A/N: Hello! School's been crazy for me, and it's probably only gonna get crazier from here on out. (Like Natsu and Lucy, I'm in my senior year right now.) So I decided that I need to get back on a schedule instead of writing during my free time because then I wouldn't get anything done. I'm thinking about doing two updates a month, on the first and the fifteenth. Sound good? I wish I could do weekly updates like I used to, but I just don't have the time.

Anyways, thank you to all of my lovely reviewers! The last chapter was so much fun to write (fluff city, much?), but hopefully this chapter is just as good. Things are starting to get... serious. Lemme know what you guys think! I hope you enjoy. :)

January

It was the night before the second semester of school started, and Lucy was wide awake. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Lucy spent many nights tossing and turning, especially since Natsu had started claiming a spot in her bed. Strangely enough, she'd gotten great sleep at his family's house over break. Maybe it was because she got to sleep surrounded in his bonfire scent. She'd stayed in his childhood bedroom while he took that couch downstairs. (Natsu had tried to sneak into bed with her one night, which did not go over well with Grandine.) Lucy had even napped on the bus after they'd left his family's house. Natsu had chosen to sleep back in his dorm when they got back home, and Lucy was exhausted from the ride back to Magnolia. She'd passed out the second her head hit the pillow. But strange… feelings had woken her from sleep.

Everything felt hot. Her face, her chest, the coil tightening in her stomach. There was no part of her that wasn't on fire. The ghost sensation of water sliding down her skin threw her off, but when she checked her covers her bed was still dry. It felt like she was in the shower? Euphoria soon sliced through all rational thought, and Lucy could do nothing but throw her head back and feel. What's going on?

Lucy's thighs quivered as she felt the heat in her belly expand and the muscles clench tighter. She could feel hands skimming down her stomach, going lower and lower. They were warm and rough and-

"Oh!"

Lucy's hips bucked, and desperation flooded her bones. Her arousal was intense, twisting and knotting and growing until it was almost too much to bear. Gods, it felt- It felt so-

Good.

"Ah!"

And Lucy was shaking. It felt like someone was there, with her. Someone hot and heady, unrelenting in their administrations. She knew that no one was there. She was alone in bed, and only the darkness of her bedroom accompanied her. But she gave into the fantasy, roaming her hands over her own body and pretending they were his. With only the dim moonlight as her witness, Lucy let herself whisper Natsu's name as she gave into the sensations. She whimpered into her pillow as she became overwhelmed by the flames that burned her. It muffled the sound when she cried out for the final time, waves of pleasure rippling through her. She was left gasping, wondering what in the hell had just happened.

"Did I just…?"

Oh, yeah. She did. She'd done it once or twice before (because the heat and lust that plagued her sometimes got too intense to bear). But Lucy had never had anything like that happen before, and it was totally intense and completely out of nowhere. It became nearly impossible to sleep after that, her mind in a flurry. What exactly brought that on? She couldn't get over the sensation of being touched. Had it just been her own love and lust and yearning that'd made her think of Natsu? If so, her imagination had grown even more vivid than she'd ever remembered it being. Those hands had felt exactly like his, with the heated, calloused skin that Lucy would know anywhere. But there was no way he could've-

The confusion kept her awake. All. Night. Long. By the time she left for school she'd decided that this had to be a succubus thing. Which meant Minerva (although Lucy was still sorta pissed with her) would have the answer. Minerva always seemed to have the answer- or, at least, she pretended to.

Lucy cornered Minerva at her locker that morning. Minerva rolled her eyes when she saw Lucy heading her way. Whatever. Minerva could bitch and complain all she wanted, but Lucy needed answers. Answers that Minerva would possess because surely Lucy wasn't the only one who'd ever experienced… whatever had happened last night.

"No," Minerva said, shaking her head after hearing Lucy's story. "That's never happened to me."

"Ugh," Lucy groaned. "If it's not a succubus thing, how else can I explain that I- that I-"

"That you woke up to an orgasm last night," Minerva interrupted, ignoring Lucy's embarrassed flush. "There are worse things. But it might still be a succubus thing. Well, a demon thing, actually."

"What's the difference," Lucy asked, following Minerva as she walked to class.

"Technically 'demon' is a blanket term. There are several types of demons. Demons of Rage, Greed, Lust… That's what we are, by the way. Libidinem daemonio. Fancy Latin for succubus, but you probably already knew that. There are some things that are specific to each type of demon. Spells they specialize in, battle tactics, appearance. But there are some traits that all demons share. Certain combat skills, powers of persuasion, and their sense of smell."

