I'm mostly happy with how this chapter came out. It's kind of hot, at least I tried to make it hot. Let me know how I did. It's taken me several days to try and portray the sensual feelings correctly. Describing a dance scene is so hard. How to tell you what's happening without bogging it down with too much boring technical? I spent a lot of time on google looking up websites to help me out. My brain hurts. It's shorter than I wanted but not really sure how to expand it either.

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Every drink mentioned in this chapter is a real drink that you can look up recipes for and everything. I'm personally more of a rum kind of girl so haven't drunken many shots.

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Chapter 7

Clubbing Part 2

Natsu POV

"Fuck." Lucy had planned this on purpose. He had not only been flirted with by the waitress several times, but a group of jackals had surrounded him, and all of them had asked him to dance as well. "Shit, what am I up to already?" He started counting on his fingers. "8? No 9. Plus the 3 from the waitress? Damn 12 already. I'm gonna be pissing all night." Not that he was worried about losing.

If he was a normal man, he would probably already be close to a breaking point. But he wasn't a normal guy. He was Natsu Dragneel, and he had a secret. Alcohol didn't affect him… at all. It just burned away because of the fire in his belly. But it was a secret he held close, he hadn't even told Happy. He'd only discovered it in the past few months, when he had had some trouble sleeping, and had heard some of the guys saying drinking helped them forget the bad and fall asleep.

But 15 beers later, it hadn't taken any effect. He had wondered at the time how much he had to drink before it started to work. Of course then he spent the rest of the night peeing, so it hadn't helped in the least. He'd experimented a few times with different things, but nothing had worked at getting him drunk. He was biding his time preparing to challenge Cana to a drinking contest to win a bunch of jewels one of these days. Tonight would be good practice.

He was just annoyed because it felt like he was losing. He didn't like her scheming against him. Plus he had already had to do over 10 to her 1. The flirty waitress had returned. Guess this will make 13.

"I need 10 shots of different flavors and I can't have 2 of the same shot."

Looking a little shocked. "Sir, maybe you should slow down a little."

"I'll be fine. Just don't give me 2 of the same thing, and nothing sweet. In fact could you write down the names of all the drinks you bring me, so I can keep track. Also a pen a paper would be appreciated." He handed her 100 jewels.
She widened her eyes in excitement, "Anything you say hot stuff." She winked at him as she walked back to the bar.

Where was Lucy? The only reason he was in this little slice of hell was to be with her.

The waitress returned after a few minutes with the drinks, and with a sheet of paper and a pen. "Here ya go." As she put each one down, she said its name. "Based off your previous order we have the Afterburner, Afterburner #2, Brush Fire, Fire & Torture, Fire in Heaven, Flaming Nazi, Forest Fire, Blood Clot, and the Cum Scorcher. Enjoy." Trying not to be embarrassed by that final one, he wrote down all the names. I am not going to lose.

Hmm, my slave for a day. He still remembered her maid outfit from their first mission. She had looked cute. Maybe I'll make her wear that again. Of course her current outfit was almost beyond sexy. He had spent most of the time looking around so he wouldn't have to deal with the hard on from hell because of it. Something about the lights here, made her even more alluring. What should he make her do? First I'll make her go fishing with me. Then she'll cook all the fish I catch. And maybe use her lap as a pillow, as she rubs my head. Perhaps I'll make her give me a full body massage, and then I'll return the favor. He hit himself in the head to restart his brain to focus on the current situation, instead of day dreams.

Then he finally saw her, she was already on the dance floor with a couple of other girls. So much for his hard on prevention. He may have been looking around earlier, but he hadn't actually been paying attention. That changed now. That was dancing? He was a little shocked. He quickly looked at the other couples. Half of them almost looked like they were having sex while standing, and sort of clothed.

He started staring at Lucy exclusively after noticing that. He watched has she rolled her hips to the music. She wants to dance with me like that? His eyes were glued to her. She pumped her hips with the rhythm. Could he bring himself to dance like that in public? Without realizing it, he was downing his shots. He was enjoying watching her immensely. Yes, yes I think I want to dance like that with her.

Then he watched as some asshole came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. And started moving against her. Keep cool, keep cool. This is 'dancing', she'll get mad at me. She turned around and shook her head no at him while pushing at him. Than he saw the shit grab her ass. Natsu didn't realize he was holding a glass till it shattered in his hand.

Not really caring anymore, he moved by instinct. Almost instantly he was there, as he forcefully pulled Lucy out of the shit head's arms and shoved his dumb ass down. He put Lucy behind him, fully prepared to rip the fuckers head off. How dare he lay a finger on her? "Back off asshole!" He ignored the tugging on his right arm as he gave the fucktard a death glare.

"You gotta problem bitch?" Stupid shit obviously had a death wish.

