Gods and Dragons

Gods and Dragons chpt. 3

Throughout the entirety of the first task, Chelia Blendy had her eyes peeled for a certain blue haired Dragon Slayer.

The God Slayer knew it was foolish to get lost within her nature at such an event but she couldn't help it. Not even the threat of countless enemy mages could dissuade her from searching out her Dragon.

Several different times, Chelia had to resist the urge to run out and find her love. The urge to see her, to touch her again, was a strong one to deny. She wanted to make sure she was safe, or maybe she wanted to test her strength herself. It was a confusing mix of emotions.

Shaking her head, Chelia let out a sigh. She couldn't believe how far she had really gone. It hadn't been her intention to let things go so far. She had been obsessed, crazed even. The unsatible NEED she had experienced had overcome all rational thought or reason. She had kissed her. . .

She just had to talk to her. She was waiting anxiely by the finish line, looking for any sign of Wendy. She didn't know how much it would help or even what she was going to say but Chelia needed her to know that she wasn't like that. That she wasn't this uncontrollable monster. She was more than that. Wendy wasn't just some instinct.

The rest of Chelia's team were waiting patiently along side her, thankfully none mentioning her reasons for staying. She didn't know how much they knew but they were obviously respecting her wish to not talk about it.

Then she saw her. Walking through the finish line was Fairy Tail A. Wendy was surrounded by her teammates, those brown eyes searching out all wide and curious.

"Hey, Wendy!" The words just slipped out of her. All the pint up energy Chelia had been holding back released in a joyous shout. Her arms waving wildly above her head.

Her feet were moving before she realized it. Whatever ideas she had about not overacting proved fatal. The pink haired teen rushing forward, the wind guiding her.

Dozens of curious stares turned toward the God Slayer running toward the finish line but Chelia only had eyes for one. Turning like so many others at the sound, Chelia watched with apt attention Wendy's reaction. There was a flash of surprise as those brown eyes Chelia had practically dreamed over widened comically. Then Wendy smiled. Her shock quickly melting into what Chelia desperately hoped was happiness.

Chelia was a little surprised when she jumped into the air, Wendy doing the same. Closing the distance in a single graceful leap, Wendy met her all but knocking her to the ground. A pair of slender arms wrapping around the teen's waste as the two collided backwards.

Letting out an 'oof' at the impact, Wendy's small but surprisingly heavy form landed on top. Blue locks now spiraled about deliciously. The hair went everywhere. Wrapping and falling into Chelia's own, the two becoming a blend of blue and pink.

The teen found herself lost in lazy thought. Her hands weaving through the bluish pink tangle, admiring how it looked. It took her a few seconds to realize Wendy was speaking. Apologizing profusely actually. Chelia blinked at the sound.

"I'm so sorry!" She caught the end of a sputtering apology. "Are you hurt?"

'Was she hurt?' She thought, her head tilting in silent question. Of course she wasn't hurt. The force Wendy and her collided wasn't very hard. The God Slayer had even felt her magic cushion the blow slightly. While Wendy looked at her, eyes full of worry Chelia wasn't so worried. But the way Wendy's eyes danced across her form, looking so very caring was a very pleasing thought.

"Don't be sorry, Wendy." She laughed. With her left hand still entangled in blue hair, Chelia found her right suddenly rising up. Dancing across Wendy's cheek. Her touch was light, purposefully so.

While Wendy's scent was all around her, Chelia wanted to prove to her she wasn't a slave to her instinct. Delicately the pinket traced her fingers over the soft flesh of Wendy's cheek and forehead. Just to be able to feel her Dragon was like a drug.

Allowing her eyes to slide shut at the overwhelming sensation, Chelia missed Wendy's flushed expression. The blue haired girl just having realized she was practically straddling the other teen, Wendy becoming about five shades of red.

Hearing the little indignant squeak, Chelia cracked an eye open to stare up, her hands stopping their stroking motions. Even as this girls scent slowly drove her mad, Chelia could read the tense, uncomfortable look crossing those features.

"What's wrong?" Chelia asked. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

It was an unsettling thought. A frown already beginning to show. And she thought she was doing so well. What had she done wrong?

"No!" Wendy blurted out. "I-I mean . . . No. You're not upsetting me."

Wendy's outburst gave Chelia a burst of confidence that was bordering dangerous. Her skilled eyes searching intently over Wendy's form, looking for any hesitation. She didn't see any. There was a shy, unsure quality but the God Slayer reasoned she would look the same. Wendy wasn't afraid of her.

Her hand moved back up to Wendy's cheek, slowly. She was just testing the waters. Unsure herself what she was doing but she was still in control. She refused to lose herself with Wendy.. Her fingers moved absently over the Dragon Slayer's cheek once again, almost petting.

Wendy sighed. Her body actually reacting to the touch as she leaned forward, her slightly smaller frame squeezing to her chest. Wendy's small fingers clutched at the front of her shirt holding them together. The action was almost possessive. It brought a smile to Chelia's features.

The girl took a deep breath over top of her. Her frame so close to her own, Chelia could feel the rise and fall of her chest. Then still herself, her Dragon froze for a second, and then. . . a pair of soft lips touched against her own.

Chelia tensed up for a moment. The action had caught her completely off guard. Her mind screaming at her to react, to do something, anything. But her body was telling her another thing entirely. Instinctually she just knew she was so very close to losing her mind.

Her hands which were cupping Wendy's jaw suddenly stopped. Yanking them back to lay limp by her side, Chelia just avoiding having them slash across that beautiful face she was becoming to adore.

Inhaling sharply, Chelia felt her eyes widen beyond what felt possible. The things the sky were telling her, making her mad with arousal and blood lust all the same time. She tried to block it, tried so very hard not to be lost in Wendy's intoxicating aroma but it was no use.

Run. Just run. But she didn't . . . couldn't. You have too. It was the only option that didn't end with Chelia attacking her prey above.

Wendy oh so slowly, released her soft hold on her lips. The girl's eyes were still closed with a painfully sweet expression as she began to rise back up She was completely ignorant of the turmoil running through Chelia's very stiff body. Her slim fingers coiling lightly, daintily around Chelia's caller.

Her brown orbs began to open slowly. To Chelia it felt like a dagger seeing her preay so very trusting, so unprotected. As Wendy peered down at her with those wonderful eyes, it was the most heart wrenching expression.

She was waiting on her. Wendy's eyes were clouded with doubt and uncertainty. Waiting, just waiting for Chelia to do something. Anything!

Fingers resembling claws were clinching and unclenching by the God Slayers sides. Her breathing was becoming hard, not erratic but labored in it's heavy density. With far more strength then needed, Chelia managed to uncoil her hands.

She needed to leave. To go somewhere, anywhere to just be by herself. The pink haired girl needed time to think. To block out the maddening thoughts Wendy was bringing.

It was only natural to want her. To need her. This was what her magic was born to do. To eat, to devour Dragons. But no, not just any Dragon, this Dragon.

Silky blue hair began to play light feathery touches across her form as Wendy still unaware, looked down at her with Worry. Chelia broke the contract instantly. Pulling herself up by her elbows, the God Slayer pushed Wendy back.

Wendy was so shocked by the action she didn't even react right away. Raising herself up, brown tear filled eyes looked over to her for explanation. She didn't even try to defend herself just staring at her heartbroken. It was more than Chelia could bare to see.

"I-I'm sorry . . ." She ran.