"I didn't know that," Lucy frowned, crossing her arms. Minerva rolled her eyes.

"I could write a Stephen King-sized book about the things you don't know."

Lucy growled, itching bite out a snarky response. The most infuriating thing of all to Lucy was an insult to her intelligence. Lucy's anger turned to pain when her index finger started throbbing. She gasped, flinching at the sudden ache. It felt like a million needles were jabbing into the skin there. Her mind suddenly flashed to that time in the utility closet a couple weeks before. Minerva is your Lilith. The voice wasn't her own, but it reminded her that she wasn't supposed to disrespect her superiors. Lucy bit back another growl, clenching her fist.

"Thank you for the amazing demon trivia," Lucy said sarcastically. "But can we get to the part that explains what happened to me last night?"

"It sounds like you experienced something vicariously through someone, which is another thing exclusive to demons. That kind of connection could only mean you've formed a Cupla with someone."

"A Cupla," Lucy repeated, wondering if that was a term she was supposed to know. "What are you talking about?"

"Demons are able to share a psychic link with other demons," Minerva explained, rolling her eyes like this was elementary stuff. "It's a lot like Meredy's empath ability, but it can only work with a fellow demon that you share a strong emotional connection with. A Cupla lets you feel exactly what the other is feeling- both emotionally and physically. And the range for this link is far greater than any empath could ever achieve. If two demons are linked, they could be halfway around the globe and still feel each other. It's an incredibly powerful bond, and it's also incredibly rare."

"So how is this link achieved," Lucy asked, curious. "Is there a certain spell, or-"

"All you need is complete faith in one another. You have to give yourselves to one another completely, without any lies or secrets getting in the way. No spells. No tricks."

"Then how is it rare," Lucy asked, perplexed. "I mean, that doesn't sound like something that hard to achieve."

"Ever heard the phrase 'No honor among thieves'? It's pretty much the same. No trust among demons. All demons ever do is lie and deceive each other. It'd be impossible to find two demons that truly trust each other. I'm talking about real trust- the kind that would make you jump off a building with the blind faith that the one you believe in would catch you. That kind of trust is already hard enough to find amongst humans, and they're idiots."

"Wow," Lucy mumbled, deep in thought. "That sounds… intense. But how is that possible? I don't even know any other demons. Unless you-"

"Trust me, Blondie. Your Cupla isn't with me. I don't trust anyone enough for that," Minerva scoffed, crossing her arms. "And you sure as hell don't even trust me enough to lend me five bucks. Let alone Bond with me."

"Then what," Lucy sighed, her mind a whirlwind. "I can't possibly be Bonded with anyone."

"Oh, really? There's no one," Minerva drawled condescendingly. "There's no one on this entire planet that you'd trust with your life?"

Instantly, Lucy's mind flashed to pink hair and wide smiles. Natsu? No, that couldn't be. He was half dragon. Not an incubus or whatever else Minerva was suggesting. Yes, Lucy trusted him. She'd give him her entire world if he asked for it. But that didn't change the fact that Natsu wasn't the same SH as her.

"But he isn't a- I mean, he's not," Lucy stammered. Minerva smirked.

"I'll let you in on a secret, Heartfilia. There are dozens upon dozens of demon classifications. Along the way, some of the common knowledge in Demonology 101 got lost. A little known fact? Fire demons used to also be known as Dragons."

The bell sounded as Lucy stood there, slack jawed. Minerva snorted at Lucy's apparent shock and turned to leave, going to meet Yukino at the end of the hall. Dragons were demons? Did Natsu even know that? He couldn't have. Lucy hadn't come across that particular slice of information in all of her studies over the past few months, and she'd had access to the enormous library of a school meant exclusively for supernatural beings. Minerva, with her stupid demon upbringing, was practically a walking demon encyclopedia filled with all of the juicy tidbits that her school's history books never recorded. And, speak of the devil, she'd turned back to look at Lucy mischievously.

"If I were you," Minerva called from down the hall. "I'd be less interested in how this all works and more interested in what your little lizard-boy was doing so late last night."

