A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry for posting this a day late. Life has been SUPER crazy lately. Everyone has been super understanding about it, though. You all are awesome. Yet again, a huge thank you to all of my lovely reviewers. You make the world spin round.

Hopefully this chapter satiates some of you guys' NaLu hunger. Be warned...

So, Natsu had been right. After pulling Lucy to the dance floor and grinding her into a frenzy, her mind had been sufficiently blown. He'd grinned down at her with that cocky smirk of his, and Lucy knew that he knew what he was doing to her insides. The whole ordeal had sent electricity coursing through her body and fizzling at her nerve endings. She was excited. Excited not only because of how good Natsu was with his hips, but also because of what his flirtatious demeanor implied. The night had ended with Natsu walking her back home, arm thrown around her shoulder as she leaned into his side. When they arrived at her apartment, Natsu arched a brow and flashed Lucy a grin.

"You hungry?" He asked, already leaning in. Lucy's breath caught.

"A little," she murmured.

That was all it took. Lucy expected the kiss to be fierce and explosive like their kisses usually were, but this one was different. Languorous and heated and building. Natsu took his time as he sucked on the swell of her lower lip, and the way he kissed her then was almost lazy. Almost. The steady pressure of Natsu's hands on her hips and the scorching brushes of his tongue let Lucy know that this kiss was definitely not halfhearted. When he pulled away, Lucy opened her eyes and saw stars. She felt Natsu's smugness through the bond.

"Damn, I'm a good kisser," he smirked, his ever present grin growing wider at the blush that dusted Lucy's cheeks. She rolled her eyes.

"Says your mountainous ego," Lucy scoffed.

"The Bond doesn't lie. I totally rocked your world," he grinned. Lucy laughed, shoving him away.

"Good night, Natsu."

"Good night, Luce."

Before Lucy could pull away, Natsu leaned in again. She closed her eyes eagerly, bracing herself for another kiss. Natsu surprised her by darting to press his lips against her cheek, the brush of his mouth soft and lingering. Lucy's legs went wobbly as Natsu pulled away, her face burning from the exchange. Natsu flashed her another smile before heading down the hall, and Lucy dazedly leaned against her door as she watched him go.

It figures that out of all the kisses they'd exchanged, it was a peck to the cheek that turned her knees to jelly.

Lucy's weekend flew by in a flurry of giddiness and butterflies. By Monday morning, she was practically bursting with her desire to see her favorite crooked smile. Had it really only been a couple days since she'd last seen it? It felt like an eternity. Her heart decided to beat a hundred miles an hour when she rounded a hallway corner and saw a familiar mop of pink hair waiting near her locker. Lucy's pulse rang out in her chest, erupting into a symphony of yearning that sounded an awfully lot like his name.

As if sensing her (which he probably did), Natsu's head jerked up. His gaze met hers, and for a moment time stood still. But when Lucy got closer, it was clear that something had gone very wrong. Natsu's nose twitched, and he suddenly backed away with enough force for his back to ram into the lockers behind him. Lucy gaped at him as he made a hasty retreat, sensing his panic through the Cupla.

"Natsu," she called, rushing forward. "What's wrong?"

"I, uh, forgot an assignment," he called back. "Don't worry about it! I'll see you later!"

Natsu dashed away, and Lucy was left standing alone and confused in the hallway. She could still feel Natsu's distress through their link, and something told her that his sudden exit was entirely her fault. Lucy frowned and trudged over to her locker, yanking it open with unnecessary force as frustration welled up in her chest. She'd been so excited to see him that morning. And he'd literally ran away from her.

Lucy felt a chill crawl up her spine, and she stiffened. It was that sixth sense of hers that signaled that her Lilith was nearby. Lucy glanced down the hall, expecting to see Minerva striding her way with that typically Minerva-esque arrogance that made all the boys turn their heads. Lucy's brows furrowed upon seeing a poor imitation of Minerva ambling down the corridor. Her sleek black hair was a mess, and her makeup-free face revealed dark circles as deep as plums. There was no sex appeal in her outfit now, slacks instead of a flirty skirt and her shirt buttoned all the way up. Her footsteps didn't even click against the tile floor, only squeaking with every step as Lucy took notice of the worn sneakers that replaced Minerva's signature stilettos. But the most alarming aspect of Minerva's appearance was her eyes. They were glassy and sleep-deprived and rimmed in crimson. She'd been crying. A lot, from the looks of it.

