A/N: Okay, here's another one. Thought y'all would like it. Hope you enjoy! Please R&R! And have a Happy New Year! Oh, and if anyone has a better title idea because I thought this one was just a dead give away... I was thinking of something like Two Types of Wrestling or Friday Nights, but then Netflix and chill came into mind, and it sounded cooler. But because of the title, I turned innocent wrestle to something a little more suggestive /0w0/

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of it's characters. *sigh* If only...

• Red String of Fate •

Netflix and Chill

It was a Friday night. And like all Friday nights, Gray was lounging his couch in nothing but his boxers and surfing Netflix for something both he and his girlfriend would enjoy watching. Despite his futile attempts, it always ended up in a petty argument, which resulted in the two of them to act like children and wrestle each other for the remote. Today was no exception.

"Goddamn it, Gray!" Lucy growled. "Just give the remote!"

"Hell no!" He refused. "Last time I did that we ended up watching Barbie's Dreamhouse!"

Lucy's eye twitched. "First of all, that was not me! Don't you remember Mira came over last time with Freed and Cana."

He stared at her peculiarly.

The blonde sighed at her boyfriend. "Of course, how could I forget the lot of you were drunk..."

"I don't remember any of this, but still..." Gray continued, albeit hesitantly.

Lucy glared.

"Okay, fine," he finally acquiesced. "It wasn't entirely your doing, but I'm still not handing over the remote."

"Gray," Lucy whined. "We are not watching American Horror Story! The last time I watched that I couldn't sleep!"

Gray chuckled. He wouldn't admit it, but the only reason he chose that allegedly scary crap was because Lucy wouldn't let go of him the entire time they were watching. He loved the feeling of her body pressed against his. She felt perfect in his arms, and he couldn't help but not the way her soft body fit perfectly into his hard one.

"Fine, you scaredy cat," Gray relented with a sigh. "Nothing scary..."

"I am not a scaredy cat," Lucy retorted hotly.

He raised a skeptical brow. "Uh-huh, sure."

She fumed. "That's it!"

Gray watched with alarmed eyes as he was suddenly tackled. He was pressed down onto the couch as Lucy made a reach for the remote. He was completely distracted by the way Lucy's breasts were pressed against his chest. It didn't help that she was wearing a thin tank top and really short cotton shorts. She was about the grab the remote when he threw the damn thing across the living room. By chance, it happened to select some new series called Sense 8.

"Gray!" Lucy exasperated incredulously. "Are you kidding me?"

"No way I'm going to let you win easily..."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "You know you should sometimes let your girlfriend win."

"You'd be mad if I did that," he reasoned.

She grinned. "You know me so well."

"Of course, I am your boyfriend."

"Well, Mr. Know-It-All..." Lucy smiled playfully. "You should know..." She lowered her lips to hover above his.

Gray cracked a smile, eyeing her lips. "Yes?"

Lucy smirked, eyes dancing in mirth as she moved her head back an inch as Gray reached for her lips. "I'm...going to win."

He arched a challenging brow, his own smirk gracing his lips. "I'd...like to see you try."

There were a few seconds of silence as they stared each other down, daring each other to make the first move. And that's exactly what Lucy did.

She dove off the couch for the remote. Gray wasn't too far behind and slid across the wooden floor in front of Lucy and grasped the remote. He was then tackled to the ground with a resounding thud. It wasn't long until the two began to wrestle, the remote long forgotten. It no longer was a battle for the remote, but a battle of dominance.

They rolled across the floor in a fit of profanities, yelps, and laughs before Gray came out on top, pinning her wrists to the side of her head. Both were slightly panting from the display of exertion.

Lucy pouted. "Damn it..."

"Seems you lost again, Heartfilia."

Her eyes gleamed impishly. Before Gray could do anything, she reached her head up and kissed him. Surprised by the sudden soft feel of her succulent lips, his hold on her wrists loosened. He eventually gave in and deepened the kiss, slipping his hands to the back of her head and neck, pulling her even closer. He could feel Lucy smile against his lips. He didn't question it until he was swiftly flipped over onto his back with Lucy's hips straddling his own.

He glared in amusement. "You clever minx..."

"I win," Lucy purred, sticking her tongue out.

She reached for the remote above his head, but Gray stopped her.

"But I won fair and square," Lucy whined.

"I know," Gray hissed. "But you flailing all over me isn't exactly helping."

Lucy was about to ask when she realized their provocative position, and the obvious feel of him underneath her. She blushed, playfully glaring at him.

"Really, Gray?"

Gray chuckled dryly. "I can't help it. You look hot on top."

Lucy grinned. "What do say we, I don't know," – she ground her hips against his – "Netflix and chill?"

He smirked. "Thought you'd never ask."

Thus, they commenced a different type of wrestling. This time – on the bed.

A/N: Stay tuned for more to come. Also, thank you everyone for supporting my stories! It means the world to me :) Once again, have a safe and Happy New Year! I still can't believe 2015 is over. 0_0

Oh! Also another small note! I may change the title if anything better pops up into my mind. Don't know how long that will take, but I thought it would be best if I let you guys know anyway.