AN: The first chunk is basically all smut, so if you want to avoid the benefits part of the friends with benefits au, you might wanna skip that... And the ending.
Benefits
Chapter Four: Meteor Shower
Natsu blinks down at Lucy, only half-awake as his eyes roam her naked back, their blankets pooled low around their hips. His fingers tease her bare skin, tracing a pattern of stars across her shoulders as he brushes her hair aside, trying to recall the galaxies she's shown him, wanting to map them across her smooth skin. She stirs at his teasing touch, but doesn't wake, only curls closer to his side, burying her face tighter against his chest, nosing at him sleepily.
Her breath puffs across his bare chest, Lucy a dead-weight against his side, and he figures she'll be asleep for at least another hour if he doesn't wake her. Lucy would never admit it, but she enjoys sleeping in more than he does, lazing around in bed until she absolutely has to get up. Not that he blames her. He would sleep in as late as he could if he worked a schedule like hers. He thinks she works four to midnight on days like this, though he can't be sure. Her schedule is constantly changing and he wishes he could spend more time with her, just lying around like this, but it's hard.
He has training in the mornings, from some ungodly time until whenever Laxus decides to let him leave. And usually Laxus is in a bad mood, so Natsu is rarely done before noon, and Lucy is almost always leaving for work by then. He very rarely gets to spend time with her anymore, unless he manages to get Laxus off his back. The man was kind enough to give him the last two days off, albeit reluctantly when Natsu wouldn't tell him why.
Besides, it's a Saturday. Natsu thinks he deserves a break every so often.
Natsu stares down at Lucy fondly as he drags his fingertips along her spine, causing Lucy to squirm against him, her nose wrinkling cutely. He grins down at her, chuckling when she shifts, legs tangling with his beneath the sheets. Her cold toes slide against his calf, Lucy murmuring something unintelligible as her right arm curls across his chest, hanging over him loosely.
He grimaces at the bra strap hanging off her shoulder, knowing she's going to regret sleeping in it when she wakes up. Natsu kind of regrets not taking it off her last night, but he was in a hurry and wasn't thinking about it, both of them too worked up to care much about what he was and wasn't taking off.
Groaning, Natsu rubs his free hand down the side of his face, trying to not think about how he had Lucy bent over a table last night, how she was begging for him and moaning his name like it was the only thing she could remember. It was rougher than he meant it to be, but Lucy didn't seem to have any complaints. He remembers with some satisfaction how she could barely stand after they were done, and if he's being honest, Natsu was practically dead on his feet as well, exhausted from the days events and wanting nothing more then to curl up with her on his bed.
Honestly, he thinks he might like curling up with her more than anything else. He likes how clingy she is and how well they fall together, Lucy curling against his side like she belongs there. He likes the feel of her soft skin pressed up against him, Lucy all slopping curves and too smooth skin, and he can never get enough of touching her, wanting to put his hands everywhere.
There's something soothing about waking up with her cuddled against his side, and he thinks he could get used to it.
Natsu shakes the idea aside, knowing this is only temporary. They're only relieving their own tension and having some fun. It's nothing more than that—will never be more than that. Despite what everyone says, there's no future for them, no matter how well they come together.
And they come together fantastically—and he means that in an entirely figurative way. He's always clicked well with Lucy in everything they do. They were fast friends when they were younger, and no matter what they put their minds to, if it's them working together Natsu has no doubt in his mind that they can do it. Sex is just another one of those things.
His thoughts drift back to last night and he shifts awkwardly, a heat flooding through his stomach as he pictures Lucy writhing beneath him. Arousal floods his veins, his cock twitching slightly, and he bites his lip, trying to subtly move his hips away from the leg Lucy has tossed over him, trying not to disturb her.
It doesn't work. His shifting wakes her slightly, and Lucy mumbles his name as she rolls on top of him, her leg slipping between his and her thigh grinding against his gently. He bites his lip, trying to will his arousal to fuck off. They're both exhausted and hungry and he can't even begin to imagine how sore she is, but Natsu's pretty sure his legs might fall off if he even thinks about having sex right now.
He tries to banish any and all thoughts of Lucy from his mind, trying to replace them with images of Lucy from his mind—thinking about wrinkling grandmas and Gray walking around without his pants on—but that idea is shot straight to hell when Lucy releases a breathy sound, her hips rolling against the thigh he has shoved between her legs, smearing her dampened panties across his bare skin.
Natsu bites back a groan, dropping his head back against his pillow as he tries to ignore Lucy practically grinding against him, her leg brushing against his dick every few seconds, slow and teasing. Biting his lip, Natsu rests his arm across his eyes, trying to think of anything but Lucy as he conjures the most boner-killing images he can think of.
Gajeel's scary face. Erza when she's mad. That time Makarov stripped during his birthday party. Loke wearing a Speedo. Ichiya and the Trimens. That time he accidentally kissed—
Lucy chooses that moment to roll her hips against him roughly, and Natsu doesn't have time to swallow his moan of her name. Her lips twist into a smile against his chest, small and sleepy, and Natsu immediately knows it wasn't an accident. He groans again as wiggles her hips against his, giggling softly, and Natsu peers down at her, eyes narrowed playfully.
Lucy peeks up at him through her eyelashes, blinking innocently and trying to hide her smirk against his chest. Her fingertips slide across his side, teasing his sensitive skin, and Lucy curls up tighter in his arms, dropping her head back to his chest with a sigh. She grinds down against him lazily, and Natsu knows she's still more asleep than awake.
Cursing softly, Natsu drags his fingers along her spine, making her shiver, her toes curling against his legs. She wiggles against him, a soft sound pulling from her throat as his hand slips below the blankets to palm her ass. She sighs in response, arching into his touch, hips gyrating languidly, and Natsu's hand slips lower, dipping between her thighs and making her squirm.
He traces her slit through her panties, smirking when he feels how damp they are. Lucy is utterly insatiable and Natsu can't say he minds that in the slightest. Humming to himself, Natsu dips his chin to press a quick kiss to Lucy's forehead, teasing her inner thighs before dragging his fingers along the wet lace between her legs, enjoying the soft, cooing sounds it pulls from her.
