AN: Hello everyone! Merry Christmas! I wanted to post this a couple days ago but something is going on with ff's doc manager so I wasn't able to. I tried some round about methods and I was somehow able to post this!
This chapter was beta'd by noseinabook145 so it's even better than usual! I hope you guys like it.
Lucy woke up feeling sore in all the wrong places.
As her blonde head peeked up from under fluffy blankets, she noted happily that she was alone. After finding out the extent of Natsu's depravity, she had walked with all the grace she could muster out of his room (which wasn't much) only to fall into a dignified crawl towards one of the adjacent rooms in the hall.
She wanted to make an actual attempt at leaving, his rules and expectations of her be damned, but knew she wouldn't be making it anywhere with the state her body was in. Even if it weren't the middle of the night. The man really was a beast—in more ways the one, with the work he'd put in on her. Not that she was complaining much at the time. Instead of leaving, she resigned herself to sleeping in the guest room she found then used the last of her strength to fall onto the bed, quickly falling into a deep sleep. Yesterday had been long, and boning all night like the energizer bunny hadn't helped much.
Blearily blinking her brown orbs, she twisted around until she was on her back, leaving the sun to shine annoyingly in her face. Dazedly, she realized she was naked and even her dead slumber couldn't keep her wayward sheet from falling off in the night.
The memories of her shower the night before and how nice it was until a certain someone interrupted it (to be fair, the experience had been more than pleasurable but Lucy found herself unwilling to admit it) came to her. With all the unmentionable dry liquid she still felt on her aching thighs and lower body it seemed high time for another one. 'Better yet,' Lucy thought, a soft smile gracing her lips and her eyes taking on a dazed quality, "a bath sounds amazing!"
Taking one step out of the bed, the blonde fell flat on her face sparking a sense of déjà vu that this happened before.
"Ugh." Groaning and pushing herself up from the ground, Lucy realized that her legs had been twisted to hell in the fluffy comforter of the bed and that her thighs had literally no strength left in them. She felt dreams of hot water leave her, but was so comfortable strewn amongst the blankets she was almost content to just lay like that the rest of the day. As soon as the thought came she felt wet rough tickles on her ear and the odd calmness drifted away from her at once. Lucy squeaked in surprise only to find Happy pawing at her wayward hair.
"Well, this is a pleasant sight."
'Oh no,' she thought, 'anyone but him.' Pouting away, already knowing the answer, Lucy turned her head up at her pink haired tormenter.
"What do you want?" She growled, all comfort gone and already fed up with the day. She didn't need him to add to it. In the back of her mind she cried for the bath that could've been. With the way her body was working, she wouldn't have time to drag herself down the hall and take one before class.
With a raise of his brow, Natsu smirked at her, watching her try to untangle herself as gracefully as possible while hiding her nakedness from him. He felt amusement bubble up. He'd already navigated the glories of her body all night and that a little skin wasn't new to him, but it seemed she was happy to act as though he hadn't. But as he looked at the way the sun was gliding over her form, barely covered with the white sheet she pulled from the bed, hair messily tossed over one side of her head in mussed curls, the pieces of flesh he could see marred with his bruises and bites instantly turned him on. A possessive fire burned in his belly that
threatened to make him rip the sheet from her hold, angry that she dared cover his marks. If that wasn't enough, the heady, angry look she was giving him, cheeks flushed and lips bruised—maybe even a little cut from their violent kisses that turned them to a mulberry hue, built his desire even more. It didn't matter how many hours he'd spent inside of her, he could feel his instincts up and ready to ravage her again.
Lucy's thoughts weren't much different as she looked at him. She noted that he was half naked and seemingly fresh from a shower with the tamed dampness of his normally bright pink hair now flushed to dark salmon laid pulled back on his head. He'd pushed it back from his face, leaving messy waves to frame but not obstruct. Lucy hadn't realized it before, but he had an attractive forehead. Broad and perfectly sculpted with an exceedingly attractive hairline.
'Jeez, how are hairlines attractive!?' she thought wildly. The pulled back hair put more focus on the manliness of his features and the striking glow of his magnetic eyes. He looked even more dangerous now and Lucy felt her heart beat faster at his presence. More so than it usually did. The slight pout at his lips hinting at his impatience with her was the one thing that reminded her of his rare boyish expressions.
Natsu coughed slightly and looked away to the window to hide his sudden powerful feelings for the girl. Unknowingly, she did the same, looking down at her lap.
