Lucy vs. Flare

An AU in which Natsu gets hit on. And Lucy kicks ass.

Lucy threw her right fist full force into the punching bag.

But that wasn't enough.

She ran her knee into it twice, then hooked her left fist into the swinging bag.

Still not enough.

She did a series of punches, ending in a high roundhouse that made her leg sting as it connected to the heavy bag. Her breath was coming out in short, heavy bursts, but she didn't stop. The anger and frustration burning through her veins was fueling a cycle of rage she couldn't seem to burn off, no matter how many pieces of gym equipment she beat up. Maybe she needed a sparring partner. She turned from the bag, setting her shoulders more firmly and adjusting the wraps on her hands.

About a dozen pairs of eyes conspicuously turned away from her all at once. It didn't do much for her mood.

Fucking pervs. If they got off watching hot girls beat the shit out of punching bags, that was their own business. Just leave her out of it. She thought by now Erza would have dissuaded them from that kind of behavior.

Then, for the first time in the last couple of hours, her lips curved up into a smile, and she scanned the room for the redhead. Who, it turns out, was the only pair of eyes that hadn't reverted back to something else when she turned. Instead, the svelte boxer met her eyes and started to make her way over.

"Need a sparring partner, Lucy?" she queried with a raised eyebrow, seeing the sweat coating the blonde's cute, but more revealing than usual, workout ensemble. "I noticed you seem to be working through something…"

Lucy's eyes involuntarily traveled to her bandage wrapped hand, reflexively pulled back to the source of her ire. Her eyebrows furrowed and her smile dropped into a frown.

"Yeah, I'm just upset about something that I really have no right to be upset about...but that isn't stopping me from wanting to beat the shit out of him. I mean, it. I mean...honestly, anything really. But the punching bag just isn't doing it for me. You game?" Lucy rustled up a rusty excuse for a smile to her newest friend. After they had bonded over their mutual love of strawberry cake, the redhead was the one that had insisted Lucy come check out her boxing gym. Which, in a crazy random happenstance happened to be Gajeel's dad's old gym. Small fucking world. So, they had sparred a couple times before, Lucy usually losing in an almost embarrassingly short time. But today, she didn't care. She just wanted to fight.

As Erza nodded and led Lucy to an open ring, climbing carefully through the bungee ropes, the blonde took a moment to glare at her arm. Conspicuously empty. Unlike her fucking hand. She accepted a pair of boxing gloves from Erza and strapped them on.

Was he ever going to explain himself? Or was he too busy with her?

As Lucy and Erza circled each other, drawing a crowd of watchers from the farthest corners of the gym, Lucy worked to block it all out, focusing on the events that had lead her here to give her anger-fueled adrenaline a boost. Erza would probably end up winning, but Lucy hoped she could hold her own for a little longer this time.

And she wouldn't even be at the stupid gym trying to bust open a giant bag of sand if it weren't for the stupid phone number on her hand.

An unimportant number of hours earlier…

Lucy sat staring at the phone number that had appeared on her hand while she slept with a bubble of excitement under her ribs. She and her mysterious skin-texter had been talking for a few weeks now, and though she didn't know his name, or where he lived, or anything one would normally think was important for even an acquaintance, she had discovered that she was developing feelings for him.

Nothing major yet, just a little flutter in her stomach when he wrote to her, or a smile that crept up without her realizing it when she found herself thinking about him.

Which happened more than she would admit to anyone. Even Levy. Because it was crazy to have a crush on someone she knew nothing about, right?

But there was just something about him...it was like he could read her mind sometimes. They were that in tune with each other.

Plus, there had to be a reason they had this weird skin transference power, right? Whether it was that they were supposed to team up and become vigilante superheroes, or that they were meant to find each other and fall in love, they were clearly linked by fate for some purpose. So, Lucy had allowed herself to develop a fondness for this boy-like man.

And now, he had sent her his phone number. Right?

