13: Ahh! Sexual Harassment?!

(Sting's POV)

I stared at Lucy in complete shock. What she just said…it couldn't be true right? I mean, it's exactly how I feel towards her so…no…she's mocking me, isn't she?

"Just stop," I finally said. She frowned at my response.

Why?

Did she think that I would actually take her seriously? Why would she fall for me? I'm a jerk, and she's insulted me enough for me to know that she doesn't like me, especially like that.

"Just stop it already," I said. "It's not funny. Look, I get it. This is like…payback, right? Payback for all those times that I was a jerk to you, so just fucking stop it already."

I sounded absolutely pathetic.

Lucy's eyes widened and then her expression went from confused to seemingly pissed off?

Oh really?

Why was she the one pissed off?

I watched as she stormed over towards the forest and grabbed what looked like a small rock. What? Why was she getting a roc—oh.

"Ow!" I exclaimed after the rock slammed into my leg like a battering ram. "What the hell was the for?!"

Lucy glared at me, and picked up another rock. I took a step back. Ah fuck no.

"You stupid idiot," she snarled before throwing another rock. I dodged this time, and sidestepped to the left. She didn't stop though…she just kept picking up pebbles and throwing them at me. I was starting to get worried on when she'd decide to throw larger rocks.

"Lucy, what the hell are you doing?!" I asked again after the seventh rock.

"Throwing rocks at you!" she exclaimed as she threw another one, proving her point further.

"Yeah but why?!" I asked as I dodged another one of the bullets.

"You Sting! It's because of YOU!"

She stopped then, calming down and I watched as the rocks fell from her hands. She didn't move.

She just stood there, staring at the ground. Her blonde hair was everywhere, making it virtually impossible to see her face.

It was strange…she just looked…defeated.

"Lucy?" I asked, taking a slow step forward. Her head came up and she stared at me. I could see faint traces of tears in her eyes and I just had to wonder what the hell was going on.

"I already told you Sting. It's because of you…it's all because of you," she whispered.

What was she talking about? Agh. I don't understand women. At. All.

"Huh?" I mumbled without meaning to because I knew it would just make her even more pissed off. I was right. It did.

"Why oh why did it have to be you?! Seriously! Out of every single guy in existence you're the one…you're the one who…" she trailed off.

"I'm the one who what?" I asked, taking another step forward. We were about three feet away now and just that alone was enough to drive me insane.

Lucy didn't respond. Instead she avoided all eye contact with me as she studied everything surrounding us.

Well this was an interesting development.

I wonder what'll happen next…

(Lucy's POV)

I completely hate him.

I hate his guts.

How could he still not get it? How could he not…understand?

I literally just told him how I felt about him and all I got in return was a rebuff where he thinks that I was playing some sick joke on him?

What in the actual hell is wrong with him?

"You…" I started to say, walking a bit forward leaving about two feet between us, "are

incredibly stupid."

He inched closer. Geez. Why was I so hyperaware of his close proximity? Oh god those lips…stop thinking about his lips!

"Oh yeah? Why?" he snarled, leaning in even closer. Nope. If he leans any more that I won't even be able to breathe…I took a step back. Instead I decided on a different route.

"Sting? What are you like when you're drunk?" I asked so suddenly that I knew he wouldn't have time to lie to me. I was right.

"Umm…usually I get pretty mopey and I ignore everybody…or I challenge people to fights and—wait. Why are you asking this?" he asked, eyes growing wide.

"Oh," was all I said.

So…if that's how he acts…then what was up with the kissing, smiling, and nosy Sting from the other day? He ignores everybody when he's drunk? Well…he wasn't doing that to me so what….?

"I am so tired of this," I mumbled, looking straight into his eyes. He didn't falter.

"Yeah. Me too," he grumbled. I raised an eyebrow.

Hell…he didn't get it when I wasn't even being blunt about it…would he get if I just asked him head on?

