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The Difference Between Us

Lucy

The blank screen on my laptop glared back at me.

For the past two days since arriving back in Fiore, I sat on the large couch of the sitting room in the back of the mansion. The white screen was mocking me for drawing a blank for this manuscript. Ms. Spetto arrived and placed a fresh cup of tea. Unable to ignore her lingering presence, which didn't budge when I got the sense of her eyes on me after placing the teacup down, I turned my head to look at her.

The bright light from the computer made my eyes blurry, so I was unable to read her face. I turned away to take off my reading glasses and rubbed the fuzziness away.

"Lucy dear, you have been sitting here for days. Get up and stretch your legs," Ms. Spetto said.

"I know. I just wanted to start this before anything," I sighed. Reaching for the hot tea, I took a quick sip.

"Since nothing is coming to mind, how about a nice bath, or better yet a walk outside? The fresh air should do you some good. It might help clear your mind."

"Maybe," I place the saucer and cup back down.

"Pick one. I need to dust this room, especially the couch. You're making a dent."

I snapped my head toward her. She was basically calling me a couch potato, literally. "Fine," I grumbled grabbing my phone to scroll through the map. I was craving something sweet. The famous bakery I frequented after school was near my home. Anything to delay being home with my father. It was only a few miles away by car.

"I told your father this was the only downside of you becoming a writer." I looked up from my phone to stare at Ms. Spetto. She placed her hand on her hip, shaking her head. "I said you might be sitting around all day staring at the computer, but it was your passion so he couldn't stop you from pursuing it." She sighed, placing her hand over her heart. "That stubborn man tried every excuse to stop you."

She stopped talking when I didn't say anything. "Well get up." She moved and made her way to the open door. "If you're going out, maybe you can see that boy that used to come around. What was his name again?" She tilted her head thinking. "Natsu!" I stiffened at his name. "Since you've been traveling, he hardly comes around. Since your home how about you bring him by?"

The issue with my blank mind and incapable to write even a title was because of him. Brandish made it sound easy to confront him about our problems but being alone with him scared me. Knowing myself, I rather have some sort of self-control. Despite my anger from the loss of our friendship, another unrestrained emotion deters me from being sane. Having him that one time had built this craving to have him again. Buried deep and bringing out my deepest desires. I shook my head. "I'm too busy for any company at the moment."

Ms. Spetto huffed and then frowned. "Fine. What would you like for dinner?"

I leaned forward to close my laptop. "Something light. I'll be grabbing something outside to snack on while I clear my head."

"Nothing sweet for that snack. You've always had a sweet tooth since you were a child. That's the one thing Layla worried about when you got older. Always eating sweets and no vegetables." I paused my movements and glanced over at her. Ms. Spetto had tears forming in her eyes, but quickly dabbed them away. "Be careful outside dear."

She left before I could say anything. The topic of my mother has always been a sensitive topic in this house. My father forbade anyone from talking about her, especially when I was around. Since he died, the staff whispered about my mother, but Ms. Spetto was the only one to mention her in front of me. Slowly gauging my reaction, but never ionizing like her. I saw no point in crying. My mother was in a better place and no longer in pain.

I stood up and stretched my stiff body. Lounging around for such a long amount of time does affect the body. Already dressed in yoga pants and a light crop top sweater, I figured running out to curb my sweet tooth wouldn't affect me much with the summer weather. The mansion was cool, and I was going for a drive. So, in and out, no sweat or heat exhaustion.

One of the staff helped update the registration on one of the cars my father bought me for my 18th birthday before my return. That way, I wouldn't have to spend extra money on a rental. Grabbing the keys from the numerous amounts of others, I headed for the garage. The midnight-blue Aston Martin gleamed under the garage lights ready to hit the streets.

"Hello, my baby," I smirked running my fingers over the shiny surface. "Ready to hit the road for a bit?" I chuckled to myself knowing it won't answer back, but I imagined it did.

