~ Lucy ~
I knew he was panicking. I could feel it. But I'm kind of frozen at the moment; stunned deaf and dumb at his announcement. Natsu loves me. I'm his freaking mate, made specifically for him. Oh. My. God. I'm going crazy, hallucinating from hunger and dehydration. This cannot be happening. There is just no way. Weak little Lucy matched up to this dragon slayer with the strength of gods and heart as pure as gold? Fate would not be that cruel to him, pairing him up with someone who's only skill is to be a hindrance to him, constantly in need of rescue. It wouldn't make sense.
I watch in detached silence as his wings flap madly at his back, that handsome face I love flickering between terror and rage that he is obviously fighting to keep in check. Realization hits me in a blinding flash and I feel my heart clench again. He is terrified of me, of my reaction. The hell am I thinking? This is my Natsu, the dense idiot no one else could even put up with, the defender of all weak and strong alike with a capacity to care for those around him the likes of which Ive never seen. Maybe I'm not worthy of him. Maybe I am just going to end up a hindrance, but if he is mine I shouldn't be here trying to find excuses to deny it. I should be throwing all caution to the wind and accepting this damn dream and all the impossible joy I know it will bring me.
He may be darker, scalier, a bit more mysterious...but he is still my Natsu and I love him. Decision made I'm suddenly able to move again and in a swift motion shove him non too gently against a nearby tree to still his frantic wing movements before latching onto his collar bone, teeth nipping with enough force to stun him out of his panic. Soothing the sting with a swipe of my tongue I breath in that oh so missed scent of burning pine and muskiness unique to Natsu alone. No matter how hard I had tried I just could not recreate that specific scent with any campfire. A husky chuckle passes my lips as I realize just how lost I had been to have never noticed that I was even trying to recreate it. So much for getting over him...
"Why."
"Why?" His voice is a match to mine, baser but with an answering huskiness that sends my heart racing as I breath against his neck.
"Why did you fight it?"
"You don't love me Luce. It fucking shredded me inside. I just...didn't want to acknowledge it. It was easier to just leave things as they were and never know." Backing away a few paces I search his face before our eyes meet and I'm again entranced. Ive seen them darken with rage. Seen them alight with joy. Seen them drowning in sorrow. But seeing his eyes darken in desire is indescribable, transforming the boyishly handsome face into something brathtakingly beautiful even in its terrifying intensity.
"Nastu-"
"I know Luce. You don't have to say it. You don't love me, and I know I may have just ruined everything but if you'll just give it a chance I swe-"
"Ive always been in love with you." Satisfaction courses through me as I watch him freeze up, much in the same way I had when he had confessed to me moments ago. Amusement has my lips curling when he tries to speak but seems to be at a loss for words. Giving him time to process I watch silently as his head drops to his chest and a vibration of what I assume to be relief courses through him and all his muscles seem to relax. And then he has me. A surprised gasp leaves me as he spins our bodies and it is my turn to be shoved against the tree, though he does it a bit more gently then I had. Not that it keeps a hiss of pain from leaving my lips as my shirt rides up and raw flesh meets rough bark. Damn. Way to ruin the moment...it would be too much to hope he wouldn't notice.
~ Natsu ~
I really, really, REALLY don't want to stop and give her any more time to think, but that hiss was all about pain not pleasure and Lucy would always come before my own wants or needs. That's just the way it was, always had been and always would be. Sure I acted like a dense moron and often used to eat up her food and steal her bed, but I also knew how much she hated to eat alone, how cold and lonely she got during the nights when I wasn't there. It was in her nature to pretend it annoyed her, just as it was in mine to know what my mate needed even if she refuses to admit it. So, with more then a little reluctance, I pull myself away from her, easing her away from the tree with gentle guidance from my hands on her hips. She knows I heard the pained hiss and her frustrated sigh makes me grin, assuring me that though she wouldn't argue she was just as unhappy as I was about stopping.
When she opens those gorgeous eyes I find myself drowning in liquid chocolate, the swirls of desire darkening her gaze feeding the frenzy of need inside my body. Gods damn it Natsu focus! A quick shake of my head doesn't do much to alleviate the haze of want, but it does enough that I can focus on figuring out where she is hurt. Hands that had been planted gently but firmly on her hips begin a slow glide upward, catching on the fabric of her shirt and raising it up her stomach and over her head with feigned patience. Focus...gods shes perfect. Tearing my gaze away from the tempting display of cream covered in lace I move my eyes down to her stomach, desperately trying to ignore the clenching of desire in my own. Marring the creamy smooth flesh of her side are bruises, painting the skin purples and yellows that make me wince in sympathy.
