Welcum to 2019

"Wow!" Lucy squeals and practically dances into the Corner Junior Suite of the Knickerbocker Hotel. It wasn't one of their most lavish rooms but it's stunning view of Times Square was exactly why their friends Gray and Erza had hooked them up with it for the big St. Cloud rooftop bash. She runs to the window, pressing herself up to the glass absolutely giddy at the sight!

Her husband Natsu walks up chuckling. "Maybe one day we'll be able to afford something like this on our own," wrapping his arms around his wife's waist.

"MmHmm, one day when I'm a big-time author and you're a fire inspector or something," she giggles, "but it was nice of them to give us this kind of gift as a wedding present."

"You've only talked about wanting to see the New Year's ball drop up close since we were kids. We're just lucky those two got jobs here." Kissing his wife's cheek, "we should unpack and get some sleep, tomorrow's gonna be a long night."

After a scrumptious dinner in the hotel's famous Charlie Palmer Restaurant, Natsu and Lucy change into party attire and along with coats to brave the open patio area of St. Cloud Lounge, head up to the roof for the New Years party by 9pm. Their friend Erza Scarlet was stuck working front desk but as head of security for the hotel, Gray Fullbuster would working the party.

"Whoa sup man!" Natsu shakes Gray's hand and bumps shoulders, "thanks, so much for getting us in here."

"T'was nothin, at least I knew you two would like the gift. Hey Lucy," hugging the woman, "ready to drink and have fun?"

"Oh yeah!"

Gray opens up the stanchion to allow them to pass, "if you need anything I'll be around, if not have fun!"

They make a pass by the bar for drinks, then Natsu and Lucy manage to find an open couch to relax on and listen to the music. The DJ is cranking out some pretty good dance beats but after a bit of a heavy dinner, settling with some cocktails first made more sense. Beside getting a little lit before hitting the floor meant not having to baby sit drinks on a table while they were at it.

Strawberry Mimosa's for Lucy, Smoky Michelada's for Natsu were the drinks of choice that evening. He normally just drank Fireballs but since they weren't paying, why not try out other spicy or hot items on the menu and this new drink was to his liking. The hor d'oeuvres were off the charts delicious too and the service staff were doing an excellent job keeping the guests satiated.

The lounge was starting to fill up but many of the guests were filtering out to the spacious lanai area, probably to secure decent spots for the show later. Not a big deal for the couple since their friends Erza and her husband had a Premium spot reserved and they were invited to join later. Plus, it was chilly outside, thank goodness for the indoor heating that managed to keep it at bay despite the doors being open to the veranda. Besides, if they went outside, they'd have to go back and grab their coats from the check station so why not wait until after they danced.

Eventually nature called and Natsu left Lucy near the bar to answer it. When he returned, he found one of the guests trying to flirt with his wife. Stupid orange haired bastard! She was obviously throwing up the 'not interested' signals but the man wasn't listening.

When Lucy sees her fuming husband stalking towards them, she holds up her hand and looks up at the interloper from her chair. "Sorry, but a real man has just joined our little party." She stands up and coyly wraps herself around her husband's side, "Loke, you remember my husband Natsu. Natsu, Loke here is one of the DJ's and I was just telling him that he should get back to work cause I'm ready to dance now."

"Oh, right," the stranger pushes his glasses up and looks Natsu up and down, "I remember you now, football quarterback from Magnolia High. Lucky bastard, how'd you keep this here queen all to yourself, hmm? Come on," he leans in closer, "tell me your secrets."

Natsu's fists clench, "Why you!"

Lucy holds her husband back from advancing, "Loke, you wanna know his secret? He always treated me like a Queen when guys like you only wanted me for my body. Now I suggest you get back to the DJ booth before we have to call security over here."

"Fine," the wannabe playboy adjusts his suit and straightens out. "But if that ever changes, now you know how to find me." And with a last wink, Loke heads back to the stage.

"I ought'a bash his face in," Natsu seethes, all the alcohol fueling his emotions.