I hopped in and fastened my seat belt. The engine roared when I pressed the ignition button. I connected the Bluetooth to my favorite playlist before turning up the volume. Peeling out, I drove down the long drive to the gate. The guard waved and I honked in recognition. With sunglasses on and music blasting, I felt relaxed already.

Parked a few blocks away from the busy strip, I decided to walk the rest of the way. When I returned two years ago, I never had the chance to appreciate the changes in the daylight. Previous shops from the past were now built more extravagant for consumers, some were under new management, and others remained the same. The nostalgic street of Magnolia was forever calming despite the one thing that kept me away.

Seeing the bakery, I noticed a cute smoothie shop next door. Remembering Ms. Spetto's words from earlier about my sweet tooth, I frowned. I glanced between the two shops debating what I needed to what I wanted. Giving in, I decided to try the new smoothie shop. Before heading back home, I would stop in to grab something from the bakery before they closed for the day.

A chocolate-covered strawberry smoothie hit the spot for both my sweet tooth and something healthy. Wanting to enjoy it without any distractions, I spotted a park a few feet away. There were people walking their dogs, basking in the sun, and relaxing. Finding an empty park bench, I sat down and indulged myself in the cool drink.

Taking out my phone, I scrolled through my new social media page. The fiasco with Natsu made me deactivate it after a few months, even though I blocked him. I feared seeing him on my other friend's feeds would spark my curiosity about his life and blossoming relationship with his girlfriend. I smiled seeing Juvia posting a picture of her in the corner of the screen with Gray behind her looking at different fabrics. In the description, she tagged him with the hashtag #weddingplanning. They were great together, and I'm glad I rooted for them throughout high school. Gray first denied himself happiness during high school, but Juvia stayed by his side throughout college with arms wide open whenever he was ready.

I liked it and continued scrolling. Cana and her father Gildarts, Levy, Gajeel, Erza, and Jellal, among other friends from high school, appeared throughout my feed as I scrolled. They all looked happy, but I couldn't believe everything on social media. Erza's words about being here for big events could not compare to the little things. Missing even the simplest milestone could be detrimental to the friendship. As I was about to scroll down to see Natsu's page wondering about the milestones I missed for the couple of years, a voice almost made me drop my phone.

"Lucy Heartfilia."

The sting on my cheek from five years ago burned as if I were right back there again. Remembering that moment made me hesitant to move.

"I know you heard me." My eyes slowly glanced up to stare at the figure before me. She wore a cute floral dress that matched her frame, but her eyes poured gasoline down my throat. Touka Faris snickered at me with bitterness and such pride that made me want to throw up. "My, don't you look… what's the word I'm looking for… lonely? Pitiful?" She clapped her hands. "Inferior." Touka grinned, placing her hand on her hip. "What are you doing back here in Magnolia? I thought I chased you out of town."

My breathing built as I began to tremble. Not with fear, but with boiling rage. I wanted to get my hit back from her accusations that day and now for calling me low. "You didn't run me out of town Touka. I left to pursue my career."

"Oh yeah. Those books. I read them." Touka rolled her eyes, "God, those stories are pathetic. Why do you put your characters through the wringer like that to only get a boring happy ending?"

I smirked ignoring her insult of my stories. "I'm glad I can meet a fan."

"Oh please, I'm not a fan. It just so happened to be recommended by a friend."

"Well, your friend has great taste."

Touka glared at me with hatred. "Get off your high horse Heartfilia. Your work is mediocre at best."

"It was still a bestseller," I shrugged not letting her insults get under my skin. At least not showing her it is.

She growled but relaxed. Her mouth turned into an evil smirk. "Sure. While you were around the world writing your books, Natsu and I were here taking care of our baby." She closed her eyes as if reminiscing. "We were supposed to get married, but I was showing too much. So, we had to postpone the wedding." She opened her eyes and smiled. "I'm off to see them now. Did you want to come?" My hands trembled listening to her. "No, you're far too busy for us commoner folks. But I am glad to see you're back for our autumn wedding this year."

No longer able to hold it in, I dropped the half-empty cup of the smoothie down my leg. The pink drink soaked into my leggings and sneakers, but I ignored it. My eyes could not leave Touka's eat-shitting grin. I couldn't believe my ears. This isn't real.

