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An Exercise in Futility

Part 2 of 2

Warning: Here be the chapter that warrants the M rating.

Gray calmly evaluates his situation for a week. He rationally arrives at a few conclusions: 1.) Loke might be closer to getting under Lucy's skirt than he is. 2.) Lucy is letting him get closer. 3.) Gray should probably kill Loke before he can sully Lucy's maidenly virtue (and so that Gray can do that instead).

"Should" and "probably" do not necessarily add up to "will" (especially since the target in question is, in fact, more or less immortal), so Gray decides to settle for only the last part of his third conclusion. He will get under Lucy's skirt. Soon.

There is also: 4.) The thrill of competing with Loke leaves Gray almost as excited as Lucy's frequent clothing mishaps, but he doesn't like to think about that.

After some hesitation, Gray resolves to move forward slowly (he'd rather lose any contest than hurt his precious nakama, after all). So, he kisses her (only a little). Honestly, he can't really resist the first one. Lucy was being all adorable as she tried to find a mission with a favorable reward to damage ratio; she had her chin propped up with her fingers, and her pink hair ribbon had flopped over to the side like droopy little rabbit ears. He stood in front of her, and, just when she looked up at him to protest, he simply replaced her fingers with his own and swooped down for one gentle peck. He smiled, and she looked a little lost before she smiled too. Mirajane, the only witness, had giggled delightfully into her hand and run off to find Happy before the couple even noticed that she had been there.

When his intentions are clear, Lucy lets him take her out on dates-nice dates, Lucy-appropriate dates. They go to dinner and for walks in the park. Sometimes, he just takes her to the library and laughs at how cute she is when she finds a book she hasn't read. Other times they go on dates that are not exactly normal. They ice skate in spring. They get kicked out of a museum for indecent exposure. The latter did not amuse Lucy, but she reluctantly enjoyed the former despite falling on several occasions (and a suspicion that Gray purposely created situations designed to make her skirt fly up). The two become almost inseparable, and Gray sometimes found himself twirling her key to the lion's gate between his fingers while he kisses her. He likes to think of it as a form of gloating (he does not like to think of it as anything else).

Still, Gray does not feel as though he has tasted victory yet (he also hasn't tasted too much of Lucy and feels the two might be connected). He kisses her harder and more often. He often gets too quickly lost in the sweetness of her lips and the softness of her body pressed against his and is sometimes blindsided when he tastes a hint of another in the corner of her mouth. He accidentally seeks it out on more than one occasion before he reminds himself of where it probably came from.

Even then, he finds that he appreciates the variety of flavor as much as he appreciates the way that Lucy smiles at him like he's the best thing she's ever seen, and this confuses him.

Kisses turn into heated caresses and sexual tension before too long. Lucy doesn't suddenly turn into a seductive vixen (her track record in that department is far too disheartening), but as summer reaches its zenith, Gray begins to notice that Lucy becomes much more forward with her affections. It's almost too much for him to keep up with. He'd still been simply savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his when he realizes that the thing she was doing with her fingertips made him need her naked and moaning as soon and often as possible. He chooses to ignore the way that she smiles at him when she does it, like she already knows the effect her fingers will have on a man's skin.

Finally (and not a moment too soon—an ice mage is not meant to stand such prolonged heat), Lucy lets him under her skirt.

She blushes only a little, and, when she squirms towards his fingers rather than shyly withdrawing into the mattress, Gray is more than slightly surprised. In fact he is shocked and dumbfounded. There is a large difference between the hint of another's kisses and the proof of Lucy's experience. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a celestial key glowing on Lucy's bedside table. It somehow seemed smug. He had been rather foolishly underestimating his rival. Still, with Lucy laid out before him, he can hardly feel as though he has lost. Perhaps this particular competition had room for more than one victor.

