Flares of passion

The next day:

Feeling eyes over her, Flare looked to where Fairy Tail was located but instead of finding her new desire she was disappointed to see only Lucy.

“Blondie”

“Huh, she’s covered in bruises” Lucy watched as Flare gave her one of her patented crazy expressions.

“Flare…Don’t make such a pathetic scene a second time.” The armored mage said without looking at her “Who do you think you have to thank for winning?”

Flare knew who she had to thank, the same teammate that last night restrained her while she was being beaten. “B-but…blondie was looking over here…”

A cold, metallic gauntlet covered her mouth to stop her protests “do you want to be beaten again?”

“I…I’m sorry. Please…forgive me” Flashes from last night still fresh for Flare. The mage dropped her and returned his gaze to the match, for which Flare was grateful for the small respite.

Lucy saw the entire exchange and felt bad for her, even if Flare gave her a hard time no one deserved to be threaded like that.

Several days had to pass before Flare could fully recover and she could make her move on Natan. Having to wait was despairing, but she needed to be fully healed for what she wanted to do with the slayer.