Because why else would a random phone number appear on her hand overnight? He must have gotten drunk, decided he was in fact ready to take their relationship to the next level and written it to her before passing out. And come on, it had 'CALL ME' written clear as day! Could that message be any clearer?

So, Lucy reached for her phone, just as the clock on her bedside table clicked over to ten o'clock. Because that was a respectable time to wake up, right? Right.

She dialed the number on her hand and hit the little phone symbol, connecting the call with bated breath. Her stomach churned. She was going to get to hear him soon! Maybe right now!

Then someone answered.

"Um, hello?"

And Lucy's stomach dropped. That couldn't be him. That was a woman's voice.

"Hello?! Is there someone there?" The voice on the other end of the line got annoyed at her silence. Lucy snapped out of her shock and responded.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I woke up with this number written on my hand, so I thought I'd give it a call."

"Oh...well, that's weird. I only gave my number to one person last night...and you're definitely not that hot guy. Cause Natsu just left my place." Her tone was smug as she unknowingly stomped all over Lucy's hopes and heart.

Natsu. That was his name.

And he had spent the night at some other girl's house last night. Lucy knew she should just make up some excuse about having the wrong number and hang up the phone, leaving the hussyslut alone, but her curiosity wouldn't let her.

"Huh, that's funny, Natsu didn't mention he was going out last night when we talked yesterday. Where'd you guys meet?" Lucy bit her lip at her gamble. It wasn't a total lie. He hadn't mentioned his intention to go out in any of their conversations yesterday...she just hadn't known the pink-haired hottie from her dreams, that she had once run into at the train station, was named Natsu.

And it was normal to ask where they met right? Ok, no, that was stalkery. But fuck that. She wanted to know who this bitch was. And maybe a general direction to start looking for her arm-writing pal.

"We met at Eclipse last night, not that it's any of your business. Who the fuck are you?" Eclipse! That was in Magnolia! He fucking actually lived in her town?!

"A friend of Natsu's. We have plans later." What? Seriously, what the fuck Lucy? Where the fuck was all the bullshit coming from? She had no fucking clue, and yet the word vomit just kept on flowing. "We have plans to spar together in an hour or so, so I was just surprised to hear he was still at some hussyslut's place." She could practically feel the other woman bristling on the other end of the phone.

"Huh, well that sure is interesting, since I've got plans with him in a couple hours to do exactly that. Guess he forgot about you. Sucks to be that forgettable huh?"

Lucy's blood heated up, simmering just below boiling as her heart sunk deeper into the stomach acid she could feel eating away at it. She had known he went to the gym a lot. He was a boxer, and talked about going there all the time. It had been a gamble. But it hadn't paid off.

Unless this bitch was bluffing too.

Weighing her options, she decided to go all in.

"Well, then I'm sure I'll see you there, Metallicana's right?"

"Yeah, guess I'll see you there, bitch." The other woman hung up the phone and Lucy stopped breathing. It had been a total fucking guess. With Magnolia confirmed as his place of residence, she had named the gym her friend Erza had taken her to a couple of times as a total guess. But that had confirmed it. He went there. If the bitchy owner of that stupid phone number really had a gym date with him, then Lucy could run into him there today.

What had she gotten herself into?! He had clearly slept with this other woman, and possibly had arranged to meet up with her again, so how the fuck would it help that she could see him? Why had she lied so blatantly? It wasn't like she had any right to be territorial of him. He was just the guy she had discovered shared her skin one day. They had no understanding (as Jane Austen would so delicately put it *sigh*), neither had confessed their undying love, or even flirted all that much.

But now Lucy had locked herself into her lie, and she was going to see it through. She tried to wash the phone number off her hand, but the Sharpie had just faded a bit, still clearly legible. So she had put on her cutest, and most revealing gym outfit (because if she ran into him and this bitch together, at least she'd have her entire physical arsenal at her disposal. After all, there was like a 90% chance she had a nicer body than the bitch. That was just a fucking fact). Pulling a loose tank top over her low-cut sports bra and hot pants, she laced up her matching crosstrainers and headed for the door.

