Sting began to regret asking that stupid question at all at the look on his best friend's face. He looked positively terrifying right now, his crimson eyes darker than usual. And his feral gaze was pinned directly on Sting. The blonde gulped and wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans.
Maybe now was the time to leave.
"Um... I'm gonna... Go now..." He started to head back inside the club. "Have fun, you two!" He called as the door shut. Lucy bit her lip, face still buried in Rogue's chest. She did not know what to do right now. Rogue just kissed her. Kissed her. And she was feeling very nervous and... Giddy.
She bit her lip harder. Should she look up and then they would continue kissing? Or should she keep her face buried in his chest and wait for him to make a move?
"Lucy..." Rogue said huskily. Lucy looked up, blushing. Her heart skipped a beat at the look on his face. His crimson eyes were dark, a smirk on his face. "Y-yes?" His hold around her waist tightened. "Do you know how long I've wanted you?" He whispered in her ear.
"How long I've been holding back?" She shivered. "I-I don't know..." Rogue smirked, rubbing her back with a hand. "What happened to the flirty, confident Lucy I met on the night of my birthday?" She blushed harder. "Well?"
"I... I don't know..." She looked up at him, brown eyes shimmering with innocence. "What happened to the silent, cold, serious Rogue?"
"He's not here tonight..."
Lucy shivered at his words, at the dark tone of his voice. Rogue smirked down at the blushing, slightly trembling girl in his arms. He felt like he was going insane. All he felt right now was lust. Powerful lust. All he wanted to do was bring her home and make her scream his name till dawn.
He didn't feel like himself right now. He felt free, and lustful. He wanted nothing more than to take this girl in his arms in his bed. He wanted nothing but the girl in his arms. Lucy...
Lucy inhaled and exhaled, her eyes glittering with want, not knowing what to do next. It was obvious Rogue wanted her, and she wanted him too, but... She didn't know if she wanted to do... It with him. She didn't want a one night stand. "W-where do we go next? W-what do we-"
"My place..." He whispered, he lead her to his car. Lucy admired it for a moment. It was a black Mercedes-Benz, with tinted windows. "Oh... Wow..." She said softly, forgetting for a moment that she and Rogue were feeling... Lustful. She gently ran her fingers over the hood. "So pretty... And clean."
Rogue just stared at her, impatient. There was a uncomfortable feeling down in his lower region. He opened the car door open for her. Lucy blushed and got in. 'This is it...' She inhaled and exhaled. Rogue closed the door and got into the driver's seat.
She closed as her eyes the car began to move.
"Skin like crystal... Shreds through my skin... Makes me bleed..."
Lucy eyes snapped open and she sat up. Her head hurt. Al lot. She held it, and winced. There was a small bump on the back of her head. 'What happened? Where am I?' She blinked. 'And where is that music coming from?'
She looked around, heart racing. 'Where I am?' She was on a bed, in a strange room. 'I must be in Rogue's room... But... Where is he? And how'd I get on this bed?' She hopped off the bed and admired the room for a moment.
It was beautiful room. Dark blue walls, maroon curtains, a comfortable-looking armchair facing the windows, a glass coffee table, a beautiful oak cabinet. She stepped outside the room and gasped. This place was truly a palace. She stepped into the living room and went to admire the wide flat screen TV.
"You're awake..."
Lucy turned around, and blushed when she saw Rogue, holding a small plate with a steaming cup of tea on it. "U-uh.. Yeah..."
"Here..." He set the cup of tea on the wine table beside him. He turned off the radio, and the music stopped. "Drink this, it's supposed to make you feel better." He gestured to her head. Lucy nodded. "Thank you..." She gently took the cup into her hands and drank slowly. 'Green tea...'
She set the cup back down on the table. "So... What happened?"
"You don't remember?" She shook her head, blushing. She did. But she wanted to hear him say it. "Well, you went outside and slipped on something and hit your head. You were unconscious so I carried you to my car... And brought you here..."
Lucy blushed. "T-thank you..." She looked down, mortified. So all that stuff with Rogue kissing her and Sting freaking out was just a dream! "Um... Where's Sting?"
"He went home..."
Lucy nodded. She stood up, head pounding and legs wobbly. "I should.. I should go..." Her voice was shaky. She just wanted to go home and sleep. She didn't want to be alone with Rogue. Something about being alone with made her feel nervous and another feeling she couldn't describe. "No..."
Lucy looked up startled by his dark tone. "W-what?"
"You need to rest. You're too weak to go out..."
"Why don't you just bring me home? P-please..."
"... It's late already..."
Lucy gulped. "B-but Erza might worry..." Rouge stared at her for a while, then said "Tomorrow morning. Early morning, if you want." She sighed, then nodded. She took out her phone from her pocket and called Erza.
"You'll sleep here... In the guest room..."
Lucy nodded. "Thanks..." It was a beautiful room, almost identical to Rogue's, except the walls were dark brown and the curtains were peach. "Everything you need is in the bathroom. And here..." He handed her a shirt. "You can wear this, in case you don't want to sleep in your... Uniform."
"Thank you..."
She called as he left the room. She sighed and went into the bathroom to freshen up.
Lucy's eyes snapped open, and she groaned into the darkness. It was the third time she woke up tonight. She glanced at the clock beside her. Eleven in the evening. She sighed. She just couldn't sleep properly. Was it because she was in Rogue's house?
She sat up. 'I need a glass of water...' She went into the kitchen and reached for a cup. It was high up in the cupboard. She reached for one, then all of them wobbled and fell down, crashing. Lucy screamed as the glass shattered onto the floor.
She stepped way from the broken glass. 'Oh no...'
"What's going on?" Rogue rushed into the kitchen, in nothing but a pair of dark blue boxers. He examined the shards of glass. Lucy blushed. "I'm so sorry."
"Are you... Alright?"
"Y-yes. I'm fine."
He grabbed a broom and dustpan from the closet and swept up the mess. Lucy watched him, shaking and feeling very embarrassed. After all the shards were swept and dumped into the trash can, he faced her. "How did this happen?"
Lucy turned crimson. "I-I couldn't sleep and I was thirsty so I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. But the cups were too high up and I couldn't r-reach -" She looked down. "I'm sorry."
He sighed. "It's fine..." She looked up at him, brown eyes watery. He looked down at her, and instantly regretted doing so. She was wearing nothing but his t-shirt. The shirt really showed off her legs and chest. And her derriere. His eyes darkened. Damn it. He needed to turn away.
"Well... Good night..." He began to walk away. "Wait..." A soft hand held his wrist. He froze, and tensed. If she didn't let him go now, he might lose control and... He shook his head. Rogue turned to face her. "I..." She stepped towards him.
She blushed, looking up at him. "Do you..." Her brown eyes shimmered. And she bit her lip. Rogue growled. That was it. He pushed her up against the wall and slammed his lips against her. Lucy's eyes began to close and she kissed him back, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Don't kill me. Yes, the Rogue-Lucy kiss outside the club was just a dream. I had to make it a dream because Rogue seemed too OOC. But don't worry, this kiss isn't. He's more 'Rogue' here. Warning, lemon in the next chapter.