Author's Note: This was a birthday present for my very good friend Taylor, an amazingly talented artist who draws beautiful NaLu works! Her url is phantombones on tumblr :) I highly recommend you check out her profile :D Her OTP is NaLu, she wanted a clubbing scene, & I couldn't resist sliding in a side of Gruvia, so… here this is. I hope you like it!
Dirty Dancing
Summary: Let's remove the space between me and you. [NaLu] [Gruvia]
She give me a fever
She got me stuck and I don't wanna leave her
Its burning up I know but I got a fever
Oh, with that body girl
You're such a Teaser
She give me a fever
The music was loud, pounding in her ears and thumping in her veins. Neon lights scattered across the dance floor, illuminating the grinding bodies and the colorful drinks lining the bar.
Lucy tugged the hem of her dress, a strapless blue dress that stopped mid-thigh with a sweetheart neckline and a white bow at the bust. She glanced around the dance club, her hair tied in a spiky ponytail with loose strands framing her face. Dimly lit, stuffy and packed—just as a nightclub would be on a Friday night. She was barely inside and she already felt five licentious gazes glued on her, following her every step and sending a crawl along her skin.
"Erza," Lucy called, taking hold of the girl's arm. "I'm not so sure about this—"
"Nonsense, Lucy," the scarlet-haired woman assured, flashing a dazzling smile. "You're new to the area, so what better way to meet people?"
Lucy frowned. She could think of twenty other ways to meet people—a coffee shop, a library, a shopping center—maybe somewhere where she didn't have to shout over the music, or avoid lecherous gazes trained on everything but her face.
"Well…" the blonde mumbled, pursing her lips. "What about Juvia? Isn't she supposed to be meeting people with me?" She glanced around, squinting her eyes through the neon lights. "Where is she, anyway? Juvia!"
Erza chuckled, glancing directly into the crowd. "I think Juvia's well in the spirit."
"Huh?" Lucy asked, following her line of sight, only for her eyes to pop out of her head.
There was Juvia: sweet, shy, modest Juvia—or… not?! She was all over a boy with dark hair and a silver chain around his neck, the pendant gleaming in the neon light as his hands pulled her closer and her fingers slid through his hair. Their lips were locked in a heated, fervent kiss, her mouth sliding over his as she tilted her head and brushed her fingers along his jaw. His own hand rose to the back of her neck, coaxing her mouth wider for his tongue that unabashedly slid in her mouth while she clutched the collar of his unbuttoned dress shirt and leaned further into him.
"O-Oh my—!" Lucy stammered, flaming red at the public display. "Juvia?!"
Erza stood beside her with a proud gleam in her eye, sparkles twinkling around her when the boy grabbed Juvia's backside and the girl mewled in satisfaction.
"Beautiful," Erza said, nodding in approval before turning towards Lucy. "Now, Lucy. Dance! Like Juvia!"
"Eh?!" Lucy shrieked, wrapping her arms around herself. "Th-That's not dancing—!"
"Dance!" Erza hollered again, blazing a path through the crowd.
"Erza!" Lucy shouted, reaching out, "Wait—!"
She twitched at the clubbers jumping out of the way of the scarlet beauty, narrowly dodging the infamous Dancing Demon's rampage. Before Lucy could follow after her, the sea of bodies reformed, making Erza disappear in the process.
The blonde paused, a heavy frown crossed her lips. Great. Now she was alone, in an unknown club, with one friend lost while the other—her eyes drifted towards Juvia, only for her face to erupt with a blush once more. Now Juvia was grinding on the boy, her leg wrapped around his waist while his hips rocked into hers. Their mouths were still locked, kissing just as fervidly as before, but then Juvia tore her lips away and tilted her head back, letting his mouth travel down her neck. The boy's shirt was suddenly gone—where did his shirt go?!—while Juvia's own dress was riding up her thighs, the straps falling off her shoulders while her wavy hair cascaded down her back.
Lucy whipped her gaze away, blocking the sight with her hand as her heart hammered in her chest. Juvia must have really liked him—she was never this bold with someone, especially in public—
"Are you lost?"
Lucy jumped, whirling around to the voice at her ear. "H-Huh?"
The boy tilted his head, raising a confused brow. His salmon colored hair matched the pink dress shirt he wore, his hands shoved casually in his black slacks with a black blazer over his shoulders.