She needed a work out anyway. She totally wasn't going to spy on Natsu and his maybe girlfriend.

Totally.

Lucy ducked her friend's right hook and swept out a leg to trip the redhead, failing to catch her leg, but throwing her slightly off balance as she leaped over it, enough to get in a punch to her stomach before dancing away again. Erza had a speculative gleam to her eye Lucy hadn't seen before. It could have been because she was actually holding her own for once. The ire that had been driving her to beat the shit out of stuff the last hour (in between obsessive checks of the door for his telltale pink hair) had given her a speed and clarity she wasn't used to. She had actually had Erza on the ropes a few times, to her utter surprise.

Maybe the woman was letting her win or something.

She aimed an obvious high kick at the her friend's chest, which was caught and twisted, Lucy leaping up at the last minute to turn with it, landing on the mat on her arms. She quickly regained her breath and popped back up, to block Erza's punch on her forearm. While Lucy had been trained in kickboxing and various martial arts, the gym's only regular female member was a classic boxer, always fighting to the exact specs of regulation. It gave testament to her insane skills, that she still kept up with Lucy's powerful legs without breaking technique and responding in kind.

Eventually, Lucy called time, breathing hard. Her adrenaline was waning, leaving her feeling weak and dehydrated. Erza smiled and offered her hand.

"Lucy, you seriously stepped up your game today. Whoever pissed you off wouldn't have survived the onslaught." The blonde grinned back at her in appreciation for the supportive comment, stepping out of the ring and heading to the vending machines

"Yeah, not gonna lie, I feel like a badass right now. Even after working it off a little." She rolled her shoulders and downed half the bottle of water that tumbled through the machine for her. Her eyebrows descended again shortly though, as she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Yeah, I bet that bitch doesn't even show. She was clearly all talk." A slight woman with red hair secured into an impossibly long braid, and clothes just as skimpy as Lucy's had just walked through the front door of the gym, talking to someone on the phone. Lucy stared her down. That voice…

It was the phone number woman. She had shown up after all. Lucy scanned the sidewalk through the large windows of the gym, hoping for a glimpse of the man himself, but seeing no one else with the woman. Then their eyes met and the woman hung up her phone.

Lucy's glare said everything she needed it to. The redhead's eyes narrowed in response, sizing up the challenge in front of her. She didn't seem to like what she saw. Lucy's lips slid into a confident smirk. Body-wise, Lucy's curves had her beat. Gotta love fucking statistics.

Erza broke the tension, stepping forward and offering Lucy a towel to wipe the sweat from their bout off her brow. She cleared her throat and turned her gaze on the shorter redhead in front of her.

"Erza Scarlet," she said politely, but distantly, sensing the hostility coming off of Lucy in waves was directed at the new gym-goer. "And you are?"

"Flare Corona." Neither woman held out their hand. It wasn't that kind of greeting. If the three women were cats, their fur would have been standing on end, and there would have been hissing. A lot of hissing. And maybe scratching.

"Well, Flare, let's see what you can do." Lucy heard herself spit out. What the fuck? She was tired, running on empty and had no idea what the other woman was capable of. Why the fuck did she keep doing this to herself?! She gestured to the still open ring behind her as though she weren't internally second guessing everything she said.

Flare's eyebrow quirked and an almost insane glimmer shone in her eyes. Lucy suppressed a shiver. There was something not quite right with this woman. But she climbed into the ring and re-wrapped her hands, tightening the bandages where they had come loose in her spar with Erza. Flare stepped in after her. Erza handed each of the girls a pair of gloves and they put them on, neither taking their eyes off the other.

They warily circled for several moments, each trying to take the other's measure.

Eventually, Flare lost her patience and made a sloppy punch toward Lucy's face, that she blocked easily and returned with one of her own, connecting with the girl's cheekbone. The slightly nutso-looking redhead didn't even seem to register the hit, charging the blonde and trying for a hold around her neck. Lucy ducked under her attempt and used the girl's momentum to flip her over on the mat.