Natsu resigns himself to what's happening knowing his boner isn't going away anytime soon unless one or both of them decide to do something about it. Not that he has any problem with that. Sex with Lucy is a lot more fun than being uncomfortable and feeling like his dick might explode as he waits for his problem to go away.
The arm around his waist grips at him tighter, Lucy's nails biting at his skin as she gasps, Natsu dragging his hand along her slit roughly. She whines lowly, pressing her hips more firmly around his thigh and squeezing as she rocks against him.
Neither of them hear the front door open, footsteps padding across the floor as a low voice curses.
Lucy hums as she presses her lips against his chest, peppering kisses across his skin and teething at his collar bone, nipping him slightly to gain his attention. If she's trying to seduce him at seven in the morning on a Saturday, than Natsu thinks it's definitely working. Hell, Lucy could probably seduce him whenever she wanted. He's not picky about the when or where, so long as it's her.
Natsu hooks his fingers inside Lucy's panties, dragging them through her wetness and making her keen, her needy hips pressing into his touch as she whimpers. He smirks against her hair, lips parting to ask her what she wants and—
The door is shoved open roughly, banging against the wall with a crack that startles him and makes Lucy gasp. She goes very still, Natsu's hand cupping her beneath her underwear, fingers pressing against her clit in a way that makes her thighs twitch around him. His head snaps up, Natsu's eyes shooting open wide, but he's too shocked to pull his hands away from her beneath the blankets, instead gripping her even tighter.
"Hey, Natsu?" Gray mumbles as he shoves his way into his roommates bedroom, toothbrush hanging from his mouth and muffling his words. "I was wondering if—holy shit, Lucy?" he gasps when he sees the blonde, who whines and buries her face against Natsu's chest, curling closer to him and only succeeding in forcing Natsu's fingers tighter against her clit.
She swallows back a moan when he unintentionally pinches her clit, a jolt of heat curling through her, but Natsu hardly notices, too stunned by his roommate staring at the nearly naked Lucy lying on his chest.
The toothbrush slips from Gray's mouth, falling to the floor and getting toothpaste on Natsu's carpet. Gray's eyes dart between Lucy and Natsu, and the later glares at him, pissed about his shitty timing.
"What do you want, Gray?" he snaps, pulling Lucy tighter to his chest to keep her out of sight as best he can. He sends his friend an annoyed look, silently wishing he would burst into flames. It doesn't happen, of course, and Gray simply keeps gaping at him like an idiotic fish. Lucy releases a shaky sound against his throat, and all of Natsu's blood decides to flood to his cock, already painfully hard and pitching an obvious tent beneath the blankets.
Gray stares for several seconds too long, looking both shocked and disgusted by the sight of them curled up together, undressed and sticky from the night before. There's no misconception of what they did last night, and Natsu realizes he probably should have mentioned this to Gray earlier.
He clears his throat, having the decency to look embarrassed. "I just wanted to know if you were hungry," he mumbles, shrugging slightly. He quirks a brow at Natsu, smirking, and Natsu decides he's going to kill Gray later. "But I'm guessing you already ate," he teases, quirking a brow at them.
Natsu wisely chooses not to comment on how right he is, not wanting to share that bit of information with his douchebag roommate while he's just shy of burying his fingers inside of Lucy, who keeps twitching against him.
"Fuck off," he hisses, glaring as he looks for something to throw at Gray, who merely laughs and throws his hands up in surrender, knowing how bad Natsu's temper can get. He backs out of the room slowly, shutting the door behind him, and Natsu groans as he remembers something.
"Hey, Gray?" he calls, hoping his roommate can hear him through the door. Natsu waits, wincing when he hears a muffled sound from the other side. Clearing his throat, Natsu winces slightly, realizing what he forgot to do last night. "You might want to wipe down the table before you use it."
A beat of silence.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Gray shouts, disgust evident in his voice. "What the fuck, Natsu!"
He laughs, hearing Gray's muffled shouting from the other side, and chokes off as Lucy bucks against him, patience wearing thin. Surprisingly, Gray's sudden interruption hasn't seemed to ruin Lucy's good mood, her hips pressing eagerly into his hand as she whispers his name, a whimper leaving her throat.
"Shit," he murmurs, removing his hand from her panties and pressing up on his elbows to look down at her, gaze apologetic as he reaches up to cradle her jaw in his hands, nosing at her gently. She giggles, her back curving as he forces her to bend with him, her mouth hovering over his. "Sorry, Lucy," he mumbles, wincing as he presses his lips to her cheek, trailing soft kisses from her jaw to her ear and then back again.
She only giggles, shaking her head as his lips hover over hers, heir noses bumping. "You didn't tell him?" she asks, head tilting to the side as Natsu's rough lips scrape down the side of her neck, dragging a sigh from her. Lucy hums, rocking against his thigh slowly, to relieve the pressure building between her legs, clearly not deterred by Gray's disturbance.
Natsu nips at the sweet spot on her neck, making her gasp, and he snorts, wrinkling his nose at her question. "I didn't think he needed to know," he murmurs, shaking his head and settling one hand on Lucy's thigh, squeezing and guiding her to rock against him harder, liking the little sounds it pulls from her. "If I told gray, he would tell Loke," Natsu reminds her, dragging his teeth down the side of her throat. "And I don't need Loke asking me how good you are in bed."
He growls it against her skin, snorting in disgust as he imagines Loke asking him about what Lucy enjoys. Like hell he would ever tell him anything that might get Lucy off. Natsu will take those secrets to the grave.
"And why's that?" she asks, hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck, Lucy humming as he peppers her neck in soft kisses, drawing Lazy circles against her thigh as she rolls her hips against him, soft coos and sighs breathed against his ear.
Natsu grins against her, teasing one of the hickeys on her neck with the tip of his tongue and making her shiver. "Do I really seem like the type to share?" he asks her, low and rough, throat still raw from the night before. The question draws a shiver from Lucy, and her hips just to his. He curses, eyes squeezing shut as she grinds her thigh against his cock, Lucy teasing him as much as he is her.
