To Pin The Dragon
Lucy isn't surprised to find Natsu lounging on her couch and eating her food when she gets home. Despite the fact that he sleeps at her house more often than his own, she still finds it extremely rude he lets himself in and walks around the place as if he's the one paying rent. Then again, she would prefer he come to her. She doesn't go to his house often thanks to the way he refuses to properly clean his cloths and touch the dirty dishes. Before they dated, she cleaned his house once as a form of payback for his breaking-and-entering and it ended up being a free cleaning job for him. She's never going to do that again.
In the kitchen, Natsu throws away the empty chip bag and switches that out in favor for one of the fruits she's brought home. He's already thrown his coat across the couches backrest, baring his chest and testing her restraint to make sure she doesn't stare for too long.
"These look good," he grins, digging into the paper bag. "Happy should bring a dragon fruit to Carla tonight. I'm sure she'll love it."
"I don't think she's that type of girl," Lucy humors him.
Speaking of Exceeds, Happy is in her bathroom preparing for his date with Carla tonight. The white cat finally decided to give him a proper chance, creating quite the stir at Fairy Tail over the new couple. It's Happy's one opportunity to make it or break it with the beautiful cat and this love-struck boy is taking it seriously.
It's the perfect night with the nosy cat gone and her comrades out on missions to use the potion.
"How do I look?" Happy asks. He pushes aside the kitchen curtain with flare. There's a black bow tie around his neck, fur freshly bathed—meaning he must adore Carla to endure that—and the slight scent of Cologne wafts from him.
Natsu gives a thumbs up. "You look great, buddy. Knock her out of the park."
"I'm so happy for you guys," Lucy says. "Carla is so stubborn to have made you wait this long but I'm glad she's giving you a chance. Now, a few things of advice to give you, as your good friend."
She kneels before the cat in a show of seriousness. Firstly, she tells him to not give Carla fish. Happy might like it but she's not the biggest fan. He should wait until the third date for that. Secondly, take her to a restaurant or a park, not to the fish market. And thirdly, pay attention to her every little move.
Lucy winks. "You'll know what she wants if you really love her."
"Your notions of romance are mushy," the cat says dull.
"Hey, I know more about this then you do, so listen up."
He snickers and flips into the air, bringing out his white wings to keep himself afloat above her head. "Oh, I know. Having Natsu around must be a real treat for you."
She gives her disapproval at him for that statement.
Natsu walks over with a bell pepper in hand, already bitten into. "Whatever that means, go and get her, Happy. Don't keep her waiting. Girls don't like that."
Happy's eyes widen and he looks to the clock above Lucy's dresser. "Ah, right. Wish me luck you two!" he smiles. The cat flies past the kitchen curtain and through Lucy's room to dash out the open window into the setting sun, eager for his first date.
Lucy sighs pleased. "I love that this is happening."
"I hope Carla doesn't shove this in his nose. He's really been looking forward to it," Natsu says, readjusting his scarf.
"I'm sure she'll treat him fine." She stands with a hand on her hip, saying that she's going to take a bath and change into something more comfortable. "Try not to make a mess, in the meantime. And don't even think about peeking in on me."
He snorts. "Why would I do that?"
She wants to say multiple things to him—she's got the body of a Goddess so why wouldn't any guy want a peak, that Natsu's head is full of hot air along with his dick and a few other insults at the unknowing insult he threw at her. She holds her tongue, wanting to make sure to keep Natsu in a calm state until the sparing begins.
She digs through her draws inconspicuously, shoving side any cloths she rejects for the occasion. She can't dress too sexy, but putting on sweat pants seems more like a turn off. After a shower, Natsu keeping true to his word as she felt no prying eyes, she decides to do a combo move. Her underwear can be alluring, plum purple and black lace, the dark colors giving off a little more sex-appeal than is usual for her. The regular clothes covering her fancy undergarments can be plain, exactly what she wants. A gray tank top and satin shorts is all that's needed, the pants lining precariously close to her cheeks.
