**This is a thank you for voting for Fairies After Dark for best AU/AR in the Guild Awards. Enjoy!
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Lucy sat up in bed and pressed her hand against her damp chest. Her heart crashed against her palm, and her sex ached from her vivid dream. There was something euphoric about the dream, twisted limbs and a cacophony of moans that rang in her ears.
She didn't think. She stumbled out of bed and sat at her desk in the dim room. Lucy had no time to turn on a light lest she lose the dream. Her mind clung to it as though she desperately clutched sand. She pulled her notebook out of the tall pile of books on her desk and flipped it open to a blank page. She had no time to edit, no time to overthink. The only thing that mattered was to get the images on a page. She wrote like a mad woman on fire. Every image moved to the next until she realized she wrote a cohesive sex scene. She pressed her thighs together from the ache. She'd do something about that after she finished writing. Her handwriting was a scribbled mess, but legible enough for her to decipher later. She held the notebook up to reread what she wrote. Now, she could finally relieve the ache she felt and go to bed.
But something wasn't right about the notebook. She didn't remember having one this thick.
"Did I write in one of my own books?" If that were the case, at least it was her book and not one she borrowed from Levy. Lucy closed the book. Her blood froze in her veins. How? How had she not noticed which book she wrote in? The front cover was hard not to read, even in the dark. The title read, E.N.D. The dark bold letters stared back at her accusatory, as though it said, "I know what you did." Lucy had written a sex scene in Natsu's book. The book that connected to his own life. She glanced around the empty room, her lust and purpose forgotten. She was wide awake now.
Once the shock wore off, it was damage control time. She flipped back to her raving lunatic ramblings and attempted to rip the pages out. But as though the pages were bound with cement, they did not budge. A litany of curses tumbled from her panicked lips. She pulled out an eraser and desperately ran it over the text. It was futile and she knew it. Lucy had not only written a sex scene in Natsu's book, but she'd also written it in ink. As she furiously continued to try and rub the words out, she cursed past Lucy for reassuring Natsu that she'd take good care of his book. She set the eraser aside in defeat.
"What have I done?" she said to the dark.
"I would like to ask the same question," Natsu said. Lucy swiveled around and clutched the book behind her back, as if that would hide her blunder. He held onto the window frame for dear life. A thin sheen of sweat made his sleeveless gray shirt cling to his sculpted body. His chest rose and fell in a rush. How had he gotten to her window so fast?
"What are you talking about?" she said. He laughed at this. The familiar sound lower than she expected.
"Lucy, give me the book." Natsu held out his shaking hand.
"No." She didn't know why she wanted to hide it from him. Maybe, he didn't know what exactly was written in it.
"Lucy," he said as he stepped over her bed and nearly toppled onto her little pink rug.
"I can fix it." Lucy backed up into the chair she'd abandoned and nearly tripped. She had to catch the book before it hit the ground. Natsu eyed the tome like a jungle cat.
"Damage done. Give me the book." He held his hands out in a stance that said he'd tackle her for it. She had to get out of there. Lucy took in her options. The window, the door, or her tiny bathroom window. Door it was. She clutched the book against her chest and bolted for the exit. Natsu lurched for her and put his hand against the door to keep her there. She squeaked when he nearly got a hold of the book in his other hand. She stumbled below his arm and ran for the bathroom. She prayed the window was big enough for her to fit. Natsu's laughter muffled behind the locked door.
"I just want my book back," he said.
"Not until I fix this." Lucy opened the book in her hands, but there wasn't much she could do about it in the bathroom. She popped open the tiny window above the toilet. There was no way in hell she'd fit her hips through. She had to come up with something. Her cheeks burned at the thought of Natsu reading what she wrote.
"I told you, damage already done. I'd like my book back," he said.
"Let me try to fix it and I'll give it back to you."
"You do realize that book is connected to me, right?" he said.
"Of course, I do!" She squinted at the messy page.
"If fixing it means rubbing on it again, it's a definite no." He practically groaned against the door. She clutched the book to her chest again.
