Part III


The music was loud, and it resonated in Natsu's ears with force, making him wince as a he felt a headache forming.

After Jose's death, the FBI had taken the necessary precautions, knowing that the big boss had probably figured out that someone was after him after the death of one of his closest subordinates, and they were forced to double their efforts and put incredible amounts of time into their case.

Tonight, Natsu was at the Grimoire Heart club located in a shady area in Magnolia, which was particularly known for being frequented by a lot of gang members. The particular club he found himself at was a place where many gang leaders made deals and signed contracts. It was rumoured that a very particular man owned the club, disguising it via hiring less known individuals to run it. That particular man was the one they were looking for; Hades.

Marakov had sent him there to observe who frequented it more often, and see if there were anything that could lead them to Hades. Natsu had already been at it for two weeks, and he felt like he was now permanently coated with the the sweaty aroma and the heavy arousal of those grinding against each other on the dance floor.

There was a particular door at the back of the club that was constantly being guarded by a big guy (he had later learned that his name was Kain), who would scare off anyone who would stare at the mysterious entrance for too long. It had caught Natsu's attention, and he had kept watch on it night after night. Men and woman alike would sometimes enter, wearing expensive suits and designer dresses, and either exit with huge smiles on their faces or simply defeat. He realized that the door led to the club's 'owner', where he would strike deals with other rich criminals. Most people he saw entering were smaller gang leaders that were already heavily watched by the police, and were not threatening enough for the FBI to deal with. Natsu had ultimately decided to completely close his eyes on the matter, but was now reconsidering it as he grew completely bored out of his mind. Because he was on duty, he couldn't even drink more than a glass in fear of compromising the mission. But it was clear, and Natsu wasn't stupid; Hades was hiding somewhere safer. He would not go to public places such as Grimoire Heart, a club everyone suspected that he owned.

Natsu had already given up, and was close to dialing Marakov and telling him that he was done with the mission. He wanted nothing more than to go home, lay on his sofa with his cat Happy on his chest, and watch some TV show with a lot of violence.

Game of Thrones sounds good right now, he thought. Nothing sounds better than dragons and blood to let go of some frustration.

He was about to take his phone out of his pocket, when something unexpected (and yet completely expected at the same time) caught his attention; the same blonde woman he kept seeing everywhere was leaving the guarded room. She passed by the guard, and nodded at Kain, promptly making her way in between the dancing bodies. She had come back to wearing more provocative clothes, although she looked a bit more formal than that night with Dan Straight.

She was wearing a red high-waisted pencil skirt that tightly hugged her behind, and that ended a few inches above the knees. She was also wearing a black blouse tucked inside the skirt, the sleeves reaching her elbows, and showing an exorbitant amount of cleavage through the first two undone buttons. Her long blonde hair was curled, framing her face beautifully, and she was holding a small red handbag in her hand.

Seeing her revived a multitude of emotions inside Natsu, and he couldn't help but follow her with his eyes. She almost looked out of place, pristine and delicate in the midst of the sweaty dancers, but he knew better than to deem her fragile. His mouth went dry when he noticed that she was wearing red lipstick the same shade as the one she left on his mouth after the breathtaking kiss she had given him.

He grabbed the only glass of whiskey he ordered that night and had barely touched, and downed it in one swift motion. He was a true believer in liquid courage.

He quickly got up, and made his way towards the blonde beauty before she left the place. It was a bit difficult to maneuver his body on the dance floor, but soon enough, he was behind her, shamelessly staring at the way her hips swung from side to side. On a whim, he decided to grab her hips, and drag her backwards until she was pressed up against his body. He felt her stiffen up, and thought for a second that she was going to punch him in the face for being too daring, but she looked up and noticed his pink hair and leaned further into his frame.

"It seems like I'm seeing you everywhere, hotshot," she mused loudly. "Are you following me?"

"I should be asking you that," he replied in her ear, swinging his hips to the rhythm of the loud music. She mimicked his movement, deliciously rubbing against him, and he lightly groaned at the feeling. "You got me into the quite compromising position at Jose's house, you got me all hot and bothered and left me there. My partners will never make me forget it."

She laughed, and he felt her shoulders shake against his torso. "Don't you have a mission or something, Salamander?"

"Perhaps," he hummed against her. Despite the rapid rhythm of the song, they were dancing slowly, and Natsu had no complaint as he liked the way she rubbed her behind against him. "Besides, how do you know that I have a mission? And how do you know who I am?"

"Who wouldn't know the great Salamander of Fairy Tail, the famous FBI unit?" she chuckled, but he could distinguish a touch of irony in her words. "Besides, a good man like you wouldn't find himself in a place like this if it weren't for something important."

