest. She wanted to shape up, but almost fell; if it wasn't for his arm that held her in place, she would be on the floor.

"Phew, that was close." She panted.

"Yeah." Sting decided to make his arm comfortable and moved it, accidently catching her breast with his hand. "Um, sorry."

Lucy rolled her eyes and spat. "Seriously?"

"What?"

"You're my husband. You don't apologize for touching me." She laughed hysterically and bit her lip hard. "So, do I really not excite you at all?"

"What are you saying? Who said that?" Sting said lowly into her ear, making her shiver, but she didn't let him trip her up.

"You — by saying sorry for brushing my boob. And the fact that you simply ignore my outfit. And the fact that—"

"That's enough." The man grunted, his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "The only fact here is that you key me on. And that outfit…" He trailed soft kisses along her neck. "Is more than enough to make me want you."

They hadn't had sex for a long time. Lucy moaned when his hand slipped under her sweater and embraced her breast, teasing the already hard nipple.

"Sting…"

She turned to him, her front pressing against him, her eyes tender. He had a similar expression, his irises much darker than normally. They kissed passionately, hands roaming around each other, breaths short, cloudy minds. She began undressing him, his shirt flying away, trousers following close behind. Her sweater was pulled off and tossed away. Sting grunted and laid her down under himself, tearing off her panties by rising her hips and impatiently removing his boxers.

"You're so wet already, Lu…" He hummed after feeling her and took her, earning a cry.

"Oh, Stingy!"

They went down to business, loud and rough. The mixture of their members was making it hard to recognize whose hand or leg was whose. Smooches and other caresses went out of hand, they were making love as if they were starved.

After finishing, they were laying together, embracing each other and petting the other's skin. Sting was staring at the ceiling, musing. Lucy was catching her breath, scared of that the moment would end or be ruined. His heart on which she had her head was still beating fast, making her hope for the better. Deciding to take a risk, she brought herself up, catching an instant attention of the man. She leaned in and kissed him, to which he responded quite enthusiastically. Breaking the smooch, she smiled shyly.

"Why so timid?" Sting hummed and smiled himself.

"I don't know." Lucy giggled, making him sigh. "Mhm?"

"It's been a while since you giggled like that."

"And it's been a while since you smiled so genuinely." She shook her head. "Did we just need some good sex to make it all better?"

"Come on, Lucy, sex doesn't solve everything." The man turned serious, making her roll her eyes.

"Oh, it was a joke, Sting…"

"Still, I feel better." He finished.

"Um, Sting… I've wanted to tell you…" She gazed at him. "I-I refuse to give up on you."

"It's not a good moment to make a decision like this, not after a good love-making." Eucliffe told her, shaking his head.

"I've actually decided on that yesterday."

He stared at her. "But you asked me for more time…"

"B-because I thought you needed it."

"Lucy…" He sighed. "I don't know if I need it or not."

"What, you're afraid that love is not enough to make us happy?" She bridled.

"A little."

"Okay." She blew her bangs back. "Let's be on probation."

Sting cocked his brow. "Probation."

"Yup. We give each other a chance of making the other enamored again, like, a month? And we see if anything changes."

He thought it over. Finally, he nodded.

"Okay, fine. So be it."

Thoughts?

What do you think will happen?