So sorry for this slow update! Today it´s rainy and a little bit of thunder so it was a perfect day to write this.
A dragon slayer has one purpose – defeating dragons. It doesn´t matter which shape or size, when the dragons make any harm that's the ending line for them. That's why dragons started to teach the mages about their killing technique. Building a killing machine that strong so somebody could save the humanity in case of danger. But when the weapon takes over the body and when the reasons become too big for the soul, there´s no point in trying to understand the humans thinking. It´s gone, all sense and sensibility washed away just to see the bigger picture.
Maybe that's why he did it; he might not be feeling the same or just scared for whatever he is feeling. My mom once told me that a shadow is nothing more than our body´s companion, maybe she didn´t want me to know about the little dark pieces that surround us. They might exist in us all, nobody can be pure white without a shadow of a doubt.
Lucy put down her pencil, she watched the words over and over again. Feeling more disgusted for every sentence, each thought and guessing. A loud signal outside made her shut the book and observe as the little boat went by in the canal outside her window, very fast and noisy.
Just a week had past, a long and horrible week since that stupid dragon slayer came into her life again without any warning, and then left again just as fast. The worst was that he had left something with her, a little piece she couldn´t live without. But what hurt the most was that if he showed up in this room right now she didn't even have the strength to be made at him, pathetic and lovesick. How ironic that she would be the one sulking and waiting around, she always saw herself like a strong independent woman. Someone that wouldn´t be in this situation right now. But every night she dreamt about that moment, that single night in her life when the trouble didn´t seem to catch her. Natsu was back, holding her in his arms. His usual way of not listen to her, just going his own path because he was felt like it.
"Don´t hate me anymore Luce." He had whispered in her ear, feeling his hand around her neck keeping her close to his face as he watched her firmly.
"I couldn´t even if I tried." She answered him, waiting for his next move.
He could feel her excitement as he kissed her again and smiled wide.
"Have you ever been with a man before?" he asked straight out, making her stiff and uncomfortable.
Here she was, 24 years old and still never managed to take that step into adulthood. Was there something wrong with her for not being attracted of her previously boyfriends in that way?
"No" she said very low, feeling though like she was screaming. "Not that it´s any of your businesses." She felt like she had to defend herself when meeting those dark eyes of his.
Natsu didn´t seemed pleased though, sure she felt inexperienced but it was Lucy, she was always a little odd in the good way. But he never thought that she was that innocent, she definitely had the body and charm for every man to fall for.
He kissed her forehead, and took a step back, even if his whole body protested for that little movement.
"You´re sweet Lucy, but I can´t be your first."
"And why not?" Lucy demands to know, not really knowing where it was going or how she got there. That damned Natsu had her wrapped around his fingers and couldn´t make her heart stop beating. Of course she didn´t want to do it in a dirty forest, but the worst was that her body had betrayed her before when he kissed her and it would do it again, that scared her almost to death.
"Because I can´t promise to be your last. I´m not boyfriend or husband material, that's not my kind of future!"
Lucy studied his determined face, how he had shut himself down for any kind of emotion.
"Fine." She said, taking a step closer and wrapped her arms around his body. "Prove it to me, prove that you´re just that coldhearted dragon you pretend to be." She kissed him slowly, feeling him relaxing a little more.
"I´m not staying." He said, gasping for air.
"I know." She answered, helping him off with the vest.
"You can´t come with me either." He kept on, taking away her short shirt and almost burning of the black skirt.
"What if I followed you?" she mumbled, having a difficult time with his belt. He helped her and then pressed her back against the nearest tree, finally managed to feel her soft skin against his palms, making him react more aggressive.
"You just can´t." he answered, finally got her underwear away and felt her breast against his hot body, his temperature had been rising since she started to touch him and he had to clean his brain for a second, just not to burn her.
"Final warning, we can still stop" he mumbled, though he really didn´t know how to and couldn´t bring himself to quit touching or kissing her neck, breast or lips.
"I don´t care…"
He felt her body, she was almost gone in a fussy mist and didn´t seem to have any brain function left, he just went with her body and it felt good. Almost too good, he never remember feeling this way and had hard to think straight as he pressed her against him and the tree behind, not wanting to hurt the blonde stellar mage.
The next morning she felt sore, cold and very lonely. Almost forgetting why she had woke up in the middle of the forest and then remembering the night like a fist punch in the stomach. How idiotic to think that he still be here, he had warned her before and showed himself be just as cold as they had told her. Worst thing was that she also felt blissful and that little silver lining really annoyed her as she got herself properly dressed and started to walk home.