my answer is you
notes: whoowee! this one just flowed outta my fingers! a little more risque than usual because the prompt, hello xD and i wanted to try something a little different. how did i do? should i never write anything even remotely steamy again? lemme know! this one is also really dramatic and cheesy because, well, that's just how the scene went but i kinda like it. huh. idk. yeah. lemme know!
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Knock knock.
"Come in!"
The door opened and in popped a head of sakura pink. "Hey there, Luce! How's it goin'?"
Lucy squeezed her eyes shut, hoping against all hope that it wasn't who she knew it was—except it was. Sighing, she turned around and pasted a friendly smile on her face. "Good morning, Natsu. How are you?"
"Great now that I'm talkin' to you!" He grinned and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
The click of the door sounded a lot more ominous to Lucy than it should have.
Goddammit, she thought frantically. He's wearing that shirt! The one that matched his hair almost perfectly, and clung to all his muscles, and made him look adorably irresistible—and he knew it.
"What—ahem—what are you doing here?" she asked, cursing herself for sounding nervous. She knew he picked up on it too, if his smirk was any indication.
"Just turnin' this into you. Finished it last night." He tossed a thick folder onto her desk and plopped into a seat, staring up at her expectantly.
"Oh. Excellent, thank you. If that's all, then you may leave." She picked up the folder and flipped through, feeling surprised, yet again, by Natsu's diligence when it came to work. It was completely at odds with his rambunctious personality.
He didn't move, just kept watching her with a secretive smile. It made her uncomfortable in the worst way.
"Let me rephrase that: please leave," she said firmly, glaring at him.
He laughed and stood up, but instead of walking towards the door, he moved towards her.
Her eyes widened and she stepped back, turning quickly once she hit her desk but she was too slow. He crowded in on her, his body just barely brushing against hers, heat roiling off of him in palpable waves. She tried to move to the sides but his hands casually settled on the desk, arms caging her in.
She was completely trapped; any direction she moved would only bring her closer to him.
She met his eyes and sucked in sharply, melting under his intense gaze. She looked away but could still feel his eyes burning through her, over her.
He leaned forward slightly and suddenly every line of his body was cushioned by a curve of hers.
"Natsu, please don't—"
"Lucy."
She shivered. His breath brushed her ear and his deep voice, full of dark purpose, traveled down her spine. She bit her lips against a whimper.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"I gave you time and space to think things through but clearly you've just been avoiding what happened. So I decided to come to you." His voice was wry. "Why did you leave, Lucy? I asked you to stay."
"I don't—I don't know what you're talking about." She knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Oh? Then let me remind you."
"Na—mmph!"
His lips were hot against hers, rough but not bruising, as he poured all of his frustration and desire into the kiss. Her mind clouded over and she couldn't not kiss him back, not when his mouth moved so passionately over her own. Her hands pushed at his chest weakly even as her fingers gripped into that stupid shirt of his, pulling him closer. His arms wrapped around her, hands hot and burning against her back, enveloping her in his body, his scent.
She whimpered into him, pulling back for air or maybe her rationality, but he quickly sealed his mouth over hers again, nipping at her lips and prying them open for his tongue. She couldn't think about anything aside from him. His hands were in her hair, against her cheeks, down her back, on her ass, always pulling her closer. He hooked a leg over his hip, pushing her into the desk, and she broke the kiss on a gasp.
"Na—tsu—please—" she pleaded, though she wasn't sure if she was asking him to stop or continue.
His lips burned kisses across her jaw and down her neck, until it reached the junction of her neck and shoulder. His hands slid up her body, teasing the sides of her breasts, and unbuttoned the first few buttons on her shirt before shoving the collar aside so his teeth could worry the sensitive skin that was hidden there.
She bit back a moan, her hands clutching his hair now, as he licked and sucked at her skin to leave a mark. His hands kept roaming her body and he deliberately rolled his hips into hers and she keened, arching against him.
She could feel his smirk on her skin and thought, Two can play this game. Panting, she bent and kissed his ear, rolling the lobe between her teeth. He groaned and ground harder into her, growling when she pulled his head away and bit his neck to leave her own mark.
"Lucy," he rasped hotly, gripping her waist tightly, "god, Lucy. What are you doing to me?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" she breathed, crying out sharply when his hips thrust deeply against hers.
He pulled back and laid his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. She was shocked by the vulnerability he allowed her to see, and wondered what her eyes reflected to him.
