Request by Teamedwardjace: "Nalu story where a tipsy Natsu iniates a searing make out session with Lucy?"

Natsu giggled as the fire whisky burned its way down his throat.

He was not drunk. No. Natsu Dragneel was not a lightweight. He was just laughing at… something. He was laughing at… Lucy! Yeah, he was laughing at Lucy. Man, she was a weirdo.

Lucy was a weirdo and she was… leaving?

Natsu jumped off his stool at the bar, stumbling slightly when his feet hit the ground. Okay, he wasn't drunk, but maybe he was tipsy. This was all Gray's fault really. He didn't know how but it probably was. He'd make sure to beat him up later, after he walked his girl home.

Natsu giggled again as he jogged to catch up with Lucy.

His girl. Oh, he'd earn himself a Lucy-Kick if he ever let that thought past his lips.

The blonde paused in the street when he called out to her. Natsu was a bit disappointed by this. He loved the way her hips swayed when she walked. What was that saying again? I hate to see her leave but I love to watch her go?

Lucy giggled at his clumsiness when he tripped on thin air. Her laugh sent a rush through his veins, the fire whisky making him bold enough to wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

"You laughin' at me Luce?" He smiled as he nuzzled her neck.

His partner tried to squirm free, but she was trapped.

"Who else is there to laugh at?" She replied. He could hear the grin in her voice.

They were alone in a dimly lit street not far from the guild. The night air carried with it the cold breeze of autumn, making their breaths turn to clouds of mist that mingled together in front of them.

Just like dragons!

The thought rushed through Natsu's mind and he fought hard to bite back a laugh, resting his brow against Lucy's shoulder that was left bare by the loose strap of her tank top.

He noticed it then. How warm her skin was against his.

The sensation focussed his wandering thoughts and he raised his head. Lucy didn't say a thing as the tip of his nose brushed up the side of her neck, but he could have sworn her breathing had become as uneven as his.

He squeezed her tighter against him as he took her earlobe between his teeth.

"Natsu, what are you-"

But her statement was cut off by a breathy gasp as he moved his ministrations down her neck, nibbling the delicate skin along her pulse point.

He couldn't help his smirk when she leaned her head back against his shoulder, allowing him better access. The scent of her flowery perfume invaded his nose, but it only served to strengthen his hunger.

As though she sensed his growing need and sought to taunt him for his yearning, Lucy broke away, her breathy laugh forming swirls of mist in the autumn air.

"Natsu," She said again, "What are we-"

But he never let her finish. He stepped in close, slowly. Lucy's back hit a wall in her attempt to retreat from his burning gaze, but she didn't pull away as he pressed his body against her own, leaving no room for the cold air. It was only their heat between them.

Natsu felt his lips twitch at Lucy's wide-eyed expression, her lips slightly apart. He rested his hands on her hips, and when he leaned in her own trailed up his chest before her fingers found their way into his hair.

The kiss was sloppy at first. An uncoordinated clash of lips that Natsu blamed on the fire whisky. He ignored the burning sensation the alcohol had left in his throat and chose instead to follow another. This fire burned brighter the more he kissed her. When his tongue slipped into her mouth he opened his eyes. The heat inside of him had grown so intense he needed to check he hadn't literally caused a spark between the two of them.

Having reassured himself his literal flames were in check, he let his flames of desire rage on. His hands wandered beneath her shirt as her kisses became more heated. Natsu pulled slightly on her lower lip as his fingers grazed the soft skin of her stomach. The muscles tensed beneath his touch and a light moan escaped her lips.

A satisfied smirk graced his features as he ground his hips against her own, eliciting another moan. He let his hands snake down, catching her beneath the knees before hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around him. Lucy let out a startled gasp before tightening her hold on him.

Natsu followed the lust the fire whisky seemed to have awoken in him, trailing scorching kisses down her neck as his fingers dug in to the creamy skin of her thighs beneath her skirt.

"Lucy…" He breathed against her skin as her legs tightened around him.

They needed to get out of the street.

Her lips found his once more. Lucy's kisses were now as hungry and desperate as his own, and her fingers on the back of his neck tugged sharply at his rosy hair.

"So then I said- HOLY SHIT. WENDY, COVER YOUR EYES."

Natsu's head snapped in the direction of the voice.

Standing in the street behind them were Gray, Wendy, Carla and Happy. Carla and Gray each shielded Wendy's innocent eyes, both of them looking mortified while doing so. Happy's snickering was the only sound that filled the shocked silence.

Realising his... incriminating position, Natsu promptly took a step back.

Lucy fell to the ground with a yelp. Natsu grinned sheepishly as she scowled at him from the ground.

"You are never drinking fire whisky again."