Lucy promptly choked on her own spit. Because the idea of Natsu doing… that made her brain go stupid. Despite Lucy's memories of their first and only kiss at Mira's party after they first met, she'd never seen Natsu do anything overtly sexual. She'd fantasized, sure, but real life was supremely different from the images her mind conjured up. The thought of Natsu actually touching himself made her mind foggy and dazed.

If Lucy hadn't been so wrapped up in her thoughts, she might've caught Natsu's scent earlier and bolted. But it was too late, and didn't notice Natsu coming until he and Gray were rounding the corner. Lucy panicked, irrationally fearing that they'd be able to read her mind or something. Mind a jumble, she uttered a disguise spell under her breath. It wouldn't make her invisible (only witches had that much power), but it would hopefully make her harder to notice.

"Mutabo," Lucy murmured, tucking herself into a little alcove as they approached.

Gray and Natsu stopped at their lockers, unwittingly standing within a few feet of Lucy's hiding spot. Natsu was heckling Gray about Juvia, poking fun of Gray's apparent fear of just asking the poor girl on a date. Lucy felt a twinge of guilt for eavesdropping. The only reason she'd hidden was to prevent the awkwardness of seeing Natsu with the idea of him in all of his naked glory fresh in her mind. Maybe she should just sneak away while she could and-

"Jesus fuck," Gray hissed, slamming his locker door shut. "Juvia coming over for Christmas doesn't mean I have the hots for her. My dad invited her over because she was all alone. That's it."

"Sure," Natsu drawled, obviously not believing him. "I'll buy into that the same day you convince me that you didn't really groan her name in her sleep."

"Natsu."

"And I'll pretend that I don't know what you do with that photo you keep under your pillow-"

"I wasn't the one jacking off in the shower at two in the morning," Gray hissed.

"Shut the hell up," Natsu hissed back, sounding embarrassed. "Are you some sort of pervert?"

"You're calling me a pervert? It's not my fault that you're so goddamned loud-"

"I'm not- Stop talking. You're a fucking idiot."

Lucy's heart stopped, and her face caught fire. Oh, goodness. Minerva was right. It really had been Natsu whose physical sensations Lucy had shared. She remembered the feeling of water sliding over her skin when she'd been in her dry bed. Their conversation was affirmation of Minerva's suspicion that Natsu and Lucy had somehow formed a Cupla. Lucy's head spun, unable to focus on anything but what the realization meant. Natsu had- Last night she'd felt him-

She shouldn't be surprised. Natsu was a healthy teenage boy. This was a normal thing. But the mental image bombarded Lucy, and it became impossible to think about anything other than what Natsu's face might look like twisted in pleasure. Her stomach tightened, and her vision started to blur. She fisted her hands in her skirt, trying to calm her erratic pulse. Not now.

The insufferable lust was back full force. This wasn't supposed to be happening. The chocolate was supposed to fix this unfortunate side effect of Lucy's succubus heritage. Was it her fault this time? Was it because the lust was completely her own? Lucy's internal conflict was interrupted by a sudden growl. Her head jerked up, startled by the noise.

Natsu was standing predatorily with his fists clenched and his back hunched. His breathing was ragged, accompanied by a low rumble in his chest. His canines looked… sharper? Everything about him was off. He was almost more animal than human in that moment. It should've made Natsu's demeanor intimidating, but Lucy's attraction to him only grew more severe.

"What's wrong," Gray asked, sounding worried. Natsu didn't respond. Gray shook his shoulder, trying to get Natsu's attention.

"Natsu!"

Natsu snapped out of his predatory daze, jerking away. He gasped, face going pale. His breath grew shallow, and he shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of whatever had been bothering him. Warmth flooded Natsu's cheeks, entrancing Lucy further. Everything about him made her want to reach out and touch his skin. Gods, she just wanted to feel him.

"Sorry," Natsu gulped, swiping a hand over his face. "I- I thought I smelled something."

"Something bad? Is it dangerous," Gray asked, looking around the school hall for threats.

"No," Natsu groaned. "Well, maybe. It's- Just forget I said anything. We have to get to class anyway. Let's go."

They finally left, and Lucy didn't hesitate to bolt in the opposite direction. She couldn't go to class like this. She could barely walk like this. The heat building in her stomach made Lucy's legs wobble, and the room spun around her. She'd never skipped class before, but it was the only option now. Maybe hiding out in a dark corner of the library with a few bars of chocolate would calm her down. Here's hoping.

