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Warning: This chapter contains nothing except le sexy times. If you don't like/feel comfortable with lemons, please skip this chapter.
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"We are dead to rights born and raised
We are thick and thin 'til our last days
So hold me close and I'll surrender to your heart
You know how to give and how to take
You see every hope I locked away
So pull me close and surrender to my heart
Before the flame goes out tonight
Yeah, we'll live until we die"
Phillip Phillips, "Raging Fire"
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Chapter #19: Inferno
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There was a time when Lucy had wondered what her partner would taste like – how he would feel, how he would sound. She had never let herself dwell on it too much though; she was too disciplined in her efforts to keep any romantic feelings for her best friend under wraps. Too determined. She could put a leash on her imagination during the day, but her dreams were another story altogether.
She'd lost track of how many nights her subconscious had surrendered to his lips, or how many times she had come undone because of his touch. She had thought that it would have prepared her – that on some level she would have developed some kind of defense against the onslaught of feeling, but she was so, so wrong.
He was setting her nerves on fire, his mouth planting wet, eager kisses along her neck while his hands blazed a trail across her back as he peeled her wet shirt away from her body. Lucy lifted her arms, whimpering at the sudden, temporary loss of his lips when he pulled the cloth over her head and shoulders. Her hands buried in his hair, her mouth slanting hungrily against his, as the shirt landed on the floor with a heavy plop.
He pressed himself against her, the wall of their shared hotel room cold against the bare skin of her back. There was the tell tale sign of his pleasure prodding at her lower stomach, and she hooked a leg around his thigh before she could tell herself to be embarrassed about it. He growled into her mouth, his hips pressing into her more firmly, before his hands gripped the backs of her legs and lifted her until he was nestled firmly between her thighs. He gave another thrust of his hips, this one rougher, more demanding than the last. A breathy hiss escaped him the moment the cry left her lips, and their mouths parted momentarily as their eyes – both heavy lidded with lust – connected.
He repeated the motion, and Lucy's hands fisted in the back of his shirt at the feeling. Heat was coiling in her lower stomach, and the steady ache between her thighs was becoming more insistent with every roll of his hips. He cursed, his eyes fluttering closed as she tilted her pelvis to meet him, and he began leaving open mouthed kisses down her neck, letting his teeth drag against her skin when he reached her shoulder. The callused hands at her thighs slid forward until they were cupping and squeezing her ass. She gasped, her hips bucking without her permission in response.
"Why the hell did we wait so long to do this, again?" she sighed, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and letting it fall into the crooks of his elbows.
Against her collar, Natsu's kisses fumbled and he gave a short, breathless laugh. "Fuck if I know." Leaning into her, he used his weight to pin her securely against the wall as he unhooked the fabric from his arms and let the garment fall to the floor. "Not like you scared the hell out of me, or anything," he added, bringing his hands back to her hips and pulling her down to grind against him.
Lucy licked her lips, stifling a gasp as his teeth dragged against her shoulder. "Yeah," she breathed, "Me either."
She could feel him smiling against her, and knew the goosebumps dotting her skin were from anything but being cold. Against her palms his skin was feverishly hot, and his mouth (tongue curling against her pulse) felt even more so. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, down the hardened ridges of his arms, before traveling back up and sinking into his hair. She wanted to explore the lines of his chest, trace the scar she knew sat temptingly low on his left hip, wrap her hand around the erection resting against her inner thigh. She whimpered, legs tightening around his hips at the thought. "Natsu, the bed."
Against her jaw, he grunted in what Lucy could only assume was approval, since his hands quickly found purchase beneath her thighs and carried her to the bed. His knees hit the frame and he fumbled, clumsily dropping them onto the mattress – kneeling between her legs and grinning when she giggled at the way their bodies bounced on the springs.
Her hands slid down the front of his chest, nails grazing against his skin – aroused by the way the muscles flexed beneath her fingers. He leaned over her, forearms pressed firmly against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. She gently traced the scar at his hip, delighted by the way he shivered, before letting her hands drift back up to his neck – tugging gently on his scarf. "Can I take this off?"
