"Tell me about your day."

Natsu had his arms around Lucy, her back pressed up against the security of his solid chest. It was a simple demand he gave her rather than a question, but one that made her voice feel needed to be heard. It was a nice sensation.

"It was perplexing." Lucy said the word slowly, suggesting Natsu would need some time to process it if he even understood it at all. She guessed by the silence he was not following. "Just a lot happened today. I'm tired."

The pink haired boy behind her made a puppy-ish whine. "How so?" He asked. His hand brushed through her hair, which did not exactly help her drowsy state.

Lucy pressed her lips together as she thought of what to say. Gray and her had talked about a lot today, as he promised, but none of it was satisfying. He had this manipulative way of saying what he wanted to say and making it sound like what she wanted to hear. She had no idea how such a weasel couldn't get his way out of a few fist fights.

Perhaps he just didn't want to. That was precisely the reason she gave Gray absolutely zero of her 'dirty little secrets'; she knew he said he didn't care about Natsu, but they were brothers, that much was obvious.

"Class was long and boring." Lucy started. Her legs stretched out in front of her, hands playing with the hem on her lazy t-shirt. "I sat with Gray at lunch, and...he confuses me."

"Huh," Natsu snorted with dry, teasing laughter, "I wonder what that's like."

Lucy chose to ignore that remark. Instead her eyes just kept watching her legs shift around restlessly before her, sprawled across her couch. "I don't know how you've been friends with him so long. He seems like he has so many secrets."

"Don't we all?" Natsu said almost immediately-it was hard to think of Natsu as a particularly private person though. "I've been with Gray through mostly everything, so it's like his secrets are mine too."

Mostly everything. Lucy chewed the inside of her cheek. "Still...I'm sure there are things to him that you don't know."

Natsu laughed without humor. "Like what?"

Her fingers wrapped and unwrapped the edge of her shirt around it. "Like what's up with him and Loke."

Natsu went silent, and suddenly Lucy remembered that angered look in his eyes that day she shared a cab with Loke; he was so protective in such a violent way. Lucy had a hard time picturing his expression in comparison to the smile he almost always bore.

"I don't think that mystery will ever be uncovered." Natsu said slowly, his breath letting out of his chest in exasperation. He leaned his head back as if just the thought of Loke wore him out.

Lucy smiled even though he wouldn't be able to see. "I suppose that's true." She said.

There was a comfortable silence that followed: where the air was thin between them, yet they stayed so close that words seemed to flow through one another without needing to be spoken, heartbeats playing Morse code onto another's skin. Yet Lucy wanted to hear his voice.

"What's your family like?" Lucy asked after a moment. In nothing but thin running shorts her legs began to get cold, but she didn't dare move.

She could feel Natsu shrug simply. "My dad was nice. He died when I was little though."

Lucy was hoping for something uplifting-at least uplifting compared to her story. "Oh. I'm sorry."

Natsu shrugged again: so nonchalant, so careless about everything. "I live with my uncle now. Well, kinda uncle. I don't know really. He was my dad's friend, and he adopted me when my dad passed away."

The blonde bit her cheek again. "How'd he die?" She didn't mean to press, but curiosity had come to her.

"He was in the Air Force." Natsu said simply. There was another silence as details were unnecessary. Such a simple explanation meant so much that Lucy didn't need to hear any more.

Before she could say anything vaguely generic such as 'sorry' yet again, Natsu spoke up. "You should come over for dinner sometime. I bet they'd like you."

Lucy considered for a moment. "They?"

She felt Natsu nod his head subtly. "He and my adopted brother. Technically I'm the adopted one, but whatever." He said before yawning.

Lucy smiled at how childish he was in the fact that seemed to be able to fall asleep anywhere. "I've already met part of your family. Why not more?" She mused. Lucy turned her head over her shoulder to smile at him.

Natsu's lips curled up into a weary smile. "Gray and Erza are much more intimidating than my actual family, so you have nothing to worry about."

Lucy nodded her head before turning around again. Even as he said that, she didn't believe him. Families were awful to try and get to know, like being stuck on the playground on the first day of school only to find cliques had already been made. She just never really belonged.

A stifled yawn came out of Lucy's mouth this time. Natsu stopped petting her hair, which she both hated and was relived with. "Don't fall asleep on me." Natsu muttered.

The blonde's chocolate colored eyes narrowed slightly, but of course he didn't see. "You yawned earlier too."

Natsu was quiet a moment as he tried to think of a comeback. "No I didn't" was all that stubbornly came out though.

Lucy giggled quietly, her smile a shy one of content. "Keep me away then." She murmured, pausing as she tried to fight off another yawn. "Entertain me."

The pink haired boy laughed silently. "That requires effort." He said, pronouncing it slowly since just saying it required effort.

Lucy closed her eyes and made a condescending hum. "I thought you were tired."

Natsu's arms locked around her waist. His hands now rubbing small circles along her stomach and sides, it was more than difficult for her to keep awake. "I'm not." Natsu denied again.

