Becoming Bold


Lucy focuses on the position she's got Natsu caught in, lying on his back under her and his arms caged. She leans forward a little more and hovers her quivering chest closer to his open mouth. Both of her tank top straps have fallen, loosening the front of her shirt to show the top of her bra that heaves with her breathing. She settles against his lap, arching her back and giving a few purposeful rubs against his crotch. She's disappointed slightly when she feels nothing, no bulge or a hint of an oncoming boner beneath her but she supposes it will take a little more play for that. Her shorts pull up, revealing more of her bottom and the dark colors peeking out from the backside of her thong are prominent against her creamy skin.

Natsu's eyes wonder from her open shirt back to her face, around to the tense curve of her back and, as quick as a flash, down to where their hips connect. Lucy refuses to lose any sort of detail. He parts his lips as if he wants to say something but nothing comes out, lost for words.

"I win," she whispers haughty.

That blows away the fog in his mind, having his eyes widen only to narrow into slits.

It apparently isn't the right thing to say.

Suddenly Natsu tenses, jerking his hands out of Lucy's hold and thrusting back against her. The benefit of the potion has completely left her system and she tumbles backwards through the air to be pinned under him. A definite bruise is going to form with that one, as he's mostly likely expecting her to still have her brute strength.

With one hand, he holds her shoulder and with the other he presses against her belly, the tips of his fingers digging into the exposed skin from her rolled tank top. He settles between her spread legs and embarrassingly the new position makes her realize how soaked she, the wet coolness making her lower lips flutter.

What Lucy's not expecting is for Natsu to bite into the crook of her neck.

She gives a small cry that makes him bite harder, effectively having her go quiet but for a small whimper that can't be helped. The bite doesn't hurt; as she's felt worse things pierce her skin. There's a lot of pressure to his teeth, mainly around where they sharpen, and his lips hum against her skin as he releases a steady thrum of a growl.

She holds as still as she can manage with her confusion and arousal fighting against one another. Whatever's happening with him, she feels she can't go against it. She places her hands against his chest, spreading her fingers and showing that she has given up, relaxing the rest of her body.

It does the trick. Natsu slowly lets go and eases his hands, no longer demanding to keep her in place. He remains close to her skin as she waits for his next move now that he's the one in control. His lips brush against the indents he's left, soft and caressing with heat.

Coming face to face with him is like looking at someone Lucy doesn't know. His dark eyes shimmer in the lamplight, having her realize that the sun is fully beyond the horizon and that most of her room has gone dark. Her bedside lamp is the only thing providing any sort of light for her to see this intense man. Of course, for Natsu he'd probably be able to see her in the dark with his dragon talents easily.

The way his mouth-line tightens and eyebrows pinch together in worry sets Lucy's stomach dropping, thinking that he's about to run from her. He shifts their position and pulls her gently up with him, bones creaking and muscles loosening. Sitting in front of each other, he puts his hands against the sides of her waist and repeatedly kneads his fingers there.

It's a huge weight off her shoulders to know he wants to keep her near. Her hands stay against his chest, rubbing soothing circles with shaking fingers. His skin has always felt to be hotter than anyone else she's touched, but at this moment it doesn't only feel warm. It scorches.

He licks his lips and takes a deep breath. "What was that?"

"Um, what exactly?" she asks quiet. Her heart wants to burst out of her chest and he's the one confused?

"I don't know. I just … after what happened, I needed to—I don't know—make you stop. Something didn't feel right. When you kept winning, something was building up in me. Damn, it sounds stupid but having you over me, I couldn't take it." He shakes his head, having his hair flop against his forehead, matted with sweat and tangles.

"I'm sorry."

His chuckle trembles with nervousness. "Ah, no, you don't have to be sorry about that. Damn, Lucy, I don't think I've seen something that hot before."

The bold statement has her swallow the lump in her throat. "Glad I could put on a show," she says shy.

"This feels different. Not a bad kind of different. Do you … feel that?" He caresses her cheek that she turns into, the tip of her lips nuzzling against his palm. "I don't know how to say it—you know me, I suck at this kind of thing, but I … I want to, um …"

"Nastu do you …?"

Finishing her question with actions rather than words, Lucy grips the front of his scarf that's come loss and gently urges him towards her. Their noses brush, lingering there but for a moment until their lips come together, gliding against one another and matching top to bottom. It's sweeter than anything she's tasted before, drinking him in and basking in the bond they have.

The kiss is hesitant on Natsu's end and she's okay with that. She finds that having Natsu show interest brings around a sense of anxiousness. No longer is she endlessly eager to shove her tongue down his throat but instead trembles in his arms.

