Two weeks later-

Natsu was acting weird. Or weirder rather.

Ever since that day she'd told him to bite her...that had been exactly what he had been doing. Every day, at all hours. He'd even started climbing into bed with her and leaving some teeth marks on her...most sensitive places. And what was worse was she hadn't even known he'd done it until morning came and she found some faded reddish teeth marks on the skin of her inner thighs, her breasts, her neck and shoulders-

She had even found one or two on the soft swells of her bottom!

Oh you sorry son of a- She thought as she marched herself out of the bedroom to do something horrible to him.

To say that she was displeased about the markings would be an understatement since she woke him up by punching him in the nuts. Something that had to be one of the worst way to wake up to the girl you loved. Really it was just aweful. Especially since it left Natsu curled up on the floor holding his wounded area and trying hard not to cry.

And what was worse was that he couldn't even get mad at her for it because-well, he had technically overstepped his bounds on leaving those marks on her body without permission.

So for a few days there he was on his absolute best behavior. Not that it mattered any since she was still pissed at him and took the time each day to smack him in the back of the head and growl at him for being a perv before stomping off.

That had been almost a week ago and now she was back to scampering away from him at the drop of a hat. It was as aggravating as it was vexing. And he had finally had enough. Now he was all for Rissa running wild and free if she needed the time or space, but the truth of the matter was that she was doing nothing now but running from him in the worst possible way.

And that was something that he just couldn't allow if they were ever going to have a happy home life. He understood her inital confusion, and even her denial but she couldn't hide behind those things anylonger.

So that night after dinner he waited until he knew she was in the bath and then quietly picked the lock on the bathroom door with one of his claws and stepped in and silently pushed the door closed behind him and shrugged off his vest.

Rissa was humming with her back to him, her dark hair was twisted up into a messy bun at the back of her head and she was sitting partially submerged in the water and he smiled and listened to her hum while he stripped.

She must have sensed he was there or something, because one moment he was enchanted by the loveliest sound he'd ever heard before and the next she was looking at him, her jaw slack as he dropped his pants and stepped out of them before bothering to say anything to her. And even then, all he could manage was a strangled and lame sounding, "I thought you could use someone to scrub your back."

She looked him over, her eyes traveling from his face to the width of his shoulders to the lean muscled frame of his body. Pausing briefly on the thick length hanging between his legs before she made a strangled sound and let herself sink under the bath water until she was completely submerged.

Rissa couldn't believe the gall of the man. He accosted her and molested her every god given chance he had after binding her to him. And now he was invading her space yet again. And why?

Well she figured he was fixated on her in some way which in itself wasn't good since dragon slayers were notorious for fixating on random things and-and... Well she didn't know what they did with them biut she could only imagine that his fixation was simular to the type he held for his treasure. Which might explain why he exchanged his flame with her...but that didn't mean that she had to frigging like it!

Her face heated up even more under the water and she felt the hysterical urge to laugh as she thought, Was he maybe trying to shed his dragonskin or something. As the mental image of a dry, scaley skinned Natsu rubbing himself against his gold coins, furniture, and even random people; filled her mind.

Making her want to laugh again as Natsu stepped up to the bath tub and looked down at her through the water and scratched his head.

Well, this was certainly unexpected. He mused as he wondered when she was going to come up for air. It had already been two minutes and he was sure that she'd need a breath any moment now. Not only that but he wondered about her lack of reaction.

Normally she would have screamed bloody murder, thrown something or called him a bastard and demanded that he put his frigging clothes on and get the hell out. But she hadn't done any of those things yet and he was uncertain on how to continue since the wrong thing could set her off in a rather unpleasant way. He waited a few more seconds and sighed and sat down on the edge of the tub and used his hand to motion for her to come up for air.

It was about time the two of them had a chat about their future. And she wasn't getting out of it by drowning herself.