"I didn't know we were famous," smiled Natsu.

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm only joking. I did my research, chéri."

"Since you know who I am, it's only fair that you tell me who you are," he pointed out.

"I'm no one important, not for you at least," she replied.

There was a moment where neither of them spoke, simply basking in the feeling of each other's bodies. "Since you came out of that room, I'm going to assume that you're made of money, and that you went there to collect information through payments," said Natsu.

She whistled lowly, impressed. "Not bad, you're quite the observant man, agent."

"I still didn't notice when you stole the handcuffs and the keys from me," he said.

"For your defense, you had my tongue down your throat," she replied, turning around to press her chest to his and look up into his eyes. "I'm pretty good with my tongue."

Her words shot a jolt straight to Natsu's groin, and he bit his lip to stop himself from pouncing her. She was the perfect pictures of temptation, especially with those bloody red lips and those seductive eyes. He shivered when she ran her fingers down his chest, the feeling accentuated by the absence of a bulletproof vest this time.

"You know, I was in the scene of the crime last time. Shouldn't you be arresting me? Or did you take me for my word when I told you that I didn't kill Jose?" she asked, wonder in her eyes.

He nodded. "Yeah. For some reason, I feel like you're not lying. Something's pushing me to believe you, even though I have no idea why you need information, and what kind of information you're looking for."

Her gaze softened for a second. "You're too trusting. That's not very good for you, Salamander."

"I've been told," he hummed in agreement. "So what kind of information are you looking for that requires you to hang around in this dump?"

"That, you don't need to know, pretty boy," she replied.

"You're full of mysteries, and I'm going to figure you out one day," he told her, looking deeply into her eyes. She seemed disconcerted for a second, her mouth opening slightly, and his gaze drifted once again to her lips.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, you don't even know my name" she whispered, looking away.

"I always keep my promises," he whispered back, bending over to reach her ear. "I noticed that you were leaving earlier, does that mean that I'm going to find another body if I go look in the back?"

Her playful demeanour suddenly retuned, and she smiled seductively at him, licking her lip and trailing her eyes down his form. "If everything bodes well tonight, I'm going to take someone's body instead."

"Is that so?" asked Natsu.

"You tell me. Is everything going well in your opinion?"

Natsu thought about the way she was all pressed up against him, as they swung to the rhythm of the music. She was the sharpest and most beautiful woman he had ever met in is life, and everything about her intrigued him. She was his biggest mystery, and he had never wanted to solve one as much as he did before he met her. "Absolutely."

Uncertainty crossed her face, and his eyes widened slightly; she had always been confident around him, and he was not used to seeing her like that. But the expression stayed for only a brief moment, and she was smiling at him confidently once again.

"How about we get out of here?" she asked, and Natsu felt his heart stop in his chest.

-: :-

Natsu was roughly pushed against the wall as hands worked furiously on his dress shirt, yanking at the buttons in an attempt to open it. His partner got impatient, and simply put his shirt up his chest, and he continued the motion by yanking it over his head and putting it next to him. But he made sure to keep his scarf in place around his neck.

The blonde woman had grabbed him by the hand after making her curious proposition, walked through the dancing bodies, and entered one of the bathrooms. She had quickly locked it behind her, and unceremoniously pushed him against the wall. The bathroom was filthy, and the walls were littered with crude drawings. It smelled heavily of marijuana and piss, but when she attached her mouth to his, Natsu stopped caring about anything but the woman in his arms. There was nothing gentle about her movements. They were rough and impatient, almost desperate, but Natsu didn't mind as long as he could feel her.

"That's not what I was thinking about when you suggested that we get out of there. I was thinking about something more in the lines of a bed, maybe some rose petals," he chuckled into her mouth.

"Fuck your petals," she groaned, biting his lip. It was the first time he had heard her swear, and the contrast between the crude words and her soft appearance excited him beyond belief.

Her hands were rubbing his chest, running along the expanse of skin, her nails scraping his muscles and leaving red marks behind. She momentarily detached herself from him, and stared at his upper body. Her eyebrow quirked when she noticed the tattoo on his bicep.

"A dragon? Really?" she questioned.

"Dragon are tight," he replied, scratching the back of his neck, and she laughed.

"You're a huge dork," she smiled genuinely at him, and he felt his heartrate spike. He couldn't help but smile back, thinking that it was strangely intimate to have such a discussion with someone he didn't know the name of in the midst of what he assumed would be a quick fuck in the bathroom of a shady club. Wasn't he the one who told Gray that he would not fuck a random woman in a bar a few weeks ago?