Behind her, Lucy was vaguely aware of the crowd of men who had abandoned their workouts to watch the catfight. A mixed chorus of "ohs" range out in sympathy and support as Flare's back hit the mat, covering the sound of the tiny bell signaling a new arrival through the front door. Lucy didn't wait for Flare to get up, using her advantage to straddle the girl and pin down her arms. Suggestive whistles sung up around her from the male peanut gallery (so...are they just a nut gallery at this point? the author wonders…)

Flare bucked her hips harder than Lucy anticipated before she could steady her grip and found herself on her back before she realized what happened. Flare quickly straddled her waist and went for her hands, the way Lucy had. The nut gallery (yeah, I'm going with it) were yelling out encouragement and bets to both girls now, exclamations of "You got this Blondie!", and "Get her Red!" echoing around the hard surfaces of the space.

Lucy bucked her hips first, testing Flare's stance. She had steadied herself early and was leaning all of her weight onto Lucy's arms. She wore a triumphant grin, obviously believing she had won. Lucy struggled to keep a smug grin off her face.

Cocky little bitch.

Perhaps if she had trained with a private self-defense and martial arts specialist for eleven years, Flare would have learned any of the many ways to get out of that hold and how to counteract them. Thankfully for Lucy, Flare had not.

Tensing her core muscles, Lucy lifted her flexible legs, limbered by weekly advanced yoga, and quickly crossed them over the redhead's neck, forcefully pulling her head to the ground and her weight off of Lucy's torso. Then she put a lock on Flare's legs and held, squeezing her opponent's neck with her powerful legs until the crazy bitch was forced to tap out, unable to move. Lucy released her and got to her feet, to the applause and cheering of the nut gallery. She waved a hand blindly at them as she accepted her water from Erza. It had been a while since she had tried to take anyone completely out, and with Erza as a sparring partner, even longer since she had succeeded. The high of the win was flooding through her veins.

And if she felt particularly good for beating Natsu's fuck-buddy (she refused to entertain the idea that he was actually dating this girl), then so be it.

She was handing the towel and water back to Erza, when Flare attacked her. The only warning sign before the redhead jumped on her back and wrapped her arms around Lucy's neck was a single male voice yelling, "Shit!", followed shortly by a hail of curses from the rest of the nut gallery (yeah, I might just enjoy writing that too much…).

Lucy tried prying the arms off her throat, but, though she dug in her nails and almost drew blood, Flare kept her hold. So Lucy did the next best thing. She jumped backwards, landing on Flare, and simultaneously elbowing her ribs, forcing all the air out of her lungs. Lucy could hear the whoosh of the air pushing out of her lungs as the arms around her larynx loosened and she was able to breath. She swiftly rolled off of her attacker and came to a stand, grabbing one of her arms and placing a cross trainer on her shoulder, pressed against her delicate collar bone. She pulled on the arm, pressing more of her weight onto her foot and hissed at the girl below her.

"Yield. Or I dislocate your arm and fucking make you."

The crowd behind her was completely silent, stunned that Flare had attacked her after losing in the first place, but blown away by the ruthlessness in Lucy's words.

Flare stubbornly stared her down.

"Natsu isn't going to like it if you maim me, you know."

Lucy just laughed.

"Natsu would be ashamed to call you friend, let alone a lover, for attacking someone's back. You don't know him at all." She ignored the little voice in her head that said she didn't really know him either and leaned on her leg more. Flare winced.

"Now, yield, or I'll add a broken collarbone to the shoulder as a reminder of the proper sparring etiquette used in this gym."

Unbeknownst to Lucy, Erza wore a proud smile. Erza had outlined her rules of sparring the first day they had met, and Lucy had respected every one of them without question from that moment on. She made a mental note to take Lucy out for cake later.

Flare, going pale at the pressure on her shoulder, finally muttered a response:

"I yield."

A serenade of cheers and "Nice one Lucy!"s erupted from behind her.

Lucy dropped Flare's arm and stepped off of her backing up a step before finally looking at the crowd of males applauding her.

