Fifty Shades Freed Fairy Tail
Oi people I'm back and I feel like shit for not updating sooner. I thank GoldenRoseTanya for being my first viewer. We are on the first chapter of the story Fifty Shades Freed. A lot of things went on, like school, Funerals, deaths out of state, and people. I had an argument with my friend that NaLu is better than NaLi *Shutters* which is true I tell you. Now I write this before I get distracted with video games again.
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima and Fifty Shades Freed belongs to E. . I own nothing.
And before I forget, the rest of the chapters will be Anastasia's (or Lucy's in this case) POV. That is all
I stare through gaps in the sea-grass parasol at the bluest of skies, summer blue, Mediterranean blue, with a contented sigh. Natsu is beside me, stretched out on a sun lounge. My husband-my hot, beautiful husband, shirtless and in cut-off jeans- is reading a book predicting the collapse of the Western banking system. By all accounts, it's a page turner. I haven't seen him sit this still, ever. He looks more like a student than the hot-shot CEO of one of the top privately owned companies in the United States.
On the final leg of our honeymoon, we laze in the afternoon sun on the beach of the aptly named Beach Plaza Monte Carlo in Monaco, although we are not actually staying in this hotel. I open my eyes and gaze out at the Fair Lady anchored in the harbor. We are staying, of course, on board the luxury motor yacht. Built in 1928, she floats majestically on the water, queen of all the yachts in the harbor. She looks like a child's wind-up toy. Natsu loves her-I suspect he's tempted to buy her. Honestly, boys and their toys.
Sitting back, I listen to the Natsu Dragneel mix on my new iPod and doze in the late afternoon sun, idly remembering his proposal. Oh, his dreamy proposal in the boathouse…I can almost smell the scent of the meadow…
(Word in mind today: chicken.)
"Can we marry tomorrow?" Natsu murmurs softly in my ear. I am sprawled on his chest in the flowery bower in the boathouse, sated from our passionate lovemaking.
"Hmm."
"Is that a yes?" I hear his hopeful surprise.
"Hmm."
"A no?"
"Hmm."
I sense his grin. "Lucy, are you incoherent?"
I grin. "hmm"
He laughs and hugs me tightly, kissing the top of my head. "Vegas, tomorrow, it is then."
Sleepily I raise my head. "I don't think my parents would be very happy with that."
He thrums his fingertips up and down my naked back, caressing me gently.
"What do you want Lucy? Vegas? A big wedding with all the trimmings? Tell me."
"Not big…Just friends and family." I gaze at him, moved by the quiet entreaty in his glowing onyx eyes. What does he want?
"Okay." He nods. "Where?"
I shrug.
"Could we do it here?" He asks tentatively
"Your folks' place? Would they mind?"
He snorts "My mother would be in seventh heaven."
"Okay, here. I'm sure my mom and dad would prefer that."
He strokes my hair. Could I be any happier?
"So, we establish where, now the when."
"Surely you should ask your mother."
"Hmm." Natsu's smile dips. "She can have a month, that's it. I want you too much to wait any longer."
"Natsu, you have me. You've had me for a while. But okay- a month it is." I kiss his chest, a soft chaste kiss, and smile up at him.
"You'll burn," Natsu whispers in my ear, startling me from my doze.
"Only for you." I give him my sweetest smile. The late afternoon sun has shifted, and I am under its full glare. He smirks and in one swift move pulls my sun lounge into the shade of the parasol.
"Out of the Mediterranean sun, Lucy."
"Thank you for your altruism, Natsu."
"My pleasure, Lucy, and I'm not being altruistic at all. If you burn, I won't be able to touch you." He raises an eyebrow, his eyes shining with mirth, and my heart expands. "But I suspect you know that you're laughing at me."
"Would I?" I gasp, feigning innocence.
"Yes, you would and you do. Often. It's one of the many things I love about you." He leans down and kisses me, playfully biting my lower lip.
"I was hoping you'd rub me down with more sunscreen." I pout against his lips.
"Lucy it's a dirty job…but that's an offer I can't refuse. Sit up," he orders, his voice husky. I do as I'm told, and with slow meticulous strokes from strong and supple fingers, he coats me with sunscreen.