"Lucy," he murmured, "why did you leave?"
She trembled against him, unable to look away but reluctant to answer him. She was afraid—she didn't want to give him such a cowardly answer.
"Lucy. Tell me." He began to push his hips into hers again, clouding her mind with pleasure.
"I—I—Natsu, please—I—" She couldn't think when he moved against her like that, couldn't tell herself to shut up or he'll know how weak you are.
"Lucy…"
"I—ah!—I was—I'm scared!"
He stopped.
She breathed heavily and dropped her eyes from his, trying to shove him away as she regained her senses but he didn't let her go.
"Lucy. Look at me."
She didn't.
"Please?"
Slowly, she returned her gaze to him and he kissed her again, softly, sweetly, heartbreakingly tender, coaxing her to surrender to him.
"What are you scared of, Lucy?"
She shook her head and he sighed, hugging her close.
"C'mon, Lucy. How can I help when you won't tell me what's wrong?"
She didn't reply for the longest time. He was about to give up and try again later, when she said, so quietly he almost didn't catch it, "Losing you."
"Wha—losing me? Lucy, are you kidding? I—god! This whole time, you've been scared of something that's never going to happen?"
"You don't know that! You don't know…how much I need you. God! I hate it! I—that morning, I woke up and—and you were still sleeping and I looked at you—I just looked at you and thought, I want this every day. Natsu, we've only known each other for three months and I wanted to wake up next to you every morning, do you understand?" His shirt grew damp where her tears were melting into him.
"Lucy—"
"And—and when I'm—when I'm alone, god, I feel so lonely now! I'm always—thinking about you—and wanting to be with you and—I can't even function on my own anymore! Jesus Christ, Natsu, I'm so dependent on you that it hurts! And maybe one day, you'll leave me, whether you want to or not, and if I'm already in this deep now, god, I can't even imagine how useless I'll be in—in however long it takes for you to go. I can't do that, Natsu! I can't—I can't be so—rely on you so much—to the point where I can't even—just—dammit!"
"Fucking—Lucy, I'm not gonna leave you!"
"Everyone leaves me!"
"Well, I won't!" he shouted, pushing himself away from her. His hands cupped her tearstained cheeks, thumbs rubbing them dry even as more tears leaked from her big brown eyes, so full of fear and heartache that he could hardly look at them. "Jesus, Lucy, have you ever thought that maybe I need you just as much? This whole thing is completely new to me—I've never felt like this before and I dunno anything 'cept that I wanna be with you. For as long as you'll have me.
"'Cause, dammit, when I woke up that mornin' and saw you lookin' at me, with the sun shinin' on you like you were some goddamn angel—god, you were so beautiful it hurt—you know what I thought? I thought, this is the girl I'm spendin' the rest of my life with and fuck it if we've only known each other for three months 'cause I'm so goddamn in love with you that it doesn't matter." He continued over her gasp, "I wasn't even thinkin' when I asked you to stay 'cause all I knew was that I wanted you and if you left, I would prob'ly cry. And I don't cry, you know that."
"Shut up," she grumbled half-heartedly, a hesitant smile on her lips.
"Lucy, I swear—if I ever leave you, as long as I'm alive to do somethin' 'bout it, I will always come back to you, ya hear? Always. 'Cause everything you said, I feel the same about you. I need you just as much and if you don't want this, tell me now or I'm keeping you. I'll let you go and, yeah, prob'ly break down and cry myself dry, but I'll do it if that's what you want. Do you want that, Lucy? Do you want me to let go?"
She sniffled. "I…but Natsu—"
"Shh, no buts. Anything else, we'll figure out together, later, but right now, you gotta tell me if you still want me."
Carefully, his arms loosened around her and her breath hitched in her throat at the cool air that seeped in around her. She was suddenly flooded with trepidation; it gripped her harshly, making her shiver as she understood with crystal clarity just how empty and cold and pointless her life would be if she let him go now. So immersed was she, in fact, that Natsu's arms were almost completely by his sides, one foot behind him to step away from her.
"No!" She yanked him back to her and buried her face in his neck. "Wait, don't go!"
"Oh thank god. For a second there, I thought you really didn't want me anymore." He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, kissing her hair.
"Silly Natsu," she whispered with a wobbly smile. "I don't want you—I need you, remember?"
Copyright 2015 by The Siege