"I came to help," Natsu snapped at her, frustrated with his feelings. His snarling, ungraceful tone caused Happy to skirt away to the door and Lucy's questioning face to become worried, then quickly mortified as he easily picked her up in one fell swoop only to deposit her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
"N-Natsu!" Lucy shrieked "Put me down!"
Natsu swiftly walked out of the room down the hall like a man on a mission. He growled low in his throat, not at Lucy but toward the feelings still pulsing through him. Obviously she was beautiful, probably the most stunning woman he'd ever seen, and that was saying something. Even still, noticing that was just the same as seeing someone with green hair. Surprising and a little off-putting in the first meeting but something you could ignore after a while. So why was he so mesmerized by her all the time? He tightened his hold on the girl around her waist and thighs in a state of angry wonder.
Lucy had stopped screaming when he growled at her, despite her heart picking up its pace even further from his predatory look and the dangerous tone. Her reaction was more of arousal than fear, to her dismay. She resigned to holding firmly to his middle, whimpering when he tightened his hold on her thighs as the pain went straight to her core. Even after going at it all night he still was able to make her so needy, she couldn't understand it! It was exceedingly frustrating.
Was it normal to be so sexually attracted to a person? Even one you hated like she did him?
Resigned to her fate of being hauled around by a caveman, Lucy got an up-close and personal eye full of Natsu's back. Even though he was naked from the waist up, he was thankfully sporting dark gray joggers. While taking note of the sinuous muscles that framed his form all the way down to his tight butt—Lucy blushed, thinking maybe it would've been better without the joggers—and broad shoulders along with the beautiful tan of his skin, she also noticed an impressive and intricately designed tattoo of a dragon. Its jade eyes, similar to Natsu's own, pierced hauntingly into her own from where it lay at the taper of Natsu's lower back.
It had to be the most intricate and beautiful tattoo she'd ever seen, even upside down. Its large rippling body was even more pronounced forming around Natsu's muscles, muscles she remembered were able to lift her and bend her at angles she couldn't even dream of when they were in the throes of passion but that also seemed to be able to hit that perfect spot to take her to extreme highs. The way he was able to hold her up in the bathroom last night for so long as he took her against the wall without wavering was impressive enough. Lucy didn't think she was a very light girl either, drawing her attention back to how easily he handled her as they travelled down the hall.
Definitely impressive. Lucy licked her lips subconsciously. The dragon was covered in red scales that gleamed gold in the light (however they were able to do that) and fire puffed out of its mouth in orange embers in the area surrounding Natsu's back. With every movement Natsu made it seemed to come alive.
"Alright, here ya go Luce." Just as easily as he picked her up, Natsu put her down onto the heat insulated granite floor. It took her a minute to realize where he'd brought her, still disoriented from all the blood flow to her brain and her mesmerization with the ink covering his back.
Natsu looked at her inquisitively, coming to a standstill with his own warring thoughts for a moment to focus on her. "Something wrong? I didn't hit your head did I?"
Actual concern seemed to grace his face as he massaged her head to find a bump, probably thinking she hit something when she fell from the bed.
Smacking his hand away and ignoring the small look of hurt in his eyes that quickly shaded into with indifference as he resumed looking her over, Lucy cleared her throat. "I was just thinking about the tattoo on your back. When did you get that done?"
"Hmm?" Natsu's head tilted to the side, and if Lucy was crazy she would admit that it was cute. "Oh that?" The pink haired man smirked, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. "I got that a few years ago when I was in the Wyvern mountains with Gildarts. This monk I met that we were living with did it for me."
Rose petal lips opened softly in awe as the blonde turned over the information. 'Wyvern Mountains, huh?' Lucy was just barely starting to realize the crazy adventurous life this man lead. Maybe being an 'unknown heir' wasn't such a terrible thing. It definitely gave Natsu the freedom she'd only dreamed of.
Lucy could also tell that even though he was smirking and crossing his arms like it was nothing, that the memory meant a lot to him from the rare sparkle of true emotion in his eyes. This 'Gildarts' person must have also been close to him, maybe one of his mentors.
