Authors Note: Well hello y'all (: I couldn't believe people continued to follow, favorite, and review this story! I am so incredibly thankful to have the opportunity to make it up to you all. As you can see, I'm updating a little earlier than usual, hoping that this will be enough for everyone at least until my school week is over.

Okay, now this has changed quite a bit from the original. Nothing was taken away, but I decided to spice it up a little (; I guess it could be considered NSFW...I don't know. Kinda mild stuff, but I didn't have a lot of previous character interaction to work with. This is also my first time actually publishing something kinda dirty, and I would LOVE feedback!

Now, this story is rated M. It has always been rated M. M for swearing and smut mainly. I don't consider what I added to be SUPER hardcore, but I'm still going to mark it off for readers.

Look for the * The smut will be between the *

There will also be a line break.

Now, enough of my notes and lets get this thing started:

Warm water kissed her skin in steady streams, dripping down full breasts and delicious curves. Her favorite pineberry shampoo decorated her blonde locks in fluffy suds, all while she raked her fingers through her hair. Nails slightly scratched at her scalp and were accompanied by trained, massaging fingertips. Tipping her head back under the rush of heated water, Lucy Heartfilia began to rinse her hair; and attempted to rinse her mind of Natsu Dragneel as well.

There shouldn't have been anything special about him. He was just another man, another co-worker really. He should've been another meaningless introduction. The kind where names are forgotten and small talk is key.

It had to be the pink hair that made him memorable! How many men did she know that had natural- Lucy still wasn't convinced- pink hair? But maybe it was the way his tan face gave way to a cheery smile, or the determination burning in his sable eyes. Or perhaps it was his humor and extroversion. Lucy remembered just how easily the two had fallen into a comfortable sync while walking the floor.

Suds seeped down her body as warm water continued to soothe her muscles. Lucy turned around and stretched her neck, chin pointing upwards. Toffee orbs were now staring at the ceiling while lukewarm water licked her jawline and cascaded down her chest. She allowed herself to close her eyes and bask in the simple sensation of a relaxing shower after a strenuous day. Her shoulders dropped, arms falling to her sides and hands landing her upper thighs.

But while focusing on calming her body, her mental barriers slacked, and a dangerous thought slipped its way into the forefront of her mind.

It couldn't have been the way his callused, worn hand felt in her smaller one…could it? How he ignited a spark in her palm that sent shockwaves up her arm. Oh, the potential those hands could have. Or was it his teeth? Pointed canines that'd flash every time he smirked at her, every time he teased her.

Lucy sighed, fingers pressed down roughly on the tops of her thighs. Indulging privately in a shallow, dirty fantasy wasn't a bad thing…right? It wouldn't hurt anyone, and nobody would know. She would never in a million years actually act on her impulses.

People create scenarios all the time. In the shower, in the bedroom, anyplace place where they would be left uninterrupted. People conjuring up a dream man or woman who they'd never met, a being who would make their toes curl, satisfying their natural need for sex. It just so happened Lucy's was about a married man.

Imagining things she couldn't have…who would've thought? It was a guilty pleasure and a dirty little secret.*

Hands that were bruising her thigs suddenly began to travel towards her hip bones, not once relenting in pressure as her elbows bent to accommodate the height. The path she took was not direct, taking time to inch towards her clean shaven mound. Spreading her fingers as she continued upward, the blonde crossed her lower stomach slowly, pausing at one point to bathe in the feeling.

She felt her abdomen tense, and a pulse of desire shot to her core. The area below her navel and spanning with width of her stomach was always a sensitive area for Lucy. For underneath her skin and muscle, anatomy would reveal the organ behind all these delicious feelings. Internally, it was were the most intimate of actions took place. It was were a man would bury himself inside her, stretching and filling her so completely and whole fully. It was where a child would be conceived and housed, the result of two individuals creating a single human life. All of that took place within the female reproductive system, internally located beneath the skin of her lower abdomen. The skin beneath her hands. So, it went to say that whenever Lucy's lower stomach was palmed or grazed, she found that incredibly arousing.

Water worked miracles in easing friction, so soft palms slid along her soaked skin, allowing her fingers to increase in strength without leaving terrible scratch marks. Hands now fully resting on her hips, she gripped her body harder, imaging it was a certain pink haired male instead.

