A/N: Wow! I'm back after being dead for approximately (I'm not sure) months with a little treat for y'all. It was a quick, spur-of-the-moment idea I had when talking to a friend. I whipped this up using half of a scrapped idea, plus the new one, so about 3 and a half hours. Please let me know if you see any errors and please tell me if this good or not. I need validation. (I'm kidding, but seriously, let me know.)

Thanks for the shit-ton of support so far! I didn't expect this to be this popular, like, I literally thought no one would read it, but, you know, whatever. Since people like it, I guess I'll continue. Also, I'm losing that... creative juice that I use to write this stuff, so if you have any ideas, let me know. Thanks!

Ok, stop reading this long-ass author's note. (I really have to work on making these shorter.)

"I think…" she murmured, "I think I'm gonna give you a massage."

They were both toweling dry after their long and rather active shower time together, sneaking kisses and gentle touches whenever they felt like it.

"What?" he responded, surprised, as she slinked up to him, pressing up against him, kissing his neck softly, pulling at his flesh with her teeth. "It'll be fun. Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

He flushed. "That's… not why I'm hesitant," he responded after a moment, groaning as she nipped at his jaw. "Oh?" she said, pulling away to look at him curiously. "And what could possibly be the reason?"

"I'll be sore."

She started laughing. "You'll be fine. God knows you fuck me so hard, I'm always sore the next day." She shrugged. "It'll be nothing." Then she leaned up to his ear and whispered warmly, "But I can make it something if you want."

He smirked and, pulling her face to his, kissed her roughly, their teeth clicking softly as their tongues interweaved themselves with each other. Then he was pulling away, looking at her hungrily. "I'm sorry, Lucy. But I'm exhausted after what happened in the shower. I need a nap."

He pulled on a shirt and watched as she clasped her bra on and then slid her arms into the straps, adjusting them and pushing up the cups as she got comfortable. All the while, her eyes were on him, watching him watch her breasts jiggle gently as they settled into the cups. "Ok then," she said, her tone nonchalant. She pulled out a sweater and slipped it on, while he idly wondered if she was punishing him.

Her eyes had drifted to the mirror, and she stepped into some shorts, wiggled them up her pale, slender legs, and let the waistband snap around her waist firmly, watching his face closely all the while. He pulled up his own pants and tried not to let her get to him, mildly frustrated that she was succeeding by doing what she always did. She asked his opinion, adjusting her top and tucking her hair behind her ear, posing a little differently every few seconds, observing her body from every angle. "I think you look great," he said after a moment, after a dry swallow. Yep, she was punishing him.

"Thanks," she responded, kissing him quickly and then walking off to the kitchen.

His eyes trailed after her, and he let out a sigh, then followed her. "Hey, Luce." She turned to him, holding an unopened bag of popcorn in her hand, and a bowl in the other. "Yeah?"

"I'll take you up on that offer," he replied, knowing she was getting what she wanted. She smirked at him, though her eyes brightened at his words. "Oh, it's just that… well, I'm exhausted after what happened in the shower," she said, even though they both knew she was lying. Looking him in the eye, she set down her snack and its accompanying bowl and approached him slowly, each step more intentional than the last.

She reached out, her hands slinking under his shirt to caress his bare skin. He sucked in a breath as her fingers trailed against his warm skin, her fingernails occasionally raking against his skin roughly and eliciting a stifled groan from his lips. "You seem a little... tense, Natsu," she purred into his ear as her fingers worked higher and higher. "Need any help? I can loosen you up with just a few touches."

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, grateful that there was a wall behind him to stop him from falling flat on his back. "N-no." His hands tightened into fists, and she chuckled deviously as she watched him struggle with himself.

His shirt was on the floor now, and she was kneading his back and shoulder muscles, sometimes gently, other times more firmly. "Ok," she whispered into his ear. "Keep telling yourself that."

