Natsu has a problem, one a well trained officer should not have. Especially not while he's on an undercover assignment with his partner.
But then, he never expected to be on this sort of an assignment, never expected to have his patience and libido put to such a test.
They're trying to catch one of Magnolia's most nefarious thugs, who happens to be a frequent client at a certain upscale gentlemen's club. Who also happens to have a preference for cute blondes.
So for the last two weeks they've been undercover. Natsu's been serving the role of bouncer and bodyguard. And Lucy...Lucy's been dancing.
That's where the problem lies. He also never expected to see his girlfriend like that, not outside of closed bedroom doors.
Never expected that she would be so fucking good at it.
"Focus, Natsuuu..~" her voice, low and sensual, rang through his earpiece.
"Oh I'm focused, baby." He's watching her like a hawk. Every night, every single set. Every delicious move she makes.
She never goes all the way, never bares all. Thank God for that, thank God for club rules.
Even a den of debauchery has standards.
She moves like she's been dancing forever. Like a seasoned pro and not an undercover officer who watched a looooot of vids for research. Like a siren whose sole purpose was pleasure.
Upside down, spread eagle, she whispers again.
"Found him. Feather hat."
"Looks kinda like a weasel to me." A growl as the weasel leans closer. "That asshole lays a finger on you, I'll kill him."
"Blow our cover and I'll kill -you-. Think of the money."
Normally money isn't important. But this assignment has a pretty high payout, even without considering the generous tips patrons are giving Lucy. They want a vacation, want a romantic getaway in some exotic location. Just want to spend some time alone, without having to worry about work for a while.
And he wants to propose. She doesn't suspect a thing.
"Fine..."
She giggles, winks, taking a bill with her mouth. By the time she's back on her feet, seconds later, the money is secured at her thigh.
One of the weasel's accomplices dares to try and touch her. Another giggle. She slaps the hand away, shaking her finger at the guy. Then she turns her attention to the weasel.
Exactly as they practiced. Good.
"Cuffs, babe..." Somehow Natsu manages to be discreet for the first time in his life. He moves closer to the stage, wordlessly grabbing for his gun.
"Yup..." Airy giggle. She licks her lips slowly. Kneels in front of the target, running hands over her bare breasts. Trusty handcuffs at her wrist, ready to go.
When the weasel speaks, it takes all Natsu's willpower not to shoot him on the spot.
"Bet that's a hot little pussy."
"My boyfriend thinks so."
"Boyfriend...shit. How much I gotta pay to make you forget him?"
"More than you could ever afford." A click as she closes the cuffs around the creep's wrists. Then whispers three smug little words. "You're under arrest."
"What the fuck?!"
By now Natsu has his gun in the guy's back. Lucy's glaring. Even mostly naked, her glare is intimidating.
"You heard her. MGP. You're under arrest. Now stand up and shut up. Don't make her kick you."
To prove the point her glare darkens. It's kinda funny, this big thug getting reduced to trembling in fear of getting his ass kicked by a nearly naked woman.
Afterward, once the perp is in the squad car and on the way to get booked, our brave heroes are cuddling. Sitting on one of the club's many plush chairs, sipping champagne. She's wearing his jacket, he's fondling her and treating her to tender yet amorous kisses.
One good side effect of this assignment? An abundance of sex. Every single night when they got home, he was on top of her within minutes. Last night they fucked on the kitchen table, then again in the shower.
Tonight she's pretty sure they're not gonna be able to wait that long.
That's fine. She has a plan.
"Follow me."
He has no damn clue what she's doing. Yet the tone of her voice, soft and sexy, tells him to comply. He follows her, letting her lead him into one of the club's notorious private rooms. A kiss as she locks the door behind them. Then she pushes him onto the sofa.
There's music playing. The same dizzying beats from the main stage. And she's dancing. Doing the same moves she's been practicing for weeks, never breaking eye contact.
She slips out of the jacket, rubs both hands over her bare skin, licking her lips. His mouth goes dry, cheeks flushed, one hand brushing over the growing bulge in his pants.
Holy shit.
A twirl around the pole. She unties her panties, then climbs up and treats him to the same spread eagle kick stunt she's been doing every night...this time bare.
Exposing the hot little pussy he has exclusive access to. Pink folds wet, hungry, begging to be fucked.
"Damn, Luce..." His mind is hazy, unaware of anything other than the way she's turning him on so entirely...he barely notices that she's now on her knees and working on unzipping his pants.
Until she puts his fully aroused cock in her mouth. He notices -that- just fine.
In fact, he closes his eyes, tilting his head back at the sensation of her blowing him. Licking and lavishing, eliciting dark little growls from him in response.
She's a bit bolder now. Doubtlessly a perk of posing as a stripper for so long. He has no complaints, has no words right now except for her sweet name.
Suddenly she stops. Examines his shaft, licks away the drop of precum. Whispers three words, three words he hears loud and clear.
"Fuck me, Natsu."
"With pleasure." He pulls her onto his lap, hears her cry out as he penetrates her. In no time she's riding him, moving to the music once again. One hand clutching his, the other rubbing her clit. "Mmm. Perfect pussy, baby."
"All the better for you to cum all over, big boy. Now go harderrrr..."
He eagerly obliges, fucking her as hard as he can, watching her eyes roll back from a particularly juicy orgasm, feeling her tremble around him.
He doesn't last much longer. She moans his name, and that's the catalyst. Twitch, jerk, release.
A million years later, after he finally pulls out, he holds her close, kisses her. Gently, quite a change from the hard and raucous fucking they just enjoyed. She sighs, smiles.
"We should go. Y'know, before the club owner kicks us out."
"He's just pissed that his best dancer is going back to her real job." Another, more flirty kiss. Then he zips his pants, hands her the bag with her street clothes.
Once she's dressed, she kisses him again, then lets him lead her out into the cool night air. They walk home, arms intertwined, enjoying the chance to relax in each other's company, especially after such an intense assignment.
That night, sleep comes easily. The lovebirds doze off in each other's arms, dreaming of romance, vacations, and a future that seems nothing less than magical...