They repeatedly come back to one another, gaining courage in their affections as the kisses get heavier. There isn't a carnal of desire for one another in these kisses nor is this the same type of tenderness shown all those times before, this is something in-between. Something that has Lucy moan against Natsu's lips and bring a hand around to caress the back of his neck. That noise she makes encourages him, breath becoming like fire and nibbling on her bottom lip sensually. Her eyes widen at the unexpectedness of it.

She's wanted this with him for so long but seeing him return the fondness brings about a new side of him she never expected, though she should have. Damn, is it hot. He seems different in the shadow of her bedside lamp, eyes black like a starless night and feral as he puts a hand to her lower back, bringing her closer to him. In fact, it seems he might have a thing for biting. Not that she'll complain as long as he doesn't break the skin. Or leave marks where others will see and tease her relentlessly about it.

He rests his forehead against hers, thinking about something that makes his face burn brighter. "Hey, is it okay if I … we can do more?" He mumbles the last part, self-consciousness at their actions starting to overtake him.

Not wanting to lose him nor herself to sexual nervousness, she grins smug. "Only if you keep to your promise to never call me weird again. After all, it seems I can beat you at any time from now on."

The corner of his mouth juts upward in a slight grimace. "I'm the stronger one between us. Give in. That potion is just a big cheating device."

"If you can't beat someone using a simple potion then I don't think you're as strong as you think."

"Hey, quit it. You're starting to sound like Ice Dick."

She turns away from him, unable to contain her large smirk at her play. "I'm not doing anything. You're the one that struggled getting me to the ground."

Natsu takes advantage her exposed neck and his teeth reunite with the same spot he bit before. She twitches and holds her breath. "Don't tempt me," he says deep, a growl emanating from him. He hugs Lucy hard and presses the bridge of his nose to her shoulder "Something in me is starting to scream. I don't think you know how much I want now you right now. Every time you touch me I feel like I'm about to fall apart, but I want this so bad. Don't laugh at me for that. I sound dumb—"

"No, you don't." Her lips whisper against the shell of his ear. "You don't have to be afraid. We can be bad at this together."

He snorts. "Gee, thanks."

She forces her mouth to open before her shyness can take over, buckling down on her uncertainties and going for the truth. "I … I wouldn't mind that. If you bit me again." Her words are whispered quieter than the brush of a bird's feather, but she knows that Natsu would be able to hear her voice through anything.

For once, she said the right thing. Natsu comes around and seizes her lips rougher than before. The kiss is no longer sublime and hesitant in a way only new lovers can achieve. This kiss is fueled by pent-up passion, messy and rushed. She gives a low moan that drives him to bring a hand behind her neck. Heads tilt and lips overlap with hunger.

As breath hitches and intoxication of the lips takes over, they fumble. Teeth clack together painfully when they come back to one another and they have to pause to overcome the mistake. Natsu scratches the front of his teeth as if that'll take the pain away. When they look at one another in surprised, they can't help but laugh.

Lucy smiles softly. "Don't stop now."

She re-captures his chapped lips, using it as a distraction to slip his scarf off and setting the precious item aside. Her hand hits the edge of the table and it momentarily makes her think that she better not have her first time done on the floor.

Natsu drags his mouth along her neck and up to her jaw, frantically nipping her skin and making her mew with every touch.

"Shit, I love the noises you make," he confesses.

Lucy drags her nails down his toned chest and traces every inch of his abs. As his lips trail farther down, lingering at the swell of her right breast, she traces those fine hairs that ride his belly. She's always wanted to toy with those champagne pink hairs, making her giggle to find out their softer then she would have thought. Her thumbs linger on the V of his hips, looping under the sash of his belt and tugging eagerly at the offending object.

Suddenly she's hoisted into his awaiting lap, straddling him. The new position leaves no room between them, a blessing with her chest pressing firmly against him and their stomachs brushing all the way down to the navel. That's when she feels it, his awakening erection pressing against her inner thigh. It sets her nerves shaking.

His fingers tangle through her golden locks, snaring a few strands of hair painfully but she doesn't voice her objections. Their lips barley touch and they breathe each other's air.

Natsu's half-lidded eyes heated with lust put Lucy in a trance. "Am I moving too fast?" he asks.

"Oh, no, of course not," she reassures. "I'm … happy you want to do this, but are you okay? I've never seen you this impatient to do this with me before."

"Hell if I know if I'm okay. A voice keeps screaming in my head to take you. To have my scent cover you. To make sure you can feel me with every step you take. What I'm hearing in my head is pretty raunchy. Not even the guys at the guild can come up with crazier shit. I don't know where this is coming from but …"

"I think that's your intuition talking," she says husky, silencing him with her lips. Her arms wrap around his neck and cling to him, riding out this wave of hysterical desire.