And then she froze.

Because right next to the ring, arms hanging over the ropes and eyebrows furrowed as he stared intently at her, was the pink-haired man she had run into all those months ago at the train station. He wasn't applauding. And he didn't look particularly happy.

Locking eyes with him for just a moment, she bit her lip and swiftly turned away, ripping the straps of her gloves open with her teeth and pulling them off as she exited the other side of the ring, accepting Erza's low five before slipping past her, intent on collecting her gym bag and getting the fuck out of there.

She had just reached the corner with her stuff when she became aware that someone was following her. A hand descended on her shoulder and she instantly reacted, as she was trained to, grabbing the hand, tucking under it and twisting, hard, until her captive danced up onto his toes in pain.

Only, instead of that response, he followed her motion, circling her and bringing his arm around until he secured her from behind. She ducked out from under his arm, just in time, but was tripped by a leg behind her ankles and hit the hard, flat mats.

Determined not to go alone, she whipped out a leg and tripped him too, catching him by surprise and sending him crashing to the ground. She wasted no time putting a foot in his armpit and grabbing his arm, a similar tactic to the hold she had used on Flare. Secure in her victory, she finally looked at the man she was grappling with, about to demand he too yield, and lost her breath, her arms slackening.

She fell into deep green eyes, a fringe of rosy bangs barely brushing his eyelashes. A grin had replaced the intense expression he had had at the edge of the ring, widening as he grabbed her leg and rolled over, pressing one thigh between hers and lifting her knee out at an uncomfortable angle, pinned with his other leg. He grabbed her arms and secured them to the floor on either side of her head, his full weight pinning her down. She tried to struggle, but found, with the exception of her one free leg, which couldn't reach a single useful part of him, she couldn't move an inch. She was effectively locked down. Not in pain, but completely unable to free herself.

Without being prompted, she murmured, "I yield."

"Well, if I let you go, are you going to run away again?" he responded, muscles still tense and pushed against her various limbs. Lucy tried really hard not to think of the thigh pressed between her legs, but it was such an intimate position, she felt herself getting aroused. Which had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the torso she'd dreamt more than once about licking from naval to collarbone was laying on top of her. Nothing. At. All.

"Probably," she breathed. Honestly at this point, she might have just been telling him whatever she thought would keep him on top of her. It had been ages since she'd gotten any, and his muscular thigh was just triggering her imagination as to what other parts of his hard body might feel like. He shifted his hips at her response and she stifled a groan. But something about her face must have changed, since a single eyebrow went up on his. Almost experimentally, his thigh pressed the slightest bit harder on her core for a moment, and Lucy had to bite her lip and close her eyes to keep from making an obvious noise of pleasure. Did he have no mercy?

Natsu wasn't sure what the fuck was going on. He had left the crazy redhead's apartment that morning, still slightly hungover, and regretting the decision to stay there for the night. But he had been too drunk to drive home, and she had offered him a place to crash, and his drunk mind had seen it as a viable solution, not seeing the obvious amount of crazy behind her eyes through his beer goggles.

There was an unspoken rule among men about the ratio of hot to crazy that it was safe to stick one's dick into. Meaning, if you were going to fuck a random crazy chick, she had to be beyond smokin' hot to make it worth it. But even with that reliable rule, some crazy you just didn't fuck. Because some crazy you couldn't come back from. And thankfully, even Evil Natsu the Drunk had recognized that Flare lived in that special realm of crazy, so he had declined the offer of her bed and passed out on the couch, leaving as soon as he politely could in the morning.

After eating the breakfast she made him though. Because, food was fucking food.

But after the food, then he got the fuck out, safe in the knowledge that he would never see her again.

And then he had gotten a text from her. Fucking rookie mistake leaving his phone unattended with crazy while he slept. That was absolutely his bad. He knew better. Even drunk. So he got ready to shut her down with a generic, 'it's me not you' message but paused when he read what she wrote.

