Just curious, but who's POV do you guys prefer? I'm not sure if I should keep alternating between these two goofs... we'll see how long it takes for this to get going. I don't intend for it to be forever-fluff.
Lucy makes it seem waaaay important to get to her house, so I drag her along as fast as I possibly can. Maybe I'm not taking the situation as seriously as I should (in my mind at least), but it's hard to think of anything bad right now. The sun's starting to rise as the forest whizzes by. I can hear Luce's crazy heartbeat as leaves and shadows rustle against our frantic pace. I mean, I'm used to running. A lot. From tons of evil bad guys. Some of em are freakin scary.
But this feels exiting in a different way. I'm holding Lucy's hand as we dash onto the cobblestone streets of Fior, my skin humming with adrenaline. It's almost like we're trying to escape from the world. As if last night was a secret just for us. I swear I can almost imagine the trees grinning and giving me branchy high fives. That's right you leafy bastards. I hit it first. Or well, not hit, but… whatever.
I know we're close because that bright, sweet Lucy-smell grows stronger as we near the direction of her apartment. It's funny. She's right behind me but she doesn't smell like herself anymore. There's an edge to it. Something hot and raw rising off of her skin that makes me want to growl. It's like my own scent twisted with hers, boiling from the inside out. Marking her.
Cue one very interested twitch. I huff. Now isn't the time to start a party in my pants. At ease, little slayer.
Funny how the sneakier you try to be the louder every noise you make sounds. The creaking of the front door is a scream. My own breathing is a roar. Our footsteps might as well be an earthquake.
"Yes, found it," are Lucy's first words since leaving my house. She sighs like she's got the answer to everything in her hand- a little glass bottle full of this thick looking pink juice. She unscrews the cover and I take a little whiff. Yuck. I can't believe she's gonna drink that.
Smells worse than that one time Erza had three drinks instead of her usual one. Stomach acid, beer, and chewed up mousse cake all over the floor. Yum.
Luce drinks it down without hesitation and sticks her tongue out.
"It taste bad?"
"I can't imagine something like this tasting good."
I follow one very relieved celestial mage into her room and watch her collapse onto the bed with a groan.
"How's that potion work?" Can't say I'm not curious.
She mumbles. "Kills the egg."
"Egg?" Last time I checked she isn't a bird, a dragon, or a Happy-cat. What egg?
Squirming onto her side, Lucy looks up at me, cheeks a little redder than usual. Interesting. "Are you serious Natsu?"
I point at my own scowl. Yes. Very. I mean I get that it takes a guy and a girl to make a baby. What else is there to know?
"Human eggs… well, they're different. Tiny. You can't even see them. When the stuff that comes out of a man goes inside of a woman, it makes one of her eggs grow into a baby."
I sit beside her, wide-eyed. Egging her on (see what I did there) like a little kid wanting to hear a weird bedtime story. "Really?"
"Mhm. The potion kills the egg. No egg, no baby."
"Oooh. I kinda get it." I reach for her hip and smooth my knuckles against her lower belly. "So there are tons of eggs in there?"
She nods.
"Save me the best one."
"N-Natsu!" Here we go. Loud Lucy is back in business. "I'm not a farm! You can't just pick the best egg! And they're mine anyway!"
I slam both hands against the sheets on either side of her head. Sighing deeply, my chest tightens with a rumble. I'm growling at her. That mixed up scent is intense now. "You're mine though."
"Excuse-?!"
I shut her up with a kiss, tugging on her lower lip. Big brown eyes stare at me. Her brows are furrowed like she can't decide if she wants to moan or punch me in the face. Dammit.
"Quit it with the animal instincts Natsu," she orders, trying to wiggle free.
"No," I snarl. "Say it."
I can't even recognize my own voice from how deep it sounds. Like my balls just decided to drop, cept that kinda happened a looong time ago. This is what this stubborn girl does to me.
Despite sounding like a creep I'm touching Lucy gently. Tracing her jaw. Dragging fingers over her neck. It's so pale. The silence I'm getting is pissing me off and giving me the urge to bite her there. Not hard. I'm not sure why but it seems like a good idea. Like something I have to do.
"I am!" Lucy shouts suddenly. I freeze.
"What?"
"It's embarrassing to say out loud Natsu! But… you already know that I am. So stop being stupid and let me up! I want a bath," she groans.
We stare at each other for what seems like way too long.
My blood simmers down as she reaches for each one of my arms. Lucy rubs them absentmindedly- like she's trying to soothe me- while looking towards her window as sunlight creeps onto her red face and shines on the lip she's been licking nervously.
"Lucyyyy," I whine. Now I sound like a little cry-baby. A punk. A stupid softy purring against her collarbone. I'm not scared to act like this around her though. It comes kinda naturally.
But I'd roast anyone in the guild if they ever saw.
"Can I come too?"
"You want to b-bathe with me?"
"Duh. It'll be fun. We can make bubble snow men. And wear bubble mustaches!"
Lips press to my forehead. Luce giggles for a second and nods. "Yeah. But you're getting a bubble beard, too."
Yes!
"I'm gonna get in the tub first."
The announcement isn't what I was hoping to hear.
"But-"
"No buts! Wait out here for a second."
Lucy slams the bathroom door and I've lost the battle before its even started. My well trained ears catch a few ruffling noises before a burst of water starts running. I can picture that milky body resting against the tub, one of Luce's long legs hanging over the edge while the other tests the bath to make sure it feels just right. Those ridiculously huge tits of hers pressing together while she leans over and pours bubble soap. And speaking of leaning, I bet that view of her ass in a pose like that is amazing.