Coming into her bedroom, Natsu, of course, gives no reaction to her efforts. He'll appreciate them in fifteen minutes or so after she's done towel ringing her hair.
Knowing she'll be alone with him for the entire night, wearing these revealing cloths and thinking of ways to get him into compromising positions, has changed the way it feels to be around the dragon slayer. No longer is she at ease by his side. There's a tension lingering in the air, thick and heavy. At times she finds it hard to talk to him, taking his place and becoming the nervous one between them.
"Okay, what is it?" he asks suspicious. He puts his cards down on the coffee table, halting their game. "You've been acting weird. Weirder then you already are. Did you eat something? Lose another bet to Lily?"
"No, no, that's not it," she quickly dismisses, putting her own set of cards down.
"Then there is something bothering you."
"W-what does it matter? Seriously, it's fine. No need to worry."
"I think the only one worried is you." He sighs and leans his forearms against the table. "If you're in trouble then you can rely on me, you know. Unless this is some girly thing, then I can't help you."
Lucy's hands squeeze together in her lap, pulling her arms in and deliberately pressing her breasts together to create a deeper cleavage line. She has everything planned out but getting it started feels like a new objective.
She got the potion ready as soon as she bought it. It was simple enough to sneak up behind Erza while she was distracted to pluck a strand of red hair. Erza didn't notice but for an unconscious move to scratch the back of her head where the hair was taken. When Lucy added the strand, the clear liquid inside the bottle turned crimson, reminding her of a love potion.
"I'll be right back," Lucy says breathless.
Ignoring her boyfriend's bewilderment, she rushes into the kitchen and stands before the sink to take a few deep breaths. Maybe doing this was too big of a plan for a virgin? Out in the market it seemed like the perfect plan, but now that she has to act one it, by God, it's overwhelming. It would have been simple if they had gotten to having sex naturally, but doing something so elaborate has turned her into a nervous wreck and they haven't so much as kissed yet today.
She's become highly aware of her exposed skin, the cool air with the incoming night raising goosebumps. The tightness of her bra brushing against hardening nipples and the string of her thong running ever so right up her backside brings her breathing to new heights.
Quietly, Lucy pulls the potion out of her purse and the bottle shakes slightly in her cold hands. No, she can do this. She had enough confidence to start all of this in the first place; she can finish it, too.
The pop of the cork sounds deafening to her ears. Before she can change her mind, she downs the entire bottle, the potion having no taste but for a slight sourness that makes the muscle in her jaw scrunch. She gasps for breath when done and drops the empty potion bottle into a container on the counter where other dirty dishes sit.
No going back. This will either work and make her night or it will backfire hotter than Natsu's flames.
"What are you doing in there?" he calls impatient.
Lucy takes one last deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts. "Nothing. I … I needed a glass of water, that's all."
Back in her bedroom, she has to pause by the kitchen curtain. Why does Natsu look different to her? This wasn't a love potion, no matter what silly notion of romance she might have had, but the way the setting sun burns his dark eyes into oblivion makes her stomach flutter.
God, this boy drives her crazy. He's sitting there asking if she wants to continue their game and it's doing things to her that she wishes she could act upon. Nothing's changed about him but in the lustful light of her mind, everything about him is meant to turn her on. Did his pecks always stand out like that? He must be working out more, because the contour of his biceps is killing her. She wants to run her fingers through his soft hair and feel his steel-cord neck under her lips.
Did that potion do more then give her strength or is she that horny?
Lucy claps her hands together loudly, the sting of her palms coming together bringing her mind around. "Okay, N-Natsu, you think I'm weird, do you? How about I challenge you to an arm wrestling match then? If I win, you can never call me weird again." The words come out robotic like, having memorized these lines earlier.
He relishes the challenge, grinning from ear to ear and showing off those sharp teeth of his. "Alright. When I win, you have to do whatever I want for a day." Even his voice sounds deeper!
They get into position at her low set table, cupping each other's hands and putting an elbow against the wood. She can't help but notice how his hand swallows her small palm, rubbing against his callouses and reminding her of that strength he's worked hard for.
