26 - Lucy

It's been three days since we've returned from our beach outing. Grey kept his distance as I got quit a lot of alone time with Natsu. I do feel bad for him, not knowing what had happened with his hand over the weekend, let's be frank here when he kissed me after trying to clear up the misunderstanding; both of his hands had been fine so whatever happened must have happened afterwards. I never got the change to ask him out about it, seeing how he kept himself away at a safe length.

Standing in front of the microwave oven, I ready myself a bowl of popcorn. The few episodes that I've missed over the weekend of my favorite K-drama 'Boys over Flowers', replays in about thirty minutes. This is one of the many things that I miss about Grey Fullbuster, we would've never missed an episode and if we did for some odd reason he would always come over and watch the reruns with me.

My doorbell suddenly plays its chime throughout the apartment. At a quick pace I make my way to the front door. I fling the door open to find the person, that I've just thought about, standing broadly in the doorway. "Grey, what are you doing here?" I question as I scan the corridor for anybody else but it's empty. "I have to talk to you. May I come in?" He quipped. As I mule the matter over, my microwave pinged, letting me know that the popcorn had reached its assigned time. "I need to get that. Please come in and close the door behind you," I say as I rush towards the kitchen. Any slower and I'm sure that the smoke would signal the alarm.

After a moment I join Grey in the living area, already seated on the sofa. I put the bowl down onto the tiny table before taking my seat in beside him. The TV's softly playing in the background. "I'm sorry about kissing you," he apologized but I swipe it away with the back of my hand. Uncomfortably he shuffles around before saying (apparently trying to make some small take): "So you and flame brain, huh? He never seemed like your type." I sighed deeply, I could just as well inform him about the how-precisely-Natsu-Dragneel-fits-into-the-picture issue. I turn my attention towards Grey, "There's something that I think you odd to know?" Before he could even acknowledge my question I continued: "Natsu Dragneel is the Cherry blossom, pinky promise boy that I've been broken apart about." It feels good to get that off my chest. "Say what? Are you sure?" I just nod my head in an answering manner. "Well that surely explains a lot." I was just about to take the bowl of fluffy goodness when Grey's good hand gently wraps around mine.

I snug in an unexpected breath before turning my attention back towards him. As my eyes captures his, he traps my lips beneath his warmly. I fall into the moment, kissing him back hungrily. Quickly standing up from my spot, sitting back down; pinning him to the sofa. "You have no idea how much I've missed you," he whispers into my ear. Leaving behind a trail of goosebumps as if he's giving it permission to coat my outer covering. Within record time our lips are back to being glued together. My fingers gently tugging at the shorter hairs in his neck, while he teases me with a load of angel kisses; down my neck and comes to a soft landing at the crease of my breasts. It's been so long since I've been molded by his skillful hands. These practiced lips of his had always been my weakness. I swoon in utter pleasure on his lap as the image of a certain boy pops into my head and fills me up with regret.

I pull away instantly, "I'm sorry Grey, but I can't do this." He stood up quickly, "Please Lu, I love you!" I shook my head and hold a hand out in front of me, pointing out that he should keep his distance. "No Grey, we shouldn't. You're with Juvia now. You love Juvia." As much as that statement hurts me, I know that it's the only way. I've been falling over and over again, after I've dumped him and it kills me to see him with her at school, but this is the only way. I know that I need him and I will always love him but this haunts me more, giving up on us like he never meant anything to me. The part of me that's not hurting is curious to see where this thing between Natsu and me could be heading. "Please don't hurt Juvia like you've hurt me with a lame misunderstanding?" I begged of him. The heartache is shallowly readable within his gaze and I can't deny that it's hurting me too but still he nods in understanding.