Naturally, Lucy had her own marvels about this intimate moment and though they were nothing like the “shoujo manga” he thought of or Erza’s “smutty novels,” she supposed they were just as special if not superior. But, of course. Of course. Knowing her luck, they weren’t given the time. She cringes immediately upon hearing the scraping sounds at the door and she resigned herself to continue to do her best.

Lucy stands up, her legs feeling slightly weak from all the running she did prior to the current state of affairs. Despite this, however, she decidedly evades the feeling lethargy, dusting herself off in a swift motion before offering him a hand. She glances around the room. “Should we start by pushing the bed first … or?” Her eyes scan towards the nearest chair and using her foot, she reaches out for it and drags it into her grasp. With this she puts it under the door, wedging it between the handle and the ground. She only hopes it could hold until they could devise a better safe covering.

“Once we’re safe, I owe you one.” A nap that is. That’s the least she could offer, at least once these abrupt threats were tossed out of the way.