"Oh, dear look at you," she took out a handkerchief and threw it on my lap. "Clean yourself up before you attract ants." I glanced down at my lap and then back up to her. She waved. "I'll see you at the wedding, yes? Or not? I really don't care." She laughed while turning to walk down the path out of the park.

Everything suddenly felt unreal.

~s~

Natsu

"Again! Jab, cross, left hook. 1! 2! 3!"

Happy threw another swing with his little boxing gloves. He smiled through each punch, landing on the pads I held in front of him. I grinned with each land.

"Nice!" I ruffled his blue hair when I dropped my arms.

"Can we do it again?" he asked with more energy to spare. Happy was only four years old but a pro in the little league of boxers in the gym my father left for me to take over. With the progress he was making, I was willing to recommend him for the competition scheduled for the end of the month.

"Sure, little buddy. Take five and we can start up again." He nodded before ripping off the gloves and throwing them down in the ring to run to his backpack holding his water bottle. "Hey! Don't just leave your gloves lying around. They're expensive." Happy waved me off while drinking. I cursed under my breath but smiled bending down to pick up his gloves.

"Natsu!" While I was exiting the ring, a loud singing voice called my name. "Natsu darling!" I cringed at her nasal yammering.

Touka smiled looking up at me as I stood outside the ring. "What are you doing here?"

"To check on you and Happy of course." She turned around looking around. "Where is he by the way?"

"Why is it your business?"

"Oh, come on, are you denying me access to my son?" I jumped down and walked past her. She was right behind me. I refused to entertain her delusion. I made sure to walk far away from where I knew Happy was, so they did not interact with one another.

I proceeded to my office where we were isolated from the other children and parents. She walked in and sat in the chair in front of the desk. She looked around admiring the medals and trophies.

Touka placed her hands on the armrests getting comfortable. "You wouldn't believe who I ran into on my way here." I continued to ignore her as I placed Happy's gloves on the desk and took up my phone. I saw I had a few missed calls and messages. Some from Zeref, Mavis, and Gray. Nothing too alarming that needed my attention. "Lucy Heartfilia." That piqued my interest.

I glanced up at her. Touka's smile fell when I looked at her. "Wow, her name still pulls at your heartstrings."

"What did you do Touka?" I growled.

"I told her my truth."

"Which is?"

She smiled crossing her legs which hiked up her floral dress exposing her thighs. "The pregnancy, and the wedding." I grimaced at the thought of what was going through Lucy's mind when Touka dropped that on her. "Poor girl spilled some drink all over herself and couldn't pick her jaw off the floor. Well-deserved I might add."

I ran a hand down my face. "Why would you tell her that? What was the point?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I guess seeing her made me angry. I honestly still don't like her. Plus, she's a rich stuck up bitch."

"But she didn't do anything to deserve your hate. She doesn't flaunt her wealth by any means warranting your dismay. Lucy is a smart and a very nice woman."

"You say that, but she took you from me, did she not?"

"Touka…" I said taking a deep breath. I took a few seconds to gain my poser. "Lucy didn't take me away from you. I loved her before you came into the picture. I just didn't know it then." She looked away from me hiding her hurt. I took the opportunity to send a message to Gray about getting Lucy's new number.

I sat in the busy restaurant bouncing one leg under the table. Nerves shook throughout my body. I was happy to know Lucy had returned home before I had the chance to reach out. But I wish it was under better circumstances.

Touka's lies may have blown up any chance I had to make amends. The waiter came by to place a fresh glass of iced water. I nodded in thanks and focused back on the door. After sending Gray that message, he responded confused about why I needed it. When I didn't reply right away, he called me. Touka sat there fidgeting with a trinket on the desk while I talked to him.

"Dude, why are you asking me for her number? Shouldn't you have been the first one to get it?"

"It's complicated," I sat in my chair and leaned forward putting my elbows on my thighs.

