Hi!

I originally wrote this as part of the nalu winter wonderland week 2021, the theme was snow/scarves/holding hands and was only going to be posted on my tumblr account. But after reading it through, I realised it would fit perfectly into this series, so here's another small fic for you.

I hope you enjoy!

Rated: Mature. 18 only.

Bound In Scales

Summary: Steamy goodness from your favourite pair. Why go so hard at it, when you can take it nice and slow?

She panted, hot sweat dripping down her goose pimpled skin and her body flushed from over exertion. Her long, silky hair scattered across the pillow like a halo, wisp's of yellow clung to her damp forehead and beads of drool dared to spill from the corners of her mouth. It was a sight to behold.

As he took his time catching his own breath, he marvelled at the girl before him. His Lucy splayed out and baring all, brought to the brink of ecstasy and he'd barely even begun. His original plan—get her home and rock her into oblivion—had all but been thwarted when she'd practically melted at the first touch. With her hands tied to the bed post by his trusty, and rather sturdy, scarf, she'd been his for the taking. All he'd needed was tender, loving kisses accompanied by harsh and unforgiving foreplay that'd had her screaming his name to all of Magnolia.

And he thoroughly enjoyed the power he had over her, but now, as he watched her come down from an almighty high, he wondered if ramping it up again was really what he wanted, or what she even wanted. Maybe for once, he'd give in to his more passionate side. Take it slow and relish in the moment.

Savouring Lucy—now that was an idea!

Peppering small, wet kisses over her naval, he crawled his way back up to her lips and claimed them for his own. His arousal was nothing short of feral, and he just loved the soft noises Lucy made in her own satisfaction.

"Please… I want to feel you…" Her voice but a whisper against his mouth, hands desperate to feel his warm skin and tense muscles flex under her fingertips.

"Me too, Luce." His carnal desire for dominance had all but gone completely, replaced with his need for touch and connection with the one he loved most. Untying her hands, he let the precious, scaly material fall limply to the floor, all but forgotten, "Touch me. I need you so badly."

Her hands were on him within seconds, using her strength to take back some control and bring his head back down to hers, their lips connecting once more and dancing together in the moon light. Slender fingers rushed through thick locks of pink hair and nails gently grazed along his scalp, making him moan and buck himself against her.

In the midst of their passion, Lucy slithered her hand down to where hips begged to be joined and eased him in slowly, gasping from the fullness that made her spine tingle. Bringing her legs up, she wrapped them around the heated slayer, pushing him in further until he could go no further.

"Mm, just like that, Natsu." She hummed, her mouth dropping open as he took over, pushing in deeply but slowly, a sensation he rarely had the chance to truly appreciate.

He groaned with each deep thrust, his need to please her fuelling his pleasure, "You feel so good, Lucy."

He wasn't much of a talker during sex, but how could he not express his feelings when it felt so darn good. This was exactly what he'd wanted, what he knew she'd wanted—slow, passionate but still absolutely mind blowing, and he had the privilege of watching her slowly unravel.

With his body finally feeling the burn from hours of unperturbed lovemaking, his movements grew more erratic. With the end goal insight, in true Natsu style he amped it up, if only a little, and smacked hard into her.

"Oh, god..." She whined, over and over until she was crying out, tears filling her eyes as the feeling overwhelmed her senses and had her reaching her peak within minutes.

The tense spasms of the girl around him was just what he'd needed to push him over the edge, groaning his euphoria into her ear as he released himself into her depths, trying to catch his breath before collapsing onto her sticky, heaving chest.

Feeling fingers twiddling with his hair again, he forced himself to look up to her face, a gentle smile and twinkling eyes gazing back down at him, "Maybe this time it'll happen?" She said, their hands slowly entwining, a look of understanding taking over him.

He grinned, before looking back down, their joint hands resting on her toned belly, "Maybe…"

Kissing her just below her naval, he caressed it with his thumb, thinking of all the possibilities that might be taking place just underneath where their hands lay.

"Or maybe it already has."