"Yes, but I'm about to burn it away." Natsu gave a maniacal smile as he lit is left hand on fire and formed a fist, prepared to launch himself on this bastard for thinking he could touch Lucy. He took great satisfaction in the fear he smelled coming from the douche.

"Natsu! Come on, stop being like this." Lucy screamed and pulled him even harder away from the escalating fight.

Her voice finally registered, so Natsu allowed himself to be dragged away "Come near her again, and I'll kill you" he stated, not taking his eye off the turd, and flicking the asshole off with his lit hand as he went.

Back at the booth, he couldn't believe it when she started yelling at him! "I can't believe you were trying to start a fight in the middle of a club! Can't you see all the innocent people around?"

Now he was getting pissed as well. "That bastard grabbed you!"

"That happens in clubs! The music is so loud that it's hard to hear a request so you just move up to a person you want to dance with!"

"That shithead wouldn't let you go! I saw you pushing him off. What the fuck do you want me to do? Offer him a drink, or how about a condom?!"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You're just supposed to ignore it and let me handle it!"

"Oh, Hell no! There is no way I'm gonna let some fucktard, fuckin grope my partner while I'm sitting right there. I saw you trying to push him away! I saw him grab your ass! You want me to sit here with my thumb up my ass while someone attacks you? We watch each other's backs! That is what partner's do!" He had his arms crossed and was jiggling his leg in frustration and anger. Why is everything turning into such a steaming pile of shit? This was supposed to be fun. Instead they've done nothing but fight. Like hell I'm gonna fuckin apologize again.

"Natsu?" She said after a few moments of stunned silence.

"Yeah?" He tried to modulate his tone of voice; he could tell by her tone that she wasn't mad anymore.

"You're completely right, I'm sorry. Thank you for helping me out." She said it with a small smile.

He gave her a big grin. Yay he was right for once! "You're welcome! So How many shots does that assholes actions count as?"

She blinked than snorted. "I guess 2, since he combined flirting with asking me to dance."

"What you waiting for, you're like 10 behind me." He signaled the waitress again.

"Oh right I need 3 more for when I was in line for the bathroom. "

The waitress approached again.

"My partner needs 5 shots."

"I'll have the Banana Cream Pie, Candy Corn, Caramel Apple, Chocolate Cake #1, and Chocolate Cake #2" She stated. "You're not having any? I saw a bunch of skanks all over you earlier."

He silently smirked at the skank comment, (and inwardly cringed at all the desserts in a glass she wanted to consume), as he looked down and saw all his glasses were gone. Well there went his evidence. "I drank several while you were being mauled."

"Uh-huh"

Twitch. "Fine." Woman drives me crazy. "I'll take Brain Damage, Brain Eraser, Brain Eraser #2, Brain Tumor, and Brain Tumor #2." He liked the names and dedicated each one to Lucy. He must be suffering some kind of brain damage to be pursuing the biggest weirdo he's ever known. Which is saying something, since his favorite punching bag had a stripping habit.

He didn't honestly know if he had managed to drink every shot beforehand anyway. He knew he drank at least one when he smashed the glass but couldn't be sure of the rest. So to be fair he ordered more. (He did in fact drink all of them, he was just preoccupied)

The waitress brought over the 10 shots. She was gonna make bank tonight.

"Alright Natsu, let's do these together."

They each grabbed a shot "1-2-3" and chugged it back. This was better, and more what he had been hoping for when he suggested they go out tonight.

"Whoa, that's actually kind of strong." Lucy said.

"Giving up already?" Natsu taunted.

She just glared at him, and grabbed her next shot and downed it as well. And proceeded to down the other 3. Her face was looking very flushed at this point. Natsu was trying very hard not to laugh as he matched her drink for drink. This was what he had wanted, to just have a fun time with Lucy. The music may be too loud, the smells too strong, and too many assholes to count, but as long as he was with her, things were fine.

Though the random shit for brains of both sexes were getting on his last nerve. Just when they were getting into a comfortable groove, one would appear, like said asshole here.

"Hey baby, why is such a sexy lady just sitting in the corner with this loser. Let me show you a real good time." Some random clubber with too much cologne had come by.
"Get lost asshole." Natsu said menacingly.

"I don't believe I was talking to you pinky; so how about it beautiful, wanna dance?" Cologne boy failed to notice that his life was on the line.

"No thank you, I'm here with him." She said pointing at Natsu.

It felt like the females of this joint had grown even bolder after his display of strength, because at one point he got the feeling Lucy was going to pull out her whip and beat some of them senseless. He liked a jealous Lucy, but didn't feel like having her ire directed towards him, so had stopped being polite to the flirts a while ago. Couldn't they just take a hint that he only wanted Lucy? But damn, his drink count was significantly higher than Lucy's was. (It should be noted that Natsu is infinitely more intimidating looking to the men than Lucy is too the women.) Of course if her drink count was as high as his, she'd probably die.

