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So, here's chapter four and I want to say, I love you guys sooo soo much! Your support on this story truly means so much to me!

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Chapter 4

It was like a magnetic attraction formed between the two, pulling them right in. The heated battle for self control took place as both individuals shared an intense look of lust that seemed to capture their hearts. Lucy stared straight at him. Not up at his eyes, but rather, his toned chest that seemed bring warmth to the somewhat chilly bar.

Sting, on the other hand didn't hesitate for a moment to appreciate her body. Her curves. His lingering touch glided down the sides of her body, taking note of how her waist slimmed before her hips flared out. Lucy's body was one of the most sought after figures. Men would dream of delving into it, indulging on her breasts and feeding the lustful passion that seemed to fill an area below the belt.

Sting was no exception.

He was known to get whatever he wanted and in this situation, he wanted to capture those pretty little lips on her pretty little face. Being a dragon slayer, he could hear the hammering of her heart, pounding into her chest at such a fast rate. It was musical. Like a drummer performing a solo in a rock song.

The fact that she had yet to push him off was evidence enough that she wanted him. Had he been too close for her liking, it would have been more than likely she would have stepped away from him and made a sassy comment about how he couldn't control the blood that rushed down to his manhood.

But here she was, simply staring at him, never once stopping is hands from brushing along the sides of her plump tits. Of course, Sting wanted to feel more of those round beauties.

Not just feel but squeeze.

Feast.

Dominate.

Just like the dragon he was.

As his face descended down to hers, he saw her eyes widen. Of course, the look of shock was soon replaced with a gaze of desire. What a wonderful feeding to his already abnormally large ego. His lips, so close to her that they could brush against hers any minute began to move.

Lucy was unfortunately, so lost in her most erotic of daydreams that she missed what he said.

Tilting her head back to avoid any brushing of the lips that could very easily occur, she asked, "What did you just say?"

A chuckle escaped from the undeniably attractive man in front of her.

What a heart-throb!

That perfectly deep chuckle echoed out through the bar as spectators watched the two, taking in the sight. Two rival guilds: Sabertooth and Fairy Tail. Here was Fairy Tail's sweetheart, captured in her predator's arms, waiting to be indulged on. Sabertooth's lady killer, known to make whatever he wanted his; only for a night of course.

So was Lucy the newest victim for the playboy ways of the White Dragon Slayer? Was she doomed to become just another fine work of art in the gallery of women Sting managed to dominate?

The concern that filled the people of Magnolia seemed to create quite a hostile aura around the bar.

"I said, I'm going to kiss you," he repeated his sentence, a smirk forming as he approached her lips.

Lucy had less than a second to register his sentence. She had less than a second to decide just what she wanted. Less than a second to either kiss him back or pull away.

It was now or never. Deciding just what she wanted was absolutely vital for her. Sting, millimeters away from her lips, was waiting for her response. If she said no, he would pull away and leave her alone for the night. But if she as much as gave any clue that she wanted him, that she wanted to taste the lips that so many others wanted, then that would be it. All he was waiting for was a simple nod to kiss her.

Lisanna let out a light-hearted laugh at the sight, staring at her friend. Just a few minutes ago, Lucy was going on about how she would have total domination over Sting in her outrageously sexy Torpedo Outfit and now she was at a loss of words, allowing the alluring Dragon Slayer to feel all along her curves.

The take-over mage looked at the Shadow Dragon Slayer, his intense gaze piercing deep into her blue eyes, reading her soul.

"Rogue?" She attempted to make him speak.

"Yes."

"W-what are you doing in Magnolia?" she stuttered out, nervous at being so near him.

"We just finished a job, and decided to have a drink to celebrate," Rogue effortlessly lied out of his teeth, making it look easy.

"R-right," Lisanna continued to remain as a stuttering mess.

Rogue picked up on it almost instantly. Taking slow subtle steps towards her, he heard her gulp. The last thing Lisanna wanted was to be in the same situation Lucy was. Lisanna didn't want to be some sort of prey.

She didn't want to look like some sort of little mouse, trying to escape the hold of the powerful snake. Taking a deep breath in, she boldly asked, "What are you doing?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to play pool," Rogue let out a baritone chuckle. And what a sexy chuckle it was. It, without a doubt, made her heart vibrate at the very sound.

"O-oh. Maybe after I get something to drink."

She definitely needed to loosen up. Being such a nervous wreck in front of her crush was never going to get her what she wanted. Ordering up a Malibu Blue Breeze, she quickly washed down the fruity drink, feeling her nerves slowly dissolve away.

Taking a second order of the same drink, Lisanna finally found that she was feeling better. More free. Making her way back towards Rogue, she placed a hand on his shoulder, looking up at him with mischief.

"I would rather play with you," she smirked, "alone. With a bed."

Staring at the serious, almost nervous look Rogue had, Lisanna found herself laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh loosen up Roguey poo! I'm just teasing. Let's play," she had a huge grin on her face, one that met up with the slight curve of Rogue's barely noticeable smile.

But before the game could really begin, Lucy's body was forced down onto the table, Sting atop of her, his lips dominating hers.

"Well how rude of them to interrupt our game," Lisanna frowned as the two blondes continued to kiss in a heated mess.

Sting's arms slid around Lucy's waist, lifting her to press her body tightly onto his. His hands slowly glided down to her backside and remained glued there. Like an act of instinct, Lucy's legs wrapped around Sting's torso, pressing his groin onto her center.

"Of course Sting kisses her," Rogue added out loud as Sting lifted Lucy up to push her onto the wooden planked walls of the bar, making a small crashing sound.