His eyes traveled lower, from her head to her toe, and Lucy felt her cheeks warm under his shamelessly bold stare. His eyes were sharp, like the spikes of his hair, but when his gaze returned to hers, it didn't seem lewd. He said something, but his voice was lost to the blasting music, making Lucy frown as she pointed to her ear and shrugged.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a grin, revealing a sharp canine before he leaned close to her ear.
"You look like you're looking for someone," he repeated. "Can I help?"
His breath tickled her ear, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. He leaned back, cracking a friendly grin that enticed a smile of her own.
"I came with some friends," she replied, but the boy pointed to his ear. Lucy playfully rolled her eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder and tiptoeing up to his ear. "I came with friends," she reiterated, leaning on the toe of her high heels, "but I lost them."
"You're alone?" he said, and she blinked when she felt his arm slide around her waist. The action didn't feel perverse, though—it was almost protective, drawing her away from the other lecherous eyes on her as he brought her to his chest.
Her palm pressed against his torso, and she flushed under the firmness. Yep—those were definitely muscles she felt under his incredibly thin, silk dress shirt. Muscles, pink hair, sharp eyes and a nice smile—
"Did they ditch you?" he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. She blushed when she realized her hand had been absentmindedly trailing down his chest, leading his own fingers to press into her lower back in reflex.
"U-Um—" she stammered, gathering her scrambled thoughts. "They… we're supposed to meet new people…"
He snickered. "Really?" he answered, leaning back to look at her. "Doesn't seem like you're doing a good job."
Lucy met his gaze, blinking a few times. "What?"
"You're sticking out like a sore thumb," he said, closing his eyes in a cheeky grin. "And you look like kinda miserable."
The girl furrowed her brow in a weak scowl, pouting her lips. "I do not—"
"Figures someone like you wouldn't be here on their own," he muttered, dropping his arm from her waist.
"Huh?" she blinked, looking to his face. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"A dirty underground club's no place for a princess," the boy quipped, bending forward in a mock-bow.
Lucy narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "You think I think I'm too good for this place?"
Natsu straightened himself, beaming a toothy grin. "You're not gonna find any knights here, princess. Just lots and lots of dragons."
"I'm not some spoiled princess!" Lucy retorted, stomping her foot with her arms at her sides. "And I do not stick out like a sore thumb!"
"Well," Natsu replied, idly scratching the inside of his ear with his pinky, "you'd blend in more if you were dancing with someone, but you're not, so…"
Lucy narrowed her eyes, puffing out her cheeks. Spoiled princess—as if! The last thing she wanted was to be tied to her Heartfillia status. Hmph, she'd show him!
Snatching his hand, she stormed into the middle of the dance floor, pushing through the grinding bodies.
"Whoa!" the boy called, stumbling behind her. He tripped over his feet and bumped into strangers, but her grip dragged him along, pulling him forward until she suddenly came to a stop. He looked up at her then, finding her brown eyes alight with determination before she jerked his arm forward and draped it over her shoulder, pressing her back flush against his chest.
She turned her head coyly over her shoulder, grazing her nail along his jawline and batting her lashes while he watched in stunned silence. Then she suddenly dropped in a squat and ground up his body, swiveling her hips and backing into him. His hands quickly found her waist as a growl escaped his lips, sending a rumble through his chest as his mouth pressed against the back of her ear.
"That's not ladylike, princess…"
She gasped when he returned a grind against her, biting her lip when his fingers pressed into her waist.
"I told you…" she replied, rolling her hips back and pushing into him. "I'm not…" His nose grazed beneath her ear, warm breath passing over the curve of her neck. Goosebumps flooded her skin at the sensation, her lashes lowering as his fingers tapped along her waist.
She swayed her body to the rhythm of the song, swirling her hips and grinding to the beat. His chest was pressed flush against her, so close she could feel his breath hitch in his throat when she ground particularly deep. He thrust back against her, hard, sliding his hand to her stomach and pulling her closer to him.
His touch was hot, burning through her dress and seeping into her skin. The music blasted loud and flowed through her veins, guiding her movements as she rolled her hips and grinded against him. His body rivaled the heat of his touch, sending a warm flush to her cheeks. She could feel the inhales of his chest and exhales of his breaths, the grunts and growls escaping his mouth and the tickle of his hair against her cheek.
