After the messy pancake incident, both of you had to take a shower...not together of course. You put on a white undershirt and threw a (f/c) jacket over it. You put on some shorts and lied down on your comfy bed. A few minutes later, Sting lied down next to you, his hair still wet from his shower.

"What do you wanna do today?" you asked Sting.

The male turned over so he was lying on his stomach and he rested his chin on his fist, "I wanna go out, Rogue said I could take a break."

"Really?" you questioned, "Well we better make the most of that 'break', before Rogue drags you back to the guild."

Sting laughed lightly, "True."

You sat up and got ahold of his wrist, pulling him up, "C'mon."

"Alright."

>>Time Skip<<

You and Sting were casually walking around when you had decided to take off your jacket, you begun taking it off while walking, but Sting stopped you and put it back on you. You looked at him and pulled on it so it showed your left shoulder and he pulled it back up so it covered you again.

You smiled and did the same thing three more times, each time Sting had pulled it back up so you couldn't show off any skin. You smirked and put your hand on your jacket, giving the impression you were going to take it off, and Sting slapped your hand away, before grabbing it.

"Stop," he warned, "I don't want guys checking out what's MINE."

You laughed and held his hand, calming him down, "Alright, if you say so. Can I at least say your little stunt back there was adorable?"

He pretended to think about it, "How about...NO."

>>Time Skip<<

The two of you ended up going to the park, you sat down on the bench beside Sting, preparing to eat the ice cream the two of you had bought. When you had finished your ice cream, you decided to grab Sting's strangely uneaten ice cream.

"Hey!" the male yelled.

You stuck your tongue out at him and prepared to take the first bite of Sting's ice cream, you glanced at him, only to see the male look defeated. You guiltily handed back the ice cream and gave him a peck on the cheek, hoping he would forgive you.

Instead, he rolled his eyes at your VERY predictable move. You pouted and watched as he shot you a glance and smiled slightly.

"I love you Sting~" you cooed.

He grunted, but he responded nonetheless, but the way he said it sounded like, "Lab you chuu."

"You're adorable," you giggled.

"You're horrible," he grunted.

You shot him an annoyed look but rested your head on his shoulder anyways, you closed your eyes and eventually lulled yourself to sleep.

>>Time Skip<<

Sting gently poked your cheek, and then poked it again. Your faced scrunched up in annoyance and you buried your face into his chest, wanting nothing but to sleep.

Sting chuckled, "Now look who's the adorable one."

You punched his chest lightly, too sleepy to put in more effort, "Shut up."

"C'mon. I can carry you if you want," he offered.

"All right," you whispered.

So, Sting ended up giving you a piggyback ride all the way home. You fell asleep on his back and buried your face into his shoulder.

When the both of you got home, Sting had put you down and you proceeded to take off your jacket. You set it aside and caught Sting looking at you, more specifically, your undershirt. You raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms.

"What?" you questioned.

"Pull your shirt up and fix it, I can see your bra strap," he stated rather bluntly.

"Oh."

You blushed in embarrassment and turned around and fixed your shirt. When you were done, you looked at the male, and it was now his turn to give you a bewildered look.

"What?" he questioned.

"Nothing," you muttered, "I just expected another reaction coming out of you."

"Now I'm hurt, Y/N. Sure, I'm a man and I have urges that need to be taken care of, but that doesn't mean I'd take advantage of you. I love you and if you don't wanna, then I can and will wait," he stated.

"...I'm sorry, Sting, I just assumed-"

He cut you off by wrapping his arms around you, "If you thought that, I wouldn't blame you, I have to admit that there were instances when I just wanted to tear your clothes off."

"That's nice to know," you commented sarcastically.

"On a more serious note," he began, "I love you, okay? Nothing will change that, I love everything about you, not just your body. Do not forget that, EVER. Your beautiful, your amazing and your perfect in so many ways that I can't count...I love you, okay?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, speechless at what he just said. You pathetically buried your face into his chest, unable to say anything. Sting hugged you back and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"...I don't want you gone, Y/N. You're the greatest thing that had ever happened to me," he whispered.

"Had," you repeated his words, "Past tense."