The waitress was completely amazed that the pink fighter was still standing. He had easily consumed over half there menu of shots by this point, and didn't even looked buzzed. At first she was worried she'd have to deal with a strong, violent drunk especially after the almost fight he had earlier, but he just sat calmly with his date who was completely smashed. "Might as well bring him some more" she silently thought, thinking of the tip she'd get by the end. She had given up on any chance of bringing him home that night. Not only was his date gorgeous, he hadn't shown the littlest bit of interest in her.

"Hey handsome, I have our Nipple Line here. Buttery Nipple, Buttery Nipple #2, Branded Nipple, Buttery Nipple With A Cherry Kiss, The Real Slippery Nipple, and the Spicy Buttery Nipple"

Natsu tried very hard not to blush. What's with those names? Though the Spicy Nipple was actually pretty good. If it wasn't for the rules, he'd had order a couple of more. Hmm wonder what Lucy's…not going there.

"Hey, I want a Cowboy Cocksucker!" Lucy said overly happily.

Almost spitting his drink out, he looked at her in shock at her selection, and the blush won and came forth, which caused Lucy to laugh at him. Perhaps she's had enough to honestly didn't want to know what it was made with.

He had been watching the dancers carefully, and thought he shouldn't make a complete fool of himself. It definitely struck him as more… instinctual, than the structural set steps Lucy had taught him all those years ago. And he had the best instincts; a dragons instincts. Drawing on every ounce of courage he possessed, he attempted a casual voice as he asked, "Lucy, wanna dance?"

At this point she was very flushed and beyond buzzed. "You want to dance with me?" She asked with a slight slur as her face lit up with a large smile.

With only a slight nervous flutter of his hand he reached out to her. Her giant smile, wiped away his trepidation. He led her onto the dance floor and pulled her into his arms, and at first awkwardly mimicked what he saw around him. Lucy was an excellent teacher however, and he quickly found his rhythm.

I'm a masochist he decided as he held a clingy Lucy up against him. Even completely smashed she was graceful and sexy on the dance floor. The music was fast, with a constant bass beat. He had his hands on her waist as she faced him and he matched his hips with hers. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Time seemed to stand still as the rest of the room disappeared and there was just him, Lucy and the music. Her skin was glistening with sweat. Her scent filled his lungs and with every breath he took more and more of it became a part of him. It sent shivers through him.

The flashing lights, the haze in the air, the tempo, all worked together to create an ambiance, that turned his already beautiful Lucy, into a seducing siren. She incited him to give in to the music.

He allowed himself to be completely swept away. No longer worried about his arousal or her reactions. He rubbed his hands over her back, and sides, relishing in the feel of her exposed skin. At some point she turned away from him, and her tight ass was pressing against his desire. He held her against him with one hand on her stomach and his other placed lower on her leg, to caress her skin in those tempting hearts. He nuzzled her neck, gently trailing his lips down to her collar bone, giving it a small lick. She was more intoxicating than anything else he's ever had.

They continued to rock against each other, and he wanted her. With every fiber of his being, he wanted her. He held her tighter against him and started kissing her neck roughly. He could feel her heartbeat, pulsing against his lips. He heard her moan in arousal as she leaned her head back against him, giving him better access to her neck. His hands growing bolder in their exploration of her body. He abruptly flipped her around to face him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck. And he looked deeply into her eyes.

Neither aware of the attention they were attracting due to the provocative way they danced. Several malevolent pairs of lust filled eyes watched from the shadows. Angry jealousy seeping from their pores. A leader with a horrible grin upon his face, making plans to kill the pink one, and to get the blond, and dominate her.

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I'm so evil aren't I? :P hehehe

Senior year flew by. Of course he went to Senior Prom with me. He was so super sweet. He'd randomly meet me after school, and we'd go hang out till his next class. He'd pick me up from my part time job. I failed chemistry, so had to go to summer school. He was there for me and supported me so much. He even cut a class to attend my little graduation ceremony.

We'd been dating about 10 months now. And I was just content in my relationship with him. It was fun, he was great, and I was happy where we were. He had started hinting at stronger feelings for me than just like or attracted, but I wasn't sure I was ready for that.

You guys wouldn't know of course, but my home life was pretty miserable. Violent abusive mom who was so desperate for a man that she'd take just about anyone, and a barely there dad. Aunt divorced and on her 3rd husband. Racist grandmother. Love wasn't something I had much experience with and honestly it was one of those things that kind of scared me. I'd seen some of the stupidity that girls did for the sake of "love". So I was jaded.

He was on the opposite spectrum. He grew up with loving parents, who loved each other abundantly, and all 4 of their kids. He had many examples of love in the marriages between his aunts and uncles, and grandparents.

I'll be honest that he took our relationship more seriously from the get go. I liked him, really liked him. Found him incredibly attractive, but was I ready for the "L" word? I promised him one that I wouldn't say it unless I knew I meant it.