CHAPTER ONE:
Author's note: omg this is going to be my first writing smut xD I hope you guys like this and this is not part of Hiro Mashima's arcs however I am using the well known ship NaLu. By the way no smut here yet ;)
THE FIRE DRAGON SLEEPS BESIDE A SALMON-HAIRED BOY; The little boy's chest rises up and down like the dragon's heavy breath. Tomorrow's the day, he whispered to himself as he stares to his adopted son. He taught so much to the little boy that the only thing he needs to do is to leave the boy. His presence has been detected of those who oppose the greater magic which is why he decides to abandon this child who loves him too dearly.
"This boy's such a heavy baggage," He mutters while looking up the nippy atmosphere. The moon strikes down at his scaly face to remind him that he shouldn't worry because the landscape's beautiful— birds chirping out and about like it's a synchronized opera and a nearby river he can play with Natsu tomorrow.
These thoughts are suddenly cut off when Natsu mutters a heartbreaking statement, "Let's play tomorrow, Igneel." Oh how can I explain this to him? Igneel sighs.
Despite learning the arts of dragon slaying he knows that he has to teach this one lesson that a parent should teach to their children: sex education or in Dragon terms: mating season.
Mating season is a familiar topic to dragons like him, however; it isn't to naïve boys like Natsu. He intended to tell Natsu of what it is but he knows that Natsu would take it the wrong way. Shit, there's only a few hours before daybreak. He casts a small portion of his magic to create an obsidian-colored gem with ancient runes that can be read by those who have been taught of the ways of the dragons (or in short: dragon slayers). He engraves his name on the lower side of the purple gem. At last, he finishes the instructions of Saison des Amours
"Farewell, Natsu." He stands up and stretches. He breathes his last for a long hibernate he shall cast upon himself and to all the dragons. His maroon shaded scales glisten the morning light and the magic that he projects then in result for the little boy sleeping's face to change. Igneel closes his eyes as his body becomes a transparent projection. The last traces of him were his scent and little did he know that Natsu will never forget the day he left.
IT WAS TEN MINUTES AFTER MIDNIGHT and a dark shadow glissades through the clear night. Only those who are awake of tonight would know that the footsteps they hear on their roof was Natsu Dragneel. Little boys and girls would not date to look at him straight in the eye for his eyes are filled with lust. He was unusual tonight.
"Where is she…?" He scowls like a hungry wolf scavenging for food. He shakes uncontrollably for he wants something. How is it even possible that black eyes like can even have a darker hue? Who knows what could have happened to him but this boy wants to go to a certain somebody's apartment. His whole body seems to be following a huge cloud blocking his judgment.
It took him quite awhile to reach the apartment. He was acting too queer that scratch marks were carved on the sides of Lucy's apartment. He was excited for the familiar scent of fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate was strong here. "Luce…" He grumbles.
Looking around, he expected cold air coming from the bedroom but it was unusually quiet and too immaculate that the place hasn't accumulated any speck of dust. Of course… He snarls at the memory that's formulating on his mind. Lucy was on a mission with Erza. He remembers that this mission would pay a lot despite if it would show some abnormal amount of skin coming from her. He didn't much care at seeing Lucy wearing skimpy clothes but the thought of her in lingerie only made him crave for her. He couldn't think and he didn't care. At all. He had no idea why he feels like this but to rid this curse is to do it once and for all.
Lingerie… Or so they say. A memory recollects in his mind when Mirajane told him that men like seeing women in lingerie for it was sexy and imagining Lucy wearing it only gave him the hots. He wasn't really a visual thinker so he strides like the undead towards Lucy's bedroom. The moment he opens the door, the fresh scent of Lucy is still here. It was such a huge turn-on but little does he know what it can do to him.
He remembers where Lucy placed all her clothes. It was on the far corner right of her small four-walled room. The oakwood closet stands with pride and it was a temptation that Natsu can hardly resist. Natsu wants to peek in and just take the freshest of Lucy's scent: her clothes. He wants all of it and the cloud that's blocking her mind just tells him to smell it. Oh what a pervert he has become.
Natsu's rough hands touch the tip of her clothes but he remembers that Lucy has a pair of underwear she would usually wear. It was lace and he remembers Lucy telling him to not take it.
"Oi Natsu! You can touch anything in my closet but never ever try to play around with the lacy underwear. It costs a lot! A lot more than the rent…" Lucy reminds Natsu however Natsu has the lack of interest to talk about fashion.
"Yeah yeah… who cares about that stupid underwear? You don't need underwear when you fight. You just need your fists and your will to fight!" Natsu and Happy eat the best of Lucy's foods.
Now he cares for it and he wants it. His hands dig deep within the cabinet and he finds the lace underwear Lucy's been wearing frequently. Oh he wants it and he visualizes Lucy wearing it. A lot of images flashed inside his mind that he could not ride now. It's too great and the pleasure he's experiencing is even better. It feels like winning against tremendous foes. Each minute passed and the bulge he has been trying to cover can no longer be concealed. Oh thank god Lucy wasn't here; he would be too ashamed for Lucy to see what he's experiencing right now.
Lucy would be back for two more days and it wouldn't be called stealing If you brought her underwear back… right? He took advantage of her absence by taking the underwear she loves the most. Natsu scamper through the night… with a lace underwear. Children would wonder why on earth would this fire mage be holding such clothing.