She hopes he's getting a good look down her shirt and seeing the way her butt juts out in her seat.
"You sure you're okay? Your face looks like it's about to burst," Natsu chuckles.
She frowns hard, all too aware of her blush. "I'm fine. Be quiet and let's do this."
"You just made a bet with Lily and now you make one with me? Are you getting gambling tips from Cana? Because you're not very good at choosing your bets."
"Says you. That bet with Lily was a fluke. Beating you will be a piece of cake compared to that ridiculous bet."
"Do you know who you're talking to? How often have I beaten you in our matches, huh?"
"It's seven to three. I've won a few times and that at least gives me a chance."
Lucy's body tenses and Natsu follows suit. They lean closer to one another, his warm breath fanning across her face and forcing her to clamp down all of her muscles to hold back a shiver. She's expecting to smell left-over food lingering on his breath but there's nothing but fiery embers. They bunch their arm muscles and grip their hands tighter together.
"One the count of three," he says.
Hearing that, she realizes that she's really about to arm-wrestle the strongest guy in Fairy Tail, a feat that under normal circumstances would be impossible for her to win. The potion doesn't make her feel any different. She was expecting a surge of power to flow through her, heck to have some muscle definition, but none of that happens. She almost fears that Natsu will break her arm doing this, but she smashes that thought to bites. He would never hurt her. She can't back out of her plan when it's getting started. To make up for her uncertainties, she'll have to put all of her might into this.
Besides, that confident smirk plastered to his face is starting to agitate her. He needs to lose every once in a while.
Natsu starts the countdown and the match begins.
And ends as soon as it starts.
Lucy uses as much strength as she can summon and sends his hand flying back against the table. Done in a flash, the cracking of the wood echoes in both of their ears and stuns them into silence. Lucy's hand is cuffed above Natsu's, frozen there as they try to come to terms with what happened.
"Did … did you try?" she asks hesitant.
He gasps. "What the hell was that?"
"You did? You tried to beat me?"
"Yeah, I did! What are you getting at? How in the hell did you do that?"
She jumps from her seat and raises her arms in the air, shouting her victory.
"How did you do that?" he asks again, snapping to a stand. "There's no way you could have won unless you cheated."
She lowers her arms and rubs her hands together, laughing shy to try and keep her gloating to a minimum. "I guess you could say I did cheat. I drank a potion that gave me the same strength as Erza."
His mouth slacks. "That's insane. But kind of cool. Show me again."
Time to start the next phase of the plan.
Lucy fiddles with her fingers behind her back. "Okay then … I bet I can wrestle you to the ground."
"You've done that to me before even without your super strength," he snorts skeptical.
"I will wrestle you and win every time. At least, until you give up."
That gets him going, gloating how impossible that is for her to do. That confidence in his strength will help in his awakening towards rampant lust.
Lucy's learned a few wrestling moves not just from Natsu but from Gray, too. Even Juvia joined in to teach her a thing or two after finding out that the love her life knew how to wrestle.
With each round, she gets Natsu into ever-so suggestive poses. Her blush refuses to retreat, the redness spreading to the tips of her ears and burning there, but she can't let that deter her. She will not shy away like a dumb virgin in some novel. Not when things are getting started. She can worry about that after making sure this stubborn boy to return her affections.
She holds Natsu's face to the floor and pushes her entire weight down to keep him there, pressing her chest against his back and getting a leg between his, brushing her knee delicately close to his groin.
In another move, she wraps an arm around his neck and forces his face into her boobs. As he struggles to free himself, his lips brush against the top of her left breast, over her heart. For a moment, it felt as if he bit her, but after releasing him and giving a glace down, there was no mark.
As the sun goes down, Lucy continues to get him to the ground like promised, teasing him a few times into thinking he's about to win only to be thrown on his back. Sexual tension comes about with their bodies entangling, climbing with vengeance. She can't get enough of how his scent has changed with his struggle, sweat having their skin stick to each other like Velcro. His arms wrap around her waist, their hips will press together, and mouths linger on skin. It's all sweet torture when they have to part.