Instead of answering, he reached up and pulled it off himself with a smirk. "Might get in the way otherwise, huh?" he said, reaching over and letting it drape haphazardly on the nightstand.
She smiled, leaning up taste the newly exposed skin. "Just a bit," she breathed, words whispering against the scar on his neck.
She felt his finger hook under the strap of her bra, teasing the skin underneath, as he released a stuttering breath against her crown. She didn't wait for him ask. "It unhooks from the back," she offered coyly, hiding her smile with a kiss to his shoulder.
He gave a shy laugh, and Lucy couldn't help but notice the nervous edge. "Right. I knew that."
Lucy gave a neutral hum, winding her arms around his waist and pressing her body into his. Soon his callused hands were drifting from her waist and up to her back, his chin resting on her shoulder as his fingers fumbled with the clasp.
After a few moments she felt the catch release, and heard him mutter "fucking finally" under his breath. The straps slid off her shoulders, Natsu's hands helping to guide them past her elbows until she took the opportunity to pull it off completely. Then his palms, hot and rough, were cupping her breasts and his mouth was busy kissing down her neck.
She knew exactly where his lips were headed, but it didn't stop the high pitched keen that escaped her when his mouth enveloped one of her rosy peaks. Her hands fisted in his hair, arching into him and squirming – thighs rubbing together to alleviate the ache. She needed her shorts off. She needed his pants off.
Desperately, her fingers left his scalp to shakily undo the button of her shorts – relieved when Natsu seemed to get the hint and released her breast (if only temporarily) to help her shimmy the denim fabric, and the lacy undergarments underneath, off of her. When he finally managed to get them free from her ankles he paused, staring down at her – eyes glazed.
She nudged him with her knee, fighting the blush she knew was steadily creeping down her chest. "If you're going to stare the least you could do is return the favor," she said, shooting for a disgruntled, teasing tone, only for the words to come out out as more of an embarrassed squeak. When he gave her a questioning glance, she looked pointedly at the pair of pants still stubbornly hanging on his hips.
He blinked, his own cheeks sporting a dusting of pink. "Oh. Right." His thumbs hooked over his waistband, dragging the fabric down before awkwardly kicking it off.
Lucy didn't bother to hide her blatant stare – especially since he really wasn't doing anything to hide his. She licked her lips, lifting her hand to his stomach and tracing down the curved lines of muscles – drifting again to the scar over his hip and teasing the edge.
He gasped, his hand trembling as he cupped the underside of her knee. "Show me," he breathed, before leaning down and kissing her deeply. As his hand traveled up her outer thigh, he pulled away panting. "Show me how to touch you."
She sputtered, her earlier exploration completely forgotten as her eyes snapped to his. "What?!" Her face flamed. He couldn't possibly mean...
He nipped at her jaw, any embarrassment seemingly tempered by determination. "Please, Luce. I wanna get this right."
Heart hammering in her chest, she tried to take a calming breath and reminded herself that this was Natsu. Of course he wouldn't realize that he was basically asking her to masturbate in front of him. She swallowed, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Natsu, I don't think you could do it wrong..."
He scoffed, seeming almost insulted. "Yeah, well, maybe I want to do better than 'not wrong'. Maybe I want this to be fucking fantastic for you."
Oh. Suddenly she was breathless. "That's... actually kinda romantic." Sort of. In a Natsu kind of way.
His cheeks pinked, and he gave a sheepish shrug – not quite meeting her gaze. "Not really," he mumbled. Green eyes drifted back to hers, full of a sincerity that made her weak. "I just, I want to get this right."
Lucy swallowed thickly, nodding sharply before she could convince herself otherwise. "O–ok." And oh, she was probably going to need to go repent after this was all said and done, because as embarrassed as she was she couldn't deny that the thought of him watching made her squirm in arousal. Trembling, her hand slid past her stomach and the way Natsu's eyes followed as her fingers fluttered between her open thighs made her burn.
Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, she bit back a moan as she stroked herself. She was already so wet – her fingers sliding against her heated flesh. She felt Natsu's hands – so deliciously warm, and rough in all the right ways – on her knees prompting her to spread wider. When she dared herself to look, he was staring down at her working hand closely – mouth parted and breathing almost as labored as her own. She whined, arching into her teasing touch.
"Fuck," he breathed. On her knees his hands clenched. "Fuck, you're so damn perfect." Tentatively, his hand joined hers – brushing against her clit. "Right here? That's where it feels best?"
She could have cried. "Yes," she moaned, leaning into his touch. "Yes."
Distractedly, he nodded – licking his lips and readjusting until his arms were wrapped beneath her thighs and his face was level with her most intimate of places. He was so close she could feel his breath on her and she shivered in response. She wasn't really convinced that he needed to be quite that close to study her movements, but she was too turned on by his slack jawed expression as she dipped a finger inside to say otherwise.
A few thrusts, and he was nudging her hand aside. Her eyes slid shut at his first few tentative touches, giving him a whimpered moan when he gave a bolder stroke. She felt him shift, his hand trailing away from her, and she made a noise of disapproval in the back of her throat. "Natsu," she breathed, eyes still closed. "You were doing – ah!" She bucked up into his mouth, surprised by the unexpected touch of his tongue and stared down at him with wide eyes.
He looked up, startled and looking a little scared. "Did I do it wrong?"
She was pretty sure she flushed all the way down to her chest. "N–no! It... it felt good. Really good," she breathed.
Slowly, as if processing the information, an arrogant smile curled at the corners of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with male pride. She fidgeted, the sight of him smirking up at her like that while between her legs turning her on way more than she was willing to admit. He gave a slow, exaggerated drag of his tongue, letting out a husky laugh when she bucked up into his mouth and released a low, needy moan. "Guess girls really do like this, huh?" The way she pressed herself into him was the only answer she was willing to give.
Hooking his hands around the tops of her thighs, he pulled her closer. When he took it upon himself to taste her more deeply, he growled against her. "Fuck, you taste even better than you smell." Combined with feeling the heat of his words against her and the content, a pleased shiver raced up her spine. Another firm lick, before he captured the aching bundle of nerves between his lips and gave a teasing flick of his tongue. She threw her head back into the pillow, her teeth biting into her lip even as she gave up on withholding the urge to bury her fingers in his hair. His mouth was just so hot, no one had told her it would be like this. Like every nerve in her body was burning for him. His name escaped her lips and she felt him smirk into her inner thigh as he pulled away long enough to leave a kiss there.
"Feel good, Luce?"
Her fingers flexed in his hair, drawing a little groan from him. Her eyes traveled down and met his dark gaze, pouting at the way his lips curled against her skin. "You ass," she breathed, "you know it – ah!" His fingers prodded her carefully, she could feel the callused tip of his middle finger drag against her insides as she clenched down on him.
He let out a stuttering sigh that was full of amazement. "Fuck... You do that on purpose?"
She let out a low whine, her heels digging into the mattress as her hips raised to meet the languid thrusts of his finger – her eyes screwing shut. The heat of his breath was driving her crazy. She wished he'd hurry up and put that mouth of his to better use. "Do what?" she breathed, hands fisting in his hair as his finger slid along a particularly sensitive spot.
His voice was low when he answered, deep and full of heat. "Tighten."
Her eyes opened, focusing on him. He was staring at where he was disappearing into her with a look of awe. The sight made her insides clench and the groan that escaped him was instant. "Fuck, you are."
She flushed, but the way he gently added another digit prevented her from doing much about it. "I'm not," she protested weakly. "It just happens!" But now that she knew that it drew that kind of reaction from him, she just might start. He hummed against her thigh, leaving a little nip that she was sure would probably show in the morning.
"If you say so," he murmured, still eyeing his hand in fascination. "I wonder..." His tongue found its way back to her, teasing her with the lightest of licks and her body arching off the sheets in response; her hands tugging at his pink strands and refusing to let him retreat.
