Storyline: Lucy hated all things about men but there was one thing that they could do that drove her crazy about them. When Lucy's friend's drag her to a club and leave her by her lonesome to be found by a man with a trait, she couldn't resist... What will happen?
Lucy glared in annoyance as she looked around the club from her position at the bar. The mass of bodies on the large dance floor made it impossible to locate her three friends who went off to dance about half an hour ago, leaving Lucy at the bar to sulk in peace.
Well, she says peace. But the pounding beat of the music gave the blonde girl anything but peace, neither did the perverted men who keep gawking at her legs and her chest. She understood, guys literally only came to clubs to pick up girls but, come on. Can't they at least ensure that the girl's interested before making a move? She grumbled before turning to face the bar again, swivelling her legs underneath the counter to hide from the egotistical males that ran rapid in this stupid club.
Lucy had been dragged out in nothing but a black dress (if you could even call it that since it was more like a damn t-shirt) that stopped mid-thigh. They exposed her legs nicely, and her three friends agreed that her legs were one of her best features, since she refused to wear something that exposed too much of her chest. It was a simple dress; a plain black with comfortable fabric and long sleeves which she liked to pull over her wrists when she felt uncomfortable.
Like right now… she thought as she turned down yet another man and turned back to the bar to take a sip from her water. The bartender had the nerve to give her a weird look when she asked for a non-alcoholic drink. She in turn gave him a dark look and he scurried back behind the counter like a dog with its tail between its legs. She turned to eye the crowd again, hoping to catch a glimpse of her friends. This time she did.
Didn't mean she liked what she saw.
Levy had her arms wrapped around some unknown man's neck while he clutched her small waist and pressed his forehead against hers before their lips met. He was… scary looking. With piercing all over his wrists, his face, God knows where else. Levy's high heels aided her in reaching his tall height, something she knew her friend would be thrilled about right about now.
Lucy pulled her gaze away to land on Juvia whose back was pressed against yet another unknown man's chest while she ground against him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck while his hands travelled down her waist. Lucy couldn't see his face, but she saw he had black hair and… no shirt? Wow, her friends had impeccable taste.
Lucy noticed Erza was sat with some… blue haired man? Of course, his hair was blue. Lucy shook his head and smiled since Erza's actions seemed much more innocent than her other two friend's. Erza seemed to know this man, and they were talking rather enthusiastically to each other, as if they were catching up. Lucy smiled fondly.
Lucy looked back to Levy and Juvia and rolled her eyes, grumbling irritably.
"Friends of yours, huh?"
Lucy whipped around to see the stool beside her had been taken by a man with his own oddly coloured hair. It was a pale pink and was as spikey as Juvia's man's hair, but it looked a bit more styled. It hung over his eyes, and it was the colour of them made Lucy's own eyes widen. They were green. They were an absolutely gorgeous, eat-your-heart-out emerald colour that just about made Lucy's heart stop. He was without a doubt the most attractive male Lucy had ever seen in her life.
But she wasn't going to let him know that.
She rose a delicate brow at him before looking back to her friends with an exasperated expression.
"Yeah," she grumbled, lifting her water to her lips again as the man chuckled. The sound was attractive enough to send shivers down a woman who had no interest in males whatsoever's spine.
"Mine too," he said, gesturing to the bartender who didn't even ask his order and just gave him his drink. Lucy frowned.
"My friends are your friends?" she asked lamely, and the man shook his head.
"No, my friends are the guys that your friends are dancing on top of."
Lucy's eyes widened and she looked back to see that the dancing had got a bit more… obscene. She stifled a gasp and pulled her gaze away to face the bar again, heat rushing to her face as a faint blush coloured her cheeks. The man laughed again, the sound rumbling deep in his chest which made Lucy look up at him.
"Prude, huh?" he teased, placing a cigarette between his teeth and fumbling in his pocket for a lighter. This made Lucy ignore his previous comment and put her attention on the stick between his teeth.