"You really are very lovely. I'm a lucky man," he murmurs as his fingers skim over my breast, spreading the lotion.
"Yes you are, Natsu." I gaze coyly up at him through my lashes.
"Modesty becomes you, Lucy. Turn over. I want to do your back."
Smiling, I roll over, and he undoes the back strap of my hideously expensive bikini.
"How would you feel if I went topless, like the other women on the beach?" I asked.
"Displeased," he says without hesitation. "I'm not very happy about you wearing so little right now." He leans down and whispers in my ear. "Don't push your luck."
"Is that a challenge, Natsu?"
"No. It's a statement of fact, Lucy."
I sigh and shake my head. Oh Natsu… my possessive, jealous, control freak Natsu.
When he's finished, he slaps my behind.
"You'll do, wench."
His ever-present, ever-active BlackBerry buzzes. I frown and he smirks.
"My eyes only, Lucy." He raises his eyebrow in playful warning, slaps my backside once more, and sits back down on his lounger to take the call.
My inner goddess purrs. Maybe tonight we could do some kind of floor show for his eyes only. I grin at the thought and drift back into my afternoon siesta.
"MAM'SELLE? UN PERRIER POUR moi, un Coca-cola light pour ma femme, s'il vous plait. Et quelque chose a manger…laissez moi voir la carte."
Hmm…Natsu speaking fluent French wakes me. My eye-lashes flutter in the glare of the sun, and I find Natsu watching me while a liveried young woman walks away, her tray held aloft, her high blonde ponytail swinging provocatively.
"Thirsty?"
"Yes," I mutter sleepily.
"I could watch you all day. Tired?"
I flush. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Me neither." He grins, puts down his blackberry, and stands.
His shorts fall a little and hang…in that way so his swim trunks are visible beneath. Natsu takes his shorts off, stepping out of his flip-flops. I lose my train of thought.
"Come for a swim with me." He holds his hand while I look up at him, dazed. "Swim?" he says again, cocking his head to one side, an amused expression on his face. When I don't respond, he shakes his head slowly.
"I think you need a wake-up call." Suddenly he pounces and lifts me into his arms while I shriek, more from surprise than alarm.
"Natsu! Put me down!" I squeal.
He chuckles. "Only in the sea, baby."
Several sunbathers on the beach watched with that bemused disinterest so typical, I now realize, of the French, as Natsu carries me to the sea, laughing, and wades in.
I clasp my arms around his neck. "You wouldn't," I say breathlessly, trying to stifle my giggling.
He grins. "Oh, Luce, baby, have you learned nothing in the short time we've known each other?" He kisses me, and I seize my opportunity, running my fingers through his hair, grasping two handfuls and kissing him back while invading his mouth with my tongue. He inhales sharply and leans back, eyes smoky but wary.
"I know your game," he whispers and slowly sinks into the cool, clear water, taking me with him as his lips find mine once more. The chill of the Mediterranean is soon forgotten as I wrap myself around my husband.
"I thought you wanted to swim," I murmur against his mouth.
"You're very distracting." Natsu grazes his teeth along my lower lip. "But I'm not sure if I want the good people of Monte Carlo to see my wife in the throes of passion."
I run my teeth along his jaw, his stubble tickly against my tongue (if he had a stubble XD), not caring a dime for the good people of Monte Carlo.
"Luce," he groans. He wraps my ponytail around his wrist and tugs gently, tilting my head back, exposing my throat. He trails kisses from my ear down my neck
"Shall I take you in the sea?" he breathes.
"Yes," I whisper.
Natsu pulls away and gazes down at me, his eyes warm, wanting, and amused. "Mrs. Dragneel, you're insatiable and so brazen. What sort of monster have I created?"
"A monster fit for you. Would you have me any other way?"
"I'll take you in any way I can get you, you know. But not right now. Not with an audience." He jerks his head towards the shore.
What?
Sure enough, several sunbathers on the beach have abandoned their indifference and now regard us with interest. Suddenly, Natsu grabs me around my waist and launches me into the air, letting me into the water and sink beneath the waves to the soft sand below. I surface, coughing, spluttering, and giggling.
