His hands worked up and down her sides as they danced. Their bodies oh so close, his hand buried in the golden locks of her hair, his breath brushing the vulnerable flesh of her neck, the deep and rythmic thumping of the bass rattling her very center. It was almost like a dream, hazy faces swarmed around her...lost in the music. It called to her, begging her to raise her arms and spin, twist, and arch her body. Him...holding her so close.
His very proximity raised goosebumps on her flesh, such in contrast with her best friend's magic. And now, with their bodies swaying so close together, she could feel as if her very flesh was alive. Each brush of his finger tips resonating through and slipping down her spine in a deliscious display of movement. The very epitome of the word desire. It was heaven, this...this was heaven.
"Hime-sama..." He growled near her ear, her eyes fluttering open as a questioning hum passed her lips. "I've always wanted to tell you-"
"Oi, oi, oi! Lucy!Natsu!" Came a familiar voice from behind the two mages. Lucy turned to see the icy, onyx eyes of Gray. She smiled, pulling out of Natsu's arms and throwing hers around the ice mage's neck. She felt his arms slip around her slim waist and squeeze her for a moment. She smiled and withdrew, breaking his connected arms and turning back to look at Natsu.
The pink haired mage was glowering at her friend. His eyebrows furrowed, black eyes staring into black eyes. She could practically feel the temperature in the room raise a few degrees as Gray kept one of his arms around her waist. She gently detached herself from the ice mage and looked back to see him wearing the same, challenging expression on is devilishly handsome face.
"So Luce-" He started, never breaking his eyes from the dragon slayer.
"That's my thing. I call her Luce." Salamander interjected, breaking the maker magic mage's sentence.
"Guys..." Lucy stated nervously, a heat rising in her cheeks as she glanced between the two.
For once, Gray was clothed. His snug fitting blue tshirt and black jeans seeming oddly out of place admist the glamour, glitter, and leather of the smokey dance floor. Natsu had a white shirt broken by his black and gold trimmed vest, his jeans sporting a hole in the knee. She didn't know why she noticed what they were wearing...and suddenly a sneaky thought crept it's way into her head.
You just want to see what you'd be taking off of each of them tonight.
She made a small eeping noise, both mage's broke their staring contest to look at the girl with worry in their eyes. They had always been like that. Their team against the world, Fairy Tail. A family she had never had. A life she had always wanted. And two friends she couldn't live without. they both opened their mouths to speak to her, but upon noticing so, their lips sealed. Gray crossed his arms over his chest, Natsu placed one hand on his hip and the other behind his head, and Lucy clasped her hands behind her back...still blushing deeply.
"Why don't we go somewhere else? It's really hectic in here." She called above the loud music, she nodded towards the exit.
"It's pretty late...I'll walk you home." Natsu started, stepping forward and grabbing her hand. She tried to not smile as his fingers laced with hers. His eyes softened as they captured her chocolatey orbs. They had these moments when...when she wanted so much to throw her arms around him and kiss him. To show him how she felt simply because her words failed her time and time again. She looked over to Gray whose eyes were still on the door.
"Could I walk with you guys? My house is over that way. I just saw Juvia..." He started, cringing a bit at the mention of the water mage's name. Natsu's brow furrowed again and he started to reject their friend's request before Lucy chimed in that it'd be more than okay. With an unhappy sigh, the dragon slayer led the trio out of the smokey club.
The walk to her apartment was awkward, the conversation consisting mostly of Lucy's awkward attempts at conversation and the two male's darting glares and glances at each other. They almost appeared to be having their own conversation. It was almost a relief to see her home come into view.
However, once they reached their destination...the two boys didn't stop. She looked at them, Natsu's hand still in hers and pulling her away from her front door of the orange brick building. She made a noise of surprise in her throat, turning her head over her shoulder to stare at the building they just passed.
"N-natsu...that's my..."
"We know. Don't you trust us Luce?" the Ice mage said casually, resting his hand on the small of her back and guiding her forward.
"I told you...Luce is my thing." The dragon slayer grumbled, sending a burning glare to the raven haired man who responded with nothing more than a blank face.
"What's yours is mine...don't you remember that promise. Flame Head?"