"I wonder if the impact hurt." Lisanna mused out loud, causing Rogue to let out his second chuckle of the night.

Rogue laughing twice in the same night: what has the world come to?

"So shall we play?" Rogue asked, holding a pool stick for Lisanna to take.

As Lucy arched her back to deepen the kiss, the sound of a picture being taken was heard. Instantly, Sting detached himself from the heated intensity of the lustful lock of their lips, he turned back.

A photographer.

Taking a picture of them.

Making out.

After a few seconds, both Lucy and Sting registered it. A few seconds too long, because the photographer ran out of the bar, fast.

"Shit!" They both yelled in unison.

"What if the Sorcerer Weekly gets their hands on that picture?" Sting panicked, his thoughts straying towards his psychotic guild master and the guild master's daughter.

Lucy's face paled the moment Sting voiced the question.

"We have to get him!" Lucy called out, running out of the bar in her heels.

"Why did I have to wear heels?" Lucy muttered under her breath, struggling to catch up.

She hardly made it out three feet when she heard the deep voice of Sting call out, saying "You're going the wrong way, Blondie!"

Turning around, her eyes met up with a blinding white light that raced through Magnolia. Doing her best to follow, she turned around, continuing her run.

"Well isn't that lovely," Lisanna's laughter grew louder.

"Well they deserve it for being so incredibly reckless," Rogue responded with a stoic reaction.

"And by the looks of it, the rest of their night will be spent finding some photographer! That's so funny," Lisanna let out another light hearted giggle.

"I think you've had too much to drink," Rogue mused, considering the fact that she was barely able to stand upright.

Clearly, Lisanna was quite a lightweight. Two tiny, fruity drinks had her completely messed up.

"Oh Roguey poo, don't be such a kill joy!" Lisanna pouted at the man.

"I'm not being a kill joy as you say. All I am saying is that perhaps you shouldn't drink so much. You're a lightweight and if you drink anymore, you will be more than likely to regret it in the morning," Rogue pointed out.

Hearing his words, Lisanna smiled widely. Expressing her joy, she beamed, "Awww, is Roguey poo worried about me? How sweet!"

And she was gushing over the fact.

Rogue let out a sigh. All he wanted was to simply get to know the girl but now he was dealing with a drunken mess. This was not how he intended on spending his Saturday night. Although, he couldn't deny the fact that it was much more eventful than most Saturdays.

"How about I walk you home," Rogue suggested.

"But we didn't even play a healthy game of pool!"

"You can barely hold the stick straight. There is no way we'll able to play the game properly," Rogue let out another sigh.

Lisanna gasped, "I can too play!"

She held the stick between her two hands, positioning it on the table. Proud of her accomplishment, she erupted into fits of giggles, "See!"

Then with a push on the stick, she broke apart the group of balls on the table.

"See, see, see!" She clapped her hands out of excitement, still absorbed in her giggles.

"I feel like I'm babysitting a child," Rogue mumbled under his breath.

"Whaaaaat," Lisanna stretched out the word, "Did you say?"

With another sigh, Rogue replied, "I said that you are incredibly gorgeous," he lied, effortlessly.

Rushing towards him, she jumped up and held him in a tight embrace, kissing his cheek, she squealed, "Why thank you, Roguey poo!"

"Please stop calling me Roguey poo," the nickname was getting under Rogue's skin. He hated how incredibly embarrassing it sounded. Not to mention, Sting would never let him live it down if he heard the nick name again.

Worst of all, if Sting ever teased him in front of Minerva, he would have a world of explaining to do. The unfortunate fact was that Minerva tried to keep track of the whereabouts of the top five members of Sabertooth, ensuring that none of them brought shame to 'the prestigious reputation that being a Sabertooth member held.'

Holy shit, Rogue thought to himself in frustration, why do I have to hear Minerva's voice in my head?

"Rogue…Rogue…Rogue!" Lisanna called out, waving her hands in Rogue's face.

"I'm walking you home," and with a swift movement, Lisanna was now in his arms, being carried like a princess.

"Roguey poo! Put me down, I can walk myself!" Lisanna was yelling out, sending light punches into his chest.

Rogue ignored her protests and instead, he asked, "Where do you live?" his facial expression remaining still.

"Straight. Straight. Straight! Then turn right. Right. Right on the third street!" Lisanna ended up laughing again.

"I have a request," Rogue stated, simply. He looked down at her, noticing her silence and appreciating it. "Please, next time we hang out, don't drink. Act like yourself. I don't want you to drink. I'm interested in you, not a drunken mess. And I also don't want you to think that you have to drown yourself in alcohol when you're around me."

Lisanna nodded several times throughout Rogue's request, then in an excited cheer she said, "And that's my house! I live with my two siblings! Yay!"

"Yes…yay," Rogue said sarcastically, his face slightly paling.

"Would you like me to drop you inside, or are you capable of going in on your own," Rogue placed her down on her two feet.

"You should meet Mira-nee and Elfman!" Lisanna smiled. A warm and genuine smile. Her uncontrollable fits of laughter seemed to fade when she said it.

"Alright then…" he sighed, taking her left hand and walking up to the door, and knocking on it.

And I really was contemplating having Rogue meeting the family this chapter, but I ruled against it. Anyways, I really hope you all liked this chapter and enjoyed Lisanna the drunken mess. Though, I think she sounds a tad bit more high than drunk.

So, I have a quick question: How many of you want Elfman to well...beast it up?
And...should Lucy and Sting catch their photographer/paparazzi?

Tell me guys! Hope you liked this chapter!