"Natsu!" I scold, glaring at him. I thought we were going to make love in the sea…and chalked up yet another fist. He bites his lower lip to stifle his amusement. I splash him, and he splashes me right back.
"We have all night," he says, grinning like a fool. "Laters, baby." He dives beneath the sea and surfaces three feet away from me, then is a fluid, graceful crawl, swims away from the shore, away from me.
Gah! Playful, tantalizing Fifty! I shield my eyes from the sun as I watch him go. He's such a tease…what can I do to get him back? While I swim to shore, I contemplate my options. At the lounges our drinks have arrived, and I take a quick sip of Diet Coke. Natsu is a faint speck in the distance.
Hmm . . . I lie down on my front and, fumbling with the straps, take my bikini off and casually toss onto Natsu's sun lounge. There...see how braze I can be, Mr. Dragneel. Put this in your pipe and smoke it. I shut my eyes and let the sun warm my skin . . . warm my bones and I drift away under its heat, my thoughts turning to my wedding day.
"You may kiss the bride," Reverend Walsh announces.
I beam at my husband.
"Finally, you're mine," he whispers and pulls me into his arms and kisses me chastely on the lips.
I am married. I am Mrs. Natsu Dragneel. I am giddy with joy.
"You look beautiful, Luce," he murmurs and smiles, his eyes glowing with love...and something darker, something hot.
"Don't let anyone take that dress off but me, understand?" His smile heats a hundred degrees as his fingertips trail down my cheek, igniting my blood.
Holy crap... How does he do this, even here with all these people staring at us?
I nod mutely. Jeez, I hope no one can hear us. Luckily Reverend Walsh has discreetly stepped back. I glance and the throng gathered in their wedding finery...My mom, Jude, Bob, and the Dragneels (In this story Gray is going to have Natsu story. I'm sorry for those who have a prob with it...but then again I don't. ONWARDS MY GOOD HANDS!) are applauding-even Juvia, my maid of honor, who looks stunning in a baby blue as she stands beside Natsu's best man, his brother Gray. Who knew that even Gray could scrub up so well? All wear huge beaming smiles, except Grandine, who weeps graciously into a dainty white handkerchief.
"Ready to party, Mrs. Dragneel?" Natsu murmurs, giving me his shy smile. I melt. He looks divine in a simple black tux with silver waistcoat and tie (Am I the only one going paranoid with this sentence?) He's so...dashing.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I grin, a totally goofy smile on my face. Later the wedding party is in full swing... Makarov and Grandine have gone to town. They have the tent up again and beautifully decorated in baby blue, silver, and ivory (yes I did type that. Got a problem? o_O) with its sides open, facing the bay. We have been blessed with fine weather, and late afternoon sun shines over water. There's a dance floor at one end, a lavish buffet at the other.
Jude and my mother are dancing and laughing with each other. I feel bittersweet watching them together. I hope Natsu and I last longer. I don't know what I'd do if he left me. Marry in haste, repeat the leisure. The saying haunts me.
Juvia is beside me, looking beautiful in her long silk gown. She glances at me and frowns. "Hey, this is supposed to be the happiest day of your life," she scolds.
"It is," I whisper.
"Oh Lucy what's wrong? Are you watching your mom and Jude?"
I nod sadly
"They're happy."
"Happier apart."
"You're having doubts?" Juvia asks, alarmed.
"No, not at all. It's just... I love him so much." I freeze, unable or unwilling to articulate my fears.
"Lucy, it's obvious he adores you. I know you had an unconventional start to you relationship, but I see how happy both have been over the past month." She grasps my hands, squeezing them. "Besides, it's too late now," she adds with a grin.
I giggle. Trust Juvia to the point out the obvious. She pulls me into a Juvia Lockster Special Hug. "Lucy, you'll be fine. And if he hurts one hair on your head, he'll have to answer to me." Releasing me, she grins at whoever is behind me.
"Hi, baby." Natsu puts his arms around me, surprising me, and kisses my temple. "Juvia," he acknowledges. He's still cool towards her even after six weeks.
