So, this one is not as nsfw as my others, and more on the fun side. ;) There's also art! (Find the link on my profile, as with the others.)
Prompt: Sexy Title: Oh Happy Days
„Lucy, look what I found!"
Lucy did not look. She had not looked when Natsu had burst into the flat 10 minutes ago, and she did not look now, while she ignored the weird scrambling noises and strained sounds that followed his statement.
Only when he pushed open the door from the kitchen to her bedroom and awaited her reaction in curious silence did she finally lift her head from the book she had been reading. Her face remained illegible, but if you looked closely you could see the corners of her mouth twitching.
"Natsu, what in all the worlds is that?"
"Isn't it obvious? It's a Happy costume!" he declared proudly and struck a dashing pose. "Aye, Sir!"
Now Lucy had to cover her mouth with one hand to avoid small giggles from escaping her lips.
"I found it in a merchandise store! Happy will be so proud when I show him!"
"You came to me first though? To interrupt my reading marathon?"
He chose to ignore the mild irony in her tone and stalked towards her with a grin. "Exactly."
But when he was halfway through the room, he suddenly stopped. A thought seemed to have crossed his mind.
"I mean, I know that you can't resist my charms."
That made Lucy raise her head and then her brow, a challenge written over her face.
"Oh yeah?"
His grin was the only answer she got. It was devilish.
Which seemed a little out of place what with his attire. He was sporting a big, blue onesie after all. Long sleeves were covering his arms and ended in some big, fluffy paws that were strapped to his hands with a rubber band. There even was a fitting pair of paw-shoes for his feet. The zipper must be on the back, somewhere between the two tiny wings that peeked out from behind him, because she couldn't make it out anywhere on his white belly. At least he wasn't wearing a helmet. Just a hoodie with big cat ears. She grinned.
"And how will you go about that in this outfit?"
His grin widened, and then he proceeded to wriggle his eyebrows at her seductively.
"By stripping out of it."
Her chin dropped. He was going to strip? For her? While a blush had inevitably covered her cheeks, she actually had to admit that she liked the idea.
Her mind immediately started spinning fantasies. Natsu ripping his shirt of, a rose between his teeth and his hand gliding over his torso… Slow music playing in the background…
Then she remembered it was Natsu she was thinking about. This was probably as far from reality as she could get.
Her fears were confirmed when she directed her attention back at him.
He dramatically had liberated his head from the hoodie, and was now trying to get rid of the remaining parts of the onesie - while dancing?! At least that's what she guessed the weird movements were supposed to be.
By the way he bent backwards intricately as he fumbled with the zipper, she knew this wasn't going to end well. And by the time he hit the ground, face forward, her hand was draped over her forehead in a gesture of silent disbelief. The corners of her mouth twitched yet again.
"Ouch."
He looked rather defeated when he came back up after a moment of deep struggle on the ground.
At least he had managed to actually open the zipper, and now he was peeling the sleeves off his muscular arms.
She couldn't help but stare. Really, who wouldn't? It seemed that he was sexiest when he was not trying to be, just by being himself. She smiled.
Then his attention reverted back to her.
"Maybe I'm not so good at this stripping thing after all."
A sheepish grin spread across his face. He was downright adorable.
And sexy. The only part of his body that was still sporting the costume were his legs. His upper body was entirely revealed, and as always, Lucy liked what she saw. The definition of his abs, the tanned and smooth skin, the pelvic muscles that led her gaze lower...
"You were right with one thing though."
"And what's that?"
"I really can't resist your charms."
She grinned at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and he slowly returned the look as realization dawned on his face.
He took a big step in her direction, eager to get closer quickly. But then he almost tripped again, forgetting that his costume was rather restricting even now. The designers knew nothing of legroom, apparently. And the upper part got in the way too. So he had to scuttle over to her disgracefully.
She snorted, and by the time he reached her, tears were swimming in her eyes and she had to gasp for breath.
But he was close enough now. With a cry and a determined bent of his legs, he hurled himself at her.
They ended up a mess on the bed; legs tangled and faces only inches apart as they tried to calm their laughter. The costume, which had been hanging loosely from his hips moments ago, slid even further down.
Their eyes met.
"Maybe you're not so bad at this stripping thing after all."
"Yeah, I am."
"Yeah, you are."
"Still managed to get you into bed though."
They were both grinning when he closed the small distance between their faces.