Natsu had been a mess of hormones and desperation since New Year's Eve. He never realized how much comfort he received from just touching Lucy until he was no longer able to. Well, it wasn't like he was forbidden from touching her, but his family was so damned embarrassing that he'd restrained himself as much as possible. When he finally had a chance to wrap his arms around her (slow dancing is such a good excuse to hold someone), it was like the blood in his veins turned to molten lava. Everywhere that his body came into contact with hers was burning, and it was the only fire that Natsu had no hope of controlling.

When they got back to Magnolia, he'd headed back to his dorm instead of her apartment. He didn't trust himself not to jump her if they were alone together. He thought that maybe he would even get a full night's sleep if he wasn't in her immediate proximity. Yeah, right. Somehow, even in the solace of his room, Natsu could still smell her. Like she was there with him. He was going insane with want. Every cell of his body was aching for her.

So after hours of tossing and turning, he'd decided to take a shower. A cold shower. Maybe the freezing temperature would distract him from thoughts of warm eyes and pink lips and creamy skin. Gray and Happy were sleeping (it was pretty late at that point), so Natsu made sure to be quiet as he closed the bathroom door and blasted the icy water on high. He hesitantly pulled his clothes off and got in.

The cold temperature had made him gasp, flinching away from the stream of water. In response, his body heat flared and warmed the water up before it even his his skin. Shit. It wasn't working. He could still smell her, her scent some potent combination of honey and coffee and fresh roses. He'd never thought much of the scents on their own (his favorite smells were always dark chocolate and cedar wood), but they drove him wild when they were together. Or maybe it was because the smell was synonymous with golden hair and fleshy thighs and Lucy.

The cold shower really wasn't working. Natsu's mind was still full of her, consumed by images of her collarbones and her neck and her mouth. The mere thought of her was enough to turn him on and set his body aflame. He groaned, resting his forehead on the cold tile of the shower's walls. It did nothing to cool his head. And the more he thought about her, the… harder it became to think about anything else. His entire body was rigid with need, and it didn't take long for Natsu's self-control to crumble. Natsu gave in and cranked the water up to a nearly scalding temperature, groaning in relief when the steam wafted around him.

When Natsu finally skimmed his hands down his torso and reached the place where he was aching to be touched, he sighed in relief. He gripped himself tight, hips bucking into his hand. Pleasure jolted up Natsu's spine, making all the muscles in his body stiffen. There was a bit of guilt there as well. It would be a lie to say he'd never done this while thinking of Lucy, but he'd always felt ashamed while doing it. It was basically an unwritten rule that you're not supposed to masturbate to fantasies of your best friend's mouth all over your body. Natsu felt like he was violating her. She'd definitely be disgusted with him if she knew. But it was the only way to make all of this unbearable heat go away.

Almost out of nowhere, his arousal doubled in intensity. Natsu felt the ghost sensation of soft hands tracing patterns up his thighs, and it made him whine in pleasure. His pace quickened, and sparks of electricity shot up his spine. His legs began to tremble, feeling like they were about to give out beneath him. It was almost too much. He groaned, loud and desperate. He was almost there-

Natsu could've sworn he heard Lucy whimper his name. It must've been one of his fantasies. He'd certainly never heard her voice sound so breathy and needy in real life (especially not while saying his name). But the sound felt more real than any fantasy ever had. It was like she was in the room with him. It was enough to push him over the edge. He finally came, biting his lip to keep himself from moaning her name. He didn't want to wake his roommates, after all.

The next day, Gray made it known that Natsu did in fact wake him up. Which was so embarrassing that Natsu couldn't even formulate a proper sentence. He silently thanked whatever powers that be that he hadn't given into the temptation to groan Lucy's name. Gray really wouldn't have let Natsu hear the end of it if that'd happened. Not that Gray didn't already give Natsu shit about being hopelessly in love with her.

Natsu didn't realize that anything was up until he got to first period. He'd fully expected Lucy to be in class already, waiting for him. She was usually early to school, which was something Natsu frequently teased her over. But she still wasn't there when professor Nab started taking role. Natsu grew restless, looking around for any sign of blonde hair and heart-wrenching smiles. He jerked out of his thoughts when he felt a delicate hand tap his shoulder.

"Sorry," Yukino murmured in that soft voice of hers. "I was just going to ask if you were okay. You seem kind of worried."

"Nah," Natsu reassured her, trying to shake off his anxiety. "I'm just kinda confused. I don't know where Lucy is, and she's usually here by now."

