C.C.: Hmm I guess you could say this is like a little sequel to the second chapter :) Thank you all for your wonderful reviews and your suggestions!
Y'know…as a girl it's a little difficult writing in a guy's point of view but really, I enjoy those the most for some reason haha. I always know what the girl is thinking because it's always told from her view in many romance cases...I'd like to know what goes on in the guy's mind too!
Hopefully I'm doing okay in that area...I really don't know but I'm trying my best!
~He Liked the Way She Teased~
Part II of She Liked the Way He Kissed
NaLu
Rated: M for suggestive themes :P
He liked the way she teased.
Liked the way she sighed against his grinning mouth and eagerly followed his every move.
He reveled in the fact that she fit so neatly in his arms as if she were made just for him. Like they were a puzzle and they were the two pieces that fit together to complete the picture. As corny as that sounded, he really did feel like that.
He liked how she nipped at his earlobe, the way her long nails ran along his back that sent shivers throughout his body. He liked the feeling of her fingers entangled with his hair, making it all the more messy than it was originally.
Her blonde hair tickling his arms as she moved in his embrace made the dozen of little moths in his stomach dance a jig. His mind would go blank for a bit before coming back and just doing it all over again.
He would wrap his arms around her, hold her tight and try to bury himself into her intoxicating scent. He'd kiss her all over, sometimes gently and sometimes a bit too eagerly. He'd touch her all over, hands making secret marks, mapping, getting accustomed to the areas of Lucy's luscious body.
It always never felt like it was enough even with all that.
He'd have to do more.
He liked the way she clung to him, out of breath and mind clouded. He liked knowing he had that effect on her. Sometimes, he'd secretly raise his body temperature just to make the heat just that much more intense. He could feel her body temperature rise as well through her thin blue shirt, his hands raking over the bra from the inside. He always had trouble with that particular undergarment.
He burnt the last one out of frustration, possibly his most troublesome adversary yet...but she yelled at him so he couldn't do that again.
He liked cold, windy nights because it gave him an excuse to tighten his hold on her. He'd cling to her and her to him, over and over again. He never got tired of it; it was always a new adventure to him. She'd curl her slender fingers in his short, regrettably pink hair and pull on it ever so slightly, unconsciously. He'd only let out a hiss and deepen the kiss.
He didn't mind it rough, really he didn't.
If Lucy wanted it, he'd do it.
He'd even let her lead if she asked him to, he'd do it just for her. That was his idea of romantic. He didn't really know how to be and he was sure even if he did, he'd have no talent with it. Well, he tried, at least, usually it ended in flames (literally), but she knew he tried.
Sometimes, she'd deny him what he wanted. She'd turn her head, refusing to give him a kiss. It sucked, it really did.
There were other times when she'd pretend she didn't notice him. She'd just continue writing her novel, read a new book she bought or do anything that didn't involve looking at him. She'd act like she was too busy to deal with him, like she had other things she'd rather think about than kiss him.
No matter how much he'd tug at her arm, no matter how pouty he'd get or whiny he'd get, she wouldn't budge. He'd coo at her, bribe her and even sometimes try to force her to turn and look at him. He felt a hand gently caress the side of his face, bringing him back to reality. Oh, that's right…Lucy was already in his arms, what was he doing thinking about other things besides kissing her?
With a wide grin, he pushed the Stellar Mage down onto her bed in which they sat at. She let out a yelp of surprise and protests. He heard it all but he really didn't mind them. He knew if she wanted it or not. If she really didn't, he'd stop because as much as he wanted her…he loved and respected her more than he wanted to kiss her.
He'd rather deal with Erza's wrath than be the cause behind Lucy's tears.
He'd spend a whole day being nice to Gray if it'd make her happy.
"Natsu, aren't you hot wearing your scarf?" Lucy asked, tugging at the piece of cloth wrapped securely around the Dragon Slayer's neck.
