So this fanfic is getting as many readers as my Tenten/Shino FF. How freakin' awesome! Thank you all so very very much!

I may get around to sketching these various dresses, if I do, I'll post the links on my profile.

Thank you for your kind reviews, I really appreciate it! It makes my night :D

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Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail--only the OC

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"Wow, I can't believe what Mirajane did with the place!" Lucy looked around at what she thought was the front of the guild. It no longer looked like the familiar place she had come to love. Instead, it was littered with tasteful décor, giving off an aura that Lucy hadn't known the guild could exude. Candles and night blooms lead the couples along a path around the guild to a back courtyard that Lucy had never seen. Each couple would have to descend the stairs to the main yard--which consisted of many gazebos and a dancefloor. She really couldn't believed that Mirjane had done all of this!

"Yeah, she really did a number, didn't she?" Natsu asked, feigning interest. He was too concerned about finding Happy. Then food. His stomach rumbled its own affirmation of the second thought.

Lucy nodded, as she watched her friends wind around to the courtyard behind the guild. She held onto Natsu tightly as she attempted to walk the stony path on wobbly, strappy heels.

"Damn shoes," she growled.

"You chose them," Natsu pointed out.

"Shut up, idiot!" she hissed, pinching his arm. "Oh, there's Levy!" she smiled as she waved to the blue-haired scholar. Levy's dress swooped down off of one shoulder, wrapping around the young mage's back. The neckline was littered with deep purple flowers, which glittered in the candles' glow. Her light blue hair was softly teased back, held there with a thin tiara that was studded with amethyst gemstones. The soft yellow dress suited her rather well, Lucy thought, as her eyes traveled to Levy's date--a handsome, dark-haired gentlemen......

Lucy's jaw dropped when she finally recognized her friend's date: Gajeel!

"H-how did that happen?" Lucy asked, her tone full of awe. Her mouth was agape at the sight as she half-heartedly descended down the stone stairway. Natsu squinted suspiciously at Lucy as she openly ogled the odd-couple. She heard him mutter something under his breath that sounded a lot like "..stupid fucker, still looks like shit..".

Gajeel didn't seem to appreciate the beauty of his date, instead looking around the crowd hungrily. Lucy had a feeling he was looking for a certain inspector who had pummeled him the day before. His eye was still slightly swollen from the young woman's fist. Lucy smirked in satisfaction.

"I don't even want to know," Lucy heard the answer come from behind her. She turned to find the young, dark-haired mage standing with a nervous smile. His white suit contrasted his raven-colored hair nicely. It was complemented with a dark crimson vest and tie--similar to Natsu's. Lucy suspected that it was Mirajane's doing, yet again. He tapped a shiny black shoe anxiously.

"Gray!" Lucy cried with mock excitement. Her eyes warned him to keep his mouth shut about the night before. Or he would pay. She glanced at Juvia to reinforce her warning. She saw his face pale at Lucy's intent.

"Lucy, Natsu," he nodded. Juvia was clutching onto the ice mage as if he had tried to run from her once already.

"You look gorgeous, Juvia!" Lucy preened. Her eye wandered over the high-necked silver dress. It hugged her neck hungrily, offset by the oval cutout that revealed her naked bosom. Lucy swallowed--it appeared that Juvia had put out her best effort to entice Gray with her dress. She had to admit, it was a nice effort, though she wondered how much tape Juvia had used to ensure that her goods wouldn't be displayed to the entire guild. The pewter dress sparkled as if it were covered with tiny ice crystals. Juvia's light blue hair was combed back and held in place with a jeweled clip, a few strands framing her face, curling softly.

Juvia smiled, "Gray-sama and I are so happy to find you two!" Gray rolled his eyes from beside her.

"Your corsage is so pretty!" Lucy squealed as she nodded toward the dark blue carnations that adorned Juvia's slender, gloved wrist.

"Gray-sama bought me a corsage with a matching boutonniere," she purred happily, pointing a white finger at his chest.

She bought them! Gray mouthed, his face blanching. Lucy's eyes screamed her apologies. She had truly done a number on Gray this time. A few oohs and a couple aahs filled the crowd as she nervously thought of something to say. Natsu was trying not to laugh at Gray as he squirmed with discomfort from the way his date was attached to his arm.