But Lucy just smooths her hand against his chest, teasing her fingers around his midsection, "don't worry, you'll get the last laugh when Loke gets to watch you gettin all nice and frisky with me on the dance floor."

That got his attention. "Frisky, huh?" Natsu wraps an arm around her waist while his other hand snakes lower, drifting, ghosting over her exposed thigh, "I like the sound of frisky."

"Mmm," Lucy purrs in his ear, "I know you do. Ooh…" Lucy glances over at the dance floor just as a new song comes on, "and that idiot is making it easy."

"I don't know Luce, I kinda don't really feel like dancing though…"

"Aww," a pout forms on her lips, but Natsu just chuckles and slowly pulls his wife closer to the dancefloor. He hugs along the walls only stopping when they are in plain view of the DJ stand. With a slight irritation in her tone and a crossing of her arms, "are we just gonna watch everyone dancing?"

Natsu gingerly moves her arms to the sides, stepping in close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over her chest. Shivers creeping along her spine as her cheeks flushed and spilled of heated thoughts. Lucy steps back only to realize there was a wall right behind her. A fanged uptick of his cocky smile causes her breathing to hitch, she knew that look. She was trapped.

He presses in, filling her personal space, his leg angled between hers, his thigh riding against her center. "N-Natsu…. We're in public…"

"No one's paying attention…" His lips brush against hers, trailing the lightest of kisses from her jaw to her pulse point, burying his face in its crook. Lucy feels Natsu's hands ghosting along her curves, caressing the swell of her breasts, down her hourglass then coming to rest on her rear. He squeezes the firm flesh, gripping it as if communicating his dominance over the woman to anyone that was watching.

Lucy's eyes roll back as she stifles the moans bubbling up with each kiss to her flesh and rub of his thigh. Bloody hell he was hitting all the sensitive spots but with such a delicacy it was driving her even more wild. All the light touches, nimble fingers and feathery kisses…. Tiny nips from his canines or grazes of his tongue along her skin. Lucy's own hips betray her crumbing restraint as they grind onto his thigh. She can feel his grins beaming through, but her mind is deteriorating by the second. Lucy manages to scan over to the DJ booth and sees a mixture of horror and pleasure somehow warped onto Loke's face. Ugh, shouldn't he be more annoyed? Unless the playboy was a voyeur too?

Her voice is both frantic and airy, "N-Natsu… i-it's not working…. I think he likes watching…"

"Well that doesn't work…." He pulls back so he can look in her eyes. "But I also don't wanna stop."

"There's only about 30 more minutes till midnight, why don't we just grab our coats and find a spot to watch the fireworks."

In the few minutes that it took them to pick up their coats from the check stand, Natsu had already devised a plan to continue his little escapade. The quickening in his pants hadn't been expected but if he couldn't take care of it till later, something else was gonna have to make up for that. And a long coat would work very nicely.

His eyes scan the lanai looking for just the right spot. Somewhere his wife will still be able to see the fireworks but preferably where prying eyes will not think much of their activities. Too many people…. Too close to Erza cause she'll suspect…. Oh, wait a minute…. A parting of some of the crowds and Natsu spots it, wall, near the corner, nothing blocking the view…. Perfect! He prods Lucy in that direction, keeping his arm around her waist and not letting her stop until they reach it.

She shivers from the freezing night air of New York, but Natsu starts to tug at her long trench-style coat to take it off. "What are you doing! Are you crazy it's like zero degrees out here!"

"Not zero, but just work with me here!" he chides and yanks it off. As Lucy moves to throw a bigger fit, he simply turns it around, so it covers the front of her body, creating a barrier for the both of them. "See," he kisses her cheek and adjusts it to make sure it's draped all the way around them. "I'm keeping ya warm with my body, and the coat will trap the heat in." Looking down at the handy work, her large chest providing a perfect drape and void for his plan.

Unawares, Lucy readjusts the coat, holding it in place near her shoulders and giving Natsu the chance to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against his chest. "Okay," face flushing just a tad, "this is better."