As Natsu's losing streak worsens, she can hear a difference in his breathing. Not because he's gasping for air but because there's something in the back of his throat giving off a strange noise, as if it's an animalistic growl. He bares his fangs and grits his teeth, breath hissing past his lips. The amount of force he applies doubles as he tries to overcome her only to lose. Eventually, he can't help but cry out his frustrations.
Hearing such primal noises and seeing his dragon side emerge does something to Lucy she never expected. She thinks this is what people call a kink and it does wonders to her body. Whenever Natsu fights an opponent and this side of him emerges, fierce and protective, she never felt much beyond pride in knowing how hard he was fighting for his guild. When those glistening fangs and humming growls are directed at her, her entire body throbs and a desperation to be taken by him overwhelms her.
This dragon side of him is turning out to be a blessing. While his humanity makes him aware of what it means to kiss until you're breathless, bringing about a sense of bashfulness and uncertainty, the dragon side of him fights for dominance to feed those instincts that he might not understand but can't dispute. Lucy can't help but think she understands better than him about what's happening, being that researching on dragons was something she couldn't help but do once she met him.
Natsu becomes all she can sense. The traffic outside the apartment fades into the background and she saviors any touch he gives and takes.
Eventually it's too overwhelming and she has to put a stop to their tussling. This time around, there's no curiosity from Natsu about her predicament, rather there's only eagerness to get back to their fighting, to prove that he can beat her, if at least one time. Lucy refuses to return to his burning touch too quickly, knowing if she continued it would over-heat her nerves and have her pass out.
Natsu sits on the floor worn out and huffing with rage. Across his face is a faint blush and his eyes have dilated, the pupils covering almost the entire iris as they hyper focus in on his pray that he can't catch. "This isn't fair!" He jabs a finger at her. "You need to get rid of that fake strength of yours then we'll fight for real."
"This is fair while it lasts," Lucy says. She leans back on one hand, waiting anxiously for his next move. She lets the left strap of her tank top and bra fall with a racing heart. "I thought the strong dragon would be able to beat a small girl like me, even with this potion. But it turns out I was wrong," she teases slyly.
He raises his shoulders like a cat bristling its hair, crouching down on his hands and knees to stalk her. "Try me," he growls.
He rushes forward swifter then she's prepared for, surprising her and leaving her just enough reaction time to raise her arms. He grabs her hands, palm to palm and intertwining their fingers in a tight knit hold. They push against one another, trying to out-weight the other into getting pinned to the ground.
Thirteen minutes have gone by and Lucy knows the effects of the potion are wearing off. There's no tingling sensation or a gut retching feeling telling her that the potion is draining away. It's that she can see it. Her arms shake in trying to hold Natsu back and her shoulders burn with the strain.
This is it. One last exertion and she has to bring her reasoning's for doing all of this into fruition. She's heightened his frustrations and she can only pray its sexual frustrations.
Lucy grinds her teeth and can't help but give a grunt in her throat, turning that into a sort of human growl of her own. She slowly overcomes Natsu, pushing him back and extending her arms while his come to the side of his head. She continues to overpower him until his arms have no room to move further back. Because of the strange position she's got him caught in, having his back bend backwards a little and straining up on his knees, his center of gravity is thrown off.
She takes advantage of that and pushes against him as hard as she can, sending him flying back. His legs kick out from under him and he hits the ground hard enough that air bursts out of his lungs. She captures his hands against the floor and pins him in place, straddling her weight against him. She clenches her thighs around his hips and grips his wrists, locking her muscles into place.
Their bodies still and the world seems to slow down. Natsu doesn't struggle against her like she's expecting him to. He lies on the floor under her with labored breath and that heated stare in his onyx eyes burning through to her soul.
Author Notes:
Most likely I will have to update this story late at night due to my day job. Hope nobody minds.
Thank you to those that have left reviews, faved this story or have me on story / author alert! To know I have people interested in my work despite not giving any juicy bits yet-because ya'll know why you're here if that M rating didn't catch your attention-is such encouragement to have.
Seems to be a slow burn, huh?