"Oh," Yukino murmured, eyes lighting up in recognition. "Of course. You guys are a cute couple."

"Uh," Natsu blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "We're just friends. Really."

"Sorry," Yukino gasped apologetically. "I just assumed-"

"It's fine," Natsu laughed. "My parents thought we were dating, too."

"Well, I think I saw her this morning. She's definitely at school. I'm pretty sure she was talking to Minerva-"

"What," Natsu grit out, feeling bad when he saw Yukino flinch. "Sorry, just- Do you know what they were talking about?"

"I have no idea," Yukino said, frowning. "They weren't fighting, but Lucy looked troubled. I don't know where she went afterward. I heard Minerva say something about you, I think? Well, not by name, but she called you 'lizard-boy'. That's all I know."

Natsu thanked Yukino for her help and gathered his stuff, ignoring Gray's confused look from across the room. He told Nab that he was going to the nurse and left without waiting for permission. He needed to find Lucy. She never seemed to be in an okay place after talking to Minerva, and Natsu was worried that Lucy was off somewhere raging from their alleged conversation. Or worse: Crying. Natsu would end that vicious harpy if she said anything to make Lucy cry.

Natsu tried to hone in on Lucy's scent, following an aroma of sunshine and flowers that led him to the library. There was something different about the smell. It was still undeniably Lucy, but something about it made goosebumps rise on Natsu's skin. He finally narrowed down the X-factor to sweat and hormones. It smelled like excitement. A very particular kind of excitement that made Natsu's stomach clench. What state would Lucy be in when he found her?

Natsu was surprised to find Gildarts actually manning the desk when he walked into the library. He was doing something on his computer, brows furrowed in concentration. Natsu heard his fingers pounding on the keyboard with a barely-contained ferocity. And then a creak and the snapping of plastic. Gildarts cursed, obviously having broken something or other. Natsu grinned as he approached. Same old Gildarts.

"One second, kid," Gildarts grunted, not looking up. "I've just gotta fix this stupid- Oh, Natsu. It's you. Whaddya need?"

"I'm just here for a book," Natsu lied. "I'm gonna head to the SH section."

"You? Here for a book? I never thought I'd see the day come," Gildarts teased. "Do you need me to show you around?"

"No," Natsu groaned, rolling his eyes. "I can handle it."

"And I'm sure you can handle that pretty blonde, too. Since she's probably why you're really here. Have fun. And try not to bring down the building."

Natsu's brow twitched while Gildarts went back to fiddling with mangled pieces of keyboard. He should've known better than to lie to a prophet. It was all too easy to forget that Gildarts was Cana's dad. Especially when he so often feigned ignorance and kept out of other people's business, which was something Cana should try to do more often.

Natsu headed to the back, following the trail of Lucy's scent. It got stronger as she grew closer, and he bit back a groan. She really did smell too good. He thought of the scent he'd caught earlier, when he'd been talking to Gray. It was so intense and robust that The Dragon had taken over. Natsu had never experienced anything like that. The Dragon took over when Natsu was angry, yeah. But it'd never taken over at any other time. And that smell hadn't made Natsu angry in the slightest. It made him wild and lust-crazed. It made him want to find Lucy and take her in front of a roomful of people, so everyone would know that she was his. It made him want to pull whimpers and moans and screams from her pretty lips. It made him so hot and desperate that he didn't even feel like himself.

Natsu clenched his eyes shut and pushed the thoughts from his head. Find Lucy and see if she's alright. He had to protect her. He had to make sure she was okay. He had to make her feel safe. Find Lucy and comfort her. Wipe away her tears if she's crying, and grind into her until she forgets her own name-

Dear God. Maybe he was a greater threat to her than Minerva. He couldn't even control his own damned thoughts. Natsu didn't know why he suddenly felt so horny. But the closer he got to her, the more his body tingled. He was thinking about turning back and getting away when he saw a glimpse of gold through a gap in the bookshelves. Natsu's blood sung and echoed throughout his entire body, erupting in a symphony of desire that sounded a lot like her name. He could no longer stop his feet from bringing him closer to her.

Natsu saw her entire body stiffen when he was finally right in front of her, no longer obscured from view by rows of bookshelves. Her eyes widened with something akin to fear, and hurt ricocheted through his lungs. He'd never seen her look afraid of him before, but now she was literally shaking. Did he do something wrong? Natsu started to have an irrational fear that she somehow knew exactly what he'd done the night before and that she hated him now. But that was completely absurd. She couldn't possibly have found out.

