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Strange Bedfellows	By : stellabomb Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 9473 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I don't write lemon scenes often. Hopefully this works.

Chapter 3: A Fine Distraction

Lucy wasn’t expecting to be reassigned a new room with Erza, but she was thankful that it was arranged. It’s been a day since her encounter with Sting and she’s been hiding out in her room since then. She had her meals at odd hours or ordered room service. Otherwise she stayed in, pretending to read or write, but really she couldn’t face anyone. Erza came into the room a few times. Lucy knew Erza was aware of what was going on, but Erza didn’t say anything. Erza even warded everyone away by saying Lucy wasn’t feeling well. How Erza managed to keep Natsu out was beyond Lucy. Lucy could hear him declaring loudly that he wanted to see his “ailing” friend. Lucy felt a little guilty.

Still, Lucy couldn’t stay in the room forever. She didn’t necessarily have to go out to the stadium, but she needed to get out before she started getting stir crazy. She decided to check out the bookstore again, maybe buy a few more books.

The next day Lucy left early in the morning to go to the bookstore. Everyone would be at the stadium again so she should be able to avoid most people she knew. She only got to the middle of the stairway leading to the main floor when her eyes immediately spotted a head of pink hair. She forgot Natsu was also a morning person.

“Lucy!” Natsu exclaimed when he saw her. He ran up to her, stopping a few steps below where she was. It was a narrow staircase so there was no escape! “I heard you were sick! Are you okay?”

Lucy looked into Natsu as he looked back at her, hopeful and concerned. Lucy could feel her yearning for him build up inside of her again. They were just so familiar with each other. They spent nearly every day with each other, looked out for each other’s backs. Her idiot of a friend. She wanted more from him, much more. But for Natsu, Lucy assumed, he wasn’t interested in that kind of relationship. It was a little painful to be here with him, yearning for him so badly, but knowing that these major desires of hers would go unfulfilled. Just the sound of his voice made her heart sink with a dread.

“Hey!” Natsu said again, this time taking a few steps closer to her. He reached out and touched her on the shoulder. The feel of his hand against her bare shoulder made her skin tingle. “Lucy, I’m talking to you!”

Lucy shook her head out of her thoughts. “Sorry, Natsu. I…” she hesitated. “I have been feeling a little ‘sick’. I’m a little better now, though. I just wanted to get some fresh air.”

Lucy took Natsu’s hand and held onto it tenderly. Part of her just wanted to indulge in him, this person who she’s liked for a long time. Another part of her was searching for something in his touch and in his expression. Was it really impossible for them? She had to try again.

“You know I like you, right?” Lucy said, trying to be direct.

Natsu looked at her for a moment, confused. Lucy watched him closely, trying to figure out what he was thinking or feeling. He seemed to think about his answer for ages.

“Of course I know that!” Natsu finally replied with a yeah, duh expression on his face.

“Do you like me?” Lucy asked.

“Of course I like you! Aren’t we best friends?”

Natsu’s expression didn’t change, didn’t give away any other feelings she’d hoped for. He looked at her the way he’s always looked at her: as his closest friend. But only as a friend. Lucy was beginning to give up. Maybe their relationship was never going to change.

“You’re right, we are best friends,” Lucy said with a disappointed sigh. She looked beyond Natsu to indicate that she wanted to leave, but he was blocking her way.

Natsu stepped aside to let her through. The air that trailed behind her carried an unfamiliar scent, but one that Natsu felt he’d smelled before. It smelled like spiced rum.

When Lucy exited the building, she took a deep breath. She was not going to cry!

She headed straight for the bookstore to get her mind off of Natsu. Luckily, being at the bookstore provided her with something else to think about. Lucy loved the look of all those books lined up against each other. Sometimes she would fantasize about having a library of her own as big as this. She walked the isles, stopping at different subjects of interest: history, adventure fiction, the magazine rack. She always comes out with more things than she originally planned on buying, but right now she’d welcome any kind of distraction. She was browsing some of the travel guides when she felt someone approach her.

“I’m guessing you like books,” said a now familiar voice.

Lucy looked up at Sting, who was leaning against the other end of the bookshelf. She felt less annoyed than she thought she would. “Are you following me again?”

Sting laughed lightly. His eyes never left her. “Yes, I am.”

“What do you want from me?” Lucy said trying to sound annoyed, but finding that she just didn't have the energy for it.

“I don’t share a room with anyone,” Sting told Lucy. “Even Lector stays in a different room with Frosh and Rogue most of the time.”