It's odd, but Gray feels no need to erase the memory of Loke's touches or to mark Lucy as his own territory. It's not just because he somehow senses that he cannot do this-that Lucy's relationship with her celestial spirit exists independently of her relationship with him. He finds himself running his fingers along her skin and wondering if Loke thought she felt like silk, too. He wonders if Loke had wanted to kiss the inside of her elbow, if he had given in and made Lucy moan while doing it. Had she said Loke's name like she'd moaned Gray's?

He smirks at the newly discovered challenge and is determined to make sure that the lion spirit will have to work extra hard if he wants Lucy to scream louder than Gray will be making her tonight.

He decides to skip the pre-show; Lucy doesn't need as many encouraging caresses to persuade her to accept his touch. She moans as he slides two fingers inside of her at once, he wiggles his fingertips so they brush against her in all the right places. Before she can adjust to the pleasure, he's pressing his tongue against her. She's moaning and squirming now, and, when he gazes up, her eyes are closed tight and her cheeks are flushed. It looks as though she might be trying to hold back, so he calls her name, low as only he can say it and into her skin. He uses a little bit of his special brand of magic, and Lucy moans suddenly and sounds like she's surprised. Gray puts a point in his column; Loke clearly hadn't made her feel that before.

Lucy brings his attention back where it belongs when she freezes mid-squirm and shudders just a bit as her eyes fall open. He smirks against her; evidently, the sight is too much, as her eyes squeeze closed again while her mouth opens wide in ecstasy. He hasn't stopped moving his fingers inside of her, and he savors the feeling of her body clenching around them.

When Lucy cries out his name, Gray feels an immense surge of pride. He almost wants to gloat in the direction of her golden keys. Before he has a chance to even look in that direction, Lucy's hands are gripping his shoulders in a style more reminiscent of her alter ego in Edolas. He finds himself suddenly in Lucy's arms and between her legs. She wraps her thighs around his hips and practically begs him with her warm brown eyes. Her blonde hair is spread across the pillow like a halo, except for the errant strands that cling to her neck or around her face. He suddenly cares less about making Loke profoundly envious and more about staring into the depths of Lucy's eyes as he makes her flush; he's profoundly grateful that she never makes expressions by halves.

He moans into her ear as he pushes himself inside her. He cannot help it. He can only hope that it sounds manly and arousing. Lucy pushes herself further around him and he cannot help but moan again-despite other evidence, she certainly doesn't feel like this isn't her first time.

Gray's never been with a girl with such ample breasts, and he's easily distracted by how they move with each thrust. He resolves to spend hours worshipping them at some point (he wonders what creative things Loke might have done with them).

For a while there is only rhythm, waves of pleasure rising and falling with each shift of one or the other's hips. There is very little thinking, only feeling; Lucy has that effect. Gray feels only warmth and perfection and pleasure. He growls into Lucy's ear as he snaps his hips and buries himself as deeply inside of her as he possibly can. Some part of him wants to slam his hands together like Ur taught him so that he can anchor Lucy in place and trap himself inside of her. Lucy's entire body clenches like she agrees with the sentiment.

In the aftermath, they breathe. Gray lays his head between Lucy's breasts; he smiles into the soft flesh. He can't see it, but Lucy smiles sweetly to herself as she wraps her arms around Gray's back. She nuzzles his hair a little bit when she regains motor control. Gray feels loved. In a moment they will need to meet each other's gaze. Now, they simply lie still and revel in the feeling of their higher functions blearily blinking themselves awake. They are calm and serene.

Then the clapping begins. Gray remembers something about the significance of shining keys and wonders exactly how long ago he'd seen one light up. Lucy blushes but isn't sure that she is really embarrassed (she'd been dreading bringing up this conversation). Loke smirks because he's going to enjoy meeting this new challenge head on.

Author's Note: As usual, I hope that you enjoyed and would greatly appreciate reviews and criticism! Also, I've noticed that I have a lot of love for parentheses and making Lucy a non-entity. I shall one day write from her perspective (maybe).