"God, Lucy…"

"Yes?" She was looking at him, that sly glint in her eyes present once again. Gritting his teeth, he said nothing, and she leaned up to kiss his lips and then trail her down down his neck, hooking a leg around his waist and grinding her warm center against his crotch. Swearing she could have heard a small groan behind his lips, she asked, "No underwear?"

He didn't respond, and she moaned into his ear. "I didn't put any on. Did you notice?"

Already he was descending into that lust-induced haze that they both enjoyed oh so much. But at the back of his foggy mind, he realized that she was right. He had just been too busy staring at her breasts to take notice.

Had she been planning this?

"T-that won't change anything," he groaned, his jaw clenching as she moved. "I seem to be doing something to you," she replied, a soft moan spilling from her lips, and he sucked in a deep breath when she stopped moving and decided to free his cock from its confines. "Lucy-"

"I know, I know. You can't have seven orgasms in a row." She smiled despite herself, her grip on him tightening ever so slightly and bringing his cock to life. "But still, there are so many ways to burn the time while we wait."

He hissed and kissed her, burying his nose in her fragrant hair. "Okay, okay, you win."

She smirked at him. "As expected. You know my fees." Her hand idly worked at his arousal, and he rested his head against the wall again. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to suppress a groan.

"You're not done yet, so you can't set any fees," he replied, sucking in a breath with every movement of her hand. She eyed him, then kissed him and smiled. "I know, I know." Looking him in the eye, she said, "I'll get on it right now."

She knelt slowly, looking at him as she took his cock in her hands, stroking it gently and smirking at his hardness. "Mmm," she hummed, blowing against the tip gently. She heard him curse and warmed.

"Remember, you owe me."

Silence. Heavy breathing. Deep sighs.

Lucy was splayed out on top of him, their chests rising and falling together, slowly, as they caught their breaths. His eyes were already fluttering when he felt her soft hand touch his, and slowly their digits intertwined, much like they had earlier.

"Is… is my debt repaid?" he managed, and she nodded her head, "Yes," she whispered back. "Repaid ten times over." After a moment of quiet, she murmured, "We're on the kitchen table," and let out a tired laugh, warming as he chuckled. She settled against his chest, sighing into his skin. "I'll add it to the list."

"The bathroom, the bedroom, Gray's place… a mission… a phone booth... wow. You're insatiable." She blushed, then poked his cheek. "You're not one to talk." Feeling her move, he leaned down, pressing his lips onto hers slowly, their lips gliding over each other. Her finger traced his jaw fondly, and she took a deep breath as she pulled her lips away from his to work her way down to his shoulder. His arms tightened around her in a warm, possessive grip. "You seduced me, Lucy."

"You gave in, Natsu. And besides, you fucked me, not the other way around."

"Fair," they chorused together, then laughed.

She let out a slight laugh, "Natsu… I love you so much." Another warm kiss. "I love you too." She ground her hips against his and they both groaned. "A kitchen table is pretty random, though," she said after a moment, and then got off him, slumping as he slipped out of her, immediately feeling as though she'd lost something essential. "Well… it's not the worst place to fuck, is it?" he asked, and she shrugged as she steadied herself against. "A closet would be pretty bad. One of us would have to be extremely desperate."

He scoffed. "You'll probably try to get me into one later today."

"Today?" She stared at him, seemingly offended. "No, no, if we were going to fuck in a closet, it would have to be tomorrow. If I come again, I might die of dehydration."

"Speaking of hydration, it's back to the shower for us," he said, looking at the mess they'd made. Then, glancing at her warily, he said, "Separate showers."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of taking a shower with you again, at least for today. You're too tempting."

"I'll take that as a compliment. When we're done we can watch that movie you were planning on watching."

She sighed, and said, "I'll be napping, but you can watch it if you want." She walked to the bathroom and opened the door. Just before she closed it, she said, "This seductress is done for the day." Then the door was shut and he could hear the water running.

Natsu stretched and yawned, a grin already pulling at the corners of his lips. "So is this one. But there's always tomorrow."

That's all! Let me know what you think!