"Complicated how? You know, I was telling Juvia how quiet you two were during dinner the other night. Barely interacting. I chugged it up to you guys walking in on… you know," he said softly.

"Like I said it's complicated. Can you just send it? Touka is here."

"Damn… call me later and explain what's going on." He hung up and a few seconds later his message hit my inbox.

I immediately texted her to meet tonight at a pinned location and sent a simple message.

Natsu: I will explain everything, so please come.

She read it but did not respond. Without a reply, I had to hope she would show up. Everything leading to tonight was hectic. Trying to get Touka out of the gym and get an overnight bag ready for Happy so I could drop him off at Zeref's and Mavis' house. I didn't know how long I would be out, so I didn't want to keep the babysitter longer than necessary.

Reaching for the glass, I took a large gulp to calm my nerves. I almost choked when I saw golden blonde hair enter the restaurant. I hit my chest to get the water to move from my windpipe so I could speak. The host pointed her in my direction, and we locked eyes. Smoothing out my dress shirt, I stood up when she approached the table.

When I first saw her at Gray and Juvia's home, I knew she was beautiful, but her sultry walk to the table drew my breath away. Her hair was in a high ponytail which swayed down her back and her bangs framed around her face. Her face was radiant, even with a hint of makeup on her high cheekbones, and around her almond-shaped eyes. The short burgundy-red dress that clung to her curvaceous body wrapped around with a white fabric giving it a distinct style, paired off with matching heels over her skin tone pantyhose made my eyes widen. She was like a wet dream for a teenage boy, and I was that kid having that dream.

Lucy approached me, and a strong scent of vanilla with a hint of jasmine mixed with caramel filled my nostrils. She always had a sweet scent, but this was something more. It was strong enough to make me salivate and want her scent all around me. Before I could hug her, she turned and sat at the table. She placed her white clutch on the side and stared straight ahead.

Dear God, I hope I can set us back on the right track.

Swallowing my greed, I pulled at my collar and sat down across from her. "So… umm, how are you? I didn't know you were back in Magnolia." She paused in answering as the waiter came with a new glass of water for her. He handed us menus as he introduced himself. He went down the night's specials and the variety of wines that would pair well with each dish. Every few seconds he would stare at Lucy, but she paid him no mind. She was looking right at me. He walked away giving us time to look over our choices.

She closed the menu never taking her eyes off me. "I wasn't planning on coming back until Juvia and Gray's wedding, but my editor insisted I return."

"Good for you. There's nothing like home, right?" She stared at me without responding. I swallowed nervously reaching for my glass of water. "What have you been doing since you've been here? Where are you staying? Have you explored Magnolia yet? A lot has changed, but then again it hasn't…" I closed my mouth. My rambling must have been overwhelming. I leaned forward and rubbed the back of my head. "Sorry. You make me nervous," I said dropping my eyes to the table.

What the fuck Natsu? Why would you say that?

I peered up at her. Lucy interlaced her fingers on top of the table and smiled at me. "Why do I make you nervous? You know me." Her voice came out flirty. She has never used that voice with me. It was her go-to when she wanted something from guys back in school. Whether it was to copy the previous night's homework, get an extra box of strawberry milk at lunch, or in need of help with bringing stacks of papers to the teacher's lounge. It was always used on them, never me. I inhaled as she moved closer like she knew what I was thinking.

"What is it that you really want to ask me?" I moved my hands off the table to my lap and sat back with my back ramrod straight. My eyes watched her lick her glossed lips and her eyelids lowered. Her flirting technique was working, and it made me want to touch her.

Something isn't right.

"Lucy… what are you doing?"

Her lips puckered out in a pout. "Nothing," she sighed, reaching for her own glass of water. Her finger circled the rim slowly. "I've been staying at home and trying to type up my manuscript. I drove for a bit today and walked through the strip to get some fresh air. You're also right. Much has changed but didn't at the same time." She dropped her hand and glanced up at me. "But what I didn't expect was running into Touka and finding out about you two."

I flinched when her eyes narrowed. "About that… don't let what she said bother you."