Lucy reached a hand out as Minerva passed, pulling her to a stop. Minerva gave a withering glare that held none of its typically fearsome hostility. Out of everything Lucy had seen, this worried her the most. Lucy hastily shut her locker and pulled Minerva to a nearby alcove, concern eating at her.

"What's wrong," Lucy fretted. "Are you sick? Oh my God, is it cancer? Are you dying? What-"

"Jesus," Minerva hissed, pulling Lucy's hand from her arm. "I look like shit for the first time in my life and you assume that I'm terminally ill?"

"You aren't?" Lucy asked, biting her lip. "That's good, I guess. Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Minerva scowled, crossing her arms. "I'm fucking peachy."

"Minerva," Lucy warned, mirroring her posture. "Something happened."

"Wow, Sherlock. You've cracked the case," Minerva quipped, moving to leave.

"Look," Lucy bit out, voice commanding. "You can either give me a quick rundown right now, or I can dig up all the gory details on my own."

Minerva grimaced.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

There was silence for a moment. Lucy's head started hurt, and she felt a pain flare up in her pointer finger. A little voice told her to back off and stay on Minerva's good side. Lucy knew that she was upsetting her Lilith- her alpha, in a sense. But she really didn't care. She's spent the past several months in this new, confusing world, and she was tired of never knowing what was going on. After a bit of deliberation, Minerva caved. But only a little.

"I have to find a new meal ticket," Minerva murmured, voice wavering and so not Minerva. "It's unimportant. The whole ordeal is just very-"

Minerva's voice cracked.

"Inconvenient," Minerva finally managed to mutter. She sounded close to tears. Lucy's eyes widened at the unprecedented display of emotion. Minerva feeling… sad? Minerva crying? What was the world coming to?

"So you and Sting broke up," Lucy finally managed, trying to put a sympathetic hand on Minerva's shoulder. Minerva brusquely shook her off, wiping at her eyes and scowling.

"There was never a 'Me and Sting'. Get that through your hopelessly romantic skull."

Minerva backed away, heading to class. Before she was completely out of range, she turned back to Lucy.

"And put a lid on those goddamned pheromones," Minerva called. "You reek!"

She turned away before Lucy could ask anymore questions, feigning her trademark grace with the stiff set of her shoulders and a tilt of her jaw. Lucy was left feeling just as confused as before, albeit about something else now.

"Pheromones?"

XOXOXOXOX

Natsu was going mental. He'd been avoiding Lucy, a.k.a. his best friend (a.k.a. his lady love), since Monday morning. All because of the way she smelled. Not that she smelled bad. At all. The problem was quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. Lucy smelled great. Amazing, really. Good enough to eat…

Her scent wasn't that different from normal, really. He could still tell it belonged to her. Honey, coffee, roses. But now the fragrance was dipped in the smell of chocolate and sex, and it was more potent than anything Natsu had ever encountered. The first time he caught wind of it, his body had immediately… reacted. He avoided her with a tactless blatancy that he knew hurt her feelings. But he figured she'd be a lot worse off if he didn't get as far away as possible. She'd probably end up being forced on the ground with her legs thrown over his shoulders and-

For the hundredth time in three days, Natsu mentally punched himself. He was supposed to be solving equations for Combat Physics, not wondering what it would feel like to have her plush thighs squeezing either side of his head. His musings were silly, really, because he knew it'd definitely feel awesome. Every inch of her body probably felt awesome. No, the question that was really burning in his mind was what she would taste like. He'd tasted her mouth before (and really liked it), but Natsu had never known the way other parts of a girl's body tasted. He almost salivated at the thought. Her writhing and moaning as he sunk his tongue into her and-

Oh, shit. holyfuckingshit. Go away, go away, go away. Boner be gone!

Natsu shifted uncomfortably in his seat, attempting to hunch over and cover his crotch with the hem of his shirt. He was in the middle of class and pitching a massive tent. The more he tried to will away his fantasies of Lucy's naked, delicious body, the more vivid they became. It was like someone telling you not to think about a fucking purple polka dot elephant. I wasn't thinking about the god damned elephant until you told me not to. Except Natsu had been thinking about the elephant. He'd been thinking about that particular elephant since he and Lucy had run home in the rain and Natsu had discovered the magical see through properties that white fabric had when wet. And now the entire class was staring at him and what the hell.

