Author's Note & Disclaimer

I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters.

It's Kass! This originally was supposed to be a quick one-shot of Stinglu/Stincy but it's gotten so long on my word file that I'll need to break it into chapters...I haven't written in months! I've been suffering from writer's block but then Stinglu happened and I just had this urge to write a fanfic. Anyway, I'm glad I'm writing again (Have to update my Arcana Famiglia one! Don't kill me!) Might be a little OC! Rated M for later events! (Although I apologize if my lemon is awkward_) No set update dates. I might not update till I'm completely finished. I won't say anything because then I'll get your hopes up and take longer;_;. Kay, Enjoy!

Lucy sighed in content, massaging her tired muscles in the public hot springs. The moon hung low in the sky, dark clouds trying to hide it from view. It was beautiful.

Team Natsu had just finished up a tough job and she had decided to treat herself to a nice relaxing bath, BY HERSELF. Erza had tried to come along but she had refused so profusely that the rest of the members understood Lucy wouldn't let them come either and if they came, Lucy would probably kill them. Okay, maybe not kill them since Lucy wasn't Erza but they didn't want to anger Lucy either. Lucy giggled, she loved her team but she just needed some down time. The job had taken a toll on her body, leaving her back aching from the constant weight from her bust.

Lucy wasn't really alone though; she had her celestial spirits to accompany her. She knew that Loke would love to join her but she had specifically instructed them to not come. Lucy settled her head on a bundle of towels that she had laid on the concrete beside the water; she slowly closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander. She was just beginning to write the next chapter of her book in her head when she heard soft noises coming from the dark end of the hot spring.

She tilted her head to the side; she thought she had been alone…

She made her way towards the giant rock that casted the shadow of the dark side of the bath. She tried to be as stealthy as she could; Aquarius would yell at her for being as graceful as a cat in water except the cat would still be able to be swim better and quieter. She stifled a laugh. Idiot, be quiet. Aquarius would tell her. As she got closer she began to distinguish the sound as numerous noises that caused her to blush. She didn't want to intrude but something forced her to look behind the rock. She covered her mouth to stop herself from gasping. His blond hair was hanging low, falling beneath his shoulders, while his upper-half of his body gleamed from the water droplets hanging onto it. Her eyes appraised the fine lines of muscle on his body and his sharp jawline. He didn't notice her; he was too busy kissing the red haired woman in front of him. Lucy was slowly making her way back, her eyes never leaving his lips, when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at her. Her eyes opened wide with embarrassment and she quickly made her way back to her towels, stealth forgotten. He had seen her. He had seen her staring at him. He had seen her. Her heart was racing rapidly; she didn't know if it had been because of the adrenaline coursing through her or if it was because…of him…

She swore she had seen him smirk at her. She was sure that he had bitten the woman's lips as a message to her. She didn't know…she didn't understand what it meant. He could have been teasing her…Yet…somehow…Lucy hoped a little that it meant he wanted her kiss too…or maybe she just wanted his kiss…Lucy was startled by seeing such a wild kiss…that was probably why she felt the need to experience it too…? Her thoughts were jumbled and

She changed into her outfit quickly, trying to put as much distance as she could from that scene…and him. Her tight black jeans hugged her voluptuous hips. Her gray sweater, usually worn to bed during the winter, covered her behind. It hid her shape which was unusual since Lucy had always worn tight clothes but she hadn't put much thought in her outfit when she suddenly had the urge to go to the bathing house at midnight. She had slipped on the jeans and some brown boots and dashed out of the hotel after arguing with Natsu and the others. She was glad they had listen to her and had not come since she wouldn't have to tell them what she saw or what she had thought of afterwards…

{STING'S POV}

He knew she would be there. He had chosen that place on purpose. He had wanted her to see him. When he had first laid eyes on her on the Grand Magic Games he knew that he wanted her. No, not just as a one night stand but as a lover. He wanted to have her in his arms. He had felt a fire burning through his body, coursing through his veins. She was the one…? He wanted her to be…He wanted her to be…what exactly did he want her to be? He wasn't sure yet but he hadn't done anything to indicate his interest in her during the games or afterwards. She hadn't left his thoughts. She had always been in the corner of his mind. Always haunting him in his dreams and leaving an ache in his body in the morning. He had felt repulsed by the thoughts at first because he felt like an obsessed creep but when he had seen her by chance during a mission he knew…he knew he had to do something about it. It tortured him. He hadn't properly had sex with a woman in months because of her. It would leave him with feelings of guilt and betrayal for unknown reasons. It wasn't like he was her boyfriend or anything yet he couldn't bring himself to have sex with someone else.