"What are you doing here," Lucy finally breathed, backing away a bit. Natsu saw her legs tremble. Was she really afraid of him?

"You weren't in first period."

"I'm not feeling well."

"Was it Minerva," Natsu growled, seeing Lucy bite her lip. "I swear, if she-"

"We just talked," Lucy interrupted, taking a step back when Natsu moved in closer. "I'm really fine, so just go-"

"Did I do something wrong?"

Lucy blinked at him, confused. As if she wasn't just backing away from Natsu and telling him to leave. She must've seen the hurt and disappointment written all over his face because she suddenly grew panicked, moving in as if to reassure him. But when she got close enough to touch, she flinched away again and drew into herself.

"No," she insisted, looking away. "This is my fault, not yours."

"It's not you, it's me," Natsu repeated dubiously, crossing his arms. "You're gonna have to do better than that, Luce."

"Really," she said, shuddering as she backed even further away. "It's just a succubus thing. I'll be fine."

Realization shot through Natsu like a bullet, and he moved in even closer until he had her cornered. She flinched away from him, and Natsu could hear her heart going a hundred miles an hour. Of course it was a succubus problem. He knew that a succubus was supposed to feed off of sex. But he also knew that Lucy was a virgin. He could smell it on her, all of his senses screaming at him to make her his mate and rectify that little fact. This could only mean that she wasn't feeding. He'd meant to ask her about it over break, but the question was too awkward to bring up with his family around 24/7.

"Don't you need to feed," Natsu asked, voice low and rushed.

"I- I'm supposed to, but-"

"Feed from me."

Seconds ticked by, and Lucy just gaped at him. I think I broke her. Natsu's cheeks warmed, and he suddenly felt like an idiot. Of course the offer would shock her. She was probably thinking of a nice way to let him down. Gods, he was such an idiot. He prepared to backtrack, to either play off his words like a joke or some casual offer he didn't mean. Even though he totally meant it. Even though the thought of other guys feeding her- of other guys taking care of her, of other guys touching her- nearly drove Natsu up the wall.

"But- I thought dragon's mated for life. That has to be a really big deal for you," Lucy whispered, voice thick with an emotion that Natsu couldn't describe. "Especially because you're a- You're a virgin, too."

"I don't want you to starve yourself," Natsu murmured, which was only a half-truth. He also was sort of in love with her and wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything, but that was beside the point. "I'd do it for you, Luce."

"I," Lucy stuttered, face flushed with the prettiest red. "I couldn't possibly ask you to do that. We shouldn't-"

She cut off there, too embarrassed to say what they both knew she meant. They shouldn't have sex. They shouldn't cross that barrier of physical intimacy that would put their friendship in such a weird place. Natsu understood. Sex would change everything, and he respected Lucy too much (loved her too much) for a Friends With Benefits situation. But it still hurt. It still felt like she wasn't saying That would be too complicated, but rather I don't want you. He pulled away a bit before feeling her grip his shirt.

"Natsu," she stammered, unable to meet his eyes. "Even though we shouldn't- I mean, I can still feed. Even if we don't- We could still-"

"Lucy," Natsu urged, rubbing her arms in an attempt to calm her down. It only made more flustered, if possible. "What are you saying?"

"We don't have to have… to have sex for me to feed. I could just feed from you a little bit," she said, biting her lip. Natsu's face warmed.

"How?"

"Just," Lucy paused, her next words leaving him stunned. "Kiss me."

Natsu's brain was fried. This was too much information to process. Lucy Heartfilia wanting his lips on hers? He was dreaming. This was all some incredibly vivid fantasy. But as the next few moments passed, it finally sunk in that this was reality. Lucy had really just told him to kiss her. To feed her, sure. But that was just a tiny detail.

"You want me to kiss you," Natsu asked, disbelieving. Lucy flushed.

"Just to feed me," Lucy whispered, embarrassed. "But you don't have to-"

She stopped talking when Natsu rested his forehead on hers. Lucy's hands clenched his shirt tighter, and she peaked up at him. It took all of Natsu's willpower to suppress a growl. He brought his hand up to cradle her jaw, his thumb resting in the curve of her cheek. She gave a little sigh that set Natsu's heart on fire and leaned into his hand. After a moment's hesitation, he finally brought his lips down to meet hers.

