Rating: M

Arctic Heat

When Lucy unlocked the door to her apartment she heard the soft sounds of a violin playing some haunting song and she had to look around to make sure she had walked into the right room. But sure enough there was her slightly singed sofa and her desk with a pile of manuscripts spread out over it. She hadn't however left any music playing when she had left for the guild that morning. The music seemed to be coming from her room in the back of the place and she slowly headed that way, cautious of whom she might find. As she passed by the entrance to her tiny kitchen/dining room she saw the answer to her question. There sitting on her counter was a giant ice sculpture. She moved closer to determine what said sculpture was of and was amazed to see a perfect bouquet of ice roses.

She knew her front door had been locked but she didn't wonder how the ice mage had gotten in for she knew it was pointless. She could probably put bars on her windows and her guild mates would still find a way to get in. The ice bouquet was starting to melt in the warmth of the apartment, icy rivulets running down long stems. It was going to be quite the mess when it was done but she'd make Gray deal with that. Lucy continued on to her room, once again following the music. When she reached her bedroom all thoughts of the melting bouquet left her mind.

Gray stood leaning back against her open window, a light breeze just barely ruffling his ebony locks. He was dressed in a pair of jet black dress pants that clung to his lean legs in all the right ways. His suit jacket was open revealing the ice blue shirt underneath; the top buttons undone offering a peak of his tanned chest. Lucy stood shocked as she took in his suave appearance. Never in the years since she had joined Fairy Tail had she seen Gray Fullbuster wear anything close to resembling a suit. And yet here he was. In a suit, in her bedroom, offering her a confident smirk.

"Wow" was the only word she could force past her lips.

Her throat was dry and a ball of fire was rapidly growing in the pit of her stomach. The music was still playing in the background but Lucy no longer registered the silken whine of the violin. Her attention was focused completely on the ice mage, her eyes taking in and cataloguing every detail from the way the shirt pulled taut across his chest to the sparse dusting of freckles across his cheeks. She was watching the way his mouth moved, the bottom lip fuller than the top, when she realized he was talking. She pulled herself out of her perusal and forced herself to focus on the words he was saying.

"… the reservation is for six."

"Reservations?"

"For dinner, at the new restaurant."

"Right. Dinner reservations. At six. We should go."

"Luce, are you ok?"

"Fine, why?"

"Well it's only just five, we have plenty of time."

Time was all she wanted and she didn't want to waste another second of it babbling about dinner reservations. She had crossed the room before he had closed his mouth but he was still ready for her. Arms opening to drag her close, his head dipping so that she could reach his lips. His lips were cool but soft against hers, moving together with a practiced ease. His hands slid under the hem of her tank top sending shivers up and down her spine. His touch was always slightly cool, a side effect from his type of magic but it just turned Lucy on all the more. His tongue delved into her mouth, gently massaging her own and drawing a soft moan from her, and then she was moving backwards his lips still on hers. Gray guided them back to her bed, breaking away long enough to shrug off his jacket before following her down. If Lucy had been thinking clearly she would have been surprised that it had lasted that long. Whenever things started to heat up between them his exhibitionist tendencies seemed to kick into overdrive.

His mouth trailed down the slender column of her neck, open mouth kisses making her gasp. Lucy wanted more of his cool heat, she wanted to feel his skin pressing into hers. Her hand moved to his shirt, undoing the buttons carefully but quickly. She pushed it off his shoulders and getting the hint he pulled back to remove it completely. Lucy took advantage of the moment to pull her tank top over her head and quickly lose her bra.

When their skin came into contact it was as if electricity surged between them. An intensity that augmented the frenzy of their motions and had them quickly tearing off the rest of their clothes. Gray pressed down against her, his body fully against hers, pressing down with a comfortable weight. Gray's fingers trailed down her body, barely skimming her flesh and making her shiver with pleasure. Her muscles quivered as they danced deftly over her sooth stomach and out over her hip. He kept skirting lower without touching her where she ached for him. Making her whimper and arch into his touch, wriggling trying to get his hand to go lower.

"Please Gray" she begged, her breath hot across his neck.

The look the ice mage sent her caused her breath to catch in her throat, it stuttered out on a low moan as his fingers dipped in between her thighs. She was wet for him, she always was and she gripped his back as Gray slipped a finger in. He curled them and stroked her to a delicious peak. Her legs were shaking under him, his touch too sweet for her to handle. Gray bent his head down to nuzzle her stomach, grazing her hipbone with his teeth while his hand continued to move. Her fingers were clutched in his dark hair and she pulled him back up to capture his mouth with hers. She gave him a hot and sloppy kiss, too far gone to worry about technique.

"I need you now" she panted against his mouth.

Gray stroked her once, twice more before withdrawing his fingers. She could feel his erection throbbing against her thigh and she positively ached for him. He didn't make her wait long and soon he was pushing into her, stretching her and filling her completely. A deep grunt broke past his lips and right hand slipped in behind her neck drawing her up to meet his lips. They smothered each other's cries as he pumped in and out of her. He shifted his hips to improve his angle and suddenly every thrust was making white heat flash behind her closed eyelids.

Lucy clenched around him, not wanting him to leave put relishing in each powerful thrust. Her hands had slipped from his back and she was now clutching at the sheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white as her back arched up off the bed. Gray took advantage off her arching to pull one hardened nipple into his mouth. Sucking hard and stroking it with his tongue. Lucy managed to unclench one hand from the bed sheets and bring it to rest in Gray's silken locks. She arched further into his contact while her hand forced his head closer. She felt her whole body tighten, coiling up as if ready to explode and the tension became too much. Her orgasm racked her body and a sharp cry tore at her throat. Seconds later she felt him explode within her and her body collapsed against the bed in exhaustion, Gray draped over her.

They lay there, sweat soak limbs intertwined as their lungs fought for more air. Gray's nice clothes were scattered across the floor and they were both in need of a shower but Lucy had never been happier. They ended up being late for their reservations.