He had immediately broken the kiss with the woman when he heard her leave the bathing house. She complained but he ignored her, his thoughts on a certain blonde woman. He left the bathing house, her smell lingering in the air. He could go after her…but he knew he had to wait. He wanted her to think about what she saw, about him for a day or two before he appeared before her. That was the entire purpose of this, to make her think about him not Natsu-san.

Rouge had simply shrugged and said that he was stupid. Sting had argued that she wasn't Natsu-san's mate yet so she was still free game. Rouge had told him to do whatever he wanted but to keep in mind that even though that was true it didn't mean that Natsu-san wasn't planning on making her his mate. Sting had left, not discouraged, but determined to make her his…but by his did he mean making her into his mate…? What did he want her to be? His lover…but just his lover…? The thoughts confused him so he left them alone.

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Sting had miscalculated. He hadn't known she would be leaving the town the next day. He sped up the job with Rouge and made his way back to Sabertooth. He had wanted to go straight to Lucy but he was the guild's master now. It had taken months for him to actually be able to go out on a mission just to de-stress. He had to report back in and take care of things only the master had to worry about. He told himself he would visit Lucy when he was done with his duties but then two weeks passed and he realized he wouldn't be able to go anytime soon…

"I'll take care of things while you're gone."

Sting looked up from the papers he was filling out, startled by Rouge's sudden suggestion. He opened his mouth to protest but his heart began to pick up speed at the thought of being able to go see Lucy. Rouge rolled his eyes, "We need a guild master whose thoughts and heart are at ease."

Sting flew at Rouge, hugging him tightly, crying in delight, "Thank you!"

Rouge looked at Sting's back as he ran out of the guild. That was the Sting he knew—the childish, always pursuing what he wants, laughing, smiling, energetic, and womanizer Sting. He frowned. He still wasn't sure Sting knew for certain what he felt for Lucy. Sting had always been a womanizer. He knew a woman's body as well as his own but he never was really satisfied. He was trying to fill in a hole too large to be filled by just any woman. Rouge knew this because he had had the same need too. The need to find someone, to find his mate. He hadn't acted upon his primal desires as often as Sting had because he had more self-control but when he found her…his prided self-control began to deteriorate. Even now he was having a hard time keeping himself in check. He didn't know if she felt the same way and so he hadn't advanced on her. He didn't even realize what it meant when she began to cloud his thoughts, when her scent had begun to send his heart into overdrive. He didn't know until Frosch told him one day that he was in love. Frosch had begun crying. Frosch was delighted that Rouge finally found someone but Frosch didn't understand the complexity of human love. Rouge was unsure of what to do next. He hadn't told Sting yet because he wanted to deal with it on his own…but it seemed to him that Sting was experiencing the same thing he had felt…he just hadn't realized it yet…Rouge could tell him but this was something Sting would have to discover on his own.

{{Lucy's POV}}

It had been around two weeks since Lucy had seen Sting in the bathing house. As much as she wanted the memory to go away, the look in his eyes haunted her. She thought about wanting to be wrapped up in his arms. She thought of wanting to kiss him. She wondered about how it would feel to be his only one. She wondered about too many things that she shouldn't have. She felt guilty that she was thinking about him. Lucy had Natsu. She liked Natsu…She had a crush on him…but she couldn't stop thinking about Sting. Lucy kept hoping it would go away, that it was just a passing feeling…a brief moment of lust…

Lucy looked outside her opened window; a small breeze causing her to shiver. She was dressed lightly. Her short, tight faded yellow blouse exposed her breasts and belly button while her pink shorts barely covered her bottom. It was a good thing it was late at night and the possibility of a stranger seeing her was slim. Natsu and Happy had fallen asleep in her apartment again and she had barely managed to send them home over an hour ago. She smiled, her mind wandering. She didn't notice when he entered her room. It wasn't until she closed her window, and stretched her arms that she noticed him standing behind her, hidden in the shadows.

{{Sting's POV}}

Sting quickly covered her mouth with his hand, gesturing to her to not be so loud. He removed his hand and backed away slowly to show her he wasn't an enemy.

"What are you doing here?! How did you know I lived here?! How did you get in here?! Why are you here?!" She whispered, her voice trembling with nervousness and anger

"Because you're here. Your scent. The door. To see you." He answered, too wound up to actually respond in full sentences

His blood was boiling; his hands were itching to touch her. He could feel the tension in the room increasing by the second. He wished he could touch her again…He wanted to touch her.

"Lector, do you mind leaving us alone for a while?" He whispered

"Already ahead of you." Lector said, heading towards the door

Lucy's eyes followed Lector out the door, her hands grabbing at her shorts. He approached her slowly, whispering, "I'll stop if you tell me to." Her eyes widened, but she nodded. He bit his lips; it was a nervous habit of his.

[A/N: ;_; what might considered too detailed? I think I'll be okay...but if I'm not then I might move this fanfic to adultfanfiction]