A/N: Hey guys! This is just another fic I've been working on. I decided that I've been pushing the T-rating long enough, so why not just push it all the way to M? XD
Plus, I also noticed that I've recently been writing my stories via Natsu's POV- I guess I just needed a little change. Why not something from Lucy's perspective as well?
Oh, and if everything goes as planned, this is going to be a two-shot.
Summary: Waking up to find Natsu sleeping next to her wasn't much of a surprise anymore. However, waking up to find him draped around her, while she lay in bed, naked, was an entirely different matter all together.
Warnings: Language, Humor, Romance, Nudity, NaLu, Flustered!Lucy.
Disclaimer: I have a dream, that one day, I will stage a coup d'etat (of some sort), and finally usurp ownership rights of Fairy Tail from Hiro Mashima.
From going up against mountain-sized demon beasts to four hundred year old dark mages who simply refused to die, Lucy liked to think that nothing could really surprise her anymore. But sadly, when she woke up that fateful Sunday morning, her belief was mercilessly shattered and tossed out the window without so much as a warning.
Waking up to find Natsu sleeping next to her wasn't much of a surprise anymore. However, waking up to find him draped around her, while she lay in bed, naked, was an entirely different matter all together. She was facing away from him but his arms were wrapped around her, pulling her into his embrace. One of his legs was thrown over, hooking and entrapping hers in the process. His right hand was spread out on her breast, but the action itself seemed as more of a result of sleeping rather than any perverse intentions.
Actually, all things considered, it was a miracle she hadn't screamed.
Lucy shifted a bit on her side. Her whole body was slick with sweat, and she knew without a shadow of doubt that Natsu was to blame. His incredibly high body temperature had definitely done a number on her throughout the night.
She must have done something really terrible in a past life to deserve this, she realized. There was no other explanation.
Mentally, she debated on whether or not she should just kick him awake and throw him out of her house, but a quick glance at her body reminded her of her current state of undress. Unsurprisingly, that was enough to hold her back.
Natsu had already seen her naked plenty of times. There was no need to add this to the list as well.
If she really wanted things to work in her favour, she'd have to grab her clothes, dress up, and then kick him the hell out of her room.
However, after she failed at breaking free from his hold for the sixth time, Lucy decided that maybe her plan hadn't been as foolproof as she'd initially thought. Natsu had monstrous super strength, so compared to that, her measly shoves might as well have been child's play.
"Come on, come on." She whispered as she tried to untangle herself from his limbs once more. She'd been going at it for minutes, but as the seconds ticked by, freedom was starting to seem like an impossible dream. And if she wasn't mistaken, Natsu's grip might have even tightened through out her struggle.
"For the love of..." Lucy held back a groan. Sure, she knew that Natsu was one hell of a heavy sleeper, but dammit, this was ridiculous.
Griping his forearm, she pushed. Or tried to anyway.
Natsu's hold was strong despite his slumbering state, and in all honesty, it didn't help that Lucy had been a little distracted when her fingers wrapped around his sinewy arm. Was it so wrong that for the first few seconds, her touch had lingered there without any intention of pushing him away?
The fact that Natsu's right hand was firmly locked on one of her breasts wasn't helping quell her wayward desires either. With every push and shove, his callused palm would rub against her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her being. Of all the places he could have grabbed, why had he chosen there? Her sensitive skin could only take so much.
She tried pushing the hand away from her chest, several times in fact, but every time she did so, Natsu would simply growl mid-sleep, mumbling something along the lines of "fuck you Gray, this is mine," and the hand would come back, grip strong – if not stronger – than the last. There might have even been a a quick squeeze thrown in there once or twice as well but she couldn't really be sure.
"Why does this kind of stuff always happen to me?" Lucy groaned in frustration.
She scanned the room for any other occupants, and was pleasantly surprised to see that Happy wasn't around. Judging by the shitstorm she'd woken up to that morning, that small detail was definitely a blessing of epic proportions. She didn't think she'd have been able to live this sort of embarrassment down if the young exceed had also been present. Pushing those thoughts aside, she glanced at the floor, and for the first time since she'd woken up, a smile broke out across her face.
My pajamas! However, the very moment she registered the state her clothes were in, her joy instantly deflated.
Why were they drenched? But most importantly, how on earth did they even reach there?
Pushing that thought aside as well, she focused on the task at hand.
She really needed Natsu to get off of her.
Taking a deep breath, Lucy steeled herself. Okay, one more time.
She then pushed with all her might, but as expected, nothing happened.
Groaning once again, she rested her head against Natsu's chest, finally conceding defeat.
This was it.
She had to find a new apartment, preferably one that was located some place far, far away. Maybe another town, or another city.