She grabbed her top, undoing its buttons, and Natsu was the one who felt impatient this time. The movement of her hands going through the buttons was building his anticipation in the most exciting way. When she was finally done, she removed the blouse and set it on top of his, not wanting it to get dirty from whatever might be on the ground of the bathroom. She quickly reached behind her, and grabbed the back of the red lacy bra that had Natsu breathing heavily. She unclasped it, quickly removing it and throwing it on the side, exposing the best set of breasts Natsu had ever laid his eyes on.

His hands immediately took hold of the globes, massaging them and marvelling at their plumpness and softness, and feeling the hard tips against his palms. She sighed in content under his ministrations, kissing him once again. Natsu flicked her nipples with his thumbs, and a moan escaped her lips, turning into a groan as he rolled them between his fingers. She was really sensitive in that area if she were that responsive to his touch.

Natsu detached his mouth from hers, looking into her eyes, and frowned when he noticed that her lipstick was still perfectly applied on her lips. He touched his own lips, looking at his fingers afterwards, and seeing no trace of the red coating.

"It's a special lipstick," she mumbled, reading his mind. "It stays on."

"Did you wear it because you expected to kiss someone tonight?" he asked in amusement, and she flushed at his comment, the blush reaching the top of her breasts.

He chuckled at her reaction, before latching his mouth to her throat, and sucking at it. His mouth trailed lower, leaving mark on its wake, and scraping at the skin with his teeth. The woman ran her hands down his sides, rubbing the hard muscles of his abdomen with appreciation. His mouth went back up, licking the marks he left behind. When he reached her ear, he grabbed one earlobe between his teeth, and sucked harshly on it, feeling the shiver that went up the woman's form. He smirked, proud of the reactions he drew out of her, and abruptly turned them around, pinning her against the wall, and bending over to grab a nipple between his lips.

Her hands went to his hair, tugging at his pink locks. Natsu couldn't help but groan into her, as he ran his tongue over a perky nipple, reaching for the neglected breast to massage it with his hand. He repeated the same motion with the other breast, enjoying the moans he got from her, before he sucked at it, and she threw her head back against the wall, breathing heavily. His mouth detached from the peak, leaving a wet patch on her nipple, and he took a good look at her.

She was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, and her face set in a blissful expression. His hands reached lower, and grabbed the hem of her skirt. He lifted it up until it was around her waist, and looked appreciatively and the red lacy panties she was wearing underneath. His hand reached for the noticeably wet patch, and he kissed her as he ran his fingers along her clothed womanhood, feeling her shudder in his arms at the contact.

He caressed her for a few moments, before she got impatient and yanked his head back by the hair. "Stop that, you're too slow. Just fuck me already."

He delved into her mouth, catching her lower lips between his teeth, and released it with a small smack. "I can't help but tease you, you fire me up."

She rolled her eyes. "Is that your best pickup line?"

"I think we're way past that," he replied. The fingers on her clothed womanhood pushed her panties aside, and the sharp contact of his fingers with the sensitive skin down there made her push her legs further apart, allowing him more access to her cunt. She leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes to savour the feeling of his fingers working on her lower lips. Natsu kept watching her expression, drinking her in and printing the image in his brain. He caressed her core with long languid movements, only pressing lightly on her clit, and she groaned in disappointment each time the much needed pressure didn't come. He took pity on her, and grabbed the sensitive nub between his fingers, rolling it experimentally, and she cried out, her legs trembling from the pleasure overcoming her body.

When he removed his fingers from her vulva, he knelt in front of her, overcome by his desire to taste her, and she opened her eyes, looking down at him with wonder.

"What are you-oh!" she moaned, when his tongue came in contact with her core, and fisted her hands in his hair. He spread her legs further apart, grabbing one of them by the thigh and putting it over his shoulder, before lapping at her cunt with eagerness. She was rolling her lips, rubbing her core against his mouth as she moaned in pleasure. His tongue went up her slit, focusing on her clit by giving it repeated short and sharp licks. He could feel the juices overflowing from her vagina coating his lips and dripping down his chin. But at that moment, all he cared about was for the blonde woman to come undone in his mouth, as he kept observing her from his fantastic position and taking in every sharp breath and tremor.

She was currently mumbling incoherent words, and he could distinguish bits and pieces such as please and more, and he promptly obeyed by putting a finger inside of her. Her pelvis bucked against his hand, and he added a second finger when he judged her wet enough to receive it. He slowly thrust his two digits in and out of her, moving them slowly, and alternated between licking and sucking on her engorged bundle of nerves. When he curled his fingers inside of her and started thrusting faster, he heard her breath catch in her throat, and her mouth opened in a silent cry. He momentarily stopped his movement, giving her a second to catch her breath, before going at it again; thrusting, licking, sucking, and repeating the motion over and over.