"Mr. Dragneel," Professor Wakaba called, looking perplexed.

"Uh, yeah?"

"I asked you to come to the front board and show the class how to solve this equation."

It took Natsu's brain less than a millisecond to compute that standing up = showing the entire class his raging hard on. Nope. No way in hell. Fuck. That. He was shaking his head almost immediately.

"I can't solve that," he lied. "Sorry."

"You did it correctly on the test," Wakaba frowned. "There were only two people in the entire class that did."

"It must've been a fluke," Natsu laughed uncomfortably, eyes darting around the room.

When his gaze met Gray's from a couple rows away, he could see the confusion written all over his roommate's face. Natsu mouthed a panicked "HELP" only to be met with a look of even greater confusion. Natsu discreetly held his clenched fist near his jaw and slowly raised his index finger, mouthing "Boner". A flash of understanding reached Gray's eyes, which darted down to look at Natsu's lap. His mouth dropped when he saw that Natsu did in fact have a boner. And then the motherfucker lost his shit.

The class all stared at Gray in utter confusion as he began to laugh so hard that he nearly fell out of his seat. Natsu sank deeper into his chair, crossing his arms and muttering about getting better friends. His face burned, and he could feel the white hot coals of embarrassment warming his ears and the back of his neck. Wakaba just darted his gaze between the two boys, looking completely lost.

"What's so funny," he asked, crossing his arms.

"Nothing," Gray choked out, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Natsu's just an idiot."

"Watch it," Natsu growled, knowing that his beet red face probably made him less than intimidating.

"I'll solve that equation," Gray said, ignoring Natsu's warning and getting up from his seat. "Dragneel isn't the only one that got that question right. And he seems to be having an awfully hard time today."

XOXOXOXOX

Lucy was getting super tired of this avoidance shit. Every time she walked into a room, Natsu fled from it. He didn't even sit next to her in their shared classes anymore, but he texted her every night like nothing was wrong. It was confusing and exhausting. That combined with the random bouts of arousal she felt through their Cupla was enough to make Lucy's head spin. By lunch on Thursday, she was fed up.

Lucy walked into the cafeteria like she owned the place, feeling eyes all over the room on her. People had been paying even more attention to her than usual lately. Guys were persistent and flirtatious, and girls watched her with wary eyes. Minerva had said that it was the pheromones' fault when Lucy had mentioned. This was the only thing Minerva had said to Lucy before getting annoyed and commanding Lucy to not speak to her for the rest of the week. Lucy gave up more easily than usual, respecting that Minerva was in a pretty fragile emotional state at the moment, even if she refused to show it.

Natsu jolted from his seat when Lucy got close enough, hastily gathering his food and preparing to leave. This was not gonna fly this time. Lucy rushed to block him as he tried to leave the table, giving him her toughest scowl.

"Where are you going," she asked, blocking the path to his exit. He backed up against the table, clearly not wanting to get too close.

"I forgot about a project-"

"Bullshit," Lucy interrupted. "You're avoiding me."

All of their friends, as well as half the cafeteria, were watching them at this point. Lucy couldn't bring herself to care.

"Don't be stupid," Natsu teased, giving Lucy a strained version of his usual smile. "Why would I be avoiding you?"

"I don't know," Lucy retorted. "That's what I want to find out."

"You're being crazy," Natsu huffed, quickly getting annoyed. "Seriously, Lucy. Let me pass. We can talk later."

"We're going to talk now," Lucy insisted, stepping closer and invading his personal space. Natsu growled at her.

"There's nothing to say," he bit out, throwing his food back on the table behind them. "Drop it, Lucy."

"Or what?"

Her tone was haughty and confrontational, and she moved close enough for their chests to press together. Natsu's nostrils flared, and a twitch of his hand was the only warning she received before she was suddenly pressed against the lunch table with Natsu surrounding her on all sides. Her heart skipped a beat before going out of control and the room blurred at the edges. He'd moved so fast.

Lucy looked up to see that Natsu's eyes had become incredibly dilated. Just a sliver of iris peeked out next to his enlarged pupils. It was the look of an animal that had caught its prey. It was wild and bestial and inherently not Natsu, but Lucy couldn't bring herself to worry. It excited her. She felt an ache in her gut telling her to feed- to bite, taste, consume, devour. Hunger pulsed in her veins like a heartbeat. She felt a similar want, a similar need, through The Bond. But this time, she didn't need any special link to tell her exactly was he was feeling.