The blonde nodded, her smile still evident in her drowsy state. "Sure you aren't." She sang it quietly under her breath. Her legs stretched out more along the couch, her body sinking further into his.

His hands still trailing along her abdomen, Natsu tugged up her shirt a little and laid his hands against the bare skin of her stomach. Lucy prepared herself to flinch-mainly from the cold though-but she found his touch calm and warm. Mavis, it was so warm.

His hands ran small shapes along her stomach, the sensation only slightly ticklish. His warmth and gentleness counteracted the fidgets and giggles this normally would've made her burst into. Natsu's chin then laid on her shoulder, breath warm on her neck.

First, it was his breath. Then his lips ghosted over the skin, and eventually his teeth grazed the patch as well. Lucy's breathing went shallow as tingles ran along her skin; small tufts of Natsu's hair grazed her ear, making her shiver.

Natsu's fingers danced along the waistline of her shorts. "You sleepy?" He asked, his voice small and quiet.

Lucy nodded her head as well as she could. She found that her voice wasn't quite working, but she didn't mind. Her eyes squeezed shut as Natsu's fingers dipped below her clothing.

There were soft touches along her mound. Fingers fleetingly stroked her skin, second by second inching closer to a more pleasurable spot. Her legs simply stretched and writhed out in front of her from the nerves that bunched in her body.

Warmth ran deeper like a river of fire, sparks left in his wake as Natsu's hand ran deeper down between her legs. Hot skin caressed over her folds and he pressed his fingers in between the crevices of her center, reaching for that place that made her squirm.

He reached it soon enough. The pad of his finger grazed over the sensitive nub and Lucy's entire body arched with not-so-subtle muscle instincts. Her hands grasped around Natsu's lean forearms, her fingers tracing over the wrist cuffs he always wore.

As her body pressed deeper into his back, she could feel the pulse of Natsu's heartbeat echoing against her own body with fantastic force. Lucy's eyes were closed, yet she could see the strained mouth-half-open look on his face as his breaths began to match hers.

Just like that, his lips returned to her neck. Perhaps he would leave a mark there, mark her his for selfish reasons. Maybe he would just let his lips linger there long enough so that when he pulled away, she would still be haunted by the ghost of his light kisses.

Natsu's fingers pressed more roughly against her clit, and her legs shifted from one pleasurably antsy position to the other. A lustful wetness ran out from her slowly, and his fingers quickly traced over it to coat himself with her.

Once entirely wet with her own fluids, Natsu's fingers dove inside her swiftly. Just one at first, lightly curving up to map out territory still vaguely foreign to him. Her breaths turned into light moans as he pressed up against her walls, her body writhing.

He's so close, Lucy's breath was shaky as he inserted another digit within her entrance. I let this happen. Natsu breath stained her skin with a haze of warm saliva and fleeting kisses. Maybe I am as strong as he claims I am.

"Natsu-" Lucy's voice cut short into a moan as a third finger slipped inside of her. Though not too deep nor fast, the feel of him inside her felt oddly right. Not in a pleasurable way or one of utter ecstasy, but in the way that she simply needed him close, closer than anything.

His palm pressed up against her clit, moving rhythmically with the fingers her plunged inside her. Nerves wound beneath her skin, scratching at the insides of her stomach for a release only Natsu could give her.

Lucy loved Natsu, but she was not in love with him. There was an unspeakable, only feel-able, difference she would have to learn soon. She had yet to learn, but she didn't care. If this was the start, she would see it through to the end.

Natsu's fingers pushed inside of her. He hit a point he now knew to remember the rest of his life: the point that made Lucy's voice shaky as she came: the point that made her body melt deeper into his: the point that made her seem like she was almost his, just almost.

Her wetness stained his fingers as he drew them out from inside of her. Her body still overflowing with sensitive nerves, Natsu traced his hand along her clit to draw out the moans and squirms as long as he could. Lucy knew how selfless he was to find satisfaction in making her come.

He was so selfless, yet for no reason other than he liked her, as if this were some grade-school crush and they were chasing each other across the playground. Lucy's body felt cold as he touched her, goose-bumped as he kissed her.

"Lucy." Natsu murmured, his lips softly prying at the crook of her neck.

There was no point to his selflessness. Lucy was finding pleasure in a boy who was too nice to take anything from her because he figured life had taken enough from her already. She received his touches and praises like a child learning to stand on their own, and in a way she felt utterly inadequate compared to him.

"Lucy..." Natsu's voice trailed off, this time saying her name in a more begging, needing tone. He wanted to hear something back, to see the look in her eyes, the pout of his lips as she struggled to catch her breath.

He deserved it, but Lucy couldn't bring herself to give it. Selfish as it may be, she was not worthy of him, and there was no change to that. Her hands readjusted her shorts along her hips and tugged her shirt down her belly further before she sat up away from the solidarity of his embrace.

With shaky legs she stood up, walking past him without the strength to look upon the hurt expression he wore on his puppy-ish face. "I'm going to take a shower."

Nalu Lemon Novel
Exy Koroleva © 2016
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