That it was Natsu grabbing her hips, making her spine arch like a dancer's, furthermore pressing her ass tightly against his arousal. But this was just a fantasy, so Lucy had to make do with what she had.

Her hands began to seep down her sides, the outside of her hips being massaged before she worked her left arm up again. With fingers distanced apart, her palm pressed down on her lower abdomen, making her back arch. Her shapely ass now stuck out, only to be greeted by steam. With her left hand remaining still, her right hand continued to pressure her skin as it journeyed from the outside of her hip to her butt. Harshly grabbing a handful of her right cheek, so could only imagine how rough Natsu would be, and how much skin he could kneed.

Her right hand slipped across her skin again, accompanying her left before both started the slow, torturous movement of traveling up her stomach. The harder she pressed into her skin, the harder it became to keep quiet. She roughly groped both of her breasts, enjoying the double pleasure created from both her mind and the water pressure.

Warm water continued to drip down her jaw and in between her heaving cleavage, now being squeezed by her hands. What could she say? She liked it rough, when her slick skin would spill between her fingers and her hardened nipples got pinched as well. She wasn't gentle with herself, and neither was imaginary Natsu.

Her left hand remained massaging her breast, intermittently pinching her nipple as her right hand trekked back down her body.

Just as her fingertips grazed her clit, ready to rub that little bundle of nerves and begin working on her lower lips, life decided she had indulged in her little fantasy enough.*

"FUCK- JESUS- MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST," she yelped as ice cold water rained down on her face. She was instantly ripped away from her steamy shower and cozy dream.

"GOD DAMN WATER SUPPLY," she yelled as she instantly jerked her hands away from her body, frantically searching for the shower handle. Quickly turning it off, Lucy stood wide eyed and covered in goosebumps. She couldn't believe what'd she'd just done. She couldn't fathom how she let her mind run away from her, and how far it ran away as well.

Because at the end of it all, the bottom line still stood. Natsu Dragneel was untouchable. Natsu Dragneel was a married man.

Lucy could fantasize all day and all night about the way he could tease and touch her. How he could grab her, pound his hips into her until she was left stumbling for a week. How he could leave her sore and aching the next morning. Leave her sentenced to bedrest from fucking her so hard. The shivers, moans, even screams he could elicit from her being. But in the end, all those indecent thoughts would do was leave her with an ache than couldn't be satisfied. A need for someone who was completely out off limits.

It was about 3 a.m. when Lucy had asked Natsu out for drinks. She wanted to continue to talk to him and hear more about the adventurous life he seemed to live. He had just come back from a mission, and having clocked in so late, she guessed there might've been a possibility he didn't have to go to work the next day. And Lucy was used to pulling all -nighters on work days. Unhealthy, yes, but the girl liked to keep her social life.

So, she asked him out. She wanted to know the type of coffee he liked to drink, his favorite place to travel to, or if he liked cats or dogs. But that hope of finding out was short lived, as he so aptly declined in favor of going home to his wife.

Even so, Lucy went out to the bar. She needed a quick drink or two, and there was also the possibility of meeting a new man to focus on. A new man who didn't work for the CIA FT unit.

She pulled up a stool to the bar and gave the bar tender a flirtatious grin. She didn't recognize the man, must've been new on staff.

"And what will the beautiful lady be having this fine…" the tender quickly checked his wristwatch, raising his eyes at the time, "morning. What's a woman like yourself doing here alone?"

"I'll have a Cosmo, thanks," she mumbled while glancing around the bar, "and oh, you know, just clearing my mind. Playing the field. Looking for single men."

"Find out your boyfriends married?" he asked with a hint of a sigh. It was obvious he had heard the tone in her voice before, and was well practiced in the ways of handling emotionally unstable women trying to drown their sorrows in alcohol.

She snorted at the guess, turning to the bartender, "Oh nothing of the sort. He's not even a boyfriend, just a co-worker I happened to meet," she then began to laugh at her own situation, "he was being a gentlemen and all, but my chance kinda disappeared when I found out he was married. But really, I'm fine."

She gave him a reassuring smile, adding in, "I'm overreacting. I just need a little drink to loosen up a bit."

The man started pouring ingredients into the cocktail shaker, nodding while chuckling out, "Well, I'll have this Cosmo shaken and strained up soon enough, so you just sit tight."

Lucy flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and went back to eyeing her surroundings. It was late and she wasn't really expecting anything, but it couldn't hurt to survey the place.