He was looking at her like she was an all-you-can-eat buffet and he was ravenous.

Natsu angled her jaw up with his hand and leaned in to trace sharp incisors along her pulse. Had his teeth always been like that? Had his breath always been so wet and hot and shiver-inducing on her skin?

"Natsu," Lucy gasped, clenching her eyes shut. "What are you doing?"

Natsu pulled away abruptly, and Lucy opened her eyes to see that he was himself again. The color had drained from his face, and he took a hasty step back. Natsu scooped up his bag as he tried to wipe the look of horror from his face. Lucy stared after him, completely disoriented from their exchange.

"Natsu?"

"I've gotta go."

He dashed out of the cafeteria then, receiving a chorus of shouts and catcalls in his wake. Lucy's face burned when she realized that their little spat hadn't been private. At all. She looked over to see their friends staring at her, expressions filled with shock and amusement. Mira tittered, covering her hand with her mouth.

"Such passion."

Lucy spent the rest of lunch resisting the urge to crawl beneath a lunch table and die of embarrassment.

She ignored the whispers and murmurs throughout the rest of the school day. She'd been asked to clarify whether she and Natsu were going to rip each other's throats out or rip each other's clothes off too many times to count. Lucy was a mess of anxiety and nervousness by the time the final bell rang. She waited by the school doors for Natsu, but after thirty minutes of watching students and teachers pass through she still hadn't seen him. Worry started to eat at her before she decided to check the class rooms.

She found him in Macao's class with his head pressed to a desk, leg bouncing with nervous energy. The teacher had already left, and the room was otherwise empty. Lucy hesitantly walked in, closing the door behind her. Natsu sat up after hearing the click of the latch.

"Don't," he said, getting up from his seat. "We shouldn't be alone together in a confined space right now."

"Why," Lucy asked, hurt and confused. "What's going on? Did I do something?"

"No," Natsu groaned. "Well, maybe. I don't know."

"Tell me what's going on," Lucy insisted, walking closer. Natsu evaded her, going to stand over by Macao's desk. He was frowning, glaring at the floor like it had wronged him. Finally, he spoke.

"It's the way you smell," he said, biting his lip. "I- I can't handle it. There's some sort of instinct pulling at me, and I'm having a hard time controlling myself."

Lucy's brow furrowed. That's why he was acting so weird? It's the way you smell. Realization flooded her.

"You mean the pheromones?"

"The what?"

"The pheromones," Lucy repeated. "Minerva told me that I was putting off some kind of special scent because of my succubus breeding cycle. She says it only happens once a year. Do you think that's it?"

"Probably. Whatever it is, it's driving me crazy," Natsu sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Lucy's stomach clenched.

"I don't know why it's affecting you so strongly," Lucy murmured, moving a little closer. "It doesn't really seem to be bothering anyone else this much."

"My sense of smell is better than most people's," Natsu muttered.

"So this smell, it…"

"It makes me wanna bend you over that desk," Natsu finished gruffly.

Aaaaaand Lucy's lungs officially stopped working. Natsu flinched.

"Sorry," he groaned. "I'm not really myself right now. You should probably leave."

"No," Lucy insisted, stepping closer. "I'm not going anywhere. Now that I know what's wrong we can-"

"Look," Natsu huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're my best friend in the entire world, Luce, and I wanna respect your boundaries. But that's gonna be damned near impossible if you keep sticking around me. As much as I hate it, you've gotta leave me alone before I do something bad."

And just like that, all of her anxiety from the past few days fled her. A rush of warmth flooded Lucy's body, melting her heart. Only Natsu had ever shown such concern over her wellbeing. Only Natsu had ever caused himself so much distress and discomfort for her sake. His words not only made Lucy feel respected, but they also made her feel cherished. Like she was some precious gift that Natsu didn't want to tear apart with greedy, lustful hands. The sentiment made her greedy and lustful. It made her want to wrap herself up in his arms and never let go.

Lucy closed the distance between them before she was even fully aware of what she was doing.

She pressed her lips to his. Sweetly. Gently. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, love and adoration bubbling in her chest. The kiss was chaste, but no less fulfilling than the passionate kisses they'd exchanged in the past. It wasn't soul-scorching or mind blowing, but it felt just as intimate. If not more so. When she pulled back, he gaped at her.