“Yeah, so?” Lucy asked, even though she knew what Sting was getting at.

“So if you want to continue what we started a few days ago, you’re free to come.”

“That night,” Lucy breathed out “was a mistake. I made a poor choice.”

“Is that so?” Sting questioned. “Then let’s look at why that was a mistake. I thought it was a mistake because you were Natsu’s girlfriend. But by the sound of it, you two aren’t together.”

“We aren’t.”

“When you and your friend were at the club, it was pretty clear that both of you were on the hunt.”

“We were.”

“So why do you consider it a mistake that you hooked up with someone when that was the reason why you went out in the first place?”

“Because!” Lucy said, a little off guard. The response she wanted to give was because it was a mistake that she hooked up with him, but that was far from the truth. “Because I…”

The answer she didn’t want to give him, the real answer, was that she still had feelings for Natsu and going out to have sex with some guy was not the best way to heal an aching heart. All Lucy wanted to do was forget about the past few days, not be interrogated about it. She felt a little flustered. She could feel tears push their way through from just thinking about that pink haired guy. She looked at Sting, who had been watching her carefully.

“Look,” Sting said holding onto her wrist and pulling her towards him. “Never mind whether or not you think that night was a mistake. It’s simple for me: I’m attracted to you. I think you’re damned sexy and I want to have another night like that again.”

Lucy looked at him surprised. Not because he wanted to hook up with her again, but because he sounded just vaguely encouraging. Even if he was obviously interested in just her body, his desire for her was earnest and straightforward. It was almost refreshing. She relaxed, but only just a bit.

“Here,” Sting said handing her a single key. “This is to my room. You like keys, don’t you?”

Lucy looked at him and then at the keys. Oh god, what am I doing? she thought as she took the key.

Natsu noticed that Lucy had been acting strangely. She hasn’t been around for the past few days. Earlier today, he was able to speak to her when she was coming down the stairs, but it was brief. That conversation was weird in and of itself. For Natsu, it was. Why was Lucy concerned about whether or not he liked her? Wasn’t it obvious that he did?

Natsu searched through Honeybone’s common area for Lucy. Only Wendy and Charle were there reading a book together.

"Hey Wendy," Natsu said.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully. "You look like you're looking for something."

"Have you seen Lucy around?"

Wendy and Charle exchanged glances with each other and then giggled. "She hasn’t been around all day" Wendy replied.

"Do you know where she went?"

"She didn't say," Charle replied.

Lucy had been doing a lot of that lately: leaving the inn without telling anyone where she’s going. Natsu wouldn't see her in the crowds at the stadium and when he was competing. When he wasn’t competing he would couldn’t find her around town, either. Not even in the library or bookstore, which is where she usually could be found. Today he had the whole day free, but wasn't able to spend any of it with Lucy. It bothered him.

It really bothered him.

Natsu went on to spend the rest of the day glumly looking for Lucy to no avail. It wasn’t until that evening that he was able to catch her again.

"Hey Lucy!" he said, putting effort into sounding cheerful.

Lucy seemed to be distracted. "Oh… Hey, Natsu."

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you!"

"I've been around town."

Natsu noticed that Lucy didn't look at him as she spoke. He also noticed how non-specific she was being. There was the possibility that she was hiding something from him, which is really uncommon for them. He didn't like that idea one bit.

"Lucy, are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

He watched the look on her face as she sat there in silence. He wanted her to tell him something. Anything would be fine. He would be happy if something was wrong as long as she just came out and say it like she normally does. If she could just yell at him and hit him upside the head, he would feel at ease. But right now there was none of that. Lucy was acting real strange and Natsu couldn’t figure out why. It was like she was somewhere else. She might as well be in a different dimension from him.

"I'm fine," Lucy said flatly. "I've just been having a hard time sleeping."

"Oh." Natsu wondered if that was why she and Erza changed rooms. Was his snoring too loud?

Lucy stood up and turned towards the stairs leading to the room. "I think I'm going to sleep early tonight."

"Okay."

Natsu watched Lucy walk up the stairs. That whole time she didn't even look at him. He stood there for a few minutes feeling really crappy. What was going on with Lucy?

And why does she smell a little like spiced rum again?