"You're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me," he corrected himself, "...thanks for ruining the moment, you twit."

You pulled on a strand of his blonde hair, making him grunt in pain, "I heard that, you're right beside my ear, you dimwit."

"Ouch! Okay, stop! I'm sorry!" he exclaimed.

You pulled away from him and sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside you. Sting immediately sat down and begun playing with your hair, at some point you had fallen asleep on his shoulder and you remained asleep until SOMEBODY woke you up.

You groaned softly and looked up to find Sting's face oddly far from yours. Your face scrunched up in confusion and you shifted in your position so your chin rested on something comfy.

"Why am I here? I thought I was sleeping on your shoulder," you asked.

"Was," he mimicked you, "Past tense. Your sleeping on my lap, love. Specifically on my d-"

"I get it, don't finish the sentence," you said, sitting up.

"Your still on my lap," he stated.

You got off of the male and stood up. You walked away and changed into an oversized sweater and a pair of shorts. You took off your bra and tossed it somewhere in the room, making a mental note to keep it before Sting saw it.

"STING," you called, louder than necessary.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU LOUD WOMAN," he yelled back.

"YOU WANT SOME ICE CREAM?" you shouted.

"YES PLEASE. I WOULD LIKE THAT VERY MUCH," he answered.

"THEN GET UP AND BUY SOME, I'M HUNGRY," you demanded.

"WHAT THE HELL, NO."

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR WHOLE SPEECH ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU LOVED ME?"

"I DO LOVE YOU, BUT RIGHT NOW I'M TEACHING YOU A LESSON."

You rolled your eyes and knew you had to result in humiliating yourself, in other words, you had to beg. Not the type where you got on your knees, but the type when you basically had to turn him on so you could get what you want. That showed how far you would go for ice cream.

Luckily, you always found a way to get what you want.

You sat down on his lap and batted your eyelashes, "Sting, please?"

Sting looked at you, shocked at your sudden mood change, he quickly shook his head and looked at you seriously, "No."

"That's too bad."

You moved so you were basically straddling him, your finger tracing the spot where his abs were. Sting gulped, knowing you were doing this to get what you wanted, still...it felt good.

You kissed his neck, gently nibbling on it, making him groan, "Y-Y/N...stop."

You smirked, it was working. He was beginning to crack, which meant he would eventually give in and buy you the ice cream you oh-so desperately wanted. You breathed down his neck before your hands trailed lower to his pants, where you fumbled with his belt.

"I'll ask you one more time...please?" you whispered seductively.

Sting nodded pathetically and you smiled and gently planted a kiss on his lips, "Good boy."

You got off of him and watched as he awkwardly walked out of the room. You snickered before crossing your legs and began waiting for Sting and his ice cream.

>>Time Skip<<

"Open your mouth."

"No."

"Open your mouth, please?"

"NO."

"OPEN YOUR GODDAMNED MOUTH BEFORE I SPLIT YOUR HEAD IN HALF."

He did as you wanted and opened his mouth slightly as you happily fed him his ice cream. You were sitting on his lap once again, treating him like he was a child. Sting never wanted to admit it, because he was a damn proud bastard, but he secretly enjoyed being pampered.

"See that wasn't so hard, now was it?" you smiled.

"I suppose not."

You continued eating the ice cream and when you had finished, you were about to keep the ice cream but Sting held you back, not letting you move an inch.

"Sting?"

His breath brushed against your ear as he let out a groan, "It's been hard ever since you turned me on awhile ago. Fix it for me?"

"Hell no!"

"Please?"

"No. You do it yourself!"

"What do you expect me to do?"

"I dunno!"

"Fix it."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

His hand slipped under your sweater as he slid his fingers up your body. He smirked dangerously as he found out you weren't wearing a bra. He groaned as he rubbed his member against your womanhood.

"Sting..."

"What?"

"The ice cream is getting to your head."

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If you didn't know, the chapter title:"Harlequin" is actually an alternate name for "Neapolitan" which is chocolate, vanilla and strawberry ice cream pit together. I wanted to make the name "Neapolitan" but I wanted to make it different.

Have a nice day everyone!

:3

~A.S~