Natsu becomes bolder with her reassurance.

He groans in their kiss and demands more. He licks along her bottom lip, silently telling Lucy what he wants. She willingly opens her puffy lips for his tongue to roll over hers, twisting and caressing. The air he exhumes goes deep into her lungs, the breath of a fire dragon that sends his flames from his throat to hers.

Lucy's back bows when his hands faintly stroke her ribs, he in return now memorizing her bones. Her tank top has stayed bunched between them, exposing her stomach to his wondering hands that leave trails of fire in their wake. He goes wherever he can, along her curvy thighs that clench at his touch and back up the sides of her stomach, being so brave as to finger under the edges of her silk shorts, cupping her ass and digging his nails into the plump flesh.

"Oh, God," she moans. She encourages him by grinding into what he has to offer, having the head of his cock rub heavenly against her swollen clit. She's never been so thankful in her entire life that he wears loose pants.

Natsu pauses and grunts in displeasure. "Dammit."

"What? What's wrong?" she asks worried, halting her movements.

"Nothing. It just hurts a little."

"Um, what exactly …?"

He lowers his chin, eyes pointedly darting from his crotch to her. "Having a heavy girl sit on my dick doesn't exactly ease the pain."

Lucy's earthy colored eyes narrow. "I am not heavy. If you don't like it then I'll get off."

He quickly wraps his arms around her and locks her into place against him. "I said it hurt a little. I didn't say it was a bad kind of pain."

The air in her throat catches. Her own heat pulsates harder with those words and she shows him the attention he refuses to give up.

He rocks his hips against hers, making her twitch in his lap. His manhood is taunt and burning under her core, making her understand how it could possibly hurt for a guy if left unattended. A sting of saliva connects them as they part their tongues but she refuses to give leeway.

Lucy was right about being ready for this. After so many uncertainties, slowly learning how a real relationship works, she knew it was time to become a woman rather than a love-struck girl. She's never felt as close to Natsu as she has in this moment. This goes beyond the physical aspect and molds into a spiritual act. Ready to take this plunge and get to know one another in a way she never thought would have been possible when they first met.

The act of lifting her shirt over her head and adding it to the growing pile of cloths on the floor feels sacred, giving him a sight to behold that she so rarely gives to others. It's just a bra, that's all it is and nothing more, she repeatedly tells herself.

The sweat on her shirt has it roll off awkwardly, getting stuck around her arms. "Stupid thing," she mutters. Natsu helps her take it off the rest of the way.

She lets him take his time to simply look at her. Seeing her all those times before half-naked on accident are nothing compared to this heart-pounding confrontation. Their desperation for one another is halted as the reality of what's happening seems to catch up with Natsu. He feverishly takes an interest in the fullness of her breasts, big enough that they spill over the line of her bra as he bounces them in his twitching hands.

"You can do more than grope them," she says quiet.

"I-I know. Give me a second," he pouts.

She willingly lets him toy with her, brushing his thumb slowly over where a pert nipple would be. Too bad the fabric is too thick to let her properly feel it.

"This is all the guys ever talked about when you first came around. I never got the interest until now." He snickers and scratches the black lace. "I don't think I've seen this bra before. I'd remember."

Lucy scolds him for his underwear snooping, sending him into a fit of laughter.

He slowly runs a finger under the strap and accidentally stretches it to snap against her shoulder, having him apologize. He curiously traces the edges of the bra with a single finger, reaching around to the hooks and blindly toying with them, once against hesitant in asking for her permission. Their connection is so that they don't need to exchange words to understand how much they want one another, if Lucy's soaking panties and Natsu's erection aren't good enough indications.

She closes her eyes and gathers her wits for what she's about to do. Never before has she gotten this far with a guy, not the type of girl to give herself away easily to unwanted men. Her throat dries into sand paper as she reaches around, unhooking her bra one handed after so many years of practice.

Her bra slips away but as soon as it's gone a cold sweat runs down her spin. She quickly wraps her arms around Natsu's waist and hugs him tight to conceal her naked upper body, squealing pathetically. Her pert buds rub deliciously against him and she bites her lower lip to suppress her moans.

Anyone would figure that after inhaling his saliva and taking advantage of his dick she'd be okay with exposing her chest to her boyfriend. Kisses and conceal boners don't seem to be in the same category as this. God, what's she going to do when the pants come off? It makes her heart palpitate and her nerves go haywire, having her fingers dig into his back thinking about going that far with him.

"You didn't have to do that, you know," he says confused by her behavior. He comforts her by rubbing small circles on her back.

Her voice is muffled against his chest. "Hush. Just give me a minute."

