Natsu
Smelling was as natural to a Dragon Slayer as breathing was to humans. It was how they saw the world besides their eyes. Their noses were highly sensitive being able to perceive any scent changes. Every person had his or her own unique scent, this scent however, changed. It changed in the sense that it grew more intense as the person grew older or another aspect to it could be added. Scent was like your personal ID to Dragons. They knew exactly how you could be feeling simply by smelling you. That's why they often didn't play hide and seek.
Normally their heightened sense would come very helpful, especially in missions. They could easily find their adversary or their partners. It was mostly a win-win situation. But... That just didn't seem like the case right this second to either of the Dragon Slayers currently in the Fairy Tail Hall. It was mating season, and boy did a lot of them get caught off guard. This year it came earlier than they had anticipated and it hit them like a wall of bricks. Specially Natsu, he had it worse than any of them.
At least the rest of them had had some kind of experience with this. Him, on the other hand, had never been hit with it as strong as he had today. Out of all the times it could have happened, it had to be today. Someone out there wanted him to finally do something about his relationship with certain female and dammit if he wasn't gripping to the last threat of self-restraint when she had walked in with one of her damned mini skirts, if that thing could be called a skirt. It had taken him enough just to keep a straight face when he had smelled her.
Natsu could smell her miles away and she smelled good. She had always smelled nice a mixture of fiery ambition and chocolate, dark chocolate to be precise, and considering she was always around him he was thankful for it. But today, nice just didn't make the cut. It was more like... exceptional. She smelled so damn great that he was sure he could drown in her smell. He was going mad and what was worse is that after the first hour he was sure she knew it too. He was trapped, none of them could just leave without an explanation and none of them thought that "Oh it's horny season" would cut it.
Sure, he had known her scent was a little different when they met and later on he discovered that her smell had triggered something inside of him but he never even thought this level off desire was possible. They had a... complicated relationship to but it in simple terms. He knew he was attracted to her and she was attracted to him, they just hadn't really done much about it. It was more like they had just started doing something about it.
Sure, they had kissed, a lot, especially recently. Recently it seemed like they had been crossing that line between friends and lovers a little too often, especially recent nights where he started venturing and exploring. Was this the reason why he had gone haywire? His eyes watched her every movement and then he caught her eyes staring back at him and a small smirk forming on her lips. 'Fucking. Hell' he growled as she bent down to pick up her keys which she 'accidently' dropped. 'Accidently, my fucking ass' he continued watching her skirt teasingly go up and stop just before he could see anything. He hated her, so much.
Lucy was no saint and he knew that first hand. He had been trying for the longest time to keep his hands to himself but the celestial mage did the complete opposite, her hands somehow always found themselves tangled in his hair, touching his arms or even worse her body pressed firmly against his as he would carry her. She had tried just about everything to make him lose his mind and it had worked, magnifically if she could add.
The day he had enough he had pinned her against the nearest wall and devoured her mouth before realising what he had done and stopped. After that their relationship was ambiguous and he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to make it anything but what it already was. 'Fuck that' he thought changing his opinion about all his reservations. It wasn't like she wasn't offering herself in a golden platter or she wasn't willing to be taken. He just about had it with all the stupid restrictions he had imposed on himself. He might seem like a dense idiot at times but Lucy had no clue what he was capable off if she did one more thing.
He wanted to take this slow, that had been his intention. He wanted to make sure they wouldn't change if they decided to step into the other side of the line. How could he not see that she was already at the other side? This was something he wanted to avoid at all costs and she was making it increasingly more difficult to do so by swaying her hips when she walked. He was so fucked.