But low and behold, soon enough a tall man with a hint of orange hair and cool glass shades strolled up to her, lightly placing his hand on the small of her back, "Now who do we have here? A model perhaps? Or a sexy single business woman enjoying the end of her day?"

Lucy eyed the man up and down. Sure he was handsome, but the feeling of his palm resting right above her ass wasn't exactly upping his chances.

"Something like that. Now if you could kindly take your hand off my back, perhaps I'll ask your name and tell you a little more about myself," she threated in a mild tone.

"Sorry, just trying to be a gentlemen. The names Loke, and I just have a terrible, terrible weakness for blondes," he cooed, dragging his barstool close enough so he could rest his knee against hers. The contact had her shivering, but not in the good way.

"And you said you were something of a model or business women? Let me guess, the sexy secretary of a fortune 500 company? Because sweetheart, with looks like yours, you really shouldn't have to put in that much work."

Lucy's eye flinched, but she kept her composure. This wasn't exactly the first time this happened, and she wasn't going to let this rude man rile her up this late at night. So, she brushed it off with a ringing laugh, "And, pray tell, why wouldn't I have to put in that much work?"

Meanwhile, behind the bar, it was at this moment the bar-tender eyed the two nervously. He quickly slid the Cosmo over to the blonde bombshell who looked like she was struggling to keep a smile. Maybe it'd help her relax.

"Um, hello? Just use your assets of course. I couldn't see any guy saying no to a women with a figure like yours…or gal, for that matter" his eyes raked her body up and down. She shivered from the grotesque feeling it gave her.

"And what did you say your name was, doll face?"

It was past 3:30 in the morning, near four, and Lucy decided that she had been through enough that day. So Lucy grabbed the drink, and threw it in the man's face, "The name's Lucy, you ass. And really? Use my assets?! It's 2016 you prick, I worked my ass off to get to where I am, and that's not something I'm going to let any man diminish."

Lucy was walking away from the stone still man, who had yet to wipe the dripping cranberry cocktail off his face.

"Just put it on my tab!" She yelled behind her at the bartender as she strode through the glass entryway of the bar. Well, at least the new employee was sure to remember her name.

"God damnit, why do all the hot and decent men have to be married?" she huffed out as she stomped toward her car. The whole entire point of going to the pub was to see if she could meet someone new. Someone who didn't work for the unit, and someone who certainly wasn't married. All she wanted to do was clear her mind of the pink haired male. Instead, all that happened was an annoying encounter and a migraine.

Lucy decided it was time to leave the cold shower stall she was standing in. It was obvious she wasn't going to finish what she started, and she needed to focus. Work would start in a couple of hours, and the blonde wanted to look good for her first day.

Starting with the basics, she chose favorite lingerie set, consisting of a strapless, lacy red bra and a thong that was barely there. Strutting over to her closet, she settled on a sleek, black pencil skirt that was hung up in sight. A small slit divided the side; nothing too flashy however. It was just enough to show a little leg without being too risqué for the office. She then pushed through her higher hangers, noticing a black, high neck sheer blouse that came up right to her collar. She would obviously need a black camisole to cover her bra, but the extra layer wasn't a problem. Being summer in Magnolia, the blouse was sleeveless. And finally, adorning her manicured feet, were a pair of black, Christian Louboutin platform stilettos. She smirked at herself in the mirror. The red bottoms reminded her of the matching lingerie set she modeled beneath.

She didn't know why, but she always felt her best wearing all black. Because it was slimming? Professional? Dark? Sexy? Mysterious? Her list could go on and on of what the color black meant, but she kept it simple with a final glance over in front of the mirror.

A natural, highlighted glow of makeup lightly dusted her face. Her long, blonde tresses were kept down in an orderly fashion off to one side, a few pieces spilling down her back. Looking prime and professional, while maintaining a sex appeal that could kill, the blonde grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

She had wanted to meet up with a coworker before the long business day started.

Authors Note: So...how was my first smutty writing? I wished it was longer and had more detail, but Natsu and Lucy don't really know each other that well yet. I'll definitely have more to work with in the future! (;

BTW... I love constructive criticism! I'm always looking to better my writing. And, look at it this way: The more feedback I get, the better it gets for you guys (:

Anyway, thanks for being a wonderful human being and sticking with this story (: I'll see ya next time!

xoxo msmanga14