At first, Natsu brushed his mouth against Lucy's so softly that they barely touched. His heart seized up, and he felt like it'd finally give out at any moment. This was Lucy. His Lucy. And the fact that she was letting him touch her like this made Natsu's head spin. The second kiss was less tentative, but it was still gentle. He kissed her fully, wondering how someone's lips could be so soft and plush. She tasted the same way she smelled. Honey and coffee and roses. One would've guessed that she'd taste sweet, like vanilla or her cherry chapstick. But that was too light and faint to describe the way Lucy tasted. Her taste was warm and rich, and it made Natsu's tongue tingle. He needed more of it.

Natsu's tongue swiped at the seam of her lips, and they opened willingly for him. And then he could taste her- really taste her- to the point that he barely held back a moan of her name. Lucy whimpered and clutched him tighter, her tongue rubbing against his as she pressed herself harder against him. Natsu growled and pushed her up against a bookcase. Neither of them noticed several of the books tumbling off the shelves and hitting the ground.

Lucy tore her mouth away, needing air, but this didn't stop Natsu. He ran his lips along her jaw and up to her ear, taking it between his teeth. The breathy moan she gave him was positively orgasmic, and he felt himself strain against the confines of his pants. Natsu gripped her waist and rubbed himself against her, grunting in pleasure at the delicious friction. Lucy cried out, burying her hands in his hair and tugging. It made a hunger for more jolt down his spine and pool in his gut.

Natsu's hands trailed down to the flesh of her ass and squeezed, earning a gasp. She got the message when he pulled closer against him, jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands trailed down to grip the back of her thighs as his mouth traveled across her skin on its way back to the drugging sensation of her lips. He groaned when he finally got the taste of her on his tongue again, senses overwhelmed with honey and coffee and roses. It made his stomach drop and his heart clench with yearning. There was nothing like the feeling of being surrounded by her. His mind couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to actually be buried inside of Lucy. Which only served to make Natsu painfully hard.

He sucked on Lucy's tongue and groaned, savoring the whine she gave in response. The knowledge that he gave her pleasure made heat expand in his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to keep pulling those sweet gasps and moans from her. Natsu soon found out that it was when he used his teeth that he really hit the jackpot. When he nibbled on her lower lip, her hips bucked against his. Natsu cursed and ground himself against her, making the entire bookshelf rattle. Lucy keened and responded in like, erasing Natsu's ability to think. He busied himself with the crook of her neck, all tongue and teeth and hellbent on marking Lucy's skin for himself.

"Natsu," she gasped. Her voice reminded him of the breathless whimpers he'd fantasized about the night before. This was the only way he could explain the fervor that fueled his next few actions.

Natsu gripped her thighs. Hard. Later, he'd fret over the bruises he left there, and Lucy would bat him away in embarrassment. But in that moment, he didn't even care. His mouth landed back on hers, trying to claim it so completely that she'd still be able to taste him hours later. Gods knew that he'd be able to remember her taste even as he lied in bed that night. Natsu thrust his hips against hers in a way that was almost savage in its unbridled ferocity. Lucy tore away from his lips with a loud, needy moan of his name. And then they started to fall. Like, they seriously started to fall over.

Natsu yelped and gripped Lucy tighter, throwing their weight back in the opposite direction. He heard the bookshelf crash down just before they hit the ground. Natsu groaned in pain, rubbing his head where it hit the floor. Lucy hissed and massaged her knee, which had also absorbed some of the impact, apparently. He saw her turn around to see the massive fallen bookshelf and all of the books that lay scattered on the floor. The bookshelf that was behind it wobbled precariously, having been clipped by the other one before it fell. Oh, no.

The second bookshelf fell, hitting another on its way down. It was like watching a horrifying game of dominoes. One after another after another. Natsu saw Lucy flinch at the sound of each fallen bookshelf, and he winced when the last one finally hit the floor. Natsu looked around to survey the damage. Every single bookcase on the top floor was knocked over. Every. Single. One. Just thinking about how Gildarts was gonna chew him out for this was enough to kill his boner.

"Lucy?"

"Yeah," she asked, voice shaking.

"Run."

(INSERT PERVERTED LAUGH) I hope you guys liked it? Way steamier than my usual stuff, but it's only getting more extreme from here. Tell me if you have any wishes or suggestions. I aim to please, after all. Have a lovely weekend, and you'll hear from me again on the first!

~Mya