"Hello again, Natsu. I'm off to find your best man, which happens to be my best man, too." With a smile to us both, she heads over to Gray, who is drinking with her brother, Gajeel, and our friend (guys choose a name before I go crazy. Who should Jose be?).
"Time to go," Natsu murmurs.
"Already? This is the first party I've been to where I don't mind being the center of attention." I turn in his arms to face him.
"You deserve to be. You look stunning, Lucy."
"So do you."
He smiles, his expression heating. "This beautiful dress becomes you."
"This old thing?" I blush shyly and pull at the fine lace trim of the simple, fitted wedding dress designed for me by Juvia's mother. I love that the lace is just off the shoulder-demure, yet alluring, I hope.
He bends down and kisses me. "Let's go. I don't want to share you with all these people anymore."
"Can we leave our own wedding?"
"Baby, it's our party, we can do whatever we want. We've cut the cake. And right now, I'd whisk you away and have you all to myself."
I giggle. "You have me for a lifetime, Mr. Dragneel."
"I'm very glad to hear that, Mrs. Dragneel."
"Oh, there you two are! Such love birds."
I groan inwardly...Grandine's mother has found us.
"Natsu, darling-one more dance with your grandma?"
"Natsu purses his lips. "Of course, Grandmother."
"And you, beautiful Lucy, go and make an old man happy-dance with Elfman."
"Elfman, Mrs. Strauss?"
"Grandpa Strauss. And I think you can call my Grandma. Now, you two seriously need to get working on my great-grandkids. I won't last too much longer." She gives us both a simpering smile.
Natsu blinks at her in horror. "Come, Grandmother," he says, hurriedly taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. He glances back at me, practically pouting, and rolls his eyes. "Laters, baby."
As I walk towards Grandpa Strauss, Luke accosts me.
"I won't ask you for another dance. I think I monopolized too much of your time on the dance floor as it...I'm happy to see you happy, but I'm serious Lucy. I'll be here...if you need me."
"Luke, thank you. You're a good friend."
"I mean it." His dark eyes shine with sincerity.
"I know you do. Thank you. Luke. Now, if you excuse me-I have a date with an old man."
He furrows his brow in confusion
"Natsu's grandfather," I clarify.
He grins. "Good luck with that, Lulu. Good luck with everything."
"Thanks, Luke."
After my dance Christian's ever charming grandfather, I stand by the French doors, watching the sun sink slowly over Seattle, casting bright orange and aquamarine shadows across the bay.
"Let's go." Natsu urges.
"I have to change." I grasp his hand, meaning to pull him through the French windows and upstairs with me. He frowns, not understanding, and tugs my hand gently, halting me.
"I thought you wanted to be the one to take this dress off," I explained. His eyes lit up.
"Correct." He gives me a lascivious grin. "But I'm not undressing you here. We wouldn't leave until... I don't know." He waves his long fingered hand leaving his sentence unfinished, but the meaning clear.
I flush and let go of his hand.
"And don't take down your hair," he murmurs darkly.
"But-"
"No buts, Lucy. You look beautiful. And I want to be the one to undress you."
Oh. I frown.
"Pack your going-away clothes," he orders. "You'll need them. Loki has your main suitcase."
"Okay." What has he got planned? He hasn't told me where we're going. In fact, I don't think anyone knows where we're going. Neither Levy nor Juvia has managed to inveigle the information out of him. I turn to where my mother and Juvia are hovering nearby.
"I'm not changing."
"What?" my mother asks.
"Natsu doesn't want me to." I shrug as if this should explain everything. Her brows furrows briefly.
"You didn't promise to obey," she reminds me tactfully. Juvia tries to disguise her snort as a cough. I narrow my eyes at her. Neither she nor my mother has any idea of the fight Natsu and I had about that. I don't want to rehash that argument. Jeez, can my Fifty Shades sulk...and have nightmares. The memory is sobering.
"I know, mom, but he likes this dress, and I want to please him."
Her expression softens. Juvia rolls her eyes and tactfully moves away to leave us alone.
"You look so lovely, darling." Layla gently tugs at a loose tendril of my hair and strokes my chin. "I'm so proud of you, honey. You're going to make Natsu a very happy man." She pulls my into a hug
Oh, Mom!