Just thinking about it makes me want to growl again. She'd look beautiful with all that shiny blonde hair pouring over her back while I kiss her neck and make her-
"Natsu, you can come in now!"
Oh. Right. Never mind.
Steam seeps out of the bathroom as soon as I open the door. Lucy is already sitting in the water, her clothes neatly folded and placed in a little basket by the sink. She gazes at me with a shy smile, her whole body hidden by mini-mountains of fluffy bubbles. I'm kinda disappointed. Her hair isn't loose. It's in a bun. Like a pork bun, maybe. Cept I can't really eat her hair. Bummer.
My scarf comes off no problem. As soon as I toss my vest and get to work on my pants, though, Lucy protests. "Can't you get undressed outside and come back in a towel?"
"You've already seen me naked, dope." And I kinda want to see you naked some more, please. Geez Lucy. Why do you have to be so cute all the time…
"I know, but it just seems…"
"Hmph," I roll my eyes and feel a wicked grin stretch from ear to ear. Clothes fly in every direction before I decide to leap into the tub, shouting "Cannon ball!"
"Ah!" a soaked mage curls in on herself, trying to shield her face with her hands and failing miserably. By the time Lucy looks up I already have foam piled on my hair and lined above my lips. I smile at the face she makes. A defeated smirk before she starts laughing at me. Cupped hands place another puff of white on my chin. "You were missing the beard," she giggles. I splash her and she shrieks.
Pretty soon we're soaking the floor from our water-fight. Lucy only stops when she realizes that there aren't enough bubbles left to cover up her chest. I win.
"C'mere," I chuckle, watching her hide those pretty, rosy nipples of hers beneath her arms.
"Why?" Um, why so suspicious Luce? I'm not gonna eat you. Yet.
"So you can sit without hidin' from me." I turn her around so her back is resting against my chest. "There, see?"
She leans back. Gets cozy as her hair settles against my shoulder. "Mmm… this is nice. The water's getting kind of cool though."
I dip each hand into the tub and concentrate a little fire power into them, making steam and more bubbles erupt from the water's surface. Instant hot tub anyone? "That good?"
"Perfect. It's so warm! You can use your slayer magic for so many things I wouldn't even think of."
"I'm a genius."
"I wouldn't go that far."
I squeeze her sides for basically calling me stupid. She squeals.
"Natsu?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you happy right now?"
I blink. "Aren't you, Luce?"
Her fingers play against my thighs beneath the water. "Yeah. Very. And sleepy. Hungry, too."
"Happy should name his kittens that one day! Happy junior, Sleepy, Hungry…"
"And then what? Hope one of them runs into Snow White?"
"Who?"
Lucy laughs loudly, her body shaking against mine in a reaaally interesting way.
"Never mind. It's a story my mama told me when I was really little. I'll tell it to you and Happy one day." Her voice gets a little more quiet. I know Lucy still misses her mother. Probably as much as I miss Igneel. It's just not something I talk about, though, so I change the subject.
"Whaddya wanna eat later?"
She gets what I'm doing and takes the bait. "Mmm, a beef bowl. With broccoli and lots of sauce. Maybe a pudding for dessert," she yawns.
"You pack it away when I'm not lookin' or something?"
"Hey, I'm a growing young woman who spends her time chasing after you crazies and running away from life threatening situations. It works up an appetite. Besides, you eat your own weight in food and then some all the time!"
It's funny how Lucy gets defensive. It's not like eating is doing anything bad to her. It's the opposite, and I look up at the ceiling, reminiscing. Luce used to be a skinny thing. Big enough chest, but her body couldn't compete with Mira or Erza's. Now she's curvier than both of them.
It's almost magical.
I wanna touch Lucy. It's that same urge from last night. Some weird need to be close to her and smother myself against her skin. I press my hands to her stomach and find it weird that no sound comes outta her mouth.
Cause she's sleeping.
Her breathing is too deep and even against me. That's how I know. Plus, instead of pushing me away and trying to club me over the head, Lucy is pressing herself to me completely and sighing like she's having the best dream ever.
My best dream ever had a world made of food! The mountains were made of rice, the trees tasted like smoked jerky, and the rivers ran with water, juice, and beer. I woke up when I took a bite out of a lamp post though. Tasted like some sort of candy. Too weird to sleep through I guess.
One very round backside rubs against me and I sigh. As much as I'd like to help the little problem between my legs, Luce comes first. Silly idiot. Falling asleep and leaving me up by myself (in more than one sense).
With almost no effort I lift her out of the tub and carry her, one arm around her shoulders and another beneath her knees. I have to look down at her for a second. Lucy looks absolutely exhausted. Knocked out cold. Her eyes are shut, long lashes pressed together, little beads of water falling over the edges of em and down her face. All of the water dripping off of her skin makes her shine in the light. I kiss her on top of all that golden hair and make a weird noise. A cross between a growl and a whine. I've never made it before. For once I'm glad Luce is asleep, cause I'm actually blushing at it, and hell if I know why. Yuck.
We'll go to sleep, roll around in Lucy's bed, and then maybe she'll wake up and yell at me about something dumb like usual. I'm ready to do just that as I use my foot to push the bathroom door open the rest of the way.
What I'm not ready for is to see Erza and Grey wandering around as I carry Luce into her room. Our faces have the same thing written all over em: what-the-fuck-is-this?! I can't even tell who screams first.
So much for secrets.