He debated adding a third finger, judging it doable with the copious amount of liquid pouring out of her, but when he grabbed her clit between his teeth, her orgasm racked through her body before he could follow with his train of thought. It must have been intense, because he could see strong convulsions going through her frame, and her legs clamped closer, the one on his shoulder trapping his head in the juncture of her knee.

When she stopped trembling, he removed the leg around his neck and set it on the ground, holding her by the thighs to support her weak legs. He wiped the wetness coating his mouth and chin, and kissed the blonde woman, allowing her to taste herself in his mouth.

Her hands reached down to trace the waistband of his trousers, leaving light feathered caresses on their trail. She grabbed his belt, hastily unbuckling it all the while kissing him, and unzipped his pants, letting them fall down to his knees. A soft hand reached inside of his underwear, firmly grabbing his throbbing member, and Natsu's brain short-circuited.

He stopped kissing her, resting his forehead against hers, and stared into her eyes while her hand rubbed his length. His breath caught in his throat when her finger ran along his slit, and she smiled playfully at his reaction, grabbing the hem of his boxers to slip them down his legs, pushing them down until they joined his pants. When his penis met the colder air of the bathroom, he grabbed her hips, pressing their pelvises against each other, and rubbed his member against her folds, coating it with her juices. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and his hands reached to take hold of her thighs to support her and grind his hips against hers.

"Oh merde," she let out in a shaky breath. Natsu had never considered dirty talk during sex before, but hearing her speak French was tenfold better, and a lot sexier.

"Did I make you forget English?" he teased, his cock still rubbing against her cunt.

"Shut up and just fuck me, or I'll shoot your balls off" she groaned out.

Natsu licked his lips, and grabbed his member in his hand, guiding it to her entrance. His fingers dug into her hips, and he slammed his entire length inside of her in one sharp thrust. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, biting at the skin there, and whimpered in pain, making Natsu freeze in his tracks.

"Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his tone.

"Y-yeah, don't mind me, just don't stop," she answered, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

"Shit," he groaned. She felt too good, wrapped around him like a glove. "You shouldn't have let me take your virginity against the wall of a dirty bathroom."

"It doesn't matter if it's my first or thousandth time, it's just sex" she replied, digging her nails into his back, leaving half-moon scars behind. "Just keep going."

Natsu obeyed, removing himself slowly, still astonished that a beauty like her had never been this close to a man before, especially after seeing her lead Dan Straight around by the tip of his dick, easily extracting information from him. She had just become even more enigmatic than he had anticipated.

He kept slowly thrusting in and out of her, and she removed her head from his shoulder to let it rest against the wall, her eyes closed and her teeth digging into her bottom lip. The heels of her stilettos dug into his backside, urging him to go faster, but he would not comply, preferring to let her adjust to his size for a moment longer. Although he wasn't huge by any means, he had been told by his past partners that he wasn't small either.

The blonde woman opened her eyes and stared at him in frustration, and he only smiled cockily at her. She unwrapped an arm from around his neck and reached for her bag on the sink next to them, putting her hand inside and searching blindly. Natsu didn't notice, entirely hypnotized by the way her breasts would move up and down with his thrusts, until she pressed the barrel of her gun against his temple.

"I don't recall telling you to treat me like a porcelain doll," she muttered out.

"Is having you pointing your gun at me going to become a habit now every time things don't go your way?" he asked, gritting his teeth.

"Only when you're being a disobedient little boy. Now I'm going to need you to fuck my brains out if you don't want me to shoot your brains out," she told him, dragging the gun down the side of his face.

Natsu obeyed, not because he took her threat seriously, but because he really, really wanted to pound her like there was no tomorrow.

"Don't blame me if you can't walk straight after this," he warned her, before completely removing himself from her warmth, and entering her in one hard thrust. She screamed loudly at the suddenness of the movement, and dropped the gun on the ground to dig her nails into his shoulders. He kept pounding into her, resting his forehead against her shoulder, muffling his groans. The blonde woman was whimpering in his arms, scratching his back and making him wince at the pain. He was sure that he would find multiple marks if he looked into the mirror, but at that instant, the pain only intensified his pleasure.

He was startled out of his trance when he felt wetness at the back of his neck, and looked up at her to see tears streaming down her face. He was surprised, thinking that maybe he was hurting her, but her moans of pleasure told him otherwise; it was something that went deeper than that, and that he probably had no insight on. So he simply reached over and kissed her deeply. She returned it just as fiercely, moaning into his mouth.