"I just can't believe how grown-up you look right now. Beginning a new life...Just remember that men are from planet, and you'll be fine."
I giggle. Natsu is from a different universe, if only she knew.
"Thanks, Mom."
Jude joins us, smiling sweetly at both Mom and me.
"You made a beautiful girl, Layla," he says, his eyes glowing with pride. He looks so dapper in his black tux and pale pink waistcoat. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes. Oh no...so far I have managed not to cry.
"And you watched her and helped her to grow up, Jude." Layla's voice is wistful.
"And I loved every single minute. You make one hell of a bride, Lulu." Jude tucks the same loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Oh, Dad..." I stifle a sob, and he hugs me in a brief, awkward way.
"You'll make one hell of a wife, too," he whispers, his voice hoarse.
When he releases me, Natsu is back at my side.
Jude shakes his hand warmly. "Look after my girl, Natsu."
"I fully intend too, Jude. Layla." He nods at my stepdad and kisses my mother.
The rest of the wedding guest have formed a long human arch for us to travel through, leading around to the front of the house.
"Ready?" Natsu asks.
"Yes."
Taking my hand, he leads me under their outstretched arms while our guests shout good luck and congratulations and shower us with rice. Waiting with smiles and hugs at the end of the arch are Grandine and Igneel. They hug and kiss us both in turn. Grandine is emotional again as we bid them hasty good-byes.
Loki is waiting to whisk us away in the Audi SUV. As Natsu holds the car door open for me, I turn and toss my bouquet of white and pink roses into a crown of young women that has gathered. Levy triumphantly holds it aloft, grinning from ear to ear.
As I slide into the SUV, laughing at Levy's audacious catch, Natsu bends to gather the hem of my dress. Once I'm safely in, he bids the waiting crown farewell.
Loki holds the car door open for him. "Congratulations, sir."
"Thank you, Loki," Natsu replies as he seats himself besides me.
As Loki pulls away, our wedding guests shower the vehicle with rice. Natsu grasp my hand and kisses my knuckles.
"So far so good, Mrs. Dragneel?"
"So far so wonderful, Mr. Dragneel. Where are we going?"
"Sea-Tac," he says simply and smiles a sphinxlike smile.
Hmm...what is he planning?
Loki does not head for the departure terminal as I expected but through a security gate and directly onto the Tarmac. What? And then I see her-Natsu's jet...Dragneel Enterprises Holding, Inc. in a large blue lettering across her fuselage.
"Don't tell me you're misusing company property again!"
"Oh, I hope so, Lucy." Natsu grins.
Loki halts the Audi at the foot of the steps leading up to the plane and leaps out to open Natsu's door. They have a brief discussion, then Natsu opens my door-and rather than stepping back to give me room to climb out, he leans in and lifts me.
Whoa! "What are you doing?" I squeak.
"Carrying you over the threshold," he says.
"Oh." Isn't that supposed to be at home?
He carries me effortlessly up the stairs, and Loki follows with my small suitcase. He leaves it on the threshold of the plane before returning to the Audi. Inside the cabin, I recognize Lily (Lily as in Panther Lily for those who don't know. He is in his Human form ATM), Natsu's Pilot, in his uniform.
"Welcome aboard, sir. Mrs. Dragneel." He grins.
Natsu puts me down and shakes Lily's hand. Besides Lily stands a red-haired woman in her-what? Late twenties? She's also in uniform
"Congratulations on you both," Lily continues.
"Thank you, Lily. Lucy, you know Lily. He's our captain today, and this is First Officer Amber."
She blushes as Natsu introduces her and blinks rapidly. I want to roll my eyes. Another female completely captivated by my too-handsome-for-his-own-good husband.
"Delighted to meet you," gushes Amber. I smile kindly at her. After all-he is mine.
"All preparations complete?" Natsu asks them both as I glance around the cabin. The interior is all pale maple and pale cream leather. It's lovely. Another young woman in uniform stands at the other end of the cabin-a very pretty black haired woman.
"We have all clear. Weather is good from here to Boston."
Boston?
"Turbulence?"
"Not before Boston. There's a weather front over Shannon that might give us a rough ride."
Shannon? Ireland?
