-Obviously, Im a terrible fanfict. writer and my promises mean nothing. I wont even apologize, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed and explained the lingo to me :D I appreciate it!-

Recap - Her heart stuttered at the radiant smile that slowly spread across his face. She looked up at him through her thick lashes, eyes becoming innocent and doe like, yet needy. She was asking him for something… Now if only he wasn't too dense to find out?

The heat from the meal was coursing through Lucy's veins singeing away all rational thought. All she knew is that, suddenly, there was a fire in her belly and the only one who could sate it was the Firebreather himself. His plate of food was the simple insignificant barrier between her heat and his. And this miniscule abstraction was beginning to piss her off. She frowned at it, brain slowly dragging itself away from all heady thoughts of what she wanted to do to Natsu and focused on the inquisitive reason of the plate actually being there. It took a few more seconds of blank staring before the reason dawned on her, and the slow serpentine smile that spread across her face said not a thing short of her obvious victory. Her triumphant gaze lifted to his, all signs of coyness gone from her seductress form as she drawled out, "Whats wrong Natsu? Can't take the heat?" Her tone was low and teasing but dripped with condescending undertones.

He quirked an incredulous brow, who was she to question his abilities? Just a Stellar Spirit mage, just his teammate, his nakama, just the only person who he felt wholly comfortable in putting all his trust, just the girl he met one sunny day in a village far away from here, just a girl with a dream to join the best guild ever, just a girl who had stolen his heart that day. Just a girl.

He frowned at the inquisitive thoughts, why did she feel like she was so distant from him when he cared so much for her? "Luce-"

Her confident smirk faltered Natsu was staring at her with an intense expression. His lips formed a delicate frown, brows furrowed and knitted together darkened his features and created a new depth to his smoldering gaze. As light hearted and care free as the dragon slayer could seem, sometimes this intensity would boil up from the deep recesses of his heart. Only seen previously in the most heated of battles Natsu became quite serious his expression and demeanor demanding nothing short of one's full attention. So, Lucy did just that when he called her nickname, voice deep and grating she was so close to him she could practically feel the words in the air.

He didn't know what to say. She waited for him on hands and knees on the table, eyes glittering with barley held desire, again he felt that urge, to ignite those eyes of hers. A tension grew in his belly as he slowly leaned forward, gaze locked and gauging her reaction as he drew nearer and nearer. Her eye lids fluttered as he was barely a hairsbreadth from her lips he paused, and whispered, "Luce-"

The taste of her name on his lips was the final straw, she pressed her lips to his in an ardent kiss. Her mind collapsing due to the fact that it couldn't comprehend that she was kissing Natsu. But, quite frankly, she didn't care if her mind left her forever at this point, all that mattered is what she felt here and now. And what she was feeling was beyond amazing. She shivered at the sensation of his velvety yet rough lips on hers, it was an exquisite balance, the roughness punctuating the tender points in her own senses, like his calloused hands which brushed up her arms and over her exposed shoulders, back down to hold the upper parts of her arms. She was soaring at the brush of his closed mouth against hers. Then his lips parted against hers, pulling and nibbling they were melting her slowly, mind befuddled all she could understand was her need for more, more of him, and now.

She slid over the plate and pushed him back into the chair as she descended from the table, long legs reaching the floor as her hand moved to his chest. He looked up at her expectantly as she lowered one knee to the seat of the chair on the outside of his thigh effectively moving closer. Her lips pressed to his again, this time hungry and demanding. His response was immediate, hands like fire gripped her hips, steadying her and allowing her to move her other knee to the chair. Straddling him as she towered above his raised head and showered kisses down on him like they came from heaven, he was only heartbeats away from his braking point.

The kiss became fiercer, carnal as the need for one another became near unbearable. He leaned forward forcing her back under his onslaught, the excitement he felt through her dominance flaring even higher as he felt her giving the dominance to him. He picked her up as he stood, feeling long legs wrap around his waist, heat that had been roiling in his lower abdomen spiked spreading through his body and raised the temperature in the room. His arousal throbbed painfully. Desperate for release. He lay her back upon the table bent at the waist to keep their mouths pressed, either one of her silky thighs encasing his hips as her core presses wantonly against his own throbbing heat. The room is so filled with heat, it pulses off of his body like he an oven, and flows from her pores in waves of blissful pleasure. The searing heat from her meal couples with his, creating an experience akin to those of erotic stimulating aphrodisiacs. She feels like she is dying and being rebirthed at the same time. Like the phoenix ending in the blaze and rising in the ashes, but she needs him, she needs him to end the fire or she is afraid she may loose herself to it. Breaking away from his addictive kisses her lungs shudder for air. But he is still hungry, his lips move to her neck, skimming the sensitive pulse points and stealing the air from her lungs yet again. All she can do is moan and gasp beneath his touches. His hips grind into hers enticing mind-blowing waves of pleasure to ripple through her being. He growls at her squirming response, she needs to be closer, she needs him to touch her. Arching against him like a cat she begs, "Please Natsu."

