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~ Tenth ~

-Natsu-

"Natsu! Get out of the bathroom! Why the hell have you been in there for half an hour? You're a man! You shampoo, you rinse, and you get out. Unless that intruder came along and stole your crown and family jewels at the same time as your magic and somehow turned you into a woman."

Living with Luce is…interesting? Complicated? Going to kill me slowly?

Yes, all of the above. I sleep next to her most nights and have to hide the erections that I get after the ridiculously intimate dreams I have of her. I am rock hard even before I wake up most mornings.

Which brings me to my solution. Which isn't working out so well this morning, because the universe has decided that I've had too much good luck in the past and is now out to get me.

How am I supposed to jerk one off in the shower - while making no noise - when Lucy is continually yelling at me? You would think that her shrieking would deflate the problem, but no. The fact that she's all fiery and spirited is apparently something I like.

I have been in a state of perpetual half-mast all morning. It's not my fault she walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a certifiable wash cloth around her body. Nor is it my fault she moaned really loudly when she got into the bath. Everything she does, from flipping her hair over her shoulder to drinking a damn smoothie at the guild turns me right the fuck on.

Hence the long shower. Which was supposed to be cold, but my body heat keeps the water at a nice temperature between 'scalding' and 'fresh lava' when I'm aroused.

I might have to talk to that stupid Ice Princess at the guild today to help me cool down.

'UGH he will probably be naked again.' I have no wish to see his snowballs if I can help it.

Instantaneously my problem is gone. Who would have thought the mental image of another man's flaccid penis would be an instant boner killer. I'll have to remember that for next time.

"Oh Gooods…Natsuuuu…I have to peeeeee."

Luce is moaning again. I just sigh, my problem is back. Goddammit!

"For Mavis' sake Luce, stop yelling through the door! Go make breakfast or something, I'm taking longer because you're annoying me, and I'm doing this just to spite you." This isn't far from the truth. Sort of.

I hear her retreat from the door mumbling about 'panties in a twist'.

I look down at my throbbing member. Alright, it's time to deal with this damn thing and get out.

Grabbing the bar of soap, I lather my body up, making sure to hit all the important areas. With a really tiny groan I curl my fist around the shaft and pump from base to tip, going slowly to minimize the sound. It wouldn't do for Luce to figure out what I'm up to in here. Her kick is killer and I need all the brain cells that I have left.

Thinking about Lucy just gets me harder. Her smell, flowery and inviting, just subtle enough to keep me on the edge of sanity every time I get a whiff. In that office, we were close enough that I could pick up her scent, but it was darker, dangerously enticing. I just wanted to drag my tongue up her neck to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.

After the last meeting, I couldn't stop thinking about the feel of the soft skin of her hand in mine, and it pushed my mind to more carnal places. I desperately want her hand wrapped around me instead of my own, stroking me, pulling me towards that brink that I desire. I want to watch as the water slides down the curve of her throat and the plane of her stomach. I want to see her wet with anticipation and hear her breathing hitch as I slide into her core.

"Gods…Luce…" I want her to be here with me, I want to see the lust in her eyes as she pleads with me to touch her. I want to slam her into the back wall of the shower and plunge into her without mercy. I want to hear her scream and cry out for more, I know, with every part of me that I long for that day.

My breathing picks up, I'm close enough to that edge that all I have to do is close my eyes and picture her underneath me. Flushed pink with pleasure and writhing.

I want to make her to beg for me to let her cum. I want to feel her spasm around me and pull me over the edge with her.

Rocking into my hand, my rhythm changes sporadically. She's all I can see, all sweat slicked skin and breathy moans. I want her to yell in ecstasy and cry out my name. Yes, that is everything I want.

"Fuck…shit Luce…I want you so bad…" My whispers sound desperate in the muggy air.

So close. All I want it is to get over that cliff.

"Yes…Gods yes…you are so f-fucking perfect…" I thrust into my hand three more times as fast as I can. With a low groan, I paint one of the walls of the shower with streams of white, my knees buckle slightly from the effects of the orgasm.

With a sigh, I wash off the soap and the wall, turn the water off, and step out of the now freezing shower. I can't believe that is the third time in three days that I've had to do that to just function around her without going bat shit crazy.

She's going to be the death of me, because I know, even without my memories, that I want her. I crave everything that it Lucy. I want her skin on mine, I want to suck on her nipples until they're red, and I want to burry my face between her thighs and drown myself in her center.

Dammit, the bastard down below has woken up looking for a warm place to hide...again. I drag my hand down my face and comb through my unruly hair. "Shit shit shit."

"I swear to all the Gods that if you don't get your flaming ass out of the bathroom in thirty seconds I will piss on the fucking floor!" Ugh…with the wining again.

"AND I will make you clean it up!"

This is going to be a long damn day.

-Lucy-

I watch Natsu out of the corner of my eye. Ever since our last meeting with the Master, I seem to be thinking about him more often, like whether or not he would let me lick is delicious looking abs.

You know, strange things like that. Everyone must feel this way about their best friend once and a while.

Right?

"Luce, why are you staring at me? Your face is looking weirder than normal." I turn to fully look at him.

Which was my biggest mistake because someone let him borrow some of Gray's old clothes that are just the tiniest bit too tight on his torso and arms. The simple black t-shirt looks painted on, and the jeans are lying low on his hips. I only have myself to blame for this one.

"I am not staring at you, and I'm not weird!" Truthfully I feel weird. I feel like I want to rub my hands all over his glorious body while feeding him fire. Which is weird.

I have no reservations anymore. My mind has taken the official nose dive into the gutter and try as I might I can't rip it out. All I can think about now is how good his arms would feel wrapped around me, or how edible his ass looks in those pants.

I think I am actually drooling.

Over Natsu. Which in itself is also slightly weird.

I know that nothing can happen right now, because he doesn't have his memories, which is the bigger problem here and not my horniness that seems to keep my libido cranked up to eleven around the clock. All the damn time. I can't even escape it in my sleep. Just last night I had a dream of him stalking me with a can of whip cream telling me it was time for him the 'eat his dessert.'

Truthfully, I am a touch concerned about what will happen when we get Natsu's magic back. Will he revert back to oblivious Natsu? Or will he continue on this path of…Sexy Natsu? I'm enjoying the way he looks at me, like he needs me. I have already come to terms with the fact that I want him.

I want him so desperately I am soaking through all my good underwear on a daily basis.

Like right now, he's eyeing me like I'm a four course meal and he can't wait to devour me. A sexy, confident smirk, very reminiscent of Sting or Laxus, plastered on his stupid handsome face.

'Huh, maybe he's taking lessons behind my back?'

"Uhm…I'll be right back. I need some fresh air…or something. Wait here and we can go to the meeting with the others in a couple minutes." I practically fly away from the bar towards the front door of the guild. I need to stand outside and take some nice, deep, cleansing breaths. Somewhere away from Natsu. Far, far away.

I almost made it outside.

Key word, almost. Because as I open the front door I hear three distinct growls behind me and am met with the visage of a man with a singular indigo eye staring right into mine.

"Well, are you going to let us in, Blondie?"

What the fuck is Cobra doing here!?