"Is that Adassandra?" Juvia asked, her voice filled with contempt. Lucy's eyes floated to the top of the stairs; she needed someone to alleviate the tension that hung in the air around them. Right now, Adassandra would be a welcome sight. Too bad Erza isn't here....

She could see the visitor slowly walking down the stairs with her pale-haired date. Elfman was beaming from ear-to-ear, as Adasanndra smiled comfortably. She was wearing a long, deep red gown. It was cut low, though the Councilwoman's was more heart-shaped across the chest. It showed just enough of the dip between her breasts, but not too much to be tasteless. Lucy felt her stomach sink. Perhaps she had gone a tad bit overboard....she remembered Juvia's dress, and immediately felt better.

Lucy watched the fluid movement of the dark crimson dress as Adassandra descended to the bottom of the steps. It hugged her hips, the satin fabric spilling onto the ground. There was a high opening in the front of the dress, and the fabric billowed from the off-centered slit. But, it was the shoes that made Lucy drool. They were black, strappy heels (Lucy's favorite!) that thickly wrapped around her ankles, tying an inch or so behind the ankle. She. Loved. Those. Shoes. ShemustknowwhereAdassandragotthem!

"Lucy! Natsu!" Elfman's voice boomed as the odd-couple reached the bottom of the steps. Lucy was still looking over Adie's dress. The dark red fabric shimmered gold as she walked, as did the chandelier necklace the framed her thin neck. The dress held the right amount of conservative sexiness—hugging her slender waist and smaller chest (Lucy had won in that department!). The single, long, off-centered slit up the front of the dress hinted at a nice set of legs. When she walked, her leg peeked through it, allowing the dress to hug her curves more snugly.

Nice! Lucy thought.

"Lucy?"

"Huh?" Lucy blinked, realizing Adassandra was speaking to her.

"I complimented your hair. It looks amazing," she smiled.

"Oh, right. Thanks," Lucy smiled in return. "Er, um, so does yours." Lame! she told herself silently.

She looked over Adie's dark black locks. Her glossy mane was pulled back on the top, cascading down her shoulders and back in lustrous black waves. Her sideswept bangs held soft waves as they framed her oval face. She still wore her glasses, much to Lucy's chagrin. Her makeup would look much better without those frames, Lucy thought to herself. She shrugged, Adassandra's loss. So far, Lucy thought her dress was the sexiest.

"Holy hell! Is that Mirajane?" someone squealed from the crowd. Lucy, again, looked at the top of the stairs. Her neck was starting to hurt from all the craning she was doing just to see these dresses!

"It is Mirajane!" Lucy breathed her eyes wide with awe. And what was she wearing?

Mirajane was slowly descending the stairs, with Makarov at her side. Her hair was pulled back into a loose updo. Her snow-white dress was even more revealing than Lucy's or Juvia's. Lucy felt her stomach sink at that realization. Way to steal the limelight, Mirajane! she thought gloomily.

Mirajane's dress was a very low plunging v-neck. So much so, that her navel was practically visible. It wrapped around her waist, sexily showing off Mirajane's oft-hidden figure. The silky white fabric billowed with each step.

"Ah, our guest of honor," Makarov smiled as he approached the last of the steps.

"Master Makarov," Adie nodded politely. "Mirajane, you look gorgeous. The magazine articles have done you no justice."

"Hello, Adie!" Mirajane beamed. "You look so cute, Elfman!" she straightened her brother's crooked tie.

"Please, Mirajane," Elfman blushed as she fussed about him. "A man can handle his own tie!"

"I suppose I have to address these heathens," the old mage grumbled, looking around the crowed. All eyes were still focused on Mirajane.

"Ahem," Makarov's voice rang out over the crowd as he grew two sizes. When he had everyone's attention he smiled. "I see that most everyone is here," he paused for the loud cheers that rang out through the courtyard. "I would like to thank you all for coming. I want you to have a spectacular night--" again, he was interrupted by rowdy cheering from the crowd. He waved his hand excitedly. "Within reason," his voice boomed as his eyes shone their threat. A few groans rang out.

Lucy looked around. She could see Gajeel glaring at Elfman, who was all smiles. Gray was trying to inch away from Juvia. Jet and Droy seemed to be arguing over something--which Lucy suspected it was which one of them would dance with Levy first. Evergreen was chatting with Fried—who Lucy thought had arrived with, while Cana was flirting with Macao. She shook her head; she was unable figure out what the young mage saw in that old geezer--besides the fact that they were drinking buddies at one time.

