Love and Lucky

Zara's Note: Oh my goodness, thank you to everyone for your support once again. As embarrassing as it is, I love that there are so many of you who like this story. Please don't hesitate to send me a review; those are my favourite part!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail. If I did, NaLu would be canon by now.


Chapter 3: FitBit

"Is that the best you can do Matchstick?" Jeez, you burn down your high school chemistry lab one time and then suddenly you're a pyro.

"Shut up you fucking popsicle," Natsu snapped at his friend, glaring out of the corner of his eye. "Like you could keep up with me, even on your best day."

Gray glared right back, pumping his arms to run a bit faster. "Says the guy who lost the last five times."

During the weekends, Natsu and Gray had the odd tradition of going running together. Since high school, the two boys would wake up at the crack of dawn, throw on some gear and go for a run around town, circling through central park a few times, before winding down just before they hit home. In all honesty, it was just an excuse to have a competition, most days turning into some kind of race to see who was fastest.

"You beat me twice," Natsu corrected, easily speeding up to match his pace with Gray's. "And the only reason you did was because I was distracted."

"Yeah, probably thinking about Lucy."

Natsu almost face planted. Almost.

"What the fuck does that mean?" he growled, trying to ignore the smug smirk on his rival's face.

"You know what it means," Gray snickered and Natsu shot out a fist to bash him on the side of his face. "Ow, what the fuck Flame Brain."

"As if you're one to talk," Natsu growled, not completely evading the elbow that was jabbed into his ribs. "Seen Juvia lately?"

"So what if I have?" Gray retorted, refusing to look at him as just the barest of pinks coloured the tips of his ears. "We're friends."

As they passed, a few people would stop and stare at the punches being thrown but Natsu and Gray were used to this. This was actually pretty tame compared to their usual brawls.

"Please Gray," Natsu rolled his eyes. They were nearing the fountain, their usual water break spot. Beside him, his friend slowed down when it came into view and Natsu took the opportunity to run in front of him and turn around, jogging backwards as they ribbed at each other. "You've practically been pining after her since senior year."

Gray's eyes bugged out. "What the hell? No I haven't."

This time, it was Natsu's turn to snicker. "Are you kidding me? You practically fuck her with your eyes whenever you see her."

"Hey," Gray snapped, launching himself forward to land a blow to Natsu's jaw. "Shut your mouth. That's Juvia you're talking about."

"You're the one who's doing it," Natsu sneered back, rubbing his jaw where he was hit. "Jeez, can you calm down. I'm just telling you what I'm seeing."

"I don't want to be lectured by the guy who doesn't even realize he's in love with his best friend."

Natsu recoiled in jest. "Hey now, I don't swing that way. And even if I did, you're not really my type."

Gray rolled his eyes. "You're such an idiot."

With both of them having stopped for a break, Natsu pulled out his water bottle and drained nearly two thirds of the cool liquid. The August sun was scorching, leaving their bodies baking in the heat. Using a bit of the remaining water, he squirted some onto his head, shaking the excess liquid out of his unusually pink hair.

"So did you end up bagging that big shot client you were talking about last week?" Gray asked after they were able to catch their breath.

"You mean Hisui Mato?"

Gray gaped. "As in the daughter of Toma Mato? The richest guy in Fiore?"

Natsu smirked. "Yeah that's her. I find out this week."

"Damn," said Gray, clearly impressed. "I can't believe you might be designing the house for Fiore's princess."

"And her fiancé," Natsu added, smug.

Natsu was an architect, working for his friend Cana's father's architectural firm, Guildarts Designs. Not to be conceited, but he was pretty good, and he was definitely Guildarts' favourite. He was asked to pitch her a design a few weeks ago and he had only recently completed it, showing Hisui and her fiancé, Arcadios, his ideas for their gorgeous, three story modern Victorian home last Wednesday.

"Where do they want it built?" Gray asked, as they came to the silent understanding to start running again. They passed the fountain and followed the trail that lead out of the park and back to the busy city streets. "Crocus?"

"Yeah. I guess daddy doesn't want his little girl moving too far away."

Gray made a noncommittal sound, and they continued running in silence.

If Natsu were to be honest with himself, he was actually pretty nervous about the deal. If he was able to bag the Hisui Mato as a client, it would really help to put his name out there and he would start getting more and more design requests. And though he usually hated to praise his own work (except if it was to Gajeel and Gray), he had to admit that the design he created for the engaged couple's new home was one of his best works yet. He had spent 9 days slaving over the design; 9 days of nothing but a pen, paper and laptop. In the end, Lucy marveled at the house, but it was all down to the client. If they were pleased, he would be landing the most important job of his life.