Lucy stood near the entrance inside of Sting's room at the Inn Sabertooth was staying in. She snuck out after everyone else had fallen asleep. It was three in the morning. Sting invited her, she surprised herself by actually taking him up on that invitation. She thought that first night with Sting was a fluke, that she stupidly let him take advantage of her while she drunk and on the rebound from Natsu. It was a bad decision, she thought. Yet here she was again, standing in his room. This is just a fling, Lucy thought. I just want to have a little fun to distract myself from thinking about Natsu.

Sting was sitting back in a chair, he head tilted to the side as it rested against the palm of his hand. He had a cocky look on his face. Lucy hated it, though she had to admit it did suit him.

"Back again, eh?" he said.

"Obviously."

"Liked it that much?"

His cocky manner of speech really pissed her off, but she wasn't going to dignify him with a stutter.

"I did like it," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm guessing you liked it too if you're willing to take a day off from competition."

Sting only looked at her. It was true. He was scheduled to compete that day, but called out last minute when Lucy decide to come by. "C'mere." he said wanting to get down to business.

Lucy walked over to him and sat in his lap. They kissed a very desirous kiss. He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the ground. Lucy wore a plain black bra, today. Against her pale skin, the black bra seemed to draw even more attention to her large breasts. He grabbed them with both hands and nuzzled his face in between them. Using his teeth, Sting grabbed onto the edge of the bra, ripping it off her chest with the strength of his jaw.

"Hey!" Lucy said "I'm going to need that later!"

"No you won't." he growled, causing Lucy to blush at the idea of what that suggested.

Sting laughed at the sign of her blushing. Part of it was because because he enjoyed embarrassing her and the other part was that she was damn cute when she blushed. He stood up, carrying her in his arms. He walked over to his bed and tossed her onto the mattress. Sting removed his clothing as he stood above Lucy. Sting noticed Lucy moving to remove the rest of her clothing. He quickly snatched her wrists to stop her. "Allow me." he said. Lucy was still wearing a skirt, black underwear, and stockings that went over the knees. Sting slid her skirt down with his hand. Getting onto the bed, he leaned over her and placed a soft kiss on the space between her bellybutton and the top of her underwear. His teeth prodded at the waistband. The feel of his breath against her skin as he did this gave Lucy goosebumps. Sting suddenly ripped off the garment with his teeth, something he really enjoyed doing much to her chagrin.

He decided he liked her better with her stockings still on.

“Mmmm…” Sting said in a low voice, admiring Lucy's natural curves. There were plenty of women in Fiore who were attractive and as curvaceous as her. But there was something about her combination of cuteness and sexiness that was really enticing for him. She looked at him with eyes that were both innocent, curious, and lustful. It drove him crazy to see the want in her face. He wanted to take her down and tear her apart.

Sting pulled Lucy up and turned her around so that she was facing the headboard of the bed. She was upright on her knees and positioned a foot or two from the headboard. He tilted her forward so that she had hold onto the headboard for support. Her back curved just so as she did this and oh, it was a lovely curve. Sting positioned himself behind her, also on his knees. He swung a flat palm against the flesh of her rear end, causing a nice clean slapping sound. Lucy gasped, surprised at how pleasurable that felt.

"Oh, do you like that?" Sting said mockingly. Lucy only glared at him, causing him to chuckle. "You know that only makes me harder..." he said in a low voice, pressing his groin against her backside.

Sting ran a wet tongue from the base of back, up her spine, and to the back of her neck. The feel of the light touch of his wet tongue against the nerves along the spine made her whole body shiver. Certain spots along that line caused her to involuntarily squirm in pleasure. He was still on his knees, positioned directly behind her. He reached under her to lightly touch the lips protecting her clit. It was warm down there and he could tell she was really wet. He ran the tip of his index finger up and down the slit, letting the moisture reveal itself as he prodded the area without delving his finger fully inside. It was the light touches that got her excited. Each stroke was rewarded by a quiet moan or a deep sigh. After a few moments of this, he let his index finger gently stroke Lucy's clit before moving it into her opening. Lucy moaned in response, welcoming the feel of penetration.

He wiggled his finger around before bringing it to his mouth to taster her. The thick discharge was both acidic and sweet. He fingered her again, only this time he stuck his wet finger in her mouth and kept it there.

"You're nasty." he said.

Sting withdrew his hand from Lucy’s mouth in order to put on a condom. He then guided his erect penis to her opening. He rubbed the head up and down her slit, allowing her wetness moisten the tip. Lucy responded with more moaning, moving her hips slightly in anticipation. With a satisfied smirk, Sting shoved himself completely into her.