He moaned against her, and Lucy realized that she had once again clamped onto his fingers. "Natsu," she whined, her pelvis rolling against him in mounting desperation. She was close, she could feel the tension in her lower stomach rapidly approaching the breaking point and she was determined to meet it. "Please–" she gasped, her legs squirming on either side of him. "I need–" Her voice faltered, thoughts scattering. She needed, she needed –
"What?" he growled against her, the vibrations provoking a gasped moan from her lips. "Tell me what you need."
Oh god, she needed but she couldn't find the words. She just, she needed – "More," she choked out, back arching off the sheets. She needed more, needed to feel filled.
His rhythm faltered, his eyes flashing and another, more possessive, growl ripping from his throat. Lucy felt his fingers fumble before groaning as he sunk a third finger into her. The slick, sucking sound that followed as he withdrew should have embarrassed her but it only made her skin feel hotter. There was a tingling beginning to crawl up her toes and into her feet, and she could feel a bead of sweat slide teasingly down the valley of her breasts as she panted – rolling her hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers and grinding against his mouth in uncontrolled desperation.
Her body curled, her hands fisting and her legs closing around him like a vice. Against her, his tongue continued to slide – stoking the fire with every pass, forcing her to climb higher and higher until she thought she would break. Her back arched off the sheets, her heels digging into the mattress and her hands fisting in his hair. A high pitched whine filled her ears, but as her hands fisted in his hair, she barely recognized it as her own.
And then she was falling, tumbling over the edge until she was nothing more than a pile of shaking, quivering limbs – gasping for air as her pulse drummed in her ears.
The bruising grip she had on his hair loosened. She felt Natsu give a wet kiss to her inner thigh and she shivered. When her eyes slowly opened, she was greeted with his satisfied grin.
"Did I do it right?" he asked, smug.
She would have smacked him, but her arms felt like noodles. Plus she wasn't about to let his teasing kill the pleasant high that was still humming beneath her skin. "Are you going to keep asking questions you already know the answer to?"
He moved over her, leaving a kiss on her hip bone and then her sternum. "Maybe," he drawled, but if he was trying to sound cryptic he failed.
She huffed, trying not to smile. Even though his hair was tickling her skin as he planted another soft kiss at her collar. "Why?"
He placed a final kiss to her jaw before whispering in her ear. "I like hearing you say it."
Her face warmed, and she knew her complexion must have gone visibly red because when Natsu pulled away to look at her he broke out into laughter. This wouldn't do at all. No way could she let him get away with teasing her like this.
Without warning, she wrapped her hands around his length – delighted by the way his eyes widened and his laugh sputtered. Her lips pursed in a failing effort to hide her grin. "Feel good, Natsu?"
He swallowed thickly, gaze half lidded. "Point taken."
She hummed, gripping him more firmly as she gave an experimental stroke; emboldened by the way instinctively thrust into her hand. Teeth biting into her bottom lip, she watched as his jaw clenched when she repeated the motion with a firmer touch. He was already hard – lying hot and heavy in her palm – and Lucy wondered if pleasing her had really aroused him that much.
He leaned towards her, one hand burying in her hair as he tasted the skin just below her ear. The groan he gave when she swiped her thumb over his head made her breath stutter and her mouth dry. God that was sexy. She wanted to hear it again.
Natsu's teeth dragged against her pulse, growling lowly. "Lay down."
Her hand paused, trying to place if his tone was demanding or begging. The way he was kissing up her neck made it hard to determine. "But, you haven't –"
"Don't know if I'm gonna last long," he murmured; embarrassment underlying his shaky laugh. "I wanna make it count."
Lucy licked her lips, blood simmering beneath her skin. She couldn't really argue with his reasoning – having him in her hand had only reaffirmed her desire to have him inside. And while she had every bit of faith in his stamina in any other physical activity, she knew that this was something completely different. She couldn't expect him to last long, and she was glad to know that he didn't either.