"No," she finally whispers back after several long seconds, tilting his head up until her breath ghosts his lips. "You never have been good at that," she muses, fingers threading through his hair and tugging him forward roughly. He groans against her lips, Lucy's mouth hot against his as she plasters herself to him, tongue tracing the seam of his lips before coming to play with the piercing in his lower lip, something she's grown fond of. Natsu smiles as he slides his hand higher, fisting at her ass and jerking her against him, grinding his leg against her covered clit and making her squeal.
Lucy pulls away quickly, breathing heavy as she looks down at him through lidded eyes. A whimper escapes her as he continues to tease her slit, pressing her to him roughly. "Why, Mister Dragneel," she whispers, choking on a gasp when he reaches between them to pinch her clit, rubbing her through her underwear, "are you trying to seduce me?"
She's teasing, he knows, repeating the same question he asked her that first morning after they hooked-up. They weren't able to do anything then, but he'll be damned if he lets her leave this bed without getting a little messy first.
Natsu steals a kiss from her, sighing as she tugs at his hair, fingers twisting through the bright strands. "Are you complaining?" He slips two fingers beneath her panties to touch her directly, dragging them through the wetness between her legs in slow, teasing strokes, making her squirm and whimper. She shifts, trying to get him to play with her clit, but Natsu moves with her, denying her what she wants.
Lucy huffs, pulling back and nipping at his chin as she pouts up at him. "Not at all," she murmurs, pressing butterfly kisses against his jaw as she rocks into his hand, Natsu just shy of entering her. "But right now I don't want your hand," she tells him lowly, breathing it against his ear.
He stiffens, cock straining beneath his boxers as she blinks up at him, fluttering her lashes. "And what do you want?" he practically growls, prodding at her clit gently. Lucy sighs at the light touch, head tilting back slightly as she arches into him, eagerly rocking into his hand. Natsu grins, taking pity on her as he rubs at her sensitive button, pinching it slightly and making her squirm. "You gonna answer me, Lucy," he jokes, rubbing her harder in a way that makes her moan.
She sits up suddenly, pulling away from him, and Natsu's hand slips from her underwear, his eyes widening as he wonders if he's done something wrong. Lucy quells these fears as she shifts, tossing a leg over both his hips and hovering over him. She shifts, settling directly over his cock and grinds down against him before he can ask what she's doing.
Natsu gasps, dropping back onto the bed and groaning, hands latching onto Lucy's hips as she rocks against him slowly, teasing his length through his boxers, judging how ready he is. Her hands slide down his chest, palms flat against him, and she leans down until her lips are pressed to his ear. "You," she tells him.
Natsu groans, deciding to let her do what she wants, perfectly content with her rocking against him languidly, her gaps and sighs the only sound in the room. He peeks up at her, seeing Lucy smiling down at him, and he grins back. One hand leaves her hips, tracing up her back slowly, feeling her muscles twitch beneath his touch, and gently tangles his fingers through her hair, watching as her eyes flutter shut, Lucy's mouth dropping open in a soft moan when he bucks up to meet her, shoving himself against her heat.
Biting her lip, Lucy reaches between them frantically, gently shifting his boxers to pull out his cock. Her fingers slide against him, cool against his heated skin, and Natsu hums as she pumps him in her hand, thumb rolling over his tip and spreading the moisture there. Her hand dips low for a moment, then glides back up, squeezing him softly.
His hand joins hers, shifters her panties aside as she presses up on her knees, lining him up with her entrance. Lucy bites her lip, rocking against him again, coating his head in her wetness, and Natsu moans at the contact, sensitive and wanting as she rides the length of him. His cock kisses her clit and she whines, shifting above him and moving faster, Natsu guiding her hips with a gentle hand.
"Fuck, Lucy," he rasps beneath her, barely biting back a groan as she sinks onto him suddenly, hips circling against his as she takes his cock slowly, panting at the feel of him filling her once more.
She whimpers, hips flush against his, and her arms shake slightly, nails scratching at his chest. "Natsu," she chokes out, rolling against him, mouth dropping open as he strokes her inner walls just right, his head pressing at a sensitive spot inside her.
He pulls at her hair gently, tilting her head back, and she gasps as she rises against him, walls fluttering around his cock. She drops back onto him suddenly, startling him into a moan, and the hand on her hip squeezes hard enough to bruise as he bucks up into her, drawing a strangled sound from her.
It won't take much to get her off, he knows, given how responsive she is. He doesn't think he'll last long himself, not with the way she's squeezing around him and looking at him, eyes hazy with lust and something else he can't quite place.
Her hips roll against his, Lucy picking up the pace until she's riding him in a frantic bounce, soft sounds spilling from her, never once the same. She calls his name as he ruts against her, hips moving with hers as he guides her to rock against him, and Natsu surges upwards.
She squeals as he sits up, one hand pressed to the center of her back to hold her steady against him. Lucy loses her rhythm for a moment, startled by Natsu dragging her forward until his back is pressed against the headboard. Natsu drags her lips up to meet his, kissing her softly, and Lucy sighs against his mouth, fingers knotting in his hair as she resumes rocking against him, humming into the kiss as she rides him languidly.
Natsu smiles against her, perfectly content as he hand slides along her spine, tracing shapes into her skin and peppering her face with sweet kisses, making her giggle. His other hand gripes at her thigh, teasing her sift skin and tracing a winding pattern along the inside of her leg, making her shiver above him, small cooing sounds pulling from her throat and making his heart squeeze in his chest.
Natsu pulls back, letting his lips brush along her neck, soft and barely there, almost a ghost against her skin. His hands become desperate then, curling around Lucy's back, fingers pressing into her skin almost too tightly as he presses against her, urging her hips to move faster against hers, low whimpers pulling from Lucy as rocks against his lap, circling her hips as Natsu thrusts up to meet her.
Her fingers tangle in his hair, nails pricking at the back of his neck as her other arm slips around his shoulders. She drags his mouth up to meet hers, careful as her hand leaves his hair, coming around to cradle his jaw. He smiles against her, fingers dragging back up her back, only just grazing her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. Goosebumps prickle at her skin, but he only pulls her closer as she quivers above him. Lucy sighs against him, a breathless giggle spilling from her lips as he prods at her ribcage, tickling and teasing, making her squirm.