He thrust inside of her for exactly thirteen minutes and twenty-two seconds, before his arms got tired of holding her up against the wall. He stopped his thrusting, and removed himself from within her, dropping her legs on the ground. She started protesting, but he silenced her by roughly grabbing her hips and dragging her in front of the sink. He bent her over until her ass was hanging in the air at his disposal. He grabbed her hips, digging his thumbs into the dimples at her lower back, and entered her from behind, watching as her hands reached to take hold of the sink. The new angle made her scream in pleasure, and he couldn't help but bend down over her and drag his tongue up the length of her spine, tasting the salt from the sweat coating her skin. Her back was an angry shade of her, scratches marring it due to the friction of the wall she had been pressed up against earlier.

He looked up in front of them, and saw himself in the cracked mirror, hair disheveled and a feral look in his eyes. He felt the urge to see her expression as well, so he sneaked a hand underneath her breasts and pulled up her upper body, until her back was pressed against his torso. She leaned the back of her head against his shoulder, and he could feel her hair tickle his chest pleasantly. In the mirror, he could see her expression of pure pleasure, her eyes closed and her mouth open, and her breasts heaving and bouncing with his thrusts. He buried his face in her neck and nibbled at the sensitive skin already marred with angry red marks, some of them already turning blue.

"Holy shit," she muttered, "I'm so close."

Natsu was also close to his release, and he would be damned if he let himself cum before her. He grabbed one of her breasts, and his other hand reached for her entrance, rubbing her clit furiously as she met his fast thrusts. He felt her walls clamping around him, and he groaned into her ear, feeling himself getting close to his release. She fortunately beat him to it, falling apart in his arms with one final scream, and he was glad that the music in the club was loud enough to muffle the sound from the people outside of the bathroom. Her legs gave out from underneath her, and he held her against his body with an arm around her waist, thrusting inside of her a few more times before bending her over the sink once again, removing himself from inside her, and releasing himself all over her lower back.

They stayed in their position, catching their breath, and Natsu moved backwards, reaching for the toilet paper to wipe the white substance he left on the blonde woman. He was glad that the skirt around her waist had ridden higher up her torso, because he was sure that she would have punched him if he had stained it.

When the sticky substance had all been collected, he threw the paper in the toilet, flushing it away, and pulled his underwear and pants up, watching her as she shakily stood up, adjusted her panties, and pulled her skirt down her legs. She grabbed her bra and blouse, throwing him his shirt by the same means, and they both got dressed in silence. When Natsu was done, he noticed her gun on the ground and grabbed it, giving it to the blonde woman.

"You shouldn't have dropped it, it could have gone off," he said.

"The safety was on," she mumbled back coldly, grabbing the gun and avoiding his eyes. She looked up in the mirror, adjusting her hair, and made her way towards the door to unlock it. Her legs were slightly wobbly, and Natsu felt proud that he hadn't lost his touch, hoping that he might have increased her expectations concerning sex.

When he realized that she was leaving, he hurriedly grabbed her arm and turned her around, staring deeply into her eyes.

"Hey, can I at least have a name?" he asked.

"You don't need it," she replied back. "This was just a onetime thing, and you're not going to see me again after this."

Natsu stayed silent for a few seconds, before bringing her to his chest and joining their mouths together, taking her breath away. When he finally released her, he gave her a cocky smile that left her mouth agape.

"I told you that I would figure you out, and I always keep my promises," he whispered. "So until next time?"

She clamped her mouth shut, and turned around, hurriedly fleeing the bathroom. Natsu stood behind, watching her as she retreated, wondering if all their meetings would always end up with her disappearing after stealing another piece of his heart.


I think I'm enjoying writing this story a tad bit too much, it's just fun to write a badass Lucy, who is still somewhat vulnerable for some unknown reasons *wink wink*

I apologize for all the description during the smut, but I like it that way. I also want to add that the part where Lucy feels pain is not realistic. Women aren't supposed to feel pain if they're wet enough their first time. It's only for the sake of the story, so don't base sex on this.

Anyway, this chapter was focused on Lucy and Natsu, and the next part will be all about the case and its link with Lucy.

I just had to sneak in a reference to Game of Thrones in there, since Natsu is a dragon slayer and all. I just love the show. Shout-out to fellow fans out there ;)

Translation: Chéri - Honey/dear/darling , Merde - Shit

(To be honest French really isn't that sexy in real life, especially when it comes to certain accents.)