"Are you going to Lucy's again?" Gray asked suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts. They were nearing Strawberry Street, Lucy's neighborhood.

Natsu grinned. "Yeah. Want to come up? If I bug her enough, maybe Lucy will make us pancakes."

Gray rolled his eyes again. "You would go around inviting other people to someone else's apartment.

His grin grew wider. "Lucy wouldn't care."

"I'm pretty sure she would. Anyways, maybe next time. I'm actually having breakfast with Juvia later, but do you think Lucy would mind if I come up for a second a take a piss?"

"Juvia again?" Natsu teased and Gray scowled.

"Just answer the damn question."

"Yeah yeah," he waved him off. They came to a stop in front of the large apartment complex. "It's okay, just come up."

They rode the elevator to the condos on the 16th floor and got out, veering right to stop by Lucy's apartment. I hope she's awake, Natsu thought as he took out his keys to unlock the door.

"You have keys to her place?" Gray asked curiously.

He shrugged. "Well yeah. I think she got tired of having to replace the lock each week after I broke in." Gray shot him an incredulous look, but Natsu ignored him, putting it in the lock, twisting and opening the door.

And the view that greeted him made his cock harden a little in his basketball shorts.

Lucy was in the living room on a baby blue yoga mat, bent at the waist with both her hands and feet on the floor and her ass in the air, presented invitingly for Natsu to ogle. She wore nothing on her upper body but a hot pink sports bra and the black bicycle shorts that hugged her hips were so tight, he could see the outline of her pussy straining through fabric. She was sweating profusely, Natsu's eyes following the trail of one particular droplet as it fell from the hem of her shorts, down the pale skin of her thigh.

"Hey Natsu," she called to him as soon as she saw him, and he focused his gaze to her face peeking between her legs. Fuck.

"Why the hell are you stopping in the doorway?" Gray's voice snapped him out of his sudden carnal need to jump her and he swirled around to face his irritated friend.

"Nevermind, you can't come in," Natsu said in a rush. He shifted to block Gray's view of his best friend and began to close the door.

"What?" Gray asked in alarm, probably noticing Natsu's scarlet face. "That's not funny, I really have to pee!"

"You can't!" Natsu practically yelled, pushing his friend back and shoving the door closed. "Just pee in a bush." And then the door was shut, and the only thing he could hear was the ringing in his ears. He waited a few moments, looking in the peep hole every so often to make sure Gray had left before taking a deep, steadying breath to prepare himself for what he was about to turn to.

The view was definitely better the second time.

"Was that Gray?" Lucy asked, her voice tight in concentration.

Natsu ignored her, not wanting to talk about anyone else right now, especially another man. "Lucy." Was that his voice, all shallow and raspy like that? He cleared his throat. "What are you doing?"

She gave him an odd look, still staring at him through her legs. "Downward dog," Lucy answered. "It's a yoga position." Oh fuck, did she just say dog? A very clear, very detailed fantasy of her naked on all fours, with him pumping his shaft in an out of her entered his mind and he was sure that she could see the very obvious tent in his shorts.

"Yeah, but why?" his throat was dry, and yet he was choking on his own saliva to even hold up the conversation.

She walked her feet to her hands, bending straight down at the waist. Slowly, she raised her upper body, bringing her arms up above her head and reaching for the ceiling. "Well, the usual yoga class that Levy and I go to was cancelled this weekend, so I decided to just do some simple positions here." Ending her sequence, she turned around to face him and his eyes didn't know where to zero in on first, the nipples poking out through her bra or the camel toe between her legs. There was no way she was wearing underwear.

As if knowing where his thoughts were going, she approached him with a sly smile on her face, reaching towards him to wrap her smaller hand in his to bring him closer. "How was your run?" she murmured, leading him to her yoga mat. When he felt the cushiony material beneath his feet, they stopped and she ran her hand along his slick skin. "Did you have a good workout?"

"Uhh…" broken thoughts entered his mind, and he couldn't clear it enough to form a complete sentence. Not when she was invading his personal space, running her fingers gently over his biceps. She stepped forward to press her chest against his, and he felt her nipples poking him through the thin barriers between them. His hands grabbed her hips on reflex and, with his eyes initially trained on her cleavage, she trailed her right hand over his shoulder and to his chin, pushing it up to her face and he almost snapped at the dark, lustful gleam in her eye.

Was she always this seductive?