Hey hottie. A friend of yours just called and said she's meeting you at Metallicana's later. I'll see you guys there! *insert kissy face emoji here* Flare *insert little flame emoji there*

Who the fuck did he know who even had the crazy chick's phone number?! They had just met last night at the bar, and none of the group he'd been with were girls. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to figure it out, and froze, catching sight of something written on his hand in black marker. He swiftly checked the phone number on his hand against the number Flare was texting him from. It was a match.

Fuck.

That meant his field of choices for the mysterious female had been narrowed down to exactly one. The Weirdo. She must have woken up and called the number written on her hand. He kind of couldn't blame her. It fucking said CALL ME! What else was she supposed to do?

But that meant she had spoken to Flare, and told her that he and the Weirdo were going to Metallicana's later. But how the fuck had she even known he goes there? How did she even know he lived in Magnolia?! They had been pretty careful about letting out any identifying details for their area of residence. It was kind of like a game they played, seeing how long they could go without letting something slip. It was just one of the many things about the girl that fascinated him. Sometimes he stared at his ceiling at night before going to sleep trying to picture what she must look like, but couldn't seem to come up with anything.

He had had fantastic dreams lately about fucking this gorgeous blonde though, and eventually he had just decided to adopt his fantasy as a substitute image. He knew it would probably make it a huge letdown if she ended up being a realistically-squishy, flat-chested brunette, but once the idea popped into his head, he couldn't seem to replace it.

So when he had cautiously walked into the gym and seen every guy in the place gathered around a ring where his dreamy blonde sex-kitten and the nutso-crazy redhead he'd barely escaped from were grappling in glorified underwear and boxing gloves, he actually thought he was dreaming. He dropped his gym bag and had to bite his own hand to convince himself that he was very much awake.

And the blonde was better than he'd dreamed her. Because she could fuckin' fight. She was fierce and sweaty and unbelievably beautiful as she took down her opponent with graceful, practiced motions. It was like she'd been putting people in locks since she could walk. Based on her comfort in her skin through the whole exchange, he would bet she could take down half the guys in the gym staring at her without much trouble.

For the record, Natsu was in the other half. He hadn't been beaten in years, when it came to an anything-goes-throw-down-knock-out fight. But as he watched her turn the tables on Flame (or something like that? He was really shit with names) he found himself wondering if losing would be worth it to have those creamy legs wrapped around his neck.

And then Miss Crazy Pants was tapping out and the match was over. Slightly disappointed that he didn't get to see the beginning of the fight, when he assumed the blonde had been bouncing around punching and shit, he relaxed muscles he hadn't realized had been tensed.

But it turned out Flamo wasn't done. A curse escaped his lips as he saw the redhead prepare to leap at his blonde sex-goddess's back.

"Shit!"

The smaller woman's red braid swung back and forth violently as her arms locked around Lucy's throat, her feet struggling to try to press the blonde's legs in a way that would send her to the floor. For the few moments she struggled to breath and pulled at the arms cutting off her oxygen, Natsu panicked. He pushed through the crowd and was halfway through the ropes before his dream woman kicked into action jumping up slightly to slam the woman on her back into the mat, breaking the hold, and then, the next thing he knew he was watching her press a foot to her opponent's shoulder and demand she yield. He took his leg down from off the ring and hung on the ropes, relief washing through him. And then arousal.

Because...fuck. There was something beyond hot about the power she kept contained in that toned body. Why had he never dreamed about her wrestling in mud? Or pudding? Oh gods pudding...and then he could lick it off her…

Natsu shook his head like a dog shaking off water. This was not the time to engage in sexual fantasies. Especially when the real thing was standing less than ten feet away.

And then his attention was caught by the conversation between the two women, a couple of guys beside him turning to look at him as they heard his name.

"Natsu isn't going to like it if you maim me, you know."

What the FUCK? Where the fuck did this crazy ass chick get OFF?! HE BARELY KNEW HER!

The blonde laughed at her. And his brows furrowed as he heard a touch of pain in her otherwise musical laughter. She didn't believe Firechick, did she? And if she did, did that mean she cared?