"I see. Well, I hope to sleep through it all," says Natsu matter-of-factly.
Sleep?
"We'll get underway, sir," Lily says. We'll leave you in the capable care of Natasha, your flight attendant."
Natsu glances in her direction and frowns, but turns to Lily with a smile.
"Excellent," he says. Taking my hand, he leads me to one of the sumptuous leather seats. There must be at least twelve of them in total.
"Sit," he says as he removes his jacket and undoes his fine silver brocade vest. We sit in two single seats facing each other with a small, highly polished table between us.
"Welcome aboard sir, ma'am, and congratulations." Natasha is at our side, offering us each a glass of pink champagne.
"Thank you," Natsu says, and she smiles politely at us and retreats to the gallery.
"Here's to a happy married life, Lucy." Natsu raises his glass to mine, and we clink. The champagne is delicious.
"Bollinger?" I ask
"The same."
"The first time I drank this was out of teacups." I grin.
"I remember that day as well. Your graduation."
"Where are we going?" I'm unable to contain my curiosity any longer.
"Shannon," Natsu says, his eyes light up in excitement. He looks like a small boy.
"In Ireland?" We're going to Ireland!
"To refuel," he adds, teasing.
"Then?" I prompt
His grin broadens and he shakes his head.
"Natsu!"
"London," he says, gazing intently at me, trying to gauge my reaction.
I gasp. Holy cow. I thought maybe we'd go to New York or Aspen, or maybe the Caribbean. I can hardly believe it. My life-time ambition has been to visit England. I lit up from within, incandescent with happiness.
"Then Paris."
What?
"Then the South of France."
Whoa!
"I know you've always dreamed of going to Europe," he says softly. "I want to make your dreams come true, Lucy."
"You are my dreams come true, Natsu."
"Back to you, Mrs. Dragneel," he whispers.
Oh my...
"Buckle up."
I grin and do as I'm told.
As the plane taxis out onto the runway, we sip our champagne, grinning inanely at each other. I can't believe it. At twenty-two years old, I'm finally leaving the United States and going to Europe- to London of all places.
Once we're airborne, Natasha serves us yet more champagne and prepares our wedding feast. And what a feast it is- smoked salmon, followed by roast partridge with a green bean salad and dauphinoise potatoes, all cooked and served by the ever-efficient Natasha.
"Desert, Mr. Dragneel?" she asks.
He shakes his head and runs his finger across his bottom lip as he looks questioningly at me, his expression dark and unreadable.
"No, thank you," I murmur, unable to break eye contact with him. His lips curl into a small, secret smile, and Natasha retreats.
"Good," he murmurs. "I'd rather planned on having you for desert."
Oh...here?
"Come," he says, rising from the table and offering his hand. He leads me to the back of the cabin.
"There's a bathroom here." He points to a small door, and then leads me on down a short corridor and through at the end.
Jeez...a bedroom. The cabin is cream and maple and the small double bed is covered in gold and taupe cushions. It looks very comfortable.
Natsu turns and pulls me into his arms, gazing down at me.
"I thought we'd spend our wedding night at thirty-five thousand feet. It's something I've never done before."
Another first. I gape at him, my heart pounding...the mile high club. I've heard about this.
"But first I have to get you out of this fabulous dress." His eyes glow with love and something darker, something I love...something that calls to my inner goddess. He takes my breath away.
"Turn around." His voice is low, authoritative, and sexy as hell. How can he infuse so much promise into those two words? Willingly I comply and his hands more to my hair. Gently he pulls out each hair pin one at a time, his expert fingers making short work of the task. My hair falls in swaths over my shoulders, one lock at a time, covering my back and down to my breasts. I try to stand still and not squirm, but I'm aching for his touch. After our long, tiring but exciting day, I want him-all of him.
"You have such beautiful hair, Luce." His mouth is close to my ear and I feel his breath, though his lips don't touch me. When my hair is free of pins, he runs his fingers through it, gently massaging my scalp...oh my... I close my eyes and savor the sensation. His fingers travel down, and he tugs, tilting my head back to expose my throat.
"You're mine," he breathes, and his teeth tug my ear lobe.
I groan.