"Oh Lucy, fuck…" He can't stand it. He is so hot, she is so sexy and her squirming may be the end of him if he isn't careful. He peels his form from hers and grins wickedly at her frustrated moan. But her legs remain locked around his hips, greedily clutching his waist to hers, short of breath he pants out, "Now how am I to get my pants off like this Luce?" His pointed look at her legs clearing her slow thoughts. Blushing she released him and watched as he began to take off his vest. She watched him undress, though it was too quick to be much of a show she didn't mind. In fact, so desperate for the feeling of him, she began undressing too. She blushed and covered herself from his gaze. "Lucy, don't hide yourself from me." His dark eyes looked into hers as he pulled her hands from her chest. She felt reassurance spread through her as he leaned in to kiss her lips. It was slow and gentle, but she could feel the hunger behind it, the beast prowling and lurking, it made her hotter to know he wanted her so bad, made her wetter.

He bit her lip as he pulled back from her. His hands running up her sides, thumbs teasingly brushing against the sides of her large breasts, she was so soft he wanted to just kiss and taste every inch of her.

A breathy moan tumbled from her as he bit her bottom lip between his teeth, the touch of pain exciting her, making her rub her luscious thighs together in vain attempts to quench her growing desire. He noticed and looked into her eyes, lids lowered into a heated gaze where only a fiery desire for her blazed. His hands grasped her naked breasts and squeezed and rolled the peaks. Her back arched, instinctively pressing into the pleasurable touch. Her mind mildly wondered if it was possible for anyone's hands to feel this good, or was it just him? Was it just Natsu? The silly, temperamental, big hearted boy she met in that little town so long ago? The man who fought fiercer than anyone else for what he believed in? The man who she trusted her life to? The man she possibly...loved? Was this love? Or was this lust?

He pinched her nipples and she felt her core throb with desire, "Oh Natsu, please, I need you now!"

One of his hands pushed her thighs apart and he settled between them. "You smell so good Lucy." The words were more of a groan against her neck, pressed into her skin with his wet kisses just below her ear, arousing her further as goose bumps erupted along her arms. His hand pressed gingerly in to the supple soft skin of her thigh, right next to her center. Her heart fluttered for a moment, a twinge of fear rooting itself in her. Was this just some one time deal? Did she want it to be more? Was she cheap?

As if he sensed her hesitation he paused, his face buried in her hair at the nape of her neck. He slowed his breathing, trying to calm his raging feelings, and feeling his own little seed of doubt. Sure, he had deep rooted feelings for her, he knew that now, but… what was he to her? Cherishing this moment he imprinted it in his mind, this was it, depending on her answer to him, this moment would either tear him apart forever or be the foundation of the rest of his life, either way it was the most beautiful moment he had ever experienced. He pulled back from her hair and looked at her beneath him. Her hands, which had been clutching into his shoulders, rested closer to his neck now unsure of his actions they barely held him to her. He looked at her, really looked at her, wanting this to be imprinted in his mind too. Kiss-bruised glossy lips, disheveled golden hair hallowing her perfect angelic face, and those eyes of hers… Deep brown, glowing with an inner light, like star light, he could see the stars in her eyes, infinite cosmos, blazing, just for him. His breath hitched at the feeling portrayed in her eyes and he let the words slip, "I love you."

Those eyes widened to impossible proportions. As realization of what he had just admitted dawned on him he choked up, yet he could not take the words back. He would not, they were the truth and he meant it through and through. He stood firm behind what he knew.

"Natsu…" Her hands slid forward, the sensation of cool fingers over heated skin, framing his face she looked into his eyes and saw the undeniable truth. A smile brighter than the sun spread across her face and stole his breath, her eyes glittered with tears. " Oh Natsu! I love you too."

Shocked, it took a few heartbeats before his mind processed her feelings. When it did he could do nothing but press his lips to hers and hope the feelings where conveyed. Her hands slid back into his hair and locked his lips to hers. The kiss was infinitely deeper than anything they had experienced yet. Indescribably feeling coursed through one and transmitted into the other, their love growing to the breaking point, She pulled away the tears leaving glittering trails down either side of her face, like twin milky ways, she meant more to him than anything else in his life, she was his everything. He tightened his grip on her, wanting to show her his feelings.

"Luce…?"

The question need not to be put into words for her understanding and without a doubt in her heart, she whispered, "I love you Natsu." And held on to her dragon.