You & I

Ch. 27

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Lucy. . ." Sting turned around to face her--but quickly turned his back on her. Embarrassed. "I-I'll come back. Let me just get a sweater." He said. Looking at himself without a shirt.

"Sting--please don't leave me." Lucy gripped harder onto his wrist.

"I wouldn't leave you. Not again. Not ever," he said. "And it's awfully late--but I'm sorry, Lucy for what I've done." He turned around and bent low. "I know I've been the worst and completely unacceptable!" He chuckled. "But--"

Lucy shook her head, letting go of Sting's wrist. "Please say no more."
Sing nodded and left Lucy alone.

"Please don't make me want you more than I already do, Sting. . ." She muttered to herself. She got up and went to the kitchen.

"Lucy, why don't you put on some new clothes? The one's your wearing right now are soaked--you'll catch a cold." Sting told her. Lucy leaned against the wall.

"I'm confused." Lucy said in a monotonous voice.

"About what?" Sting inquired.

"You called me 'blondie' again. We hate each other; you have another woman--and I'm not that stupid to know what you were going to say next. . ."

"Well, I do feel sorry for what I did. And, I'm fine if you wouldn't want me. But know that I really do love you. My feelings are absolute--but what's your say, an honest answer?" Sting looked straight into her eyes.

"I've hated you for what you've done to me. . . but I have also loved you even afterwards," Lucy then looked down in embarrassment. "Show me that you're feelings are what you say they are. Show me that they are true!"

Sting walked towards Lucy, he gently caressed her cheek. "I'll show it. I'll make you remember it." He said before his lips slowly touched Lucy's.  The woman's hands were resting against his chest. 

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Lucy was in the kitchen preparing breakfast since the two of them had to go continue the filming for the whole day today.

"Blondie. . ." Sting hugged her from behind. Lucy giggled.

"Yes, Sting-ray? What do you need?" Lucy inquired as she kept preparing the food.

"I'm hungry. . ." Sting groaned as he rest his head on Lucy's shoulder. Lucy rubbed Sting's head and laughed again.

"Breakfast's nearly done, Eucliffe." She told him.

"No. . . ," Sting shook his head. "I'm hungry for something else. . ." Sting said and at that moment--Lucy felt his hands going under her shirt.

She quickly turned around--"Sting!" She reprimanded him. She pushed him away and glared at him. "You pervert."

"Aw! C'mon, blondie! You loved what we did last night!" He exclaimed--grabbing the plates and setting them on the table. Lucy sat down in the seat in front of him.

"I don't know." She simply shrugged. Beginning to eat her food.

"Blondie!" Sting groaned. Playing with his food. "You loved everything we did last night. You're the one who wanted it all. . . and we even did a bit of it this morning, too!" Sting sighed.

"Sting, stop being such a baby and hurry up," Lucy guffawed. "Let's go." She said, grabbing her jacket. Sting sighed

Aaaaaand no breakfast, too. . . Sting told himself. He followed after Lucy and got into the car with her.

By the time Sting had parked in the parking lot near the studio--he was still in a glum mood.

"Sting," Lucy called. Sting hummed in response and turned his head towards her--to his surprise, she planted a soft kiss on his lips and smiled, gleefully. "Happy, Eucliffe?"

Sting nodded his head slowly. "Very." He said, using his hand to cover his flabbergasted face.

Lucy laughed whilst getting out of the car. He can keep a straight face when we're doing it in bed--but he can't keep it cool when I just kiss him. She shook her head, laughing.

Sting looked at himself using the car mirror. Shut up, Eucliffe. He told himself mentally. He buttoned his blouse even higher to hide particular. . . marks.

"Mr. Eucliffe," Ryan had called when Sting got into the studio.

"Yeah?" The blond walked over to the director.

"We're starting the filming again now,"

"Ah, alright! I'll get dressed!" Sting rushed to the dressing room--and when he approached it. He could hear two feminine voices. He froze and listened.

"Both of you came together, huh." One voice had said. In a rather harsh tone.

"What's it to you, Minerva?" Lucy stared daggers at the woman.

"No reason, Heartfilia. But, you know how Sting is at times!" Minerva snickered, an awful smile glued to her face. "He can just pick up girls all he wants, and they'll still follow the bastard."

"It's not a lie--but if you're actually gonna go for Sting. He chose me." She said, which made Sting smile a bit to himself.

"Minerva." Sting said, showing himself. Lucy gasped seeing him. "I apologize if you saw love happening between us. I used you. And I apologize--however if you lay a hand on my children and even on Lucy--I promise I will ruin you." He started glaring at her. She gave the same stare back.

"Whatever, Eucliffe." She gritted her teeth. "I guess our relationship is just. . . a business one. Shitheads." She cursed at them before getting her clothes for the movie.

"You should get ready, too." Lucy said to Sting. He kissed her on the crook of her neck. Which made her giggle a bit at the ticklish touch.

"Of course." He sweetly whispered.

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