Her eyes lead down his arms and stopped that thought as it formed as she took in the details of his other tattoos. Those she'd seen before during their…couplings, but at that time she wasn't able to really study them for obvious reasons. On his left shoulder was a seemingly basic sleeve of what looked to be scales of some sort, dragon scales, she realized. They were identical to the ones from the fire breather on his back. They even glowed gold as he moved about. Another set of the scales started at the top of his firm waist and slices of it cut through his abs to give the idea of tearing skin. These hued a darker red, almost black. Her view was obscured at the deep V of his hips and the start of his pants where the letters E.N.D in gothic style-old English font was written, but Lucy knew exactly where that tattoo stopped. The reason behind that caused her cheeks to flame along with the realization that she'd been staring at his lower body for far too long. Looking up quickly, she noticed his right shoulder held a fairy-like red tattoo, identical to the one Gray had on his chest that she'd seen the other day, causing the cogs in Lucy's brain to start turning as to what could it mean and why it was enough for those college guys to stop hitting on her.
The acronym on his pelvis was also concerning; she assumed the only words tattooed on his body would have some meaning. But what?
She knew Natsu was dangerous, but just how far did his power reach? How hard would it be to go against him? Most of all, if Igneel's son was dealing in criminal business, as she'd seen up close and personal with that trafficking guild-place, threats to her father's life, and palpable fear placed in the town's heart, what did that say about her father? Was he not spotlessly clean as she'd always thought?
"As nice as it is for you to be staring at me like you want to eat me, and as hard as it's making me right now, we don't have long until class starts Lucy." Natsu said, voice dark and quickly turning seductive, the man walking toward Lucy until their bodies were almost flush, his gaze pure sin as he stared into her eyes. "Unless you want to skip that class today and take Mr. Dragneel's Sex101 course," he said, flicking his thumb against her and watching the sheets Lucy had somehow kept hold of fall to the ground and expose her heavenly body to his leering gaze. Natsu hummed at the sight of her rose-colored nipples already perking for him.
It took Lucy only a second to realize she was naked before him until she squealed, covering what little she could with her thin arms. "Natsu!" Honestly, sometimes it really sucked having such large breasts, Lucy thought, realizing by trying to cover herself she only pushed them up and made them look even more enticing.
"What?" He snickered, helping himself to more than an eye full.
Lucy scrambled for her sheet, trying dutifully to cover her lady bits as Natsu stared down at her in amusement. Oh how she hated him.
"Can you stop being an asshole and tell me why you brought me here?"
"Asshole? Really Luce? I thought I was being the perfect gentlemen." He pouted and she wanted to sock him. But given what happened yesterday when she tried that, she held herself back with only a growl of warning.
"Alright, alright. I just wanted to show you that I made you a bath, cranky." He gestured to a tub of hot water and bubbles to the side of them. How Lucy hadn't noticed it before she didn't know.
An embarrassed flush rose to her cheeks as she realized they were in his dream like bathroom again.
Yesterday they had used the shower, impressively spanning the size of Erza's living room. It had 5 shower heads, a built in speaker, and there was a scent dispenser at her leisure that could make her feel like she was in the rainforest when she closed her eyes. Her own bathroom at home was pretty nice itself so she wasn't too amazed by it, but she'd spent so much time in Erza's cramped shower, that held no tub, that the beauty of Natsu's bathroom was magnified more than normal for the heiress.
Now here she was with the claw foot bath tub that was calling her name. Yesterday she hadn't the chance to slip into it. She noted the distinct scent of vanilla and cherry blossoms rising from the bubbles. Just the brand she loved to use (he must have stolen it from her things downstairs), made her heart beat a little harder.
Pulling hair behind her ear, Lucy looked anywhere but at him.
"Well?" Without looking she could tell he was smiling, definitely pleased with himself.
"Thank you," She all but whispered. Even if she hated his guts, she couldn't bring herself to be that rude to him when he went out of his way to do something so nice.
"Ahem, well as you said we don't have much time, so if you don't mind…" Lucy stated finally after the peaceful hum of silence when he replied to her gratitude.
Peering under her lashes, she noticed him walking to the door. She was able to get another glance at his tattoo and was yet again duly impressed. He always wore clothes that covered them, she assumed because he had an appearance to uphold as the newly made CEO of a multi-million dollar company, so she only ever got the full impression of them when he was naked and that was just three times now in her presence. Her observation skills were low the first two times for…well. For good reason.
Lucy stomped the desire to call him back down with a cleated boot as she turned away from his retreating figure. A gust of cool air blew in from behind her alerting the girl that he left and no sooner so, did a blue fur ball come in after him to circle around her feet. Lucy giggled at the cat, cautiously crouching down to pick him up and peer into his brown soft eyes. Natsu did say he liked her despite the cat's questionable relations with other people, and that assumption seemed to hold up as Happy only looked at her with soft, sweet eyes. Albeit a little mirthful as if he was laughing at her.