Placing a kiss to his shoulder, she pulled away to lie with her back against the comforter. She didn't miss the way his eyes wandered back to her chest, so it really wasn't a surprise when one of his hands followed. She sighed, arching into his touch and sliding her calves along his hips in an open invitation to join her.
After giving her breast an appreciative squeeze, he let his elbows sink into the mattress on either side of her. There was a nervousness buzzing beneath his skin – she could almost hear it humming over his heart. "I, uh, is there a certain way I should –?" He blushed, body temperature rising. "Don't want to hurt you."
The smile she gave him was sweet and without judgment. "I'll do it," she murmured, leaning up to give him a kiss as her hand traveled between their bodies. Once she had him lined up, she nodded.
Feeling him enter was everything and nothing like she expected. There was no burn as he stretched her, no pain when he was fully encased. She just felt full. Complete. And if she hadn't known it before, she knew now that there would be no letting him go after this. No returning to "just friends". She had told him that she wanted him, but now – feeling him fill her – she recognized that it was more than that. She needed him.
The revaluation knocked the air from her lungs, and her hands – both perched on his shoulders – tightened. A breathy sigh passing her lips as he placed open mouthed kisses along her neck. His hips, however, remained stubbornly still. "You can move," she murmured, nudging his hips with her thighs.
His breathy laugh tickled her shoulder, and his voice was equal parts strained and amused. "Wasn't actually waiting for you."
She blinked, a pleased flush dusting her cheeks. "Oh. Um, anything I can do to help?"
He snorted, placing a tender kiss to her neck. "Yeah, could you maybe not feel so fucking fantastic?" He shifted, leaning his weight on one elbow so that the other could grip her waist as he gave an experimental roll of his hips – his breath hitching as he murmured playfully against her ear. "Trying not to embarrass myself, here."
She bit her lip, smiling as he kissed along the line of her jaw. He rocked against her, slowly but without pause, and the air escaped her lungs with a moaning sigh. "I don't – ah – think you have anything to be embarrassed about," she breathed, hips lifting from the mattress to meet his languid thrusts.
He stared down at her, tongue running over his upper lip and his brow furrowed in thought. Then he was pulling away from her, kneeling on the mattress between her thighs.
Confused, and a little unwilling to give him up, her legs latched around his hips. "Natsu?"
His hands caressed her thighs and down to her knees. "I just want to try something," he murmured, thumbs tracing circles over her skin. When she gave a careful nod, he eased her thighs away from his hips, before guiding her ankles up and over his shoulders. "Tell me if you don't like it, yeah?"
Again, she nodded shakily – anticipation making her nerves tremble. "I will."
Satisfied, he leaned against her; his body pushing her knees towards her chest until she could feel could feel the mild, humming sting of the stretch. Natsu paused, eyeing her expression as he gave an experimental thrust.
Lucy gasped, her fingers finding his arms and grasping onto him. "Oh." Holy mother of, she didn't know he could reach so deep. That anyone could. Eyes wide, she met his tentative gaze, breaths escaping her in short pants. "Again. Do it again." Then, feeling brave, she added, "Harder."
He stilled, eyes glazing as he stared down at her. Then he was shaking his head, mumbling curses under his breath as his eyes sharpened. His hips snapped forward, basking in the cry that left her lips.
"Fucking hell, you're going to kill me," he growled out, swallowing her cries with a bruising kiss before pulling back and resting his forehead on hers. "I'm going to die, buried in you, just like this. I just know it."
Her body rocked forward with the force of every thrust, and her hands scrambled to find purchase on the bed frame above her head. Her nails bit into the wood, but it wasn't right. It wasn't him. A frustrated whine pulled from her lips, and her fingers abandoned the bed frame to rake through his hair. She could hardly breath. Every exhale broke from her lungs in the form of a high pitched keen; and every inhale was taken in short pants between thrusts. As one of his hands fondled her breast, callused thumb rolling over her nipple, her body tightening around him. "Natsu," she moaned – almost sobbing.