Just her luck. Most attractive man she'd ever seen, ever, and he smoked.
"You can't smoke in here," she scolded as he lit the cigarette. He laughed again.
"Yes, I can." He pointed at a sign before releasing a cloud of smoke. Lucy didn't even flinch.
She didn't look at the sign, she'd seen it earlier. She just wanted to determine whether this man wanted to bend the rules because he was a typical annoying male or whether he was just smoking here because he could. She also wanted him to think he couldn't smoke in here since she had a… thing when men smoked. Something she wasn't very proud of and wouldn't admit in a million years.
And this stupidly attractive man wasn't about to break her cover.
"Hmph," Lucy turned towards the counter again, crossing her arms over the top of it and looked forward blankly.
"So, what's a girl like you doing here?" the man said in attempt to make conversation. Lucy smelt more smoke and tried her best not to look at him, knowing what she'd see.
"A girl like me?" she repeated as she raised her glass to her lips.
"Yeah," the man replied. "This doesn't seem your kind of crowd."
""It isn't," she agreed.
"So, what are you doing here?"
Lucy sighed before explaining her situation to the man, not looking at him the entire time she did. Meanwhile, the man seemed to pay more attention to the way her eyes wandered anywhere but at him ever since he put that cigarette in his mouth. He sighed before interrupting.
"So, you're one of them girls, huh?" he asked suddenly rolling his eyes. Lucy frowned at the counter.
"What girls?" she asked sharply.
"The ones that hate smokers. You haven't looked at me once since I lit the thing."
Lucy ignored the churning in her stomach before looking to the man. Just as she suspected, the cigarette hung loosely between his teeth and his brow was arched. His fucking bedroom eyes were droopy and lazy and just sexy in general. His worn white scarf and jeans gave him that… that look. The look was bad enough but the cigarette between his lips just pulled it all together. He looked mysterious and dangerous. Lucy almost bit her lip.
"It's not that," Lucy said through clenched teeth.
The man tilted his head. He looked perplexed for a moment but then his brows rose in realisation.
"Ohhh," His lips curled up into a fanged grin that made Lucy's chest tighten and he leaned in closely to her.
"What is it then?" he asked in a low voice, smirking cheekily at her as the cigarette hung loosely between his lips. Lucy swallowed thickly.
"Cigarettes and men," she began sheepishly. "It just looks…"
She thought for the best word to describe how this man looked right now.
"Hot." She offered and the man grinned, leaning back with another chuckle, and releasing another breathe of smoke.
"And?" he asked, knowing the correct word the woman was looking for. Lucy scowled in annoyance. He was arrogant and annoying and unbelievably attractive…
"And?" he pressed, leaning towards her face again, the cigarette in between his fingers so he could come closer. Lucy huffed in annoyance before giving in.
"Sexy!" she caved, saying the word angrily when the man grinned cockily at her. "It looks sexy when men smoke, okay?"
She turned back toward the bar, grabbing her drink and scowling into the glass as she grumbled in annoyance. She expected the man to laugh and tease her or maybe leave. She certainly didn't expect him to lean closer to her suggestively, so that she could feel the warmth from his body.
"You know what's sexy in a woman?" the man suddenly asked, his lips right beside Lucy's ear.
"What?" she asked, her voice embarrassingly squeaky at his sudden closeness. She shivered when a laugh rumbled in his chest.
"When they turn down, man after man," she felt his breath next to her ear and the blood rushed back to her face. "But look at you like you're theirs."
"Oh?" she breathed, turning her head to meet emerald eyes. "And who did that for you?"
The man growled lowly, and Lucy smirked, suddenly feeling brave.
"What's your name?" he asked huskily.
"Lucy," she said breathlessly as the man grabbed her hand gently.
"Natsu. Wanna get out of here?"
Lucy didn't come home till the next morning, with a satisfied smile and a new, permanent contact in her phone.