Natsu exhales through his nose, practically sighing against her, mouth pressing against hers with just enough pressure to make her head spin as he pulls her flush up against him, arms coiling around her back. He inhales deeply, drinking in the familiar smell of honey he's come to associate with her. Lucy shifts slightly on her knees, smiling against him as her long hair falls around them in a curtain. She pulls back briefly, panting, and Natsu is struck with the thought that she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
She presses tighter against him, as if trying to crawl into his ribcage and make herself a home. Her lips meet his once more, Lucy dipping her chin, attempting to deepen the kiss as best she can. Natsu leans into her, tilting her back as he kisses her harder. His teeth nip at her lower lip suddenly, followed by his tongue brushing over the same spot. A small sound leaves her throat, but he swallows it quickly, pressing closer before pulling back suddenly.
His hand slips between them as he murmurs her name, fingers shifting her panties aside until he finds her clit, rubbing at her nub slowly. Lucy jerks above him, whimpering at his touch, and her nails drag down his back, just barely grazing his skin. "Lucy," he breathes against her, choking on her name as she falls apart in his arms, shivering as her limbs lock around him, walls squeezing around his cock as she releases a breathy sound, her forehead dropping to rest against his shoulder.
Natsu tilts her head to the side, kissing her neck, follows her a moment later, breaths turning ragged as he groans and hips jerking against hers as he as he spills himself deep inside her.
Lucy's arms lock around him like a vice, her hips pressed tight against his, and Natsu carefully shifts until they can both lie down. He trails his lips down her neck, still buried inside her, and Lucy drops boneless against him, panting as she cuddles against his chest, nosing at his ribs as he traces her spine. Lucy fits herself against his front, draped over him like a blanket, and Natsu's eyes slip shut, content as he draws circles against her back.
Lucy sighs as she steps into the kitchen, shoving her dripping hair out of her eyes and yawning despite herself, the warm shower she helped herself to doing nothing to wake her up. As much as she would have loved to stay in bed with Natsu all day and laze around, she does have a few things she needs to do, her boss kind enough to give her the entire weekend off.
Pouting, she glances at Natsu's door behind her, wishing he'd gotten up with her, but shrugs it off, knowing he needs his sleep just as much as she does. Besides, he did most of the work last night, she's surprised he was even awake earlier than her. She supposes he always has been one to rise with the sun, and quite literally at that. Lucy herself is more of a night owl, preferring to sleep the day away for as long as she can.
Ten in the morning seemed like a good time to get up, though not for want of doing so. She was warm and comfortable curled up with him under the blankets, but she was also very sticky with sweat and other unmentionable things, and as nice as she felt after fantastic morning sex, Lucy can only handle sticky for so long.
Regardless, he'll probably find some way to drag her into bed later, or maybe they can cuddle up and watch a movie. She doesn't care much what they do, so long as it's the two of them. It's always more fun when they're together.
Lucy fiddles with her clothes, having stolen an old t-shirt of Natsu's when she couldn't find her own clothes. She stuck with her dirty undergarments, not comfortable with going commando with Gray around. She loves Gray, she does, but she really doesn't need him getting an eyeful of her panties. He's too much of a brother for her to be comfortable with that in the slightest.
Besides, she figures he's seen more than enough panties in to keep himself satisfied, among other things. Gray is, perhaps, the biggest manwhore she's ever met, aside from Loke of course. No one's a bigger manwhore than Loke, he has a new guy or girl every week, and Lucy thinks that's both impressive and very, very sad.
Gray looks up as she enters the room, sending her a too tense smile and gesturing to the coffee maker, silently telling her to help herself. She would have gone for the coffee even without his permission but she figures it's nice to be offered some. They both know that Natsu doesn't like coffee unless he's stealing it from her—claiming she's the only one that knows how to "get it right," whatever that means—and Gray can't have more then two cups without turning into a dramatic idiot, so it's safe to say most of that pot is hers.
Actually, she thinks that might be the coffee pot they stole from her freshman year of college.
They sit in silence for several minutes, Lucy drinking her coffee and playing a game on Natsu's phone, her own dead and charging in the bedroom, forgotten the night before, and Gray pretending he isn't staring at her, eyes slightly narrowed as he looks her up and down, as if trying to see the ghosts of Natsu hands on her body, disbelief clear in his eyes. Lucy rolls her eyes, trying not to flush as Gray catches sight of one of the monster hickeys on her neck. Natsu really doesn't know how to be careful with his mouth, though she can't say she was complaining about it.
"So…" Gray starts awkwardly, trailing off with a wince as he glances down at his half-empty mug. "You two had sex last night?" he asks her, making a face as he says it. Lucy rolls her eyes again, snorting into her mug as she takes a long drink, wishing it were vodka instead.
At least that would make this conversation tolerable.
She quirks a brow at him, trying and failing to ignore the pink, fuzzy handcuffs sitting innocently on the table, clearly being broken in last night. "Great investigative skills there, Sergeant Fullbuster," she teases, hiding her smile behind her coffee.
He glares at her, snorting, but settles with rolling his eyes. "I'm just trying to wrap my head around this," Gray tells her defensively, shaking his head before glancing at Natsu's closed door in disgust. "You had sex with Natsu," he mumbles, looking one part exhausted and two parts tired.
The walk of shame really doesn't look good on him.
"Yup," she responds simply, shrugging as she exits out of the app on Natsu's phone, pulling up his photos instead and heading to the folder filled with pictures of Happy. If she's going to have this conversation with Gray she's going to need at least one more cup of coffee and a whole lot of kitten pictures to keep herself from jumping out the window.
"Single or plural?"
Lucy shoots him a glare, setting down her coffee and Natsu's phone as she stares at Gray, debating asking why he wants to know, but deciding she probably wouldn't like the answer. "Not that it's any of your business," she tells him, receiving a sheepish smile from Gray, "but plural." Honestly, this is not a conversation she wants to be having. Natsu needs to get his lazy ass out here and save her or something, but she really doesn't want to discus her sex life with Gray of all people.
He nods slowly, expression critical. "So you're dating now?" he asks, almost hopeful.
Something in Lucy's gut twists painfully, and she winces, gaze dropping to the countertop. She bites her lip, tracing nonsensical shapes across the smooth surface. "No," she murmurs, swallowing down the lump in her throat and hoping he can't hear the bitter note in her words. Lucy sighs, feeling Gray's eyes on her. "Look, it just kind of happened, okay?"