"Wha-Were you hungry again?"

"No," she murmured honestly. "I just wanted to kiss you."

A few moments of tense silence passed, and Lucy wondered if she'd crossed some sort of line. He doesn't like you like that, a little voice reminded her. He only wants you right now because of your stupid pheromones. God, had she just screwed up again? She opened her mouth to say something- to apologize or take it back. But Natsu's eyes suddenly darkened. Lucy's stomach clenched.

He took a step forward, and she took a step back. He was staring at her with those eyes- the same ones she'd seen when she bandaged his hands in her bathroom all those weeks before. The eyes that turned her knees to jelly and made her breathing shallow. It made her feel like prey, but if Natsu was the predator she certainly didn't mind it.

Lucy felt her back graze the teacher's desk. Her pulse thudded in her ears as he continued to close in on her. Natsu got close enough for Lucy to feel his heartbeat, chest pressed against hers. He was burning up, and she was burning with him.

"Natsu," Lucy murmured, his nose brushing hers. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna make you forget your name," he rumbled, voice deeper and rougher than she'd ever heard it before.

"Oh," she gasped. "Okay."

His mouth descended upon hers with a ferocity she'd never known before. It made her feel lightheaded. It'd always been Natsu that'd felt dizzy after she fed. Once he'd even said that the room was spinning. It was surreal for Lucy to feel so faint with his mouth on her. The feeling was in direct contrast to the burst of energy she usually received, but she found that she liked it just as much.

Before, when Natsu kissed her, time seemed to screech to a halt. But now, everything was spinning. The slow burn between them had sparked and combusted into some incredibly potent form of electricity. It was like kissing a live wire, and Lucy wondered if her heart would give out from all of the unspeakable things Natsu was doing to it.

Natsu's hands inched up beneath her blouse and gripped her waist, scorching the skin there. She gasped around his mouth at the feeling. Had her skin always been so unbearably sensitive? Somewhere in the back of her mind, Lucy knew that these sensations were probably heightened by the Cupla. Everything he was feeling flooded back to her, increasing her sensitivity tenfold. And Gods, it felt good.

He backed her up against the desk, pressing himself tight against her. She hopped up on it, sitting on the edge and opening her legs for him to stand between them. Natsu growled at the gesture and fit his hips between her thighs like they belonged there. Like he was always supposed to be curved into her, surrounding her. The thought made something warm and wanting pool in Lucy's stomach. She gripped Natsu's tie and pulled him even closer.

His hands slid down to her thighs and then back up until his fingertips danced just under the hem of her skirt. He was still kissing her furiously enough to make her wonder if his fire magic was really under control. Beneath his hands and lips, Lucy's body felt like it was burning. It was all she could to do bite back an embarrassing moan when his hands finally slid up her skirt, his thumbs tracing mind-numbing circles into the skin of her inner thigh. Natsu made a noise against her mouth.

"God, Luce," he sighed. "I can feel you through the Bond. Do you really like it that much when I touch you?"

"I always like it when you touch me," Lucy whined, face flushing. "Couldn't you tell before?"

"I thought it was just me," Natsu whispered. "All this time I thought it was just me."

The admission made her stomach flip. Lucy reached up and angled his face so she could trace her lips along his jaw. Her tongue flicked his ear, and she made a confession of her own.

"I only feel this way when I'm with you," she whispered, feeling Natsu grip her thighs with enough force to bruise in response. She liked it. A lot.

"I want you," he groaned. "I wanna taste you."

"Please," Lucy gasped, shivering as he licked down the column of her throat. "I need you."

Natsu's mouth was suddenly back on hers, and his hands moved even further up her thighs. Lucy gasped when his fingers trailed along the elastic waistband of her underwear, slowly skimming down until they were dancing along the apex of her thighs. She pulled away from his mouth and whimpered, gripping his biceps tight enough to make her fingers numb. Natsu gave her a questioning look, eyes filled with so much heat that it made her head spin. Despite his lust, Lucy felt a hint of his uncertainty as he tentatively brushed his thumb against such an intimate place. Lucy whined and gave a frantic nod of her head, hoping he could feel how much she wanted this through the Cupla so she wouldn't have to put it into words. From the look of the cocky grin he gave her, he did.