The blonde raised an eyebrow at that as they held their small staring contest. Happy truly was a beautiful cat although you couldn't see it with all that fur piled on top! Lucy decided then, seeing a pair of hair shears at the corner of her eye, that both she and Happy would take a bath this morning and she would get rid of some of his fur for him.
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After a relaxing, much needed bath that released a lot of the tension and kinks in her body, Lucy had emerged from the bathroom a little past the 'fuck I'm gonna be late if I don't leave soon' mark with a freshly groomed Happy nipping happily at her ankles. It seemed the little ball of fluff (that name seeming incorrect now as he was trimmed and cropped) was as happy as his name to be rid of the excess fur and let his true beauty shine underneath it all.
Glancing at the clock on Natsu's nightstand that Lucy distantly recognized as her make shift weapon the last time she was here, the happily humming girl running a towel through her long tresses noticed the time shining in red.
"Oh, no!" 9:15 already?! Rushing around the room at break neck speed to whip off her towel and slather on some sweet smelling body lotion, Lucy cried internally knowing she only had 45 minutes until her first class started.
Most students wouldn't be too worried, it was college after all and punctuality let alone attendance wasn't as much of a problem as it once was in high school. That was especially so with the class she was going to. It was a seminar with around 100 students in the class (if they all came), meaning no one was going to be looking her way if she came late or not, but Lucy was one of the rare freshman who actually cared about school.
It probably had something to do with her strict upbringing and how being caught late at her prestigious private school would not only get her in extreme trouble at the Dean's office but a terrible punishment waiting at home if it reached her father as he lashed out about how much of a disappointment she was. Long story short, Lucy had strong convictions about going to school and being their on time. The only missed classes she had were during her kidnapping and recuperating period afterwards, and despite the clear extenuating circumstances she was still upset about it.
After running around the room naked, Lucy almost broke her neck as she twisted toward the door, realizing all of her clothing was downstairs. Almost giving into her fate of further galavanting around Natsu's home naked, knowing the pervert would only try to take advantage of her undressed state, the blonde almost didn't notice the note on the messily changed sheets on the bed of the current bane of her existence.
In a slapdash scrawl Lucy was surprised to find was Natsu's, the note read: 'Hey Luce, I have a feeling you'll be in the bath for a while so I put some clothes of yours from downstairs together. I'm not good at matching so don't get mad at me. You have way too many colors of clothing btw.' Lucy tilted her head at that, noticing the slightly folded clothes on the bed. An extremely low, loose, hot pink tank that she only wore for exercising and typically when she was alone, as it was a little risqué even for her. The back and its sides held horizontal cuts in the fabric and she would typically never wear with a bra with its spaghetti straps. Next to it was short shorts, similar to her ones from yesterday but were a lacy and high-waisted material.
Lucy groaned, not only was this outfit a terrible pick but the underwear he'd set out for her didn't match at all either. With a rage-filled shaking grip on the article of clothing, she could tell exactly where his mind was as they both were from sets of her sexiest lingerie.
"Natssssuuu!" Lucy whined, stomping as she threw the aforementioned panty set back down on the bed and read the rest of the note with a huff.
'Anyways, hurry up getting changed. I made ya some toast downstairs when you're done, I'll be waitin' outside by the car.'
Lucy had to narrow her eyes to decipher the last couple sentences; he seemed to be in a rush and it made his illegible handwriting even worse and and his grammar even more atrocious. How this man was the head of his father's company without making it go to ruin with that handwriting and questionable grammar, she had to wonder. His assistants must be saints.
Sighing pathetically at the clock that read 25 minutes until her class started without her, Lucy grudgingly scrambled into the terrible excuse for clothing, fingered her hair into a soft bun with curled tendrils framing her heart shaped face, and slathered on sparse makeup. Knowing she didn't have time for a masterpiece, she only dusted on some blush, touched her lips with tinted gloss, and put a quick coat of mascara on and booked it down the stairs. Just as he said, there was toast, and a conveniently placed Happy waiting for her at the counter, pawing at the toaster machine. She realized gaily, scratching behind the kitten's ears, that even Natsu couldn't mess up a timed machine when her perfectly cooked toast was waiting for her.
Forgoing butter, she put the slice in her mouth and scrambled into the living room to shrug her book bag over her shoulders. Lucy booked it out of the penthouse with 10 minutes to spare before class. Lucy prayed that Natsu would speed to campus. Based on his driving yesterday, she would just barely make it.
"Bye Happy," she called, barely hearing the distinct mrow behind her as the door closed and she sped fitfully to the elevator.
