A shudder ran through my body and all of my muscles seemed to contract. Wendy's fingers were drawing light circles around something on my neck. I felt Sting's body react the same way as mine did to Wendy's words. After a moment's delay it hit me Sting had given me a hickey. The bastard had given me a hickey. I was going to skin him alive next time I got him alone, or maybe I would let the others watch. Either way he was going to pay. Turning back to the task at hand I sat up straight in the bed pushing Sting off of me and pulling Wendy closer.

"Uh it's probably just a mark from my fight in the arena or something, don't worry about it." A shaky laugh left me as I watched Wendy contemplate the possibility of my words. A slight nod from her and a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding escaped. Then my heart attack began.

"Lucy do you want me to heal it. It kinda looks like a pretty bad bruise, all purply and stuff." Jumping up from the bed I quickly made a move to the bathroom. Looking behind me I saw that in my haste I had knocked Sting from the bed completely and left little pure Wendy looking extremely confused. Letting a little laugh out from the scene I turned back around and entered the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I found that Wendy was right. The mark on my neck was a deep purple and if you looked closely you could almost see marks from his teeth. Lightly pressing on the mark I felt a shudder run through me. He has really marked me. Well just wait till I get my hands on him I will make it to where he can't take his shirt off without everybody knowing that he is mine. In the mirror my eyes widened as I realized what I was just thinking. What was wrong with me I couldn't do that. Well maybe I could it's not like Sting won't be expecting it he of all people knows how possessive a dragon can be. Sighing I reached for my makeup and began the process of covering up his mark. I may be able to explain this away to Wendy ,but god forbid anybody else had seen it the guild would have been in an uproar.

After I was pleased with the disappearing act I had just performed with the hickey I exited the bathroom to find all 3 slayers and their exceeds passed out on my bed. Looking at the clock I saw that it was already midnight, 'wow where did the time go.' Looking back at the adorable mess of limbs I crawled in and was immediately engulfed in an embrace of multiple limbs. Smiling I snuggled as best as I could with everybody and fell asleep thinking how much I loved everybody here.

Laxus

Wendy had left but we were all still sitting in that room in silence. Lucy, little bright Lucy was a dragon slayer. No scratch that she was the big bad bitch of dragon slayers. Looking at the others I saw that they were having equal trouble wrapping their heads around the concept. Deciding I had,had enough of the ban stares I cleared my throat and instantly everybody's attention turned to me.

"So, that explains why we all felt such strong feelings for Blondie. Let me be the first to say that I feel like extra shit for the way she was treated by Fairy Tail." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gajeel and Gramps nod their heads solemnly. They joined me in standing to our feet and heading towards the door but we were one head short. Natsu was still sitting in his chair staring at the spot Wendy had left hours ago. The poor boy looked so lost like his whole world had just been ripped away from him. In a way it probably had. He had been in love with Lucy for so long then that crap with Lisanna happened and she walked out of his life. Then years later she shows up again with the girl that he saw as his little sister. But, now they are both strangers to him. Neither showing warmth, compassion, or any trace of who they used to be. Well tough fucking luck he would just have to deal with it like the rest of them. Gajeel and I also lost two sisters and we were not moping around like pussies. NO. We were getting ready to move heaven and earth in order to be in their lives again. Even if that meant learning who they were all over again. Even if we had to jump through hoops in order for them to realize that we loved them we would be the loyal dragons we are supposed to be.

Lucy's POV

That morning I woke up to hushed whispers. Both voices were low, gravely, and sounded angry in different ways. Not wanting to deal with drama this early in the morning, especially without coffee, I announced my presence to the land of the living by stretching out my entire body. Pleased that the boys instantly stopped arguing I rolled to the closest body and snuggled hoping to catch some extra sleep. These hopes were instantly dashed when Rogue let out a warning growl. Grumbling I sat up and tried my best to make sure to not wake Wendy.

"What the hell is the problem with you two."

Instead of answering me like a normal person Sting and Rogue just let out more growls that seemed to be growing in volume. Having enough have the testosterone shit this early in the morning I grabbed a handful of each of their hair and smashed their thick skulls together. The twin grunts of pain emanating from the duo gave me great satisfaction. Both clutched at their heads and forgot about whatever petty argument they were previously having. Leaving the two idiots behind me I marched off to the bathroom. They could sort out their own shit I was going to take a nice bath

After a half hour of heavenly steam I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel of pure heaven with its fluff. Setting myself up at the counter I started my daily routine. Behind me the door opened and closed.

"Hey Wendy do you mind...what the mmmm"

A pair of strong hands pulled me into an embrace and a pair of lips found mine and silenced any protests. Pulling away I smiled up Sting and pushed him back with my butt. The idiot had changed out of his clothes and had opted to only wearing his boxers.

"Moron there are things called boundaries maybe you have heard of them." A smirk crossed over his face and his hands gripped my hips a little tighter. "Nope never heard of that. Maybe you could explain it to me."

Shaking my head at this idiot I turned around and went back to my routine. "So it's this thing where people have keep a.." as I started talking his hands slid up from my waist and over my stomach. Even through my towel I could feel his calloused hands and the blissful fire they were creating. After what seemed like ages they found my breasts and started a slow massage never once touching my nipples.

"Hey Luce I still don't know what it is." Taking a deep breath I tried to gather my thoughts as his hands snaked over my towel ,pushing it to the ground, and taking my nippes between his fingers. Despite this I was able to form a few sentences. "um the keeping of a certain space between people. Separation based upon oh ooooohhh Sting."

His hands continued their sensual massage but, as if he sensed the ache I had coming from my burning core, I felt his member slowly brush against my lips. After a moment the member between my legs turned into a torture. Sting was continuing his ministrations at an agonizing pace that had me panting and ready for more. He was an evil monster who knew just what the hell he was doing when he started kissing his way up and down my shoulder on top of everything.

Not being able to endure this anymore I turned in his arms and captured his lips. Not caring that I lost in the battle of dominance I was doing everything in my power to press our bodies closer together. A growl rumbled through me at the need for this man.

"Sting in my now!"

Not waiting a second Sting lifted me in the air and I wrapped my legs around him. In one swift motion he slammed me against the bathroom mirror and entered me. A shudder ran through my body as he filled and a pain sliced through me. Curling into him I stuck my head in his shoulder and held on waiting for the pain to go away. He was whispering words of comfort to me but my mind was a world away all I could think was 'mine'.

"Sting I'm fine. You can move know."

His pace started out slow and quickly turned unrelenting. I couldn't control the noises coming out of me if I had tried it just felt too good. I continued to scream my pleasure when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. Sting continued to pound into me as I made eye contact with Rouge. Just as I felt my walls tightening around his pulsing member I heard Sting each word punctuated with a thrust into my pulsating core.

"She. Is. Mine. Rouge."