She peered up to the top of the steps, as a flash of blue caught her eye. Lucy smiled when she realized it was Happy, wearing a tiny version of Natsu's outfit--this time with a black vest and bowtie. Before she could wave at the cat, she saw his...date. Charlie! Had Charlie come all the way from Cait Shelter just to be Happy's date? She tugged excitedly on Natsu's sleeve. He looked at her questioningly as she beamed and pointed to the top of the stairs.

This time, Natsu waved to the two cats. Charlie glowered at him, as Happy grinned--as much as a cat can. Makarov's address interrupted Lucy's thoughts.

"Since our kind guest will be leaving us tomorrow..." more jeers, a handful of cheers, "...I think it's only fair for her to lead the first dance of the night."

"Old man!" Adassandra hissed, her face turning bright red. He winked at her in return.

"Mirajane, would you do the honors of singing us a song?" Makarov asked his date.

"Surely," she smiled as the guild began to chant Mirajane's name. Lucy felt slightly depressed at the guild's love for Mirajane. Part of her wanted the guild to respect her as much as the transformation mage. Maybe someday....

Before Adie could spout more profanities, Elfman was dragging her to the middle of the dance floor. She stared pleadingly at Lucy and Natsu—as if begging them to join her. Lucy looked at Natsu, who looked like he was about to vomit. Sorry, she mouthed to Adie. The raven-haired mage quickly switched into her more cheerful mode, smiling as they made their way through the crowd.

Ever since the moment I met you....

Mirajane's voice carried across the courtyard. More cheers.

I've thought about nothing else but your beautiful soul...

Lucy noticed Gray staring after the guest of honor. Suddenly, memories of the previous night came flooding back. No! Not Gray and...Adie!

"What?" Gray snapped. Lucy realized she had spoken aloud. Juvia was now glaring murderously at the dance floor. Lucy prayed that the water mage wouldn't do anything rash.

"N-nothing," Lucy stammered, quickly pulling Natsu away.

I see you in my dreams,

Your sweet voice calling my name...

Lucy peered over shoulder, trying to see how Adie and Elfman were holding up. Much to her surprise, Elfman danced wonderfully, his movements fluid. He held his dance partner at a respectful distance, as they smiled and chatted to one another while Mirajane sang. He spun her, dipping her as she returned to face him. Adie laughed at his playfulness. Slowly, other couples began to join them on the dance floor. Lucy smiled, knowing that would make the young inspector feel much better. She glanced at Natsu, would he ask her to dance?

I'll follow you, I'll light your way,

Believe in me, for I will never let you down.

"Well?" Lucy glanced at Natsu as she tried to look cute.

"Well what?" Natsu replied faintly, looking around the courtyard. Lucy waved in front of his face, subsequently pointing at the dance floor. Natsu followed the direction of her outstretched finger, realizing what she meant. "Oh."

"Oh?" she replied, her heart sinking. She should have known! Natsu would most likely not want to dance. Hell, he couldn't handle moving vehicles. He probably didn't even know how to dance. Lucy's shoulders fell in disappointment. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," she replied softly, glancing at Mirajane as she swayed with the music, her eyes closed in concentration.

"I, uh, I'm going to get a drink or something," she quietly began to walk toward the refreshment table. She had managed to take a few steps before she felt the tug at her hand.

"Come on!" he growled, pulling her toward the dance floor.

"Wha--?" Lucy yelped, as her arm felt like it was going to be pulled from its socket.

"You wanted to dance, right?" Natsu replied, his voice softly rumbling. His neat, pink hair was becoming more unruly by the minute. "So, let's dance!"

Before Lucy could reply, his hands were on her waist. She could feel the slight tremor in his fingertips as his ears turned red. Hadn't he danced before? This close to anyone? Lucy wondered. She could see the sweat beading along his hairline, as his fingers continued to softly tremor on the curve of her hips.

I'll follow you into the darkness,

I'll follow you into the fire....

Lucy smiled her happiness as she raised her arms, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her wrists slid across his shoulders, as she gently touched her fingertips to the back of his neck. His steps were unsure at first, often leading him to smash Lucy's toes. But, soon, they found a comfortable rhythm as they danced under the clear night sky. Lucy sighed her contentment for everyone to hear.