After skittishly greeting a surprised Mr. Bixler, the apartment hand from the other day whom offered to help if any future problems arose, Lucy scuttled outside of the building to find Natsu just as he said he would be, waiting for her.
He was leaning against his stunning red corvette from yesterday that she'd assumed he'd left at the restaurant… Either way, it was here today and shining as spotlessly as before. Chocolate eyes scanned away from the car to look up and down the man standing against it, whom seemed to be eyeing her as well. She had to reluctantly admit that he was a sight for sore eyes.
In this case, eyes that tried to remember him as ugly every time they were apart longer than five minutes in order to force the damned attraction she had out of her. Needless to say, it wasn't very successful.
Natsu was dressed to kill as always—funny considering he couldn't pick clothes for her. Today it was black from head to toe. He wore a fitted black V neck long sleeved shirt that put his broad tanned chest on display and contoured to his thick muscled arms, black deliciously fitted jeans, taper cut at his ankles, held onto his cut waist by a black and gold belt, and black leather slim fit Louboutin boots. And of course, the white scarf he wore with everything was around his neck.
Glancing up to his face, Lucy noticed that his pink hair had been hidden from view in an all-black baseball cap, along with his indifferent gaze that was blocked by the also black sunglasses he'd worn before.
Natsu crossed his thick arms across his chest as his full lips pulled up into a knowing smirk. Lucy questioned his reaction until she realized she had been gaping at him again.
"Ready to go princess?" Natsu cooed, opening the door for the blonde. That smirk became a grin as she lifted her chin up saucily and stomped past him into the passenger seat of the car with as much dignity as she could. Which wasn't very much at this point.
Sliding into the seat, a flush blossomed on Lucy's cheeks as she waited for the annoyingly attractive man to enter the car next to her. Silently she chastised herself for letting her emotions show so easily. No wonder he enjoyed teasing her, she realized. She was too easy. She really needed to work on that. Especially with the type of relationship they had. Lucy would need to build a stronger front.
With her eyes still on the road ahead of them, Lucy listened as the man slid into the car snickering, undoubtedly about her earlier slip up.
"The offer is still up for grabs Luce, Sex 101 is an all day, always open course. Just as long as you call me sir and allow yourself to get punished when you've been a bad girl." The end of his statement burned into her ears as his voice almost purred it out making the already devastating comment even more obscene. "I can bend you over my desk and everything!" Continuing on, his descriptions became more colorful and she blushed again.
Nevertheless, she decided she wouldn't dignify him with a response. Lucy knew her face gave her away with how hot it felt as the visual popped into her cortex. Her in her old high school uniform, arms tied behind her back with his tie, bent over his desk in his office. Her panties soaking at the feel of his heat behind her, him pushing her down far enough that her eyes could only catch the lower part of his handsome face and the crude smirk that lied there. Sharp fang-like teeth biting into his luscious lips. Natsu purring out in that same voice how bad of a girl she'd been in class on their discussion of the class text, the Kama Sutra, and how she'd impudently outspoken about the possibility of one of the positions. Now he was going to teach her, hands on, exactly how possible said position really was.
Natsu looked amusedly at the blonde beauty's side profile, he could tell she was getting riled up if the cute little blush on her face was anything to go by and the fidgeting of her fingers on her shorts. It was so easy to make her color rise and he loved it; every time she did it a flame started in his belly like no other. It got him fired up to do terrible things to her lithe little body over and over again. He wanted to see that blush spread to places only for his eyes.
But normally she would be yelling at him or throwing a sharp comment his way, not giving him the silent treatment. He sucked on his teeth at her obvious lack of interest for his games and turned to the wheel to start the car. To be honest, Lucy wasn't the only one having visuals of the teacher and student scenario, imagining Lucy spread out for him on his desk that he worked on daily like that had him needing to adjust his jeans.
Maybe it was for best that she didn't respond with the feistiness that she usually did or else he wouldn't be able to help himself from leaning in for another taste of her. The desk sounded good, but he thought she'd like the car just as much.
When they finally reached the school, believe it or not, Lucy actually had a few minutes to spare. He had parked them at the eastern entrance of the campus where the billowy trees overhung arching gates that read 'Fairy Tail' on them and oil lamp hanging posts that lit at night formed along a smooth paved road. This side of campus had a mystical ambiance she guessed she could thank the art wing aesthetic; most of their buildings were here.