"Well, I'm assuming it was good," she pushed up to her tippy toes to whisper in his ear. "You're all hot…" she nuzzled into his neck, "…and sweaty." She brushed her nose and inhaled his scent deeply before giving his skin a long, languid lick.

"Lucy," he groaned, pushing his pelvis to meet hers but she pulled away just before he could feel any friction. She smirked.

"I had a really good workout too," she continued, taking his left hand and guiding it over her body. She ran it over her ass and lower back, skimming her taught stomach before coming to rest briefly on her breast, spreading his fingers slightly to clamp her nipple between them. "Yoga is really good for flexibility, you know." She gave him a wink then forced his hand away from her breast and back down her body, slipping into her spandex short. "And it's not all about relaxation; it's hard work. I mean, I'm slick and slippery and wet in all the right places." She whispered the words directly in his ear while his hand marveled at just how wet she really was. Without a second though, he inserted his fingers into the wet heat, pumping a few times while she moaned breathily in his ear.

Beginning to like the sounds she was giving to him, and enjoying the erotic squelching at his fingers, he started to go faster, but she stopped him. He scowled when she pulled his hand out of her snatch, but stuttered back at her next move. Taking his coated fingers, she stuck them into her mouth and sucked.

Oh fuck.

Her eyes dilated then closed shut as she lapped at her own inner juices, and Natsu had never seen anything sexier in his life. Suddenly, the couch seemed too far away.

Without warning, he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her in the air, ignoring how she squealed in surprised and wrapped her legs around his torso, before dropping to sit cross-legged on the floor. With his fingers out of her mouth, he attached his lips to her own.

The kiss was hot, heady, primal. He couldn't bring himself close enough. Her tongue needed to dance more with his, her lips needed to move faster. With her in his lap and her legs crossed behind his back, she was open to him and he could feel through the silky fabric of his shorts the fluid that seeped out of her core as he ground up against her.

And then suddenly it was there, the small, gentle hand slipping between them to cup his erection, and he had to break from the kiss for a moment to growl at the friction from it. He only had time to notice the string of saliva that connected their lips and her red, swollen mouth before she was kissing him again and palming his hard cock between their bodies.

Shit, his cock was aching, straining, almost weeping for some kind of release. He needed to get his shorts off. He needed to feel her bare skin on his.

"Fuck, Lucy," he mumbled against her mouth, but she didn't break away. Needing to grab hold of something to keep him somewhat grounded, he clutched an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed, kneading them with the heel of his palm like dough.

She, in turn, rubbed at him, pushing up and down with the most delicious confidence. She was trying to torture him, she had to be.

Groaning into her mouth, he knew on some level that he should have been embarrassed by succumbing to her hand so completely. He was bucking up against her sporadically, needing to feel more of her. And then her hand slipped inside his boxers.

Biting his lower lip before sucking and letting go, she leaned in close, grinding her clit against the forearm that connected to the hand currently squeezing him. Trailing kisses down his jaw, he knew he had to stop her before he had a little accident in his pants that hadn't happened since he was a teenager.

"Lucy," he moaned, shifting his hands to slide them into her shorts to grab the flesh of her bottom. She groaned as he brought his two pointer fingers to trace the line of her butt crack, lightly fingering the outline of the tight ring of muscles protecting her asshole. "Lucy, you can't… I'm gonna cum if you do any more."

She responded by pulling his cock out of his shorts, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and pumping slowly. The cool apartment air hit the tip, which beaded with pre-cum.

"Lucy!"

"Natsu," she whispered mockingly into his ear, biting the lobe. "You're so big. Have you always been this big? How has this ever fit in me?"

He knew she was stroking his ego, and holy fuck was it working. He rocked into her, and then suddenly, the tip of his cock touched warm, wet heat. His eyes shot open – when had he closed them? – to watch her face twist erotically in pleasure as she started to rub his erection against her clit through the spandex of her shorts.

He couldn't hold it in anymore, shooting his cum against her clothed pussy before he could stop himself. He was on a cloud of ecstasy, floating down slowly to find a little blonde goddess, stripping off what little clothes she had left.

"Fuck, Lucy," he rasped out, stretching out his legs to find they were asleep. Carefully, wincing at the pins and needles stabbing at his lower extremities, he discarded his shorts and wife beater before beckoning her to come closer. She followed his silent command, kneeling with both his thighs between her legs, her breasts at level with his face. He sucked each nipple into his mouth, one at a time, before she broke contact to lower herself into his lap. "Where on earth did that come from?"

She shrugged, her usual honey eyes a dark auburn. "I couldn't help myself," she murmured, pulling him into another kiss, this time slow and sensual. "I just wanted to feel you."