She waved her hand in front of her face dismissing my words. "Oh, I'm not. I agreed to see you today because I'm here to get what's mine."

I raised an eyebrow confused. "What's yours?"

"Yup." She moved the glass to the side and leaned forward placing her elbows on the table. She clasped her hands together to rest them under her chin. "Natsu, are you really hungry for food? Because I'm starving for something more sustainable." In the candlelight, her eyes glowed like two golden orbs entrapping me. Her demeanor had changed into a vixen ready to pounce. "Let's get out of here."

"Wait…" I raised my hand not only to stop her but myself from agreeing. This was weird. Her act and the flirtation. This is not how the night is supposed to go. "We need to have a serious talk."

"About what?"

"What Touka told you earlier today. What happened two years ago and what happened that night after my dad's funeral. And about us."

She bit her lip, deep in thought. "Why does it even matter? I personally don't care anymore." She took up her clutch. "I took a cab here so let's go back to your place." She stood up and paused. "Is it more convenient for it to be my place?" She shook her head, turning to walk back to the exit. "No, a hotel is better. I can make more noise that way without waking the staff."

"Lucy," I stood up and grabbed her hand trying to stop her from leaving. She glanced down at my hand, but I didn't let go. Why was she acting like this? Pushing all her feelings and my own to the side. For what? Sex? "Why are you being like this?" I looked at her up and down. "This isn't… you?"

"Are you sure about that?" She moved closer to me. Her heels made her slightly taller, but she was still ways away from passing me. "Two years ago, everything changed for me," her voice whispered. Her free hand trailed up my shirt to my collar. She took hold of it and brought me down near her lips. I could feel the heat from her body against mine. Her tongue swiped at my lip before pulling back but not letting go. Her brown eyes burned with a desire that I had seen that night. "So, what will your answer be? Have me all to yourself tonight, or let me go?"

I was against both decisions but letting her go again squeezed my heart. In the soft, romantic candlelit restaurant, her face held an ethereal beauty. I couldn't lose her again, so I will take her any which way I can.

"My place."

~s~

Lucy

I cried when I got home after what Touka told me. Ms. Spetto called out to me when I ran past her to my room. The pain of him having a family with the woman who without a doubt did chase me away broke me. The betrayal and the resentment could not compare to hearing her have the life I wanted with him.

This time I was ready to end all my attachments to him since he did it first. To never see or talk to him again. Pack up everything and move to Stella for good. To start over and build a new life without him in it. However, could I really do that? Never see him again. Hear his voice. Feel his touch. Smell his scent. Could I live without Natsu in my life?

My phone chimed with two messages. Through the tears, I hoped it was Brandish texting me so I could vent out my fears, decisions, and future plans. However, an unknown number appeared on my screen. Reading the familiar numbers, my stomach sank.

Natsu was texting me. Did Touka tell him she saw me? Was this the text to let me know his answer? Guessing what he wrote did not help my mind from spiraling. Swiping to open the message, I squinted reading it. Wiping my eyes, I re-read it and scowled.

If he wanted to explain everything, and then confirm her truths, then there would be no turning back. But I wasn't going to let him. Asking to see me tonight meant I would not turn back either. I wanted him to myself. Even if it's for a night.

The drive to his place was quiet. No music or talking. Only breathing, both out of nervousness and anticipation.

He pulled up to a large house. The lights were off meaning either Touka and their child were asleep or not home. Since they were here to have sex, my guess was the latter. Not wasting any time, I got out of the car when he cut the engine.

Natsu walked up behind me with his keys. He glanced down at me. His eyes were asking one question, but I pointed to the door with my chin so he could open it. I didn't need him backing out when we got this far. I also didn't want the neighbors to see us and report back to his 'fiancé'. When we entered his home, his scent was everywhere. It was like this place belonged to him only. He turned on a few lights, but it still cast shadows down certain hallways. My eyes glanced around. A picture frame drew my attention when I took a few steps.

It was of him and a small child. I quickly blinked and turned away from the frame. If I studied the picture, the reality of my choices would label me the homewrecker I knew I was about to become. Good people do bad things when they're in need.