Natsu pushed her panties aside and rubbed his fingers against her, the warmth of his calloused fingers sending fire everywhere he touched. Lucy dug her fingers into his biceps and clenched her eyes shut, quickly unraveling. Her lips trailed along his neck, stalling when the pleasure started to build. She gasped when he finally sank a slick finger into her, pleasure doubling when a second finger quickly joined it. He tried a variety of slow, stroking movements before experimentally curling his fingers in a way that made her see stars. Lucy whimpered, everything in the room blurring.

Before Lucy really knew what she was doing, she sunk her teeth into Natsu's neck. His skin was warm and salty with perspiration, and he tasted like the color red. Natsu groaned, and some of Lucy's sense returned to her. She gently pulled away, gasping at the little bit of blood that trickled from his neck. She looked up, preparing to apologize, but the only thing she saw in Natsu's eyes was lust. He pressed his mouth to hers, and Lucy moaned. His fingers moved just right, and she felt herself clench around them in response.

"Fuck," he hissed, sliding his finger out of her.

Lucy whined at the loss as she watched him pull away. He stared at the wetness coating his digits for a moment before bringing them to his mouth. Lucy sucked in a breath when his tongue darted out to slide leisurely along his fingers. He sucked at the slick moisture, and heat flared up in Lucy's face when he actually groaned at the way she tasted. She shifted her thighs restlessly.

"Natsu," she hissed.

He could hear the need in her voice, and the predatory glint in his eyes sent another wave of heat flooding her body. He brought her hips to the very edge of the desk and crouched down, eyes level with her pelvis. He spread her legs wider, and Lucy flushed at the exposure of the position. She would've pulled away in embarrassment if Natsu hadn't looked so damned reverent in that moment. He trailed his fingers up her thigh and brushed the lace that covered the more private parts of her anatomy.

"Can I take these off," he asked, voice full of a barely contained desperation.

"Yes."

He slowly dragged her panties down her legs, every ounce of his attention wrapped up in her. Starting at her knee, he slid his mouth up her inner thigh. Licking, sucking, biting. Lucy was shaking by the time he was where she wanted him.

"I've been thinking about doing this for days," he admitted. His quiet tone and the way he knelt before her almost made it seem like he was a sinner at confession. Her knees would've given out had she been standing.

Natsu's mouth was on her before she could muster any sort of coherent response. His tongue slid along her sex, and the vibrations from his groan of pleasure made her thighs jerk. When one of his slow, methodical licks brushed her clit, Lucy made a ragged noise that she'd never thought herself capable of making. Feeling the sensation through their link, Natsu hummed.

He sank his fingers into her again, sliding his tongue against her clit as he curled them. The heat in her body doubled, and Lucy's legs began to quiver. It didn't take long for him to build her up, his dexterous hands finding the right buttons to press and places to stroke as he gauged her reactions through the Cupla. Lucy tangled her fingers in his hair, arching her back as pleasure jolted through her nervous system.

"Natsu. God, I think I'm gonna-"

Lucy gasped, unable to finish her sentence. She climaxed with a long, throaty moan. Natsu felt her pleasure vicariously, hissing as her orgasm warmed his bones. She was still trembling when he stood and tilted her head, exposing her neck. He gave no warning before sinking his teeth into her. Lucy back arched, and the bite of pain only increased her pleasure. Natsu ran his tongue along the wound after releasing her, soothing the skin there.

He pulled back, and Lucy still saw the need in his eyes. And despite her orgasm, hers hadn't been abated either. She still burned for him. Natsu leaned in for another kiss, and she hastily returned it, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Do you want me, Luce?" He asked, lips brushing hers. She whined.

"Yes," she breathed. "Always."

Natsu pulled away and started wrestling with his belt, and a jolt of excitement made Lucy's stomach clench. He was still looking at her with those eyes that turned her brain to mush, and she still needed him closer. Desperately. Natsu finally got his belt undone, and the sound of his zipper sliding down made goosebumps rise on Lucy's arms. His eyes never left hers. Lucy spread her legs a little wider, inviting him to come closer.

Yes. After all these months, it was finally happening. Were those angels singing in the distance? It sure as hell sounded like it. Lucy closed her eyes and focused on how right the warmth of his body felt. She wanted this so badly and-

Lucy's heart stopped when the classroom door flew open.

"Hey, Macao, do you know where my- What the fuck?"

Forgive me Father, for I have siNNED. GONNA GO READ A BIBLE BYE.