Lucy had a few classes in this area herself after sticking with creative writing as her major, the only good thing to come out of her absence from her father. Today though, her class was on the west wing, meaning even though she'd come with minutes to spare, she'd still unfortunately be late.
Not even giving a glance to the pink haired man next to her once he cooled the engine, Lucy jumped out of the car and took her first stomps towards her class.
"Awe c'mon Luce," Natsu cried out, trying to get her attention. He jumped out of the car to catch her.
Before the harried student could make it even a couple yards away, the familiar grasp of a calloused hand took hold of her upper arm.
"What, Natsu?" she all but growled, whipping around to glare at his toned chest.
"Lucy."
His voice was no nonsense and it irked her that the change was enough to get her to look up.
His shades still across his eyes didn't help her as she tried to read his expression, wondering why he'd stopped her but the scowl at his lips was promising. She pulled even more firmly at his hold.
A thought floated through her mind, wondering how they always ended up in this position together.
"Lucy!"
"What!?" The blonde heaved, stomping her foot like a child being scolded.
Natsu couldn't stop himself from growling at her, lips pulled back in a snarl, grip tightening, reminding Lucy of a wild animal. Her heart raced.
"We have an agreement," Lucy tried to shrug him off but his grasp held firm, "you don't have to like me but you have to act like it in public."
"How can I act like I like someone whom I so clearly hate?" she challenged.
The man scoffed, "I've looked you up on Google princess, it seems you've had your taste of the limelight. Act like it's one of those times and figure it out." He stated like he had an authority on the matter, letting go of her arm tersely and causing her to stumble back a step.
Lucy bristled, trying to stop herself from rubbing where he'd grabbed her. Some pain must have shown in her eyes, though, as she noticed him fidget and lift his hand as if he were going to sooth the forming bruise but instead clinched his fist as he thought against it.
Turning slightly away from her and her narrowed look of contempt Natsu put a finality to his statement, "We are going to act like a couple whether we want to or not Lucy. So make it believable." With that, he stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets and walked ahead of her.
"Fine," she grumbled, making the decision to finally try to make it to class and dashed ahead of him. Yet again before she could make it much further in the area away from the parking area where the density of students became larger, Natsu tugged on her wrist.
"Na—?" Before she could finish her befuddled expletive, Natsu had swung her around and laid a nice one on her slightly open mouth.
A surprised 'eep' left her from their conjoined lips and Natsu used that as his affirmative to hold her closer and bring his thumb to her chin, holding her in place.
Despite their bitter morning, his lips were as addictive as always and she became a puddle at even the smallest pressure. Her knees went weak and head cloudy as she took in his delectable scent. She swore Yankee Candle would make a fortune if they collected it. Campfire and cinnamon. Mmm.
That thought was erased once she heard the hoots and hollers from her fellow schoolmates, even a few mumbling about recognizing her and if they should take a picture of the infamous Lucy Heartifilia's new beau.
'Not in this outfit!' Lucy detached herself just as quickly as he'd connected them, feeling a shiver go down her spine at the smirk on his face and the sliver of his emerald gaze that she could see above his slipping glasses. Small wisps of pink hair fell from his cap onto his strong forehead. Damn that stupidly handsome forehead! Lucy really didn't have a chance.
"Nice outfit by the way Luce, can't say I could've picked a better one.' He remarked, flicking the knuckle of his index finger against the bottom of her breast under the terribly scandalous shirt he'd laid out for her.
Heat flooded through her veins and Lucy couldn't decide if it was from anger or arousal. Before she could pick one he was gone, adjusting his glasses as he walked down the walkway in a different direction.
Her core tightened and her skin pricked as she suddenly became conscious of her attire. Never before had Lucy Heartifilia been self-conscious about clothes that she was wearing—outside of wondering if maybe she was a little too next season. No, suddenly she was aware of her skin, damning herself for not bringing a jacket and wondering how many people would notice her current attire.
Before that could be fully decided, a resounding gong was heard above her, making birds in the trees scatter about and the sound of shoes on pavement pick up as students realized they were late.
Lucy herself looked down at her watch and realized she was the same, "Crap!"
AN: The next chapter should be out soon. I have the whole fic mapped out, so my New Years resolution will probably be to finish this fic or at least have almost completely done! Thank you guys so much for your continued support, I really appreciate it. Thanks again to noseinabook (Rebecca) for editing this chapter for me, you are the best!
Tell me what you think about Natsu and Lucy's dynamic. What did you think about last chapters lemon? Are my lemons becoming too stale? What do you think is going to happen next?
Until next time!