Arching her back, she pushed further into him, earning a hissed curse and powerful rock of his hips. The friction was rough, hard, sending a delicious shiver up her spine. She found herself getting lost in the feverish heat, in the shadows of the grinding bodies and the glare of the neon lights. The boy moved his hands to her waist and guided her grinds, shoving her back against his thrusting hips. A breathy gasp escaped her at the contact, her cheeks flushing dark when he rotated his hips before thrusting against her once more.
"Mm—" she hummed, closing her eyes and sinking her teeth into her lower lip. Her lashes slowly rose as she shifted her gaze over her shoulder, glancing to his face as he fondly nuzzled her hair.
"So the princess likes to play with dragons," he murmured, and her eyes rolled close when his teeth grazed her neck. "But… can you handle the heat?"
She could feel his grin against her skin, half playful, half challenging. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she looked up with him with half-lidded eyes, brushing her tongue across her lower lip. He met her gaze, flickering his eyes between her own and her lips before he bent down and pressed his mouth against hers.
She closed her eyes as he kissed her, gently touching his lips to hers. She gradually opened her mouth and brushed her tongue against his lip, sliding her hand to the back of his neck while he kissed her harder. His own mouth opened, slanting over hers and sliding his tongue inside, his hands steady at her waist and her hips rolling with his.
He pulled away abruptly, startling her as her eyes fluttered open. She looked at him, her face heating up in bashful embarrassment until he suddenly spun her around and pulled her to him. She gasped at the leg pushing between her thighs as his mouth captured hers once more, enveloping her in a ravenous kiss with his teeth scraping her lower lip. Her arms found their way around his neck, her chest pressing flush against his as she tilted her head and opened her mouth.
His touch left fire in its wake, his hands gliding down the curve of her back and teasing the swell of her backside. She arched closer to him, encouraging his hands, but his fingers slid to her hips, rising up her sides and teasing the side of her breasts.
He pulled her away from him, leading her eyes to flutter open once more as his mouth left hers. She looked at him in a daze, panting softly before feeling his hand coax her head back and his mouth at her neck. A soft whine escaped her lips as her hand found his hair, clutching the spikes when his other hand dropped to her ass and heartily squeezed.
His teeth scraped her skin, his mouth sucked her pulse. She squirmed against the slick drag of his tongue along her throat, locking her arms around his neck and pleading in his ear. Her answer was another squeeze of her ass and bite in her neck, eliciting a breathless moan as she buried her face in his shoulder.
The heat was overwhelming, rushing through her veins. Raw desire burned inside her, her hand falling to clutch the front of his dress shirt as the boy groaned in her ear.
"You feel so good," he rasped, growling when she rolled her hips forward against him. "Fuck—"
She pulled his face back and pressed her lips to his, scoring her nails along his hair and moaning into his mouth. His hand held her neck as he hungrily returned her kiss, fisting the back of her dress and pulling her closer.
He brushed his thumb against her jaw, sending her heart racing in her chest. The fever she felt whenever his mouth pressed against hers, and the shudder of her body whenever he touched her—it was consuming, addicting, sending her head wildly spinning—
His mouth suddenly left hers once more, snapping her out of her daze. She blinked a few times, steadying the thumps of her heart while the pink-haired boy glared over his shoulder.
"Dude, fuck off!"
Her eyes followed his line of sight, blinking upon finding the same dark-haired boy Juvia was with earlier.
"Just give me the goddamn keys—"
"Hell no! Go fuck in some other car!"
"Natsu—I'm not fucking around right now!"
"Neither am I! What's up with you and fucking in cars anyway?!"
"You fuckin'—this is different!"
"Answer's still no, ice prick!"
"Dude, you don't understand—this chick—"
"Gray-samaa~"
Slender arms snaked around his waist before Juvia propped her head against his shoulder, nibbling his ear between her teeth.
"Juvia wants to leave now…"
"Juvia?" Lucy called, slipping out of Natsu's arms and walking towards the girl. Juvia glanced to the blonde, beaming merrily with closed eyes.
"Lucy-san!" she chirped.
"Juvia," Lucy said, pulling the girl aside while the boys bickered back and forth ("I'd do the same thing for you!" "No! Get your own car to fuck in!" "I drive it more than you do!" "I can't help my motion sickness, ya bastard!") "Are you sure you want to leave with him?"
Juvia nodded eagerly, taking Lucy's hands in her own. "Lucy-san, Juvia thinks…" Her gaze drifted over to Gray, who grabbed Natsu by the collar and was shouting something at the boy. "Juvia thinks she's found the one!"