At that, Natsu paused. He hadn't noticed that they were both full clothed, well, Lucy's jacket had been thrown aside somewhere—or maybe he burned it? With a chuckle, he unwrapped the scarf from his neck and set it on the bed post.
In the beginning, he had had trouble parting with the scarf. However, he trusted Lucy to the point where he'd even give her his scarf if she were cold. Igneel was apart of him and now that Lucy was, too, he wanted the two to be apart of each other.
That's just how much Lucy meant to him.
After all, it was only natural to introduce your girlfriend to your parents—even if your dad was a fire breathing dragon, literally. Lucy blushed a deep shade of red as Natsu discarded his vest, tossing it onto the ground. Staring down at her, Natsu could only watch the girl underneath him fidget nervously. Her eyes were averted from him, trying to find something to stare at other than at Natsu's bare chest.
That only made his grin widen.
Lucy was cute.
He liked the way she blushed, her face red with embarrassment. He didn't know what there was to be shy about—she should be used to everything by now. However, he supposed that's what he liked about her.
No matter how many times they do this, she was always just as shy and docile as the first time. Well, docile was a far stretch…really, Lucy wasn't some timid little lamb. She'd bite him; scratch him and all kinds of things when she wasn't paying attention.
He didn't mind, really.
He liked the way she teased him, though. The way she turned her head as he bent down to kiss her, acting as if she didn't want it. He scowled and tried again, only to have her turn the other direction. Really, she was taking this a little too far...
"Luce," he growled, but he wasn't really angry.
"I think we should stop, don't you? Happy's going to be here any minute and—"
"He won't. I told him that I wanted some privacy with you so he won't."
"R-Really…?"
"Yep, now quit being stubborn and look at me."
Lucy paused, pondering the thought. She was actually thinking about it, this girl. He could only sigh and chuckle at her childish behavior. Really, and here he thought he was the immature one. His hands were on either side of her head, his body hovering ever so slightly off her body, enough where he wouldn't crush her but where his body still rested on hers. He could feel her behind the thin shirt she wore and her skirt would only make his work easier.
He liked how easy girl clothes were...easy to take off. Except those stupid bras...damn he hated bras. Lucy pouted and turned aside, still refusing to look at him. Natsu could only sigh and shake his head.
That was fine, he liked this part of her too.
"Luce, I'm going to count to three," Natsu said, as if scolding a child who wouldn't obey. He'd get that kiss, whether he had to resort to force or not.
"I dunno Natsu…I dunno if you can put me in the mood anymore," she said, looking the other way as if she were thinking. Despite her words, she was trying her best not to reveal her smile. She was enjoying this, he knew.
"Oh, really? Then you leave me no choice…" Natsu said, grinning toothily. Lucy blanched at this, brown eyes wide with terror. He wouldn't…would he?
"Draaaagooon…" He raised his hands above her, "…tiiickle!"
"Ahahaha what's that s-so…l-lame…ahahaha…st-stop! N-Natsu! Ahahaha w-wait I'm dying…I'm d-dying! Ahaha!"
"You asked for it," Natsu said, grinning.
"J-J-Jerk! Ahaha! N-Natsu d-don't…th-that t-t-ickles! Ahahaha! "
She turned to look at him only to be met with a kiss. Closing her eyes, she allowed the Dragon Slayer to dominate her mouth once more. He pulled away, eyes looking straight at hers until another one of those goofy grins of his flashed onto his face.
"Told you I'd do it."
"Jerk," she said, pouting a bit before flashing her own grin.
Despite her teasing, Natsu still wanted more. He always did like it better when she teased him...kind of helped pent up the urge, y'know? Made him kind of want it all the more...he wondered if that was her goal in the first place? It was either that or she just liked seeing him desperate for her attention. For all Natsu knew...it was probably both.
Yeah. It was probably both.
C.C.: Whelp, that's all there is to THIS chapter. I pondered on whether or not I should make it the way I 'originally' wanted it to but...maybe I'll save that for a separae piece haha. In any case, I always wondered how Natsu would handle bras...he'd probably just burn the damn thing off, knowing him.