If I just told him to his face?

I mean…what is there to lose? Seriously…what is there?

Him, that annoying little voice in my head said. I dismissed it immediately. I cannot afford to think like that. It wouldn't do well for the nerves. So finally I just asked.

"Sting, how do you feel about me? And don't fucking sugarcoat it. I need a serious answer and I need it now before I go insane," I said.

There.

It was done.

I finally did it.

Sting stared at me, in utter shock I presumed before he leaned in even more.

He was so close…

His eyes were no more than five inches away from mine, and oh god, his lips were right there. If he leaned in just a tiny bit I knew that I would be lost.

But I couldn't let him know that, but I couldn't back down either so I stood firm.

I can do this.

I waited for a few more dreadfully long seconds before I realized he wasn't going to answer me. Fucking coward.

"Tell me," I whispered.

And it was just a few seconds later that I realized I had leaned in just a little when I said those two words because about two seconds after I did say that…Sting's lips were on mine.

Oh god, it felt so right.

Why did it have to feel so freaking right?!

He pressed in even more, and brought his hands behind my back bringing me closer to him. It was as if he was trying to mold myself into him…as if he was afraid I would slip through his fingers.

And those lips that I've been fascinating over for the past hour…oh fuck they were as soft as I remembered…maybe even softer.

I couldn't bring up a single thought…I didn't think about the fact that he never really answered my question because that was when my eyes had closed and he stopped being gentle.

It became rough and oh help me now, I loved it. His tongue explored my mouth, while I clung to him shivering from all of my emotions being brought up at once. My heartbeat was beating so fast…it was indescribable of how right it felt.

Somehow we had ended up on the ground and he was on top of me leaning down, leaving trails of kisses all down my neck and—oh.

My hands slid up to his back and I pulled him down closer, which brought his lips back up to my mouth, which he ravished. Every nerve on my body was crawling with sensations that I have never ever felt before.

It was absolutely amazing.

But then for some strange reason, my mind came up with the decision to pull back. I still needed to hear his answer or I was quite certain that I would lose my mind.

"How do you feel about me Sting?" I asked again. He only looked at me, while giving a small shake of the head.

"I don't know Lucy…I really don't. All I know is that I am attracted to you. That I am so aware of everything you do. I want to keep you safe. That I can't stop thinking about you no matter where I am. That I want to kiss you every single fucking time I see you. All I know Lucy is that whatever I'm feeling for you is driving me insane," he said.

A smile slipped through my lips. We were feeling almost the exact same thing.

How strange.

"Yeah…me too," I finally muttered. He gave a small smile which made my heart literally beat faster. It wasn't every day he smiled. He bent down and buried his face in my neck, nuzzling it a little bit. I sighed.

I was so content…this was perfect.

What happens now? I had to wonder. I mean we were from rival guilds and what about…what about Natsu?

Oh why was I even worried about him anyways?

It's because he's acting strange around you. Why?

Maybe Sting would know?

No.

Don't ask him about it.

He gets mad when I talk about Natsu.

Haha…is that because he was always…jealous of him? Hmm…

"Are you jealous of Natsu?" I asked before I could stop myself. I felt Sting's body stiffen slightly. Oh shit. I actually asked it, even though I told myself to not mention my pink-haired best friend.

I am such an idiot.

Sting raised his head and gazed at me before saying something that completely surprised me.

"I was. I don't think I am anymore…especially after the talk we both had—and don't ask about that because I'm not going to tell you, so don't bother. I mean if he told you then I wouldn't really care, but you should know…" he leaned down again, but this time I could feel a different intent.

I shivered underneath him. He was like…an icy fire.

His lips pressed against the right side of my neck as he gave a small, delicate kiss. "that you're mine now, so please don't…well I think you got it." He blew a breath air on where he kissed me making my whole body squirm.

Jerk.

Using this to his advantage…this is why I hate him. The jackass.