"What?" Lucy frowned, "But you just—"
"Juvia knows how it sounds," she replied, giving a small smile as she looked to their interlinked hands. "But… with Gray-sama… it's different. Like Lucy and Natsu-san, right?"
"W-What?!" Lucy stammered, blushing furiously while Juvia beamed brightly.
"Lucy-san found her prince charming too!"
"Y—You're wrong—!"
"Juvia!"
The girl gasped, twirling around to Gray walking towards her. "Gray-sama!"
"Come on, we're leav—mmph!"
Juvia threw her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his and popping her foot in the air. She moaned into his mouth, making Lucy blush at the sound before Juvia pulled away and cupped his cheek.
"Juvia can't wait."
Gray stilled for a moment, staring dazedly before regaining his composure. He smirked at her, taking her hand before turning towards Natsu.
"Good luck getting your dick outta the window next time, flame-brain!" he shouted, leading Juvia away.
"Dude!" Natsu yelled, his face rivaling the shade of his hair. "Not in front of the girl!"
Gray flipped him off, curling his lip in a sneer before disappearing into the crowd.
"Asshole," Natsu muttered, whipping his blushing face away.
Lucy couldn't help the giggle escaping her lips. He looked like a pouting child, entirely different from the man she'd been dancing with minutes ago.
"Natsu?" she said, feeling her heart race when his face snapped to hers.
"Yeah?"
Lucy held her fingers under her chin, tilting her head. "Hm. And your friend is…"
"An ass," he spat, stepping towards her and drawing her to him. "But don't worry, your friend'll be fine. He must really like her or somethin', he's never been that much of a pushy prick…" He nuzzled her neck while Lucy giggled, faintly blushing under the affectionate touch. "You smell way better than him… Lucy."
Lucy flinched, glancing down as he raised his face. "Wait a second, how did you—?"
"S'what your friend said," he explained, lifting the corner of his mouth in a grin. "It was that, or Luigi, but Luigi's a kinda weird name for a princess—"
"Stop calling me that," Lucy pouted, shoving his arm. "I told you, I'm not—"
Natsu snickered, poking her in the cheek. "You're easy to burn up, Luigi."
Lucy furrowed her brow in a scowl, "It's Lu—"
His lips pressed against hers, muffling her words against his mouth. Her annoyance quickly dissipated as he took her lip between his teeth, nipping gently before brushing his tongue against her own.
"You're right," he murmured, slowly pulling away.
Lucy gradually raised her eyes to his, panting softly with flushed cheeks. "Wh… What?"
"You're no princess," he said, swiping his thumb against her cheek. "Princesses don't kiss like that."
The girl blushed darker, averting her gaze before pressing her lips to his once more. Natsu pulled her closer, kissing her harder before leaning away.
"Tastes good," he said between breaths, flicking his eyes from her own to her lips.
Lucy smiled sweetly, wiping her lip-gloss from the corner of his lip. "It's strawberry."
His mouth quirked up in a grin. "Not that," he murmured, leaning close and capturing her lips once more. Her hand found the back of his neck while the other raised to her hair, eliciting a growl from the boy when her nails teased his scalp.
Lucy felt a tug in the back of her dress, breaking the kiss with a puzzled frown as she reached behind her. Her face flushed at the familiar feel of a plastic square packet, whirling around to find Erza nodding in approval with her arms crossed.
"E-Erza!" Lucy stammered, flaming red.
"I saw Juvia leave earlier," the scarlet-haired woman declared proudly, wearing a delighted smile, "and it seems you may need one as well. Safety first, Lucy!"
The girl flinched, feeling a shiver crawl along her skin. "I—I'm not—!" she yelled, but Erza was already gone, tearing a new path through the dancing crowd.
She twitched at the empty space left in her wake, hanging her head low until she felt something plucked from her dress. Lucy immediately snapped her face upright, whirling around and flushing dark upon Natsu eyeing the condom in his hand.
"Huh, I have these," he muttered, pocketing it in his slacks.
"I-It's not—!" Lucy stammered, waving her hands frantically until he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her to him.
"So," he grinned, dark eyes glinting mischievously. "Your place or mine?"
Author's Note: I have a Gruvia epilogue I'll upload in a few days c: I hope you liked it! :D Feedback is always appreciated :) Have a good day!