I stepped back and kicked off my shoes. I pulled up my dress and shimmed out of the pantyhose and dropped them by my shoes. Natsu hearing my shuffling, turned around when I stood up straight by the door.

"What's wrong? Come in," he placed his keys on a hook by another picture frame on the wall.

I didn't want to take that chance to see Touka grinning at me with her little family. She had already taken so much from me, so I will get what little I can have. I will fuck him in every area of their home so whenever he walks in, he will only think of me and what we did. I didn't budge, waiting for him to come back to me. Confusion etched on his face; he made his way to me.

Good.

Let's begin.

I grabbed him by the collar and brought his lips down on mine. He stiffened at first when my lips touched his, but I felt him relax against me, so I pressed harder. Pushing up on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck, and arching my body into his, I kissed him with hunger. His fingers dug into my hips, grabbing, and pulling me closer as he devoured my mouth. One hand stayed there, while he brought the other to bury in my hair. Our tongues stroked against each other. He groaned when I pushed my breasts flushed against his chest. He lowered his lips to my neck, sucking and biting until my knees went weak.

This is wrong but it feels so right.

He tugged at the white fabric of my dress, and I did the same with his shirt. Hands and arms clashed as I went for the buttons, and he went for the tie holding my dress closed. Getting it off and pooling it around my feet, he pushed one of the cups of my bra down. He closed his mouth over my newly freed nipples tugging it between his teeth. I bit my lip as he sucked it hard, then looked up at me in the dim-lit foyer.

"Keep going," I breathed out. He moved to the next breast. I quickly opened his belt, and moved my hands in his boxers, gripping and squeezing with one hand while I used the other one to tug his pants down. He groaned, bringing his mouth back to mine as he grabbed my ass, lifting me off the floor.

I kept my hand around his dick, squeezing and stroking his smooth, yet rigid flesh as he pushed me against the door, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Lucy," he groaned in my ear before he nipped me there, then soothed the sting with a kiss.

"Yes, Natsu?" I gasped as he squeezed my ass, pulling me so close that it was impossible to keep stroking him.

"Are you sure about this?" he muttered against my mouth, taking a second to suck my bottom lip before he kissed me again, another hungry one that made my heart race.

In the back of my head, this was a terrible idea. Emotions aside, this was human nature. He lowered his mouth back to my breasts again. I moaned in response to the rasping of his tongue across my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.

"Yes. Whatever you do, don't stop now," I whimpered, closing my eyes as he pushed my panties to the side, pressing a thumb to my clit.

He lifted his head, pressing his bare chest against mine as he circled with his thumb, making me squirm against him. He looked me right in the eyes as he pushed a first finger into me and said, "I wasn't.

He dropped his mouth to my neck again, when the pressure in the pit of my stomach was coiling, and my legs began shaking. I was so close to coming in his hand and that was all I could think about. He put his mouth back near my ear as he plunged his fingers as deep as they could go, pressing a spot that made my legs turn to liquid. "I've missed you."

"I know," I whimpered as I clung to his shoulders, trying to move away from the pleasure of his fingers. He tightened his grip around my waist, keeping me still as he pumped faster. He lowered his head, slipping his tongue back into my mouth to swallow the high-pitched moans that escaped my throat as I came, and my eyes squeezed shut as I clenched around his fingers.

Without letting me go, he bent down to grab a condom from his pants pocket – ripped it open, and sheathed himself.

I bit my lip as he positioned himself against my opening. I sucked in a breath when he started the push to get past my folds to my insides. My gaze flickered up to his face, where I found him watching for my reaction. Our eyes met as he entered me, in a slow, deep stroke that pulled a low moan of satisfaction from my throat. He made a similar sound, then lowered his mouth to mine, devouring me as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

His hands gripped me as he began to move, in relaxed, measured strokes that felt like he was pushing all the way into my stomach. I closed my eyes, dug my nails into his muscled shoulders, and rolled my hips with the rhythm of his thrusts. This was meant to be. His fingers dug into my flesh, as his mouth moved down my neck, down to my breasts, then back up to run his tongue along my throat. I moved my head back giving him better access to suck, bite, and kiss.