"Oh really?" I mused. "I'm yours now, huh? Hmm…I guess I'm a little okay with that as long as you know…" I bent my head up and nipped at his ear. Two can play at this game. "that you're mine," I whispered.

I felt him shiver.

Ha.

Now it's your turn asshole.

He gave another smile, which was actually freaking me out just a little. I mean…geesh. Two smiles in five minutes? That's got to count as a miracle or something, right?

He leaned down closer to kiss me again and that time it was my turn to smile.

"You're an asshole," I whispered. He smiled, again, against my lips.

"I know. And you're a spoiled brat," he said, pulling back to stare down at me. I glared at him.

"At least I'm nice," I retorted. He scoffed and smiled down (the fourth time now? Seriously?) wickedly.

"At least I'm not a virgin," he teased. I stiffened.

"I already told you that I'm not a virgin…I mean why would someone such as me be a virgin? Come on that just doesn't make any sens—" He cut in with another freaking kiss. "I never said being a virgin was a bad thing Lucy," he mumbled. I only gave a small grunt in response since I was too busy loving his lips. However when the words finally registered in my mind I pulled back instantly.

"What?! Then why the hell are you teasing me you jerk?!" I exclaimed. He smirked down at me.

"Because it's funny," he said.

It's…funny?!

I seriously hate this jerk.

"Yeah well your face is funny," I grumbled, refusing to let him anywhere near my precious face. He raised an eyebrow, still smirking. What is it with him and his smirks? How can a simple muscle change in the face irritate me so much?

He leaned down again, making it quite clear what his mission was and I avoided him. He chuckled following where my head turned and I turned back to glare at him, placing my hand over my mouth.

"You know this could be considered sexual harassment," I mumbled from beneath my hand.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, starting to try and pry my hand off. I just nodded fiercely.

"Then I guess you're out of luck because this means I'll be "sexually harassing" you at least twice every hour…shame…" he said, successfully getting my hand off my mouth.

"Well you don't need to be so blunt about i—"

Of course he cut me off with another kiss.

"You're mean," I stated as his lips moved on mine. He just grunted.

"Mhm," he said.

"Oh finally!" a shrill voice exclaimed. Instantly Sting and I broke apart. I turned my head towards the house to see Frida standing there with a triumphant look on her face.

"Well you guys sure look like as if you're busy doing "riddles"," she said, still grinning.

"We are so scram brat," Sting said, groaning a bit as he buried his head in my neck, again.

"What do you mean by "finally" when you thought we just met…?" I asked her, confused, completely ignoring Sting who was grumbling into my neck about who the hell knows what. Frida laughed.

"I told you in the forest Lucy…well anyways, why don't you two lovebirds come back inside and I'll explain everything nice and properly for you two. How about it?" she asked. Sting gave a loud moan of complaint into my shoulder, which made me shiver since his breath was so warm. Ugh. I swear to god if he got spit on my clothes….

"Come on Sting. I want to know, so get off of me," I said, pushing him off. He stood up, and brushed off his usual ridiculous get up that he calls "clothes".

How did I fall for him again? I only sighed. Frida nodded and showed us back inside.

Sting followed me and we walked in. I noticed Frida pick up the riddles we left out there and come too. She smiled again, sweetly, and sat us down.

I wonder what she was going to tell us…?

Frida sat down from across us and I vaguely noticed Rogue and the two Exceeds in the background, watching us. Huh.

"All right! Let's begin shall we?"

Yes. Let's begin.

*Let's just say that I suck at writing kiss scenes…and that this was so weird to write! Ahh! It was like I was screaming about it, and oh can I picture it but putting it into words was weird…truth be told, I'm somehow better at writing scenes where it's two GUYS kissing. :) Oh you just gotta love gay love…;) Anyways, this story reached 152 followers! Oh my gosh! Do you know how much that means to me? Well I love you all and thank you very much for everything. :)

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