"Hush now," he admonishes. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and trails a finger across the top of my back from shoulder to shoulder, following the lace edge of my dress. I shiver in anticipation. He plants a tender kiss on my back above the first button on my dress.
"So beautiful," he says as he deftly undoes the first button. "You have made me the happiest man alive today." With infinite slowness, he unfastens each button, all the way down my back. "I love you so much." Trailing kisses from the nape pf my neck to the edge of my shoulder. Between each kiss he murmurs, "I. Want. You. So. Much. I. Want. To. Be. Inside. You. You. Are. Mine."
Each word is intoxicating. I close my eyes and tilt my head, giving him easier access to my neck, and I fall further under the spell that is Natsu Dragneel, my husband.
"Mine," he whispers once more. He peels my dress down my arms so that it pools at my feet in a cloud of ivory silk and lace.
"Turn around," he whispers, his voice suddenly hoarse. I do so and he gasps.
I'm dressed in a tight, bright pink satin corset with garter straps, matching lacy briefs, and white silk stockings. Natsu's eyes travel greedily down my body, but he says nothing. He just gazes at me, his eyes wide with want.
"You like?" I ask quietly, aware of the shy blush creeping across my cheeks.
"More than like, baby. You look sensational. Here." He holds out his hand and, taking it, I step out of my dress.
"Keep still," he murmurs, and without taking his darkening eyes off mine, he runs his middle finger over my breasts, following the line of my corset. My breathe shallows, and he repeats the journey over my breasts once more, his tantalizing finger sending tingles down my spine. He stops and twirls his index finger in the air, indicating that he wants me to turn around.
For him, right now, I'd do anything.
"Stop," he says. I'm facing the bed, away from him. His arm encircles my waist, pulling me against him, and he nuzzles my neck. Gently he cups my breasts, toying with them, while his thumbs circle over my nipples so that they strain against the fabric of my corset.
"Mine," he whispers.
"Yours," I breathe.
Leaving my breasts bereft he runs his hands down my stomach, over my belly, and down my thighs, his thumbs skimming my sex. I stifle a moan. His fingers skate down each garter, and with his usual dexterity, he simultaneously unhooks each one from my stockings. His hands travel around my behind.
"Mine," he breathes as his hands spread across my backside, the tips of his fingers brushing my sex.
"Ah."
"Hush." His hands travel back down to my thighs and once more, he unclips my garters.
Leaning down, he pulls back the covers of the bed. "Sit down." In his thrall, I do as I'm told, and he kneels at my feet and gently tugs off each of my white bridal Jimmy Choos. He grasps the top of my left stocking and slowly peels it off, running his thumbs down my leg... He repeats the process with the other stocking.
"This is like unwrapping my Christmas present." He smiles up at me through his long dark lashes.
"A present you've already had..."
He frowns in admonishment. "Oh no, baby. This time it's really mine."
"Natsu, I've been yours ever since I said yes." I scoot forward, cupping his beloved face in my hands. "I'm yours. I will always be yours, husband of mine. No, I think you're wearing too many clothes." I bend to kiss him, and suddenly he leans up, kisses my lips and grasps my head with his hands, his fingers threading into my hair.
"Luce," he breathes. "My Luce." His lips claim mines once more, his tongue invasively persuasive.
"Clothes," I whisper, our breath mingling as I push back his vest and he struggles out of it, releasing me for a moment. He pauses, gazing at me, eyes wide, eyes wanting.
"Let me, please." My voice soft and cajoling. I want to undress my husband, my Fifty.
He sits back on his heels, and leaning forward I grasp his tie- his silver-gray tie, my favorite tie- and slowly undo it and pull it free. He raises his chin to let me tackle the top button of his white shirt; then it's undone, I move on to his cuffs. He's wearing platinum cuff links-engraved with an entwined L and N-my wedding present to him. When I've removed them, he takes the cuff links from me and fists them in his hand. Then he kisses this fist and shoves them into his pants pocket.
"Mr. Dragneel is so romantic."
"For you Mrs. Dragneel- hearts and flowers. Always."
I take his hand and, glancing up through my lashes, kiss his plain platinum wedding ring. He groans and closes his eyes.