But Natsu was just getting started. He leans down, pretending to rest his chin on her shoulder. "Are you sure, I can get us a lot warmer if you'd like?"

"No," a mixture of confusion and hesitation in her tone, "it's fine."

"Okay. This really is a nice view of the city, we should come here once in a while just for drinks."

"That would be nice, maybe when it's not wint…. Natsu what are you doing?"

"Hmm?"

Whilst in the mundane conversation, Natsu's fingers have begun trekking down from Lucy's waist, skimmed along her thighs and are currently, slowly dragging the hem of her skirt northward. Her body stiffens as she frantically glances around to see if other guests are noticing the behavior, but everyone is too busy in conversations, tipsy, or otherwise indisposed. She tries to grab for his hands, but the coat begins to slip from her shoulders. Shit!

Of course, it's all amusing for him, chuckling at her plight with no remorse when he's got his hand settled between her thighs threatening to do so much more than linger. "Natsu," her whispers as soft as she can manage with all the noise around without giving away the conversation. "Don't… you… dare!"

"Just the watch the show baby, you'll be fine. Look they're getting ready, you can you see all the people moving around through the canvas?"

Her teeth gritted, "I am gonna make you pay when we get to our hotel room!"

"Hmph." Moving his lips to nibble at her ear, his fingers tease at the leg hole of her panties, "is that a promise?"

The warm air flooding along her nape sends pools of heated moisture straight down to meet his fingers. Natsu grins, pushing the cotton obstruction to the side and sinks into her folds relishing in his welcome wagon. Fucking hell! Lucy bites down hard on her lip, annoyed with her body's betrayal. No way she was gonna make a sound out here damn it! She forces her eyes to stay open, focusing on anything she can, the servers, the guests, the hotels and buildings across the street. There is a flurry of activity behind the ball drop canvas, shadows moving about. It's almost time, she hears from other conversations.

"I've got less than 15 minutes," he growls deep against her ear, sinking the first finger in as far as he can reach. "I'm gonna make you cum by midnight."

"Oh yeah," she challenges back, though the strength of her tone is weakened by the second intrusion of a finger, "well t-there's gonna be a second… ball drop tonight…. but it's gonna be a slow burn…. aww fuck!"

"I'll be all yours Luce…. At your mercy…. But right now, you're at mine."

Fingers pumping fast and rough, hidden behind a veil of pink taffeta. Natsu could do as he pleased without stirring up attention, just like he had planned. The angle was perfect, his hand cupped around Lucy's sex for maximum penetration. Plunging his digits through her walls, curling at the just the right time to hit her sweet spot before starting all over again. The other hand toyed with her clit, rubbing, rolling the perfect little bud between his fingers and teasing along the crevasses.

He could feel her fighting against the urge to rock her hips, if she worried her lip any harder it was gonna bleed. Lucy had long since squeezed her eyes shut, but light moans did escape the blonde. Too soft for others to hear but he could, and that only spurred on his advancements. Pressure was mounting, the heat of their bodies rising to a level he knew well amidst the flames of a burning building. Her channel was tightening around his fingers. Natsu stops toying with her clit to keep her body from arching away. She was close… and he knew it.

"Three more minutes baby," he coo's in her ear, "I wanna see you cum for me at the stroke of midnight."

"I-I can't… hold out…"

"Yes…" he slows his ministrations, leaving his fingers embedded in her pussy while buffing his palm against her folds, "you can…"

Two minutes!

The crowds are focused on the adjacent building, excitement rising, glasses filled with champagne and party horns at the ready. "Open your eye's Luce it's almost time…"

One minute!

"N-Natsu…" her breathing catches in her throat as the coil wound so tight in her core snaps.

Happy New Year!

Explosions of light fill the air as the Times Square Ball drops and signals 2019 had arrived. Lucy's screams captured by Natsu's mouth grow lost amidst the gaiety, too many shouts and laughter filling the air and melding into a cacophony of cheerful rapport. He holds her still through the throes of her orgasm. "Happy New Year Luce."