"Aw, Lucy, come on. It's not as if I'm going to laugh at them. I've seen them before. They're fine."

Her lips purse. "What do you mean by 'fine'?"

"I don't know. Normal, I guess."

Her eyes roll. "Sounds about as romantic as you're going to get."

"What? Would you rather I say I want to eat them?"

Actually, to her, that doesn't sound too bad.

Of course, this boy has never had problems seeing breasts thanks to all the girls in his life constantly exposing them to him on accident. Why should she be any different? The thought is almost insulting if it wasn't for the tenderness he was showing her moments ago.

Natsu doesn't push her to back away, waiting uncharacteristically patient—perhaps sympathizing with her shyness after all those times before when he would freak out. His fingers glide trails of fire along her back, to her sides and reaching steadily around to her breasts that push outwards from pressing hard against his chest. He tests those boundaries, maybe even trying to tell her that it's okay. That he is most certainly fascinated in looking at her chest alone.

Knowing she's being foolish, Lucy is ready to reveal her rosy peaks to him but not without taking advantage of the position she's put herself in. She brings her lips to the raised scar on his neck and at the same time flicks a stiff nipple, having him suck in air though his teeth. Her kiss swollen lips wrap around the scar, sensually tugging the skin between her teeth and trying to imitate what he did earlier.

It brings about a deep rumbling in his chest, the closest sound to a purr that she's ever heard from him.

"I didn't think you could actually purr," she giggles soft. "I thought it was something I made up when I was drunk at that Christmas Party."

"I don't purr," he argues.

She goes back to his neck, sucking his pulse point and rubbing her hands along his stomach, relishing the contours of his body. That low rumble of Natsu's starts up again. He quickly reaches around and nips the top of her right ear.

Having her nose pressed close to his skin, she can clearly smell his unique scent, somehow finding it more tantalizing than ever before. The hot surface of his skin against her tongue makes her swear she can taste fire.

Natsu effectively stops her nibbling when he shoves his fingers under her shorts and tightly grips her rear. Without warning, he lifts her with ease and she claws him for purchase, her thighs clenching his waist like a boa.

The bed dips under Lucy's weight, her breasts bouncing with the spring of the mattress. Lying on her back, she removes her arms from around Natsu and almost brings them to cross awkwardly over her chest out of instinct to cover herself. The stark clash of his warm body escaping her grasp, being replaced by the breeze through the open window next to her, makes her shiver slightly and have her exposed nipples harden.

"I'm not going to be able to stop once we start again," he warns, reaching for his sash with trembling fingers.

She rubs her toes together. "That's o-okay. I, uh, I've been preparing for this. I've been taking birth control in the form a potion for a while. You don't have to … back away."

"What's with you and potions all of a sudden?" he snorts amused.

He struggles to take his belt off, the knot refusing to come undone until he's had enough and decides that burning the thing off is the best option. The flash of flame in the darkness blinds her.

"Contain yourself, please. I don't want my place set on fire," Lucy complains, rubbing her eyes.

"I think that's the least of your worries, right now," he says.

The shift of weight on the bed, telling her that Natsu's gotten off, has her focus past the white dots in her eyes. He kicks off his baggy pants in a sort of dance, the bulk of it getting stuck around his feet and almost having her think he's going to set that on fire, too. When he finally holds still pants-less, huffing in annoyance and giving that pout of embarrassment she finds adorable, the bulge in his briefs dismisses any sort of relaxed state she was in. She can clearly trace the outline of his thickness that strains to find freedom past the fabric of the underwear.

Natsu eagerly comes back to Lucy and places his weight between her legs, pressing hard into her soaked core. He gazes hungrily at her buds that beg for attention.

"We don't have to do this …" he says, giving her one last out.

She sighs shaky. "I want this and I don't expect you to hold back. Even if I shy away, keep going."

His head cocks to the side. "That sounds weird." Hearing those words, he smirks. "Speaking of weird, I technically won that little bet of ours. You have to do what I say for the next 24 hours."

She pauses and in her confusion she loses that sense of blind longing. "What? No, I won all of those rounds."

"You lost the last one." He smugly bumps the tip of his nose against hers. "The bet was that you could beat me every single time until I gave. I didn't give. You couldn't pin me down one last time. Therefore, I won."

"That still doesn't sound right to me."

"For my first command," he drops his weight and rolls his hips, "hold still."

Forget about her thinking that their wrestling match earlier was torture. This is going to be downright cruel.


Authors Notes:

Cliff hangers are a bitch, no?

But that's all I got for now, otherwise this chapter would have been way to long for my liking. I have to step away for a few days to take care of some real life events, but I will update again as soon as I can.