If there was one thing Natsu could deliver on, it was subpar packaged noodles. If there were two things, it would be subpar packaged noodles and relentless flirting.
It was not even good enough to be classified as 'flirting' to Lucy. They sat together on the couch watching sitcoms on television, and occasionally Natsu would reach over and give her a comforting squeeze of her leg or his arm around her shoulders. He was so close, it was as if he skipped the flirt and went straight to the dating.
Lucy almost choked on her soup at the thought of them dating. They were such an odd couple: just two people that had never been on a date but somehow felt alright to bask in each other's company.
"You done?" Natsu asked. The blonde hummed softly as she snapped from her daydream, only to find Natsu gesturing to the empty bowl of ramen.
Nodding, Lucy wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb. "Yes." She said, and Natsu took her dish and stood up already to take it away. "Bring me back a napkin, please."
He saluted her childishly before disappearing into the kitchen. Once he was gone, Lucy reached over onto the coffee table and pumped a small dot of hand sanitizer into her palm.
"You know I try not to get mad at you for bathing in that stuff," Natsu began, slightly startling Lucy as he jumped over the back of the couch and sat down again with napkin in hand, "but it's hard to ignore when all I can smell is 'japanese cherry blossoms' and alcohol."
Lucy was about to apologize before she realized that it would have been ingenuine. "I like the smell." She said quietly in her defense.
The pink haired boy only chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her. "Sure you do." His head nodded slowly as he leaned into her.
Still rubbing her palms together, Lucy's chest ached with the tightness of Natsu's intimacy. She begged herself not to care about it, and for a moment her eyes stared at his lips and she thought she had won.
As if realizing her affliction, Natsu leaned down the rest of the way and pressed his lips against hers. He smelled oddly like cinnamon-no, like autumn. It was a fine season to get lost in. The colors were her favorite.
Lucy waited a moment, their lips meshing together softly, before she gingerly raised up her hands and slid them around the nape of the other boy's neck.
She swore she felt Natsu's lips curl up into a smile as she did so. The small gesture she made drove him further; Natsu grabbed Lucy and turned her more towards him. She let out a subtle breath of air as Natsu settled his body between her legs, her head laying on the armrest of the sofa.
Natsu's hand slid along the edge of her thigh. His fingertips were warm even through the fabric of her jeans. She needed more-not to feel his hands on her, but for her to feel him. He was so familiar with her body, more than even herself, but he had yet to be mapped.
Lucy's fingertips ran along his neck, falling down to the slope of his shoulders. From there her touch slid along the safe base of his checkered scarf to the curve of his biceps. Natsu's body tensed at the surreal sensation of her reciprocating the attention.
Moments passed with nothing more than hungry bites to each other's now swollen lips before the blonde mustered the courage to let her hands wander.
It doesn't matter, Lucy chanted it to herself as her ran her palms along the solid contours of Natsu's chest. His stomach called to her, and she fell down to touch there as well. You need him, Lucy.
When her hands finally found the edge of his waist, Natsu finally stopped. His entire body went slack and Lucy's lip was stuck between his teeth. His breath was soft as he said, "Are you sure?"
It was a stupid question, but they both knew the answer. "No." Lucy answered with a simple shake of her head. "I want to, though."
Natsu tilted his head up, lips pressing firmly against her forehead. "I know." He hummed warmly, his arms planted on either side of her as if to protect her from some nonexistent force.
Even so, both parties were left unsatisfied. Lucy had no intention nor desire to go all the way, but her inclination to be with him still stayed in her mind. Lucy fingers the edge of Natsu's waistband, and the button of his pants opened beneath her touch.
Her actions like a trigger, Natsu surged forward again. His lips attacked hers, tongue striking out at her mouth in a lustful crime. Lucy voice made a soft, barely audible sound as she obliged, letting their kiss deepen.
The blonde still had her hands at his waist, fingers now curled around the edge of fabric. Her nerves had pent up inside her after so long, and she could hardly imagine how Natsu felt. Pushing his pants down a subtle amount, Lucy's fingers trailed along the edge of his boxers.
Natsu's teeth pressed down on her lip in frustration. Lucy felt him press his hips into her hand, silently asking for more. They wanted it, but it was only a matter if she could bring herself to do it.
Lucy inhaled Natsu's scent as if it was the last chance she ever had to do so. Her mind fuzzy, her body warm, Lucy's breath hitched in her throat as she slipped her hand deeper inside his boxers.