Using both hands he held onto the sides of Lucy's hips and moved it at a pace he liked. Lucy followed his pacing, enjoying the feel of him inside of her. For every moan Lucy let out Sting let out his own grunt and groaning.

"Damn, you feel good." Sting said huskily.

He leaned forward so that his chest pressed onto her back, one hand extended to the headboard to hold himself up for support. His pumping continued at a slightly faster pace. His other hand reached for her clit, which was incredibly sensitive right now. Lucy moaned loudly at his hard and fast movements. She tried to move with him, but she was so close that her hips and knees felt weak.

"Oh... god..." she said gasping.

"Are you close?" Sting said.

"Probably as close are you are..." she said in a breathless challenge.

"Oh yeah?"

Sting pulled out. He turned her around and placed her on her back. Reaching over for her skirt, he tore at it until it became strips, which he used to tie her wrists above her head and to the posts of his bed. He used the extra strips to tie a gag around her mouth. Lucy didn't protest, but instead, looked at him curiously. Sitting up on his knees and ankles, he towered over her. He entered her again, watching her expression closely as he did so. Her face scrunched up in pleasure as he inserted himself slowly into her, his member harder than ever. He slid in and out of her a few times at a slow pace before picking up the speed. From this upright position, he had a perfect view of Lucy who was awash in the physical pleasure.

"Look at you," he said, watching her breasts bounce up and down as he fucked her.

Lucy moaned loudly, but the sounds were muffled by her gag.

"Who's gonna cum first, I wonder?" Sting said as he leaned down to taste her nipples. He moved his head up to rest his face in the crook of her neck. He was going into a sensory overload of Lucy: the smell of her and her arousal swirled all around him, the feel of her soft body against him, moving again him. The room was warm and thick with the musty air of their union. His mind was focused solely on giving and taking pleasure from her. With each movement in and out of her, he sought push himself deeper and deeper into her. He quickened the pace, but only just so. He could feel Lucy moving her hip underneath him. There was a way in which her legs squeezed around his hips that let him know that the pace was right for her.

For whatever reason, he knew exactly what angle to position his groin against her so that her clit was being rubbed in just right way. The pleasure of his female partner was never something he was particularly concerned about, but he found that with Lucy he was especially attuned to her body's needs and preferences. And for some odd reason, it was satisfying to give it to her.

Sting continued at this rhythm, feeling the tension build in Lucy. Her arms looked like they wanted to flail wildly, but were being held back by the ties. Her hips bucked against him as he felt his own tension build, but he wanted to force Lucy over the edge first.

Lucy's legs tightened around him as she came, a loud muffled moan coming from her mouth. Sting continued to pump harder, this time at his own pace. The sensitivity of her clit in the aftermath of her climax caused her to convulse with pleasure as he moved against her. He went harder and harder, pushing himself further to the edge, groaning loudly as he climaxed.

He lay on top of her, resting his head on her ample chest, breathing heavily. Feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest, he listened to her heartbeat slowly return back to a normal rhythm. It was an oddly peaceful moment.

Sting stood up to throw away the used condom. When he returned, he untied lucy, dropping the tatters of her clothing into a pile on the floor. He stood by the bed watching her as she lay there, arms resting at her sides, hair disheveled, sweat glistening on her brow, her cheeks a little flush. Her legs were still slightly parted. She was a lovely sight indeed.

Lucy stared at the ceiling.

"What're you gonna to do now?" Sting asked.

"I don't know." Lucy answered "I can’t exactly leave without clothing."

She sat up to examine what was left of her shredded clothing. Sting laid back on the bed next to her and pulled her back to him.

"Then stay," he said. "We can have sex all day."

Lucy almost laughed. "We can't do that."

"We can. I called out of competition today and you're pretty much useless to your team."

"Gee, thanks," she said rolling her eyes. "People will wonder where I am."

"Your team is not your babysitter. You can do whatever you want."

"I'd be doing whatever you wanted if I stayed."

"But you enjoy it."

On this count, Sting wasn't wrong. "I won't deny that," she said rolling on top of him again, placing a light kiss on his lips.

"Then stay," he said again, wrapping his arms around him.

“I need to leave tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about what you’re going to do tomorrow. Worry about what I’m going to do to you today.”

Sting’s laugh was just the slightest bit sadistic, but it gave her just the faintest smile. Their relationship right now is purely physical, Lucy knew, but the more time she spent with him, the more she felt that this was exactly what she needed. Even if it was possibly a bad idea.

This is not a bad distraction, she thought.

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