"Luce," he whispers, and my name is a prayer.
Reaching up to his second shirt button and mirroring him from earlier, I plant a soft kiss on his chest as I undo each of them and whisper between each kiss, "You. Make. Me. So. Happy. I. Love. You."
He groans, and in one swift move, he clasp me around the waist and lifts me onto the bed, following me down on it. His lips find mine, his hands curling around my head, holding me, stilling me as our tongues glory in each other. Abruptly Natsu Kneels up, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
"You are so beautiful...wife." he runs his hands down my legs, then grasps my left toe. "You have such lovely legs. I want to kiss every inch of them. Starting here." He presses his lips against my big toe and then grazes the pad with his teeth. Everything south of my waistline convulses. His tongue glides up my instep and his teeth skim my heel and up to my ankle. He trails kisses up the inside of my calf; soft wet kisses. I wiggle beneath him.
"Still, Mrs. Dragneel," he warns, and suddenly he flips me onto my stomach and continues his leisurely journey with his mouth up the backs of my legs, to my thighs, me behind, and then he stops. I groan.
"Please..."
"I want you naked," he murmurs and slowly unhooks my corset, one hook at a time. When it's flat on the bed beneath me, he runs his tongue up the length of my spine.
"Natsu, please."
"What do you want?" His words are soft and close to my ear. He's almost lying on top of me...I can feel him hard against my behind.
"You."
"And I you, my love, my life...," he whispers, and before I know it, he's flipped me onto my back. He stands swiftly and in one efficient move dispenses with his pants and boxer briefs so that he's gloriously naked and looming large and ready over me. The small cabin is eclipsed by his dazzling beauty and his want and need of me. He leans down and peels off my panties, then gazes at me.
"Mine," he mouths.
"Please," I beg and he grins...a salacious, wicked, tempting, all-Fifty smile.
He crawls back onto the bed and trails kisses ups my right leg this time...until he reaches the apex of my thighs. He pushes my legs wider apart.
"Ah...wife of mine," he murmurs, and then his mouth is on me. I close my eyes and surrender to his all-so-adroit tongue. My hands fist in his hair and my hips swing and sway, slave to his rhythm, then buck off the small bed. He grabs my hips to still me...but doesn't stop the delicious torture. I'm close, so close.
"Natsu." I moan
"Not yet," he breathes, and he moves up my body, his tongue dipping into my naval.
"No!" Damn! I sense his smile against me belly as his journey continues north.
"So impatient, Mrs. Dragneel. We have until we touch down on the Emerald Isle." Reverentially he kisses my breasts and tugs my left nipple between his lips. Gazing up at me, his eyes are dark like a tropical storm as he teases me.
Oh my...I'd forgotten. Europe.
"Husband, I want you. Please."
He looms up over me, his body covering mine, resting his weight on his elbows. He runs his nose down mine, and I run my hands down his strong, supple back to his fine, fine backside.
"Mrs. Dragneel...wife. We aim to please." His lips brush. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Eyes open. I want to see you."
"Natsu...ah...," I cry, as he slowly sinks into me.
"Luce, oh Luce," he breathes, and he starts to move.
"WHAT THE HELL DO you think you're doing?" Natsu shouts, waking me up from my very pleasant dream. He's standing all wet and beautiful at the edge of my sun lounge and glaring down at me.
What have I done? Oh no... I'm lying on my back... Crap, crap, crap, and he's mad. Shit. He's really mad.
I'M DONE BITCHES! I'm kidding about the bitches part but FINALLY I'M DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER...for now that is.
Also, I won't be working on this on spring break for 2 reasons
#1: I am going to Palm Springs to visit my aunt, who has the Borderline personality disorder like the rest of the women on my mom's side. For those who don't know the Borderline disorder, it's a disorder, mostly found in parents, where they will take their problems out on you and say and do things they don't mean. No that those not mean they are Bi-polar, they are just going through shit and they want to take it out on someone. My aunt's case is extreme, so we will be going in the spring.
#2: School and I are not doing so hot at the moment so I want to bring my grades up so I cane get my lip ring! Or lip piercing if you want to call it that, I don't care.
Enjoy and good-bye