He placed open mouthed kisses along her jaw, panting against her flushed skin. At the sound of his name he gave a throaty moan, slanting his lips over hers and sucking at her bottom lip roughly. "Fuck, Luce. You're so fucking tight. And the sounds you make – fuck." The hand at her breast traveled up to cup her neck, fingertips threading through her hair. "I love you so damn much."
She whimpered against his mouth, hands fisting in his hair as her body trembled. His words – his voice – was driving her closer and closer to that edge. "I–" Her thighs clenched together, and behind his head her toes curled. "I–" Oh god, she couldn't think. Couldn't speak. She could feel her body coiling tighter, and tighter, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she would break under the pressure.
His thrusts were coming faster, harder. When she managed to open her eyes his face was twisted into a grimace. "Luce – I can't – I'm gonna –"
She gave a low whine. "Please – don't stop. I'm almost –" Her words stopped short, her body curling and her nails grazing his scalp. "Almost –"
Natsu snarled, teeth bared as he touched his forehead to hers. "Come on, Luce." His hand palmed her breast, giving an appreciative squeeze. "Let me see you. I wanna watch your face as you come."
Her lips parted around a silent scream, her head thrown back and exposing her throat as her body tightened around him – sucking him in and drawing a strangled shout from his lungs. It must have been too much for him – she could feel his release dripping from her core and onto the mattress as he continued to pound into her.
So close. She was so close. She could feel it burning underneath her skin, numbing her toes and tightening every muscle in her flushed body. She just – she needed –
Natsu's brow furrowed, teeth biting into his lip and sweat dampening his bangs. Then he was leaning away from her, hand snaking between their bodies and clumsily rolling her clit between his fingers.
With a loud sob of his name, her body buckled – her spine bowing as she curled in on herself. Pleasure tickled her skin, hypersensitive to every whispered touch, as she trembled in the aftermath. Limply, her ankles slipped off his sweat slicked shoulders as she caught her breath. Above her, panting, Natsu grinned. With shaking hands she pulled him down for a kiss – murmuring against his lips. "That was –"
"Amazing," he finished, sighing. He nosed her cheek, nuzzling her affectionately. "We gotta do that again."
She giggled, smiling against his ear. "What, now?"
"As soon as fucking possible," he answered. One of his hands ran down her waist before reaching underneath her to squeeze her butt. "I got a few other things I wanna try."
She raised an amused eyebrow. "Really?"
"Really."
His utmost seriousness had her biting her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing outright. The way his nose was tracing her own in a clumsily executed Eskimo kiss only served to make him even more adorable. "Like?"
"I really want to try it with you on your knees," he admitted, giving her butt another, firmer, squeeze. "You have such a great ass, and I didn't even get to really appreciate it."
She flushed, the thought of him taking her in such a position arousing her more than she'd care to admit. "Oh," she breathed, hands tracing patterns over his back. "Ok."
He pulled away enough to look at her, eyes dark and seeing way too much. After a weighted moment, his lips pulled back into a toothy grin. "You like that idea."
Her face flamed. "Natsu, if you don't shut up then you won't get the chance to find out!"
He chuckled, obviously seeing through her idle threat. Kissing her nose, he removed his hand from her ass and brushed some hair from her face. "Yeah, yeah. You win."
Lucy huffed, but felt any lingering irritation evaporate quickly beneath his tender look. She remembered the confession he made in the midst of sex – the one she had been too incoherent too answer – and her heart warmed. "Natsu?"
He hummed, concentrating on combing his fingers through her hair – carefully navigating through the tangles.
"I love you too."
Hand stilling, his eyes snapped to hers as he sucked in a surprised breath. He looked at her as if he was questioning if he had heard her right, but then his lips were curling. The smile he gave her was so wide, so bright and full of hope and happiness and love.
And she knew, without a doubt, that it matched her own.
AN: Holy monkey balls batman, we did it. Boy, am I out of practice with lemons. Sheesh. Sorry for the delay, but we got here! One chapter, and one epilogue left to go! As always, a big thank you to madartiste for her supreme beta skills and never ending encouragement! And to all of you readers who have stuck around, even with all the delays, and continued to support this fic!
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