His heart pattered in his chest and he wondered at the reaction.

"But you know Natsu," she said when she broke away from him. She ground her wet snatch against his member, which instantly jumped at the contact. "I woke up this morning feeling unbelievably horny." He met her slow grind, allowing the sensations to control the stiffening of his cock. "But you weren't there. So I had to wait. And the more I waited, the more I wanted you to fucking take me, any way you wanted."

And then he was hard again, sucking in a breath sharply at her words. Usually it was he talking dirty, not Lucy, so the change was both incredibly foreign and undeniably hot.

Feeling him standing at full attention again, she grabbed hold of the base of his shaft, guiding it inside her tight heat slowly. Both groaning at the feeling, neither moved, just enjoying it. And then she bent herself backwards, resting her back against his outstretched legs, and exposing his eyes to everything.

She screamed loudly at the angle he was filling her with, and his eyes raked over the heaving of her chest. Reaching out, he palmed her breasts in each hand, still not moving his hips.

"Natsu," she called to him, as he pinched each nipple, rubbing them between his fingers. "I don't want you to be slow or sweet or gentle. I want you to fuck me, hard and fast. Please!" And that did it for him.

Shifting his pelvis front and back, his grinds sharp and deep, he sat back to watch her body, taking in ever inch of her. She was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, the way her slick body shone in the morning sun. She screamed his name with his every thrust, and it was like music to his ears.

He bent forward, enveloping her so completely within him, to suck on her breasts. She was moaning so loud, he was sure the neighbours could hear her. Her hands found his hair, dragging her fingers through it to pull him closer. He shifted his head to rest between her breasts, sucking tightly at the skin there that it left a little mark.

Seeing that mark on her, something he did to claim her, sent his mind into overdrive, and suddenly he needed to see every bit of her that made her his. He backed his torso away from her to take in the site of Lucy completely spread out beneath him. And then he looked down, watching his erection pump into her.

He needed her to cum. Right now. Or else he wouldn't last, again.

"Shit, Lucy," he whispered against the wanton moans, "can you feel that?"

"Yes," she hissed back, arching her back with unbelievable flexibility.

"Can you feel me fill you?"

"Ahhh."

"Because, not only can I feel every inch of you squeezing me," he said, bringing his hands to her chin, trailing them down her throat, between her breasts and down her stomach. "But I can also see it. I can see that you're taking all of me in, that your pussy is sucking me in it." Continuing down her body, his hands stopped where their bodies connected, and he traced the hole he was pumping into.

"Natsu!"

And then he rubbed her clit, and she came, thrashing against his legs as he watched her lose herself in pleasure. Pumping a few more times to prolong her orgasm as much as he could, he finally released one final time, softening in her snatch.

By the end of it, neither wanted to move, and he was too tired to pull out.

"Natsu," Lucy whined. And he already knew what she was going to say.

"Yeah, yeah I know," he grumbled, reaching down to pull her up and then lying down himself, bringing her with him so she could lie on top of him, still connected. "But in my defence, you were the one who jumped me. How does one remember a condom when a horny girl is literally begging you to fuck her."

He laughed out lout when she flushed crimson, remembering her uncharacteristic words from earlier. Hitting him in the chest, she pushed away from him and stood, giving him a tantalizing view of their combined fluids leaking out of her.

"Don't say things like that," she whined, reaching out her hand to help him stand. "It's embarrassing."

"How can you be embarrassed now, even though you already said it?"

She glared at him. "I just can okay?"

He shot her a weird look. "You're such a weirdo Luce."

She looked affronted. "Gah, you're so annoying." She began to walk away, probably headed for the bathroom to take a shower, but he suddenly remembered why had come in the first place (never mind the fact that he was always there).

"Wait!" he called after her, but she ignored him and he couldn't help but admire the view of her swinging ass. "Can you make pancakes?"

She flipped him off before turning the corner.


Zara's Note: Wow… I don't know if that was too much or not, but wow. How did I even come up with that? Well, it was about time Lucy seduced Natsu and not the other way around. And look at Natsu, noticing all the little things… you'll figure out you love her sooner or later. Also, in case you haven't noticed, they're most likely going to mention the condom thing after every time they do it, just as a running joke between them. Anyways, unfortunately, life is starting to pick back up so I probably won't be updating as frequently as I was, but don't worry, I won't keep you waiting for too long. And how many of you realized that the theme for the lemon had something to do with working out, from the title of the chapter? Anyways, please continue to follow or favourite my stories, and show your support by reviewing!

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