The pink haired boy above her let out a shaky breath. His kissed to her face never ceased, even throughout his desperate grinding. Natsu soon had his hips through her belt loops, and he tugged on them roughly.
Her brown eyes squeezed shut as if that would make it all better. Regardless, she could still feel the shape of him against her hand, her fingers trailing over smooth skin. The shaky breaths that flowed from his lips convinced her he was more than eager to have her.
She looked up at him again, but Natsu's dark eyes were already glazed over with a feral emptiness to them. They stared down at what seemed like nothing in particular to her as Natsu still tugged at her jeans.
Her fingers brushing over his erection, Natsu's jaw flexed quickly to suppress his voice. His own hands worked to pry open the brass knob on her jeans. The same moment her button popped open was the same moment Natsu gave a small shudder from the way she didn't even try to please him.
Lucy had no idea what she was doing, but he liked it; perhaps he was just that pent up after so long. Pushing his pants further down his hips, Lucy managed to slide her palm along the length of his shaft still caged in his underwear.
From somewhere deep in his throat, Natsu growled. Before Lucy could wonder if that was a good or a bad thing, he had begun to aggressively tug down the back of her jeans. Lucy sat up a little only to have Natsu push her back into the couch.
His rough actions made Lucy press her hand deeper against his cock, feeling the pulse of his excitement beating against her hand. He in turn made no hesitation to slid his hand into her jeans. His palm cupped her center, making Lucy's body writhe beneath him.
Gaining satisfaction from watching her squirm, Natsu rolled the heel of his palm deeper against her mound. Lucy had to press her lips together in fear that she would make a god-awful noise. Pushing away her thoughts of selfishness, Lucy focused on the feel of his cock against her hand instead.
There was something she had never witnessed before, an emotion she never felt: the satisfaction of the pleasure of making someone else feel good. Natsu had given her so much until her body ached, but the desire to give back overwhelmed her.
All thoughts of inadequacy and filth left her mind. For now there was just her and Natsu. Her hand wrapped around his shaft firmly as she gathered the strength to pump him.
The pink haired boy above her dipped his head into her neck. He made another low growl, which lead to another rough press of his palm against her center. Her own stomach churned, her insides warmed with pleasure, but nothing mattered more than him.
Her hand gently stroking him off at first, Lucy began to pick up her pace. His hips found a rhythm and pushed into her fist as she pumped him. Warm beads of precum ran across his tip, and Lucy moaned in bliss knowing he was pleasured from this. From her.
The breath shared between them became mixed up until she could no longer tell their patterns apart. Her chest heaved with excitement as did his, rubbing each other in sync. The closer she came to her release, the more Lucy stroked along the length of Natsu's cock and the faster he fingered along her center.
Her voice broke out, and Lucy could no longer contain her moans of pleasure as she felt herself coming. For a moment she was ashamed-ashamed that yet again, she had failed to reciprocate these feelings. As her shaky legs brushed over each of Natsu's she too felt him trembling.
Natsu's hand palming her center, Lucy moaned again as she felt the slight twitches of his cock as he reached an orgasm as well. Her fingers still trailed along his length, his hands still roaming over her mound, and the both of them drew out the pleasure of their highs for as long as they could.
Lucy wasn't sure if she would ever catch her breath. Laying there with his on her neck, her eyes staring at the slacked expression of bliss on his face, Lucy didn't mind being out of breath if it meant a sight like that.
Her face flushed heavily. Before she could overreact, scold herself, Natsu picked his head up and kissed her. His lips met hers, entangling in a sloppy and rather terrible kiss, but one that mattered. It was impatient and surely better off without it, but the taste of each other was necessary.
When Natsu drew away again, he worked to pull up the edges of Lucy's pants again before anything else. Once her jeans were uncomfortably back on her hips, the blonde watched as he refastened his own pants.
Natsu stood up, and Lucy hated herself for sounding so desperate as she asked, "Where are you going?"
To no surprise, Natsu chuckled. His cheeks were stained red, his chest still heaving to regain his breath. "I'll be right back. I need to change my pants."
How romantic. Lucy nodded her head silently. Crossing her arms over her chest, Lucy watched as he walked out of her apartment again, not bothering with a key. If nothing else did the trick, that assured her he would be back.
It took a few minutes, but he did return. Natsu sat down beside her on the couch again, one lean arm draped around her shoulders and their eyes glued to the television screen as if nothing ever happened.