He snorts, shaking his head, and sends Lucy a look that makes her feel stupid. "What like an accident?" he gripes, shaking his head in something like amusement. "You don't just accidentally start fucking someone, Lucy," he tells her, gesturing towards Natsu's door with his mug and making her wince.
She stiffens, lips pursing as she shoots him a cold look. He knows better than to talk to her like that, the hypocrite. "You would know, right, Gray?" she hisses back, quirking an unimpressed brow, not amused with his jokes. She's not the one that fucks around. She would never call what she and Natsu are doing an accident, because she's not ashamed of it.
"Don't you dare use that against me," he hisses back at her, glaring, and Lucy snorts, crossing her arms and tossing one long leg over the other on top of the counter, uncaring of the way her shirt rides up her thighs. It's not like it's something Gray hasn't seen before. If he was interested, he would have made a pass on her years ago.
She sends him a withering look, and Gray has the decency to look mildly ashamed. "Than butt out, Officer Fuzzy-cuffs," she mumbles, eyeing the handcuffs critically. They look like something from a cheap porno, and she really doesn't like the mental picture she gets off Gray cuffing someone to a bed.
He rolls his eyes and picks them up, twirling them around his finger carefully. "I'll have you know these are delightful," he tells her, grinning in a was that disgusts her. Yeah, she really doesn't want to know where those cuffs have been and whose wrists they've been on.
Why does she have to suffer like this.
"Yeah," she drawls, snorting as she plays with the hem of her borrowed shirt, smiling fondly at the faded logo on the chest. It's some old thing Natsu's had since high school. It used to be a fiery red with a dragon printed across the front, a favorite of his, but the color is washed out, the dragon peeling away in places. She traces a fond finger across it before turning back to Gray. "I'm sure your conquest of the week liked them," she agrees, wrinkling her nose.
"Hey!" he hisses disapprovingly, frowning at her as he crosses his arms. "Don't call them conquests," Gray demands, looking wounded as he glares at Lucy, "I treat them like people."
Lucy hides a smile, loving how she's able to turn the conversation back on him. Usually Gray picks up on it faster, but she supposes he's a bit shaken by the revelation that she and Natsu have fucked a few times. "Do you make polite chat while you screw them?" she asks Gray, snickering as his face turns an alarming shade of red.
"No," Gray hisses, blushing as he stares down at his mug. "I wait until after," he mumbles, sniffing as if she's offended him somehow. Gray always been rather dramatic, despite his aloof, early-two-thousands emo façade. "So where's Sparky Sparky Boom Man?" he asks, changing the subject.
Lucy considers asking him what the hell that means, but decides it's simply not worth it to ask. "Sleeping," she tells Gray, shrugging before sending him an impish look and raising her mug back to her lips. "I think I wore him out last night," she jokes, cackling when Gray sends her a disturbed look.
He blanches, choking on his coffee, and tosses a rubber coaster in her direction, missing her by an inch in his hurry. "Eww," he whines, pretending to gag. "Lucy, you're like my sister, I don't want to know that." He shudders, disgusted, and Lucy snorts, giggling.
"You asked," she reminds him, sending his a pointed look, which Gray blatantly ignores, shuddering in disgust at the mere thought of Natsu being sexually active. Sometimes she wonders how they manage to tolerate each other.
They lapse into an awkward silence, neither of them breathing a word as they drink their coffee. Gray keeps shooting looks between her and Natsu's bedroom, shaking his head every few minutes. Lucy swings her feet back and forth, observing the chipped polish on her nails with a frown. Something catches her eyes across the room, a dark mass on the floor, and Lucy flushes when she realizes it's her clothes from the night before, all settled into a small, innocent looking pile that must have been made by Gray.
She'll have to thank him for that later.
Gray wets his lips, peering at her awkwardly, the silence eating away at him. Usually he's a bit more calm, but she's two seconds from freaking the fuck out right now, considering he walked in on them this morning. This is not the conversation she wants to be having right now. She really should have just stayed in bed until Gray left again or Natsu woke up, at least then she wouldn't be alone out here.
"Do you want to borrow the fuzzy cuffs?" Gray asks her hesitantly, holding them out to her.
Lucy groans, eyes squeezing shut tightly as she considers it. "Yes, please," she whispers, reaching out with an open palm for him to hand them over, which Gray does with a shit-eating smile.
She's twirling the cuffs around her finger slowly when Natsu's bedroom door opens, she and Gray both glance behind them, turning in time to see Natsu step out of his room with a yawn, bare-chested and wearing only a rumpled pair of sleeping pants. He runs a tired hand through his hair, glancing around the apartment with a narrow look, and grins when he sees her, brightening immediately. Lucy finds herself smiling back readily, and Gray feigns gagging at the dope look on Natsu's face.
Natsu quirks a brow at the handcuffs in her hand, but doesn't ask, merely shrugs and leans down to press a quick kiss against her temple. Gray raises a surprised brow, but remains silent as Natsu smiles and steps up between her legs, his arms coiling around her waist as she lazily wraps hers around his shoulders, propping her chin up against his shoulder. Natsu chuckles as she curls herself around him like a vice, her legs swinging back and forth wildly. Lucy noses at his throat, leeching his warmth and again wishing she just stayed in bed with him.
"Mornin' you," Natsu murmurs against her ear, gently tangling his fingers through her hair and giving her waist an affectionate squeeze. Again, Natsu presses a quick kiss ro the side of her head, shifting so that she's tucked against his chest, her head resting against his shoulder as his thumb traces circles against her spine.
She giggles, twisting to nose at his jaw, all too aware of Gray watching them in an odd combination of intrigue and disgust. Lucy resists rolling her eyes. As if she hasn't seen Gray do worse than a little cuddling. At least he didn't have to see her drunkenly make out with someone at the last Christmas party. She would give anything to erase that image of Gray and Loke from her mind.
All she wanted was her coat, not a free strip show a la Loke.
"Hi, Natsu," she murmurs back, pressing her lips to the side of his neck, smirking when she hears Gray gagging behind them.