"Shit Luce..." Dropping to my knees, desire now leashed as I take in her injuries my lips brush against those bruises, her sigh of pleasure tugging that leash but not breaking it. These may hurt, but they were not what had her hissing in pain moments ago. Nudging her hip with my nose I silently urge her to turn around, tsking as she obeys and I take in the scrapes and rashes decorating her lower back. My mouth moves over them, tongue laving it to coat it in saliva. Just like other animals dragons lick their wounds, special properties in the saliva helping to numb and heal minor injuries. I had done this to her a few times before, but she had been asleep during each and the worry of freaking her out almost has me stopping before I reason with myself that I can explain it to her later. Another sigh surprises me, this one of relieved pleasure, and my lips curl. That's all the thanks Ill ever need. Sitting back on my haunches I move to rise at the same time as she spins around, mouth instantly watering as I'm put face to face with those previously stated perfect breasts.
Subconsciously I lean forward, drawing her scent into my lungs with reckless abandon. Its stronger here I realize, even as my mouth meets smooth flesh, the warmth from her body nearly doubling that intoxicating scent in intensity. Moving slowly I trace just above the lace containing her skin, tongue gliding over her flesh before dipping into to crevice between them. Hearing her heart rate increase brings that leashed desire back to the forefront of my mind, my own heart pounding in my ears as it races to catch up.
Any semblance of control I once had snaps when those small hands land on my wings in an attempt to balance herself, the sheer alien pleasure pulsing rapidly through my veins and eliciting a gruff moan of pleasure from my lips. With little thought I bite down and rip that lace apart, snapping the hooks and tearing it from her body before she can even think to stop me, then chuckling at her delayed gasp. Seems my little Lucy is just as lost to the pleasure as I am if I'm able to take her off guard. Good. I want her off balance and dazed rather then thinking too much and trying to ruin the mood. She had a habit of doing that, overthinking things until she gets worried or frightened and backs off. Not this time. If I have my way she wont be able to think her name clearly let alone over think everything that has happened in the last half hour. My inner dragon rumbles his agreement at the thought, its instincts pounding through me to have my mate mindless and focused on me and me alone. Not a problem.
~ Shared POV ~
Lucy couldn't believe he had just done that. He ripped her bra off...with his teeth! Gods that was hot. She knew she would probably be annoyed later, but right now all it did was send a blast of pleasure down her spine. A dark chuckle is his only response to her gasp before he is nuzzling the soft mounds in front of him, tongue snaking out to bathe her skin and send shivers down her spine. Fingers tightening on his wings she tries in vein to balance herself on now shakey legs, a soft mewl of pleasure passing her lips and making her blush in embarrassment. When did Natsu get so sexy?
Natsu was having similar thoughts, his muscles flexing as the staggering pleasure from having those hands on his wings travels though his body. Combine that with the ecstasy of finally getting to taste her skin, feel how smooth and warm it is against his own...
"Fuck." The word is a breathless whisper against her skin followed by a deep growl as he eagerly takes one of the peaks into his mouth, fangs gliding over skin but careful not to break the surface even in his mindless excitement.
"Natsu!" The mewl is pleasure filled, the feeling of his mouth and teeth on her sensitive breasts sending her body into overdrive and short circuiting her brain. Her last coherent thought is that if he keeps growling like that this will be over way too soon. Each of those animalistic growls sends a bolt of pleasure straight to her stomach, the coiling tightness there weakening her knees and making it hard to focus on anything but the pleasure pain feeling it evoked. Panting now she glides her hands along his wings, following the delicate curve as far as she can reach before moving back to his shoulders when with a quick nip to her now pleasantly aching nipple he releases it in favor or tormenting the second. With a hoarse moan her wobbling legs finally give and she falls ungracefully into his lap, breath ragged and body humming in pleasure. The pain of twigs digging into her shins in forgotten before it is even acknowledged when she feels the thick ridge she had landed on, eyes clouded with want raising to meet his fathomless obsidian orbs.
Arrogant pride rushes through him when she collapses and he gets a look at her flushed face. Gods this woman was gorgeous. Those kiss swollen lips, that sweetly innocent blush gracing her cheekbones, those tempti-
All thoughts rush from his head when she moves against his lap, tentatively grinding herself against the hard ridge resting against his thigh. Nervousness shines like a beacon in her eyes but that doesn't stop her from continuing the torturous grinding motion, the ass he had spent hours admiring from behind on missions moving against his lap in little circular motions that are quickly driving him mad. Shifting so that she is straddling him rather then sitting in his lap one of her hands wrap around his shoulder to balance herself while the other snakes between their bodies to brush against him through his pants.
His groan startles her, hand snapping back and eyes raising to look at his face. Slitted eyes catch the worry in her gaze and he is quick to reassure her, voice rough but trying his best to be soothing. "Gods Luce...don't stop."
Though still nervous she is emboldened by his words as well as the thick purr of pleasure obvious in his voice and again moves her hand to brush over him, watching as his eyes close when she explores the shape of him. Curious now she strokes him once and then again, his groans urging her to continue the slow motion back and forth motion. Teeth nibbling her lower lips she moves her hand back upwards after a few minutes, fingers toying with the strings of his trousers as she peeks up at him through her lashes. Eager as ever Natsu answers her silent question with a predatory grin, a hand moving to make quick work of said laces without breaking eye contact with her own shy gaze.