"Fuck… I missed you," he said growling against my skin.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn't catch my breath long enough to form words as he moved into a faster tempo. He pounded into me, filling the foyer with the smack of skin on skin. Faster and faster, as he plunged deeper, kissed me harder, and gripped me tighter.

I was getting high from being embraced by him.

It was too much that I might become addicted to his touch.

I bit down on his shoulder as I came once again. He pulled me even tighter against him, pumping into me hard as my body clenched around him, milking his release as I whimpered through my own. We stayed like that, stuck together, as we caught our breath. After a few minutes passed in silence, he released my legs, letting me lower them to the ground.

I let out a shaky breath leaning on the front door, and he stepped back away from me, grabbing onto the wall to keep himself steady.

Finally gathering our composure, he gazed at me in wonder. I gave him the same look. I needed more of him. More time with him. All before the regret sets in.

"Bedroom," I whispered.

~s~

Natsu

Once again, she was ready. As soon as my lips touched hers for another kiss, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer. And it didn't feel awkward, or out of order – quite the opposite. It felt like we were following the natural course of what we should do.

I picked her up, hiking her legs around my waist as I deepened the kiss. She moaned as I rocked up against her, so I did it again, to get another one. Suddenly, that was my goal.

How many moans and whimpers could I get out of her?

Hearing her feel good because of me was like a spell I couldn't break free from.

She rolled her hips whimpering for me to not stop. I pushed aside thoughts about anything except what was happening at the moment. I was enslaved to her body underneath mine. I undressed her out of her undergarments slowly, enjoying the anticipation that was playing on her face, and the shivers that ran through her body when I touched her.

She laid back on the bed, and I spread her legs open admiring what I could see in the dimmed light of my bedroom. She sucked in a breath when my lips touched the inside of her thigh. With each touch, her breath hitched higher. By the time I reached the juncture of her thighs, she was trembling. When I closed my mouth around her, she sat up, moaning as my tongue played with her sensitive flesh.

I hooked one thigh over my shoulder and pushed the other out to spread her open as I licked, tasted, touched, and teased. She didn't hold back. She let every whimper, yell, and curse ring out as she went back and forth between running her fingers through my hair and digging them into my shoulders as I devoured her.

She clenched her thighs around my head when she came almost suffocating me, but I would have died happy with my face buried in the sweet warmth between her legs. I expected her to be drained after her third orgasm, but she attacked me instead.

A few minutes later, I was the one relaxing on my bed with my back against the headboard. I groaned as she sank onto me, then gripped the headboard for leverage as she rode me. I took her by the face, pulling her down into a kiss.

When we started, it was frantic. She was riding me fast, and hard, but something about that kiss took us somewhere else. I put my hands on her hips to slow her down, into a steady rhythm that matched my tongue in her mouth. When we pulled away from the kiss, I slid my hands up her body to cup her breasts, kissing, licking, and teasing until they were hard sensitive peaks that brought out a moan with every touch.

I could feel the tension building in her body as her orgasm approached. She started clenching around my dick, and I grabbed her by the hips needing us to come together. I drove up into her, harder and deeper as her expressions of pleasure got louder. She buried her face in my neck, sinking her nails into my shoulders as she came. A minute later, I drove into her one last time, with a harsh uneven groan.

It took us a second to catch our breath. I put a hand under Lucy's chin, urging her to sit up so I could see her face. When she did look at me, I could feel her uncertainty behind her honey-brown eyes. The same feeling I felt.

It had seemed like the natural thing to do, but now that it was done… I didn't know what to say.

What does this mean for us?

Author's Notes:

Thoughts?

Songs

Old Friends - LOONY

Be Your Love – Bishop Briggs

Lies In The Dark – Tove Lo

This Is What It Feels Like – BANKS

High Off You – alayna

PLEASE – Omido

Best Sex Ever - Vedo