He nuzzles into her hair, resting his cheek against her crown and practically purring when her toes drag along the backs of his calves, Lucy's grip around him tightening just the slightest. "I woke up and you were gone," he slurs, clearly still half-asleep. She's not surprised. If Natsu doesn't get up early the first time, he can sleep in until noon.
There's a soft jingling sound as Happy pads across the floor, the bell on his collar announcing his presence. The little cat trills as he sees them, hopping onto the counter beside Lucy and brushing his cheek against her arm before stretching, his sharp nails poking at her bare thigh.
Natsu gently moves him away from Lucy, one of his hands dropping down to play with the hem of her borrowed shirt, a finger dipping below the fabric to tickle her upper thigh, Natsu clearly uncaring of his roommate standing right next to him.
Lucy hums as she thinks of a response, lost in the feeling of his finger tracing teasing circles against her thigh, making her shift slightly as anticipation floods through her. "You fell back asleep and I was sticky," she says simply, voice muffled by his shoulder. She presses a chaste kiss to his sweat-slicked skin, tasting the salt clinging to him as she wrinkles her nose.
"You two are gross," Gray informs them, looking two seconds away from drowning himself in the sink as he glares at them, abandoning his coffee mug in disgust.
Natsu snorts, shooting Gray a nasty look that she can't see. "No one fucking asked you, Dickwad," he hisses, fingers slipping a bit higher on her thigh, almost to the point of being inappropriate, but Lucy finds she doesn't really give a damn about any of that.
She has to smother a laugh against his shoulder, hearing Gray gasp and prepare some insult that's going to spark an all out war in the kitchen, something Lucy really doesn't want to deal with so early in the morning. "Natsu, be nice," she warns him, pulling back from his embrace to send him a stern look, to which he groans and rolls his eyes before dipping his chin and catching her in a sweet kiss.
"Can you two not?" Gray hisses at them, tossing what looks like a grape at Natsu's head. It bounces off, dropping to the counter, and Happy immediately begins batting it around, trilling loudly when he knocks it off the counter. "I'm kind of trying to eat here."
Natsu grunts into their kiss, flipping off Gray and kissing her a bit harder, only pulling back when Lucy gently pushes him away with a hand on his chest. "Coffee isn't eating gray," she murmurs, smiling when Natsu leans in to nose at her cheek.
"Doesn't mean I want to watch you two make out," he grumbles, glaring at them over his cup.
Natsu flips him off and Lucy laughs, pulling Natsu back into her arms, holding him to her loosely until his own arms curl around her, practically crushing her against his front. He buries his face against her hair, slipping further between her legs until she hooks her knee around on of his legs, winding herself around him. "So what are your plans today?" Natsu asks, fingers pattering along her spine in a random pattern. "Anything interesting?"
"Errands" she murmurs, snorting. "So much fun." He laughs and she grins, hiding her smile against the side of his neck, nipping at him when he steals her lukewarm cup of coffee. He pinches her side in retaliation and she huffs, rolling her eyes. "You coming with me?"
Natsu snorts. "Obviously." He sets the mug down, pulling back enough to meet her eyes. "Just let me get ready to go, okay?" She nods and he ducks down to kiss her again, pressing their foreheads together gently before disappearing towards the bathroom, leaving her and Gray sitting in silence.
Lucy scratches Happy behind his ears, playing with the bell on his collar as she listens to Natsu's footsteps grow faint as he enters the bathroom. Immediately, she misses his presence, feeling colder without him pressed against her. He's always had an uncanny way of making her chest burst with warmth, Lucy feeling lighter whenever he's nearby. It's a silly thing, nothing more than her relying on him perhaps more than she should, but she wouldn't trade it for anything. He makes her feel safe, happy, and that's more than most people have ever done.
"You know," Gray murmurs once they hear the shower start up, "you two don't really act like you're just fucking."
Lucy pretends she doesn't hear him.
The day passes slowly for Natsu, the minutes dragging along as he follows Lucy around town, hovering behind her as she does whatever she needs to do. He doesn't ask, just tails along behind her, letting her pull him around as he thinks about his next fight, the two of them settling into a comfortable silence.
He has two weeks before his next match, and he knows Laxus is going to kick his ass every day until then, making him run at least one extra mile every day. He doesn't imagine he'll be seeing Lucy much until then, which mildly upsetting, but he figures they might be able to work something out. Laxus is an asshole, but he isn't entirely heartless. Besides, Lucy is his cousin, so he's sure she might be able to swing something. Though, he'll probably get his ass kicked for sleeping with his trainer's cousin.
Not the smartest move on his part, but Natsu has no regrets.
At this point, he'll try to enjoy Lucy's company for as long as he can, and hope Laxus doesn't strangle him, should he find out. Lucy would kick the shit out him if he hurt Natsu though, so he thinks he should be safe. Laxus is kind of a coward when it comes to Lucy—Natsu opts to ignore the fact that she terrifies him too—so he wouldn't dare beat up Natsu for deflowering her, or whatever other shit Laxus would say he did.
Natsu maintains that he's done absolutely nothing wrong. Besides, she's the one that jumped him this morning, and she didn't seem to have any complaints about last night or any of the other times they've fucked around. He's pretty sure if she didn't like it she would just bash him over the head and tell him to get fucked. Lucy's kind of a kick some ass and take some names kind of girl, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't adore that about her.
It's nearly ten at night when they find themselves in South Gate Park, waiting for the meteor shower to begin. They hadn't known it was tonight until only a few hours ago, when Erza texted them wondering if they'd all like to get together at her and Jellal's flat to watch. Natsu politely—well, as politely as he ever talks to Erza—declined, wanting to spend the night with his favorite person, instead of crowded together with his drunk friends.
He loves his friends, he really does, but sometimes they're a bit too much.
Natsu's gaze shifts from the dark sky, the stars the only light in the park, and glances up at the old Sola Tree, squinting to see Lucy through the leaves. She blends into the pale, gnarled bark, so hidden he can barely see her except for the shimmer of her gold hair, her shadow moving through the branches.
Shaking his head, he follows her with his eyes, expression soft as he hears her giggle from above. He hasn't the slightest idea what drove her to climb to the top of the tree, but it's been fun watching her, Lucy looking much younger than she has in years—happier.
