fairy tail fic
so i've been working on a gray/lucy fic, but it hasn't been turning out the way i'd like. sooo this is actually the alternate ending of it, worked into a one-shot instead of a full-blown multi-chapter like it was supposed to be. i hope you like it. if i can iron out the longer version, it'll be up too. but it's actually been frustrating me a bit, so don't count on it anytime soon... anyway, enjoy. :)
Title: Strip
Pairing: Gray/Lucy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fairy Tail or any of its characters.
Rating: M (to be safe)
Warning: Stripping, nudity. No spoilers unless you don’t know Gray unconsciously strips on a regular basis (which you should’ve known immediately after meeting Gray).
Words: 652
Summary: Lucy warns Gray about stripping
Lucy opened her door to find someone already sitting at her table. She supposed that would freak a normal person out, but she’d become so used to it that it didn’t phase her anymore.
What did surprise her (slightly) was that the guy sitting there wasn’t the usual pink-haired, loud-mouthed fire mage. It was Gray. “So it’s just you today?”
“Erza dragged Natsu off to hold her things while she went shopping,” Gray said by way of explanation as he started taking off his shirt.
“Gray, clothes,” was all Lucy said before she disappeared through her bedroom door to deposit her own bag.
“Ah!” exclaimed Gray, seemingly surprised even after all this time that his hands had unconsciously gone to take off his clothing.
“You know you shouldn’t do that,” said Lucy, returning to seat herself across from the ice mage. “It might give other people the wrong idea.”
Gray frowned in consternation. “What do you mean?”
“Removing your clothes for no reason.” At Gray’s confused look, Lucy sighed and got up. “Then just watch.”
Flicking a quick glance at the door to see the lock was secure (not that it mattered since Natsu and probably Erza would probably just break it down if they couldn’t get in), she slid her hands to the hem of her shirt. Making sure to keep eye contact, Lucy pulled her tank top over her head and dropped it to the ground. Still watching him, her hands moved to her belt and slowly unbuckled it before it too slid down and joined the shirt on the floor.
Gray’s mind had gone completely blank. He watched the stellar spirit mage divest herself of her clothing with a faint numbness and a growing heat while being trapped by those patiently warm brown eyes. He swallowed hard. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen Lucy in quite so little clothing before -- the women in Fairy Tail weren’t really known for their modesty, and there had been a swimsuit competition for the beauty contest -- but here, in Lucy’s own small home, it seemed almost too intimate. “Lucy,” his voice came out strangled. “Maybe you should stop.”
Lucy, who had unbuckled the fastening to her skirt and was in the process of pulling down the zipper, looked at him with knowing eyes. “Do you get it now?”
“Huh?” Gray stared dumbly at her as his mind sifted through their conversation -- was it really that long ago? -- and then, “Ah. Wait so does that mean people think that when I’m taking off my clothes too?”
Lucy sighed as she buttoned herself back up and leaned down to pick up her shirt. “Probably not anymore, once they become used to it, but you could probably give an unsuspecting girl a heart attack with all that stripping.”
Gray’s hands, which had strayed to his own belt as he stared at Lucy’s ass curving as she leaned down, stilled. Then a wicked smirk bloomed on his face as he met Lucy’s eyes again.
Shirt in hand and now upright, Lucy’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at the expression on Gray’s face. “What is it?”
Deliberately, Gray removed his own belt and dropped it on the floor with an audible clink.
“Gray, didn’t I just say--?”
“It’s not for no reason,” he interrupted. He pulled off his shirt, and his hands strayed to fastenings on his low hanging pants.
Lucy’s eyes widened as she backed up a step or two, landing her just outside her bedroom. Gray’s smirk widened. “What’s the reason?” Gray felt his cock twitch as he listened to the raspy edge of her voice.
Sliding down both pants and boxers, he looked at her and winked. “Sex is easier without clothes.” Stepping out from the puddle of clothing, proudly erect, he tilted his head and adopted the most innocent expression he could muster. “Don’t you think?”
Lucy just laughed and dropped her shirt.
Title: Strip
Pairing: Gray/Lucy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fairy Tail or any of its characters.
Rating: M (to be safe)
Warning: Stripping, nudity. No spoilers unless you don’t know Gray unconsciously strips on a regular basis (which you should’ve known immediately after meeting Gray).
Words: 652
Summary: Lucy warns Gray about stripping
Lucy opened her door to find someone already sitting at her table. She supposed that would freak a normal person out, but she’d become so used to it that it didn’t phase her anymore.
What did surprise her (slightly) was that the guy sitting there wasn’t the usual pink-haired, loud-mouthed fire mage. It was Gray. “So it’s just you today?”
“Erza dragged Natsu off to hold her things while she went shopping,” Gray said by way of explanation as he started taking off his shirt.
“Gray, clothes,” was all Lucy said before she disappeared through her bedroom door to deposit her own bag.
“Ah!” exclaimed Gray, seemingly surprised even after all this time that his hands had unconsciously gone to take off his clothing.
“You know you shouldn’t do that,” said Lucy, returning to seat herself across from the ice mage. “It might give other people the wrong idea.”
Gray frowned in consternation. “What do you mean?”
“Removing your clothes for no reason.” At Gray’s confused look, Lucy sighed and got up. “Then just watch.”
Flicking a quick glance at the door to see the lock was secure (not that it mattered since Natsu and probably Erza would probably just break it down if they couldn’t get in), she slid her hands to the hem of her shirt. Making sure to keep eye contact, Lucy pulled her tank top over her head and dropped it to the ground. Still watching him, her hands moved to her belt and slowly unbuckled it before it too slid down and joined the shirt on the floor.
Gray’s mind had gone completely blank. He watched the stellar spirit mage divest herself of her clothing with a faint numbness and a growing heat while being trapped by those patiently warm brown eyes. He swallowed hard. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen Lucy in quite so little clothing before -- the women in Fairy Tail weren’t really known for their modesty, and there had been a swimsuit competition for the beauty contest -- but here, in Lucy’s own small home, it seemed almost too intimate. “Lucy,” his voice came out strangled. “Maybe you should stop.”
Lucy, who had unbuckled the fastening to her skirt and was in the process of pulling down the zipper, looked at him with knowing eyes. “Do you get it now?”
“Huh?” Gray stared dumbly at her as his mind sifted through their conversation -- was it really that long ago? -- and then, “Ah. Wait so does that mean people think that when I’m taking off my clothes too?”
Lucy sighed as she buttoned herself back up and leaned down to pick up her shirt. “Probably not anymore, once they become used to it, but you could probably give an unsuspecting girl a heart attack with all that stripping.”
Gray’s hands, which had strayed to his own belt as he stared at Lucy’s ass curving as she leaned down, stilled. Then a wicked smirk bloomed on his face as he met Lucy’s eyes again.
Shirt in hand and now upright, Lucy’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at the expression on Gray’s face. “What is it?”
Deliberately, Gray removed his own belt and dropped it on the floor with an audible clink.
“Gray, didn’t I just say--?”
“It’s not for no reason,” he interrupted. He pulled off his shirt, and his hands strayed to fastenings on his low hanging pants.
Lucy’s eyes widened as she backed up a step or two, landing her just outside her bedroom. Gray’s smirk widened. “What’s the reason?” Gray felt his cock twitch as he listened to the raspy edge of her voice.
Sliding down both pants and boxers, he looked at her and winked. “Sex is easier without clothes.” Stepping out from the puddle of clothing, proudly erect, he tilted his head and adopted the most innocent expression he could muster. “Don’t you think?”
Lucy just laughed and dropped her shirt.