"Natsu would be ashamed to call you friend, let alone a lover, for attacking someone's back. You don't know him at all."

His heart rate picked up as he heard her say his name, but his eyes narrowed further as he realized what she said. She was right of course, but while he was pleasantly surprised that she already knew him well enough to say exactly what he thought of what Red had done, he was less so hearing her call the cheater his lover. Did she honestly believe he would be with someone that nuts? What had the bitch said to her?

While he was sorting out his confusion, the redhead had finally admitted defeat and a cheer for the blonde went up, a couple of voices calling out to congratulate the blonde.

Only they called her Lucy.

His eyebrows practically met. Lucy. Her name was Lucy. Why had that been so easy to tell random people at the gym, but so fucking difficult to tell him when he asked?

And that's what was going through his head when she finally looked up and met his eyes. It froze him in place to have the full force of her warm gaze on him, at rapt attention. And then her eyes blew wide and she whipped away from him, leaving him feeling bereft. And she bolted out of the ring, making it all the way to the punching bags in the corner before he was able to push through the crowd, heading back to their various workouts, and catch up to her. He reached out a hand, intending to get her attention by tapping her shoulder, but his whole hand landed heavily on her shoulder instead, as he misjudged the distance between them and the abrupt halt she came to.

And the next thing he knew she had twisted his arm into a lock, and his own survival instincts kicked in, allowing his muscles to respond to her every move until, somehow, they ended up on the floor, her body trapped under his as he did the most perverted version of a lock he'd ever done. Like seriously, what? Was he worried her freakin' vagina was going to get up and attack him? If she wasn't so flustered, or tired from her previous fight, she probably could have bucked him. It wasn't exactly a textbook hold.

He was lost for a moment while he pictured her bucking up into him and he shifted slightly to keep a certain part of himself from pressing against her.

"I yield," her soft voice said almost immediately, and he stared down into her eyes.

"Well, if I let you go, are you going to run away again?" he responded, his muscles tense as he then tried to get the picture of her flirtatiously winking at him over her shoulder as she took off for a playful chase out of his head.

Fuck. He had been associating this apparently very real woman with his sexual fantasies for a little too long. It was a good thing they were in a public place or he would have already tried to seduce her. He liked to think he would have succeeded though.

"Probably," she breathed, clearly having no idea that the breathy tone was summoning images of her as Marilyn Monroe, wearing a his favorite dress from Some Like It Hot that barely covered her tits. Except Lucy's were like Marilyn's on fucking steroids. He shifted his hips, as he felt himself harden a bit more where he was pressed against her leg, and his gaze snapped back to her face as her mouth fell open slightly. Her pupils followed suit and dilated, a stuttering breath leaving her.

Holy shit. Was she as fucking aroused as he was?

Moving so slightly it could have been mistaken for a muscle twinge, he pressed his thigh into her core a little harder and almost groaned when she responded by biting her bottom lip and squeezing her eyes closed. If they weren't in the middle of his fucking gym, with everyone he fucking knew within earshot, he probably would have just thrown her over his shoulder and locked them both in the locker room. For at least an hour. Two if she wasn't wearing underwear under that skimpy workout gear. Because that would fucking deserve a reward of some kind to encourage repeat performances. Natsu was a big supporter of positive reinforcement.

Instead, he dropped his head down by her ear and brushed the tender skin with his lips as he teased,

"Then, can I come with you?" He accompanied the words with a slight movement of his thigh and she let out the tiniest whimper.

Fuck him if she said no. Just, fucking kill him at that point.

"Definitely."

And that was how Natsu and Lucy met for the first time in person.

I'm evil. I know...frustrated much?

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ok, I'll post a lemon for you tomorrow since I only got to one story today. Life intervened, what can I say? But I promise. A lemon for this universe and a little surprised from the pen of Lucy Heartfilia tomorrow to finish up my one-shots just a little late…

*bows in submission* Please forgive me and accept my future smut as recompense for your disappointed hopes today!