He winces, lips twisting into a frown, and tenses when he hears her squeak as she slips on a branch, catching herself easily. It takes him a moment to relax, and Natsu sighs through his nose as he watches her.
High school wasn't a good time for her, between her mother dying and her issues with her father. He'd practically broken once, in senior year. Lucy was trying so hard to maintain her high GPA, but her father still wasn't satisfied, berating her for a poor test score in her calculus class. They had a bad fight one night over it, Jude Heartfilia pressuring her to do better. And Lucy, she pushed herself until she couldn't take it anymore.
She ended up in the hospital one night, exhausted and dehydrated, and they kept her over night. Her father never showed up, but Natsu did. He was terrified when she called him, asking if he would stay with her. Natsu packed a bag and was out the door in less than five minutes, keeping her on the phone until he could see her.
He stayed with her all night, refusing to leave her side.
He never forgave her father for that. Natsu doesn't think he ever will.
"Lucy," he calls up to her, watching her through the leaves as she worms her way up onto a higher branch, "if you fall out of that tree, I'm not catching you." There's a clear warning in his voice, but his smile is only teasing, a glimmer in his eyes when she peeks down at him and sticks out her tongue, giggling.
"That's not very nice, Natsu," she chides, scoffing, but crawling back down the tree to sit on a low-hanging branch, close enough for him to see her. Her legs swing back and forth slowly, and Natsu's greedy eyes trail across her naked skin. The pale moonlight turns her skin a milky shade, and he knows just how soft those legs feel beneath his finger tips.
He shrugs and Lucy rolls her eyes, picking at one of the small, pink blossoms on the tree, plucking on it's flowers and letting it drift down towards him. "Such a gentleman," she murmurs, sarcasm thick in her words, and Natsu pouts, holding out his arms and beckoning for her to come back to him.
She grins down at him, biting her lip as she considers her options, but eventually slips down from the low branch, dropping several feet to the ground with ease. Natsu tenses as she hits the ground, but calms a moment later as Lucy steps over to their blanket, the stars glinting overhead. He reaches for her and Lucy falls into him easily, settling on top of him with her legs on either side of his hips, much like she did this morning.
The thought makes him inhale sharply, his hands gripping at her bare thighs as he drags her higher on his hips, making her giggle. She leans down to give him a quick kiss, grinding down on him, and Natsu grunts as her hips rock against his. Lucy sighs into his mouth and he swallows the sound, a groan tearing from him as Lucy trails her lips along his jaw.
"You're gonna kill me one of these days," he grumbles, hands sliding up Lucy's sides as her lips trail across his jaw in soft, sweet kisses. Her hips circle against his, Lucy grinding down against him, and he snorts, a grin pulling at his lips.
He has no idea what he's going to do with this girl. He thought his own libido is high, but Lucy certainly gives him a run for his money. Natsu honestly can't get enough of her—of any part of her. He finds himself wanting to taste her skin at the worse times, wanting to feel her move against him, her fingers trembling against his face and her legs squeezing his hips. He likes hearing her heart pound in time with his, her chest pressed tightly to his as they curl around each other.
"Maybe a little," she whispers against his cheek, nuzzling against him gently as his fingertips slip beneath her shirt, tracing across her skin slowly as her peruses the soft expanse of her stomach, the urge to taste her curling through his veins. He tugs at her shirt, letting his fingertips drag along her sides as he pulls up her tank-top. She squirms in his lap, arching into his chest as he sits up, a hand on her lower back to keep her steady.
She allows him to tug her shirt off over her head, Natsu dropping it onto the blanket beside them before pulling her tight against his chest when she shivers. Lucy's arms loop around his neck, and her lips come back to meet his as she presses several chaste kisses to his mouth, making him laugh.
Natsu's briefly considers that they probably shouldn't be undressing in a public park, but he reasons that the Sola Tree is secluded. No one ever comes out this far. Besides, they're the only ones out here, the night too chilly for anyone to be out.
Lucy quells his thoughts as she rolls her hips against his semi-aroused member, her fingers winding through his hair.
"Fuck, Lucy," he whispers against her, hips jerking against hers involuntarily. She sighs against him, and her hands slide low on his back, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging on it, silently beckoning him to remove it. Natsu grins against her mouth, hesitantly prying his hands from her skin and letting them join hers at his waist. Together, they wriggle his shirt up his frame, the two of them fumbling and smiling against each other, both loath to release each others lips.
His shirt is dropped beside hers, and Natsu pulls her back to him, pressing her to his chest with one hand as he rolls them over, gently guiding her back to rest on the blanket as he leans over her. Lucy sighs as his weight settles on top of her, her hands cupping his cheeks as he rubs himself against her.
Natsu breaks from her mouth to drag his lips down the side of her throat, nosing at her ear gently. "You know," she muses, running her fingers through his hair and tilting her head to the side for him. "I didn't think you'd let me stay on top this morning." There's something bitter about the way she says it, as if there's the memory of something sour on her tongue.
Pulling away from her soft skin, Natsu presses up on his elbows to stare down at her, "Why wouldn't I?" he mumbles, reaching up to brush her hair away from her eyes, letting his hand linger against her cheek. She leans into him, her hand coming up to cover hers, and his heart swells when she presses a gentle kiss against his palm before cuddling into him.
She peeks up at him shyly, and Natsu dips down to press a reassuring kiss against the corner of her mouth, his fingers slipping through hers as he tangles the two of them together.
Lucy shrugs, hesitating, and his frown only deepens. "Some guys don't like that," she murmurs, and he snorts, eyes narrowing. He knows Lucy's had some pretty shit boyfriends in the past, but he has no idea how someone wouldn't adore having her on top of them, watching her as she moves and gasps, head thrown back and hips working against his slowly.
There was something calm about it, unfamiliar and soft, almost sweet, and Natsu knows he'll never be able to forget the image of her settled over him like that.
"Some guys are stupid," he reminds her, nosing at her jaw as she giggles, her free hand winding through his hair. Their entwined hands slip from her face, coming to rest beside her, and Natsu shifts his grip so that he can squeeze her palm in his, smiling when she squeezes back twice as hard.