Or better yet, she could just live in a trailer outside. There's no way Natsu would follow her there. His motion sickness wouldn't allow him.
When she registered some movement behind her, Lucy's attention drew back to the present. The grip around her torso loosened; and almost immediately, her hands flew to her chest. Once she was sure the arms around her no longer held her captive, she immediately flew from the bed.
Or attempted to anyway.
It was rather pitiful really. Even she had to admit that tripping on her blanket, flailing as she tried to regain her balance and screaming while she fell flat on her face was absolutely not one of her finest moments.
So after ending up on the floor, in quite a pathetic fashion at that, it was no wonder Natsu's sleepy voice cut in with a, "What the heck are you doing?"
Given what had just happened, Lucy tried to maintain some sort of dignity as she got up from the floor.
Scrambling to her feet, she pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around herself, all the while shooting Natsu a scathing look. "What the heck are you doing here?" She was too angry to be pleased at how scary she sounded.
Propping himself on one elbow, Natsu rubbed his free hand over his eyes sleepily. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Just what the heck about this fiasco is obvious?" Lucy clutched the blanket even tighter, pulling it over to her shoulders for good measure. Taking deep calming breaths, she tried to reign in her anger. It was a pity that all her efforts were tossed into the trash when Natsu replied.
"I was sleeping." He even had the gall to shrug.
"Sleeping?" Lucy asked incredulously. How many times did she have to kick him for the message to finally sink in? Waking up with him on her bed did not paint a good picture for her. Believe it or not, she'd like to get married one day, and explaining why she constantly slept with Natsu despite them not being in a relationship would be terribly difficult to her would-be husband. "We've already gone through this Natsu. I don't want you on my bed."
Natsu didn't look perturbed. "That's not what you said last night." His eyes were drooping, as if he wasn't ready to wake up just yet; and his voice was deep, yet slightly raspy. If she hadn't been so pissed, Lucy would have swooned at how uncharacteristically sexy he sounded.
Wait, last night?
"What the heck happened last night?" Lucy tried to hide the terror from her voice. "And why are my clothes wet? And why am I naked? I swear if you tried anything funny while I was-"
"Calm down for crying out loud."
Lucy resisted the urge to punch him on the face. What right did he have to scowl at her like that? She was the victim here.
"I didn't do anything."
She almost rolled her eyes. Sure, that was believable.
"I just got into bed, I swear. You were the one who started taking off your clothes." Natsu looked bored out of his mind, even as he dropped a bomb like that on Lucy.
"What?"
Natsu scratched the back of his head. If Lucy thought his pink-colored locks couldn't get any messier, she was wrong. "I don't know. We were sleeping one minute, then all of a sudden you started complaining about it being too hot and you took off your clothes. Kinda weird if you ask me, but to each his own, right?"
Lucy's eye twitched. He was a walking furnace, and he thought her stripping due to the sweltering heat he caused was weird? Granted, she couldn't remember taking off her clothes, but given how often she'd done crazy things while half-awake, only to not remember them the following morning, she somehow believed him.
"Even so," Lucy hoped that heat spreading through her face wasn't a blush, "you shouldn't have let me."
Natsu blinked. "I tried to stop you." Sitting up, he continued, "You're the one who kept throwing them back at me. I even tried to get you to keep your underwear but you threw them at my face and told me to stay with them if I thought they were so important."
Mortification welled inside Lucy with every word her teammate spoke. "W-Where are they now?"
She really hoped Natsu didn't notice her stutter. Or her blush.
She had never been so embarrassed.
"About that..." A nervous laugh proceeded an audible gulp, and hesitantly, Natsu reached out and dug under his pillow. Lucy tried really hard not to focus at how his muscles rippled as he flexed. His well-defined pectorals were- just why the hell was he shirtless?
When Natsu's hand emerged from under the pillow, Lucy's anger – and rapidly rising libido – instantly died.
He had pulled out a pair of white, lacy panties.
Correction: he had pulled out her white, lacy panties.
If the earth had opened up and swallowed her then, Lucy would have been eternally grateful.
"W-W-What were you doing with them down there?" This time, she couldn't hide the stutter. Or her screech. She was sure with how she sounded, even Natsu would be able to tell how embarrassed she was.
There was just no way her situation could get any more humiliating.
Apparently, she'd spoken too soon.
"I kept them on standby so I could slip them on you while you slept."
A/N: Thanks for reading! ^^ So that's it for now :)
Oh, and for those wondering, yes. There's a perfectly valid reason for Lucy's awkward behavior though that's written in the next chapter. Until then, I guess.
And uh... Confession time: Okay, this story is a product of boredom, no internet, and an incredibly high dose of caffeine.
Anyways, I'm off to bed now...
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