He dips his chin, his free hand teasing the skin of her waist as he steals a kiss, then another and another until he doesn't dare break away from her, content with the way his lungs burn, his heart pounding beneath his ribs. Lucy hums against his lips, sighing as his hips roll against hers.
They aren't hurried like they have been in the past, moving against each other slowly, weaving together like they belong that way. Natsu pulls away from her lips to trail his mouth down the front of her neck, listening to her gasp and coo as his lips scrape down her throat. Her fingers squeeze around his, and Lucy whispers his name to the sky, praise on her lips.
Natsu places a gentle kiss between the valley of her breasts, glancing up at her and locking their gazes as his lips trail to the right, following the lining of her bra. He nips at her skin, Lucy shivering beneath him, and presses a soothing kiss against the reddening spot, feeling her heart pound beneath his lips.
Her hand slides around to the scar on his throat, fingers trembling against him, and Natsu trails kisses back down to the center of her chest before moving lower.
The tip of his nose drags across the smooth skin of her belly, Lucy's stomach dipping away from his touch as she giggles. Grinning, Natsu presses a kiss just above her bellybutton, hand smoothing up and down her side, ghosting across her ribs and making her shiver. Natsu drinks in the taste of her, kissing her with teeth and tongue until she's panting beneath him, soft whimpers the only sound breaching the silence around them.
Her shorts are added to their pile quickly, neither of them paying any mind to the stars beginning to fall around them, one or two dotting the sky at once, barely noticeable. His thumb drags across the fabric between her legs and Lucy whispers his name, something needy in her tone as she drags him back up to meet her.
Her legs curl around his hips, the pair of them slowly worming down his jeans, Natsu kicking them off to be forgotten until they leave for the night. He settles against her, Lucy's body soft beneath his, pliant and willing as she winds around him, mouth meeting his in a gentle kiss. Her fingers skim down his chest, ghosting across his ribs before slipping back up, threading through his hair and holding him tightly against her. The hand locked with his squeezes around his fingers, and Lucy sighs into him, warming his bones. His hand slips beneath the fabric on her lower half, tickling her bare hip and he presses against her. Teeth nip at her lower lip, teasing her, and he smiles.
He growls against her, shuddering as she sucks his lower lip into her mouth, tongue grazing it lightly. Groaning against her, Natsu tears his lip from her grasp, resting his forehead against hers as he pants, eyes blinking open to lock with hers, gaze burning. Natsu's lips go back to hers, softer this time, sweeter, his tongue sliding across the seam of her lips slowly. She smiles against his mouth, lips parting in order to let him in, her entire body shaking with a sigh as his tongue sweeps into her mouth, running across the back of her teeth and trailing over the roof of her mouth—everywhere all at once.
Her hand slips down to cup his face, fingers stroking his cheeks gently. Her hips circle against his slowly, surprising him into a groan, and Natsu shifts the fabric between them, baring more of their skin. He pulls back slowly, reluctantly, his forehead pressing against hers, both of them breathing heavily. She murmurs his name, pulling him down to her.
Lips meet her skin once more, hot wet kisses trailing over her jaw and down her neck, then back up, over her cheek and then to her ear, nibbling at the lobe and making her wriggle against his lower half, back arching into him as he murmurs her name against her skin, tongue flicking out to taste her.
Her legs squeeze around his waist, tugging him forward, and his free hand slides back up her thigh, skimming over her hip before slipping around to her back, pressing her more intimately against him. He sighs, content as her hips move against his slowly, languidly, nothing but him and her and the stars. She breathes against his skin, mouth moving along his jaw, touching, but never quite kissing.
Natsu rocks against her then, barely touching her, and she gasps his name, needy hips pressing into his as she arches her back. He skims over her slit and she gives a shuddery exhale, quivering as he rolls against her, slipping inside with one slow thrust, both of them wanting and ready. A low sound rumbles in his chest, vibrating into her own from where they lie, wound so tightly together that the line between where one stops and the other begins blurs.
Time passes, the night growing lighter as the stars explode, showering the Sola Tree in light. Her hips circle against his slowly and he whispers her name, voice hoarse and breathy. She squeezes around him, arching into him, and he holds her tighter, desperate as she comes apart in his arms, squeezing the hand locked with hers. A low, keening sound spills from her lips, but his mouth swallows the sound, his hips rocking against hers.
Lucy shudders beneath him, boneless as she comes down from her high, fingers tracing the angles of his face slowly.
She whispers his name and he twitches above her, trembling as he groans low in his throat, her name on his lips. Natsu sighs as his forehead drops onto her shoulder, spilling himself deep inside her. His arms slip around her back as he pulls her into a soft embrace, breathing heavily. He hovers over her, letting her wrap herself around him, curling into his chest and burying herself inside his ribs. Her thumbs rub circles into his shoulder blades as she nuzzles his ear, feeling him breathe her name against her.
It's later, the two of them wrapped up in their blanket, Lucy cuddled against his chest as they watch the sky explode with light, a thousand meteors shooting across the park, that Natsu realizes he's never felt more at home. He traces a lazy pattern across her back, an arm curved around her and holding her loosely against his side, nose buried against her hair. Lucy's palm settles against his rapidly beating heart, feeling his pulse pound beneath her touch. Her breath ghosts his ribs, and Natsu plays with her golden hair, twirling it around his finger as Lucy counts his ribs, feeling the uneven curves and dips of formerly broken bones.
She shudders, nosing at his side almost apologetically, and decorates his skin with butterfly kisses, soothing the bruises dotting his skin, small and faded from his last fight, but still present against his sides.
He knows she isn't looking forward to his next fight, knowing she doesn't like to watch, but she'll be there anyway, waiting for in the crowd. She doesn't say a word about his bruises or the bumps where ribs were fractured, only tucks herself closer against his side, soothing him with her cool fingers.
The shower comes to an end near two in the morning, one or two dotting the sky, harder to find but no less beautiful. Watching one pass over head, Lucy curled against him, dozing against his chest, Natsu decides to take a chance and make a wish.
AN: Hey, so if y'all like this could you maybe review it? I don't mean to sound desperate, but chapter 3 got like 1/2 the reviews of chapter 2, and if reviews keep dropping, this will probably go on hiatus while i work on something else.