"Wait, did you feel that?" she asked.
"Yes." The word was strained. She hoped she didn't hurt him.
"How did you know I wrote something in the book?" she asked. Part of her didn't want to know, but she couldn't help her curiosity.
"I felt it," he said.
"Like, you felt me writing in it?" she asked the door. The other side was uncommonly quiet for a moment before he answered.
"I felt what you wrote in it," he said. Lucy had made the worst and most embarrassing mistake of her life.
"I can fix it! Give me a minute and some white-out or something. Back away from the door or I won't come out!" she called. His shadow disappeared from underneath the door. "Stand at the front door. Away from my desk so I can try something."
"Fine. I moved." Natsu's voice sounded far enough away for her to crack open the door and peek out. A rush of wind whipped her hair out of her face as Natsu wrenched open the door. Lucy protested when Natsu leaned forward and took her over his shoulder. Her bottom high in the air as he placed her back on the rug to get the book away from her.
"Why. Are. You. So. Impatient!" With each word, Lucy hit Natsu with the book. He held his hands up over his face. His smile was evident beneath his arms.
"Lucy," he laughed, "Just give me my book back."
"You can't read it!" she called and lifted the book over her head to keep it farther away from him. He pressed his body against her to keep her still and reached up to take the book from her hands. With a strong grip he pried it away. "Give it back!" He rose onto his knees and opened the book. She sat up and spread one of her hands over his face and the other over the pages of the book.
"Come on." He wrestled her hand away from his face. Unfortunately for Lucy, her hand was too small to truly obscure the words on the page.
"Please," she begged.
"I gotta say, you have terrible handwriting." He held the book up over his head so she couldn't reach as he slowly read the words. Natsu grew quiet, but Lucy continued to struggle.
"I can fix it!" Heat spread over her face and chest. While he was paying more attention to the book, she slid from beneath him and took it from his hand. "Ah ha!" But there was no triumph, only embarrassment. She stood over Natsu, who still sat on his knees. Just like how her little story started. His face was far from amused. He looked up at her with his hands on her thighs.
"It's payback time," he said.
"Oh no it's not. I'm writing in here that you forget all this." Lucy moved toward her desk, but his strong hands held her still.
"Damage done," he repeated and kissed her stomach where her night top had ridden up. Everything about her dream came back to her. Her sex clenched again when he met her eyes. "Drop the book." He tugged down the waistband of her sleep shorts a bit further and kissed her heated skin.
Now came the dilemma. To make a break for the pen and fix this mess or allow Natsu to continue with whatever he wanted to do to her. Her resolve melted away as soon as his thumb ran up and down her damp slit through her little shorts. The book slipped from her fingers and fell to her rug.
Just like the dream he slid her shorts and underwear down her legs until they fell into a heap on the floor. He kissed along her inner thigh, and she bent forward and slid her fingers through his hair. He skimmed his teeth over her thigh before he guided her backwards until the back of her legs met her desk chair. She sat in the chair without complaint. There was little to complain about after all.
Natsu spread her legs wide for him to get a good view of her. He tilted his head to admire what he saw there before he leaned in to kiss her other thigh. Lucy groaned when he slid his thumb down her slit again. The touch so soft that her legs shook.
"You write good instructions, Lucy," he said before he wrenched her forward and pulled her legs over his shoulders. She gripped his hair as he ran his hot tongue over her inner lips. That ache returned, and begged for him to do it, just like her dream. As if he heard her thoughts, he peered up at her between her legs and ran his tongue along her clit and down to her drenched core. He sank himself into her, and her walls clenched around him. Natsu wasn't kidding when he said he'd have payback. What did he feel from her little dream in his book? Lucy could barely contain herself and wiggled in her chair as he devoured her. He pulled out and sucked on her throbbing clit. Lucy moaned and pulled on his hair. The action made his eyes slide shut and a growl to leave his lips. She could feel his lips move over her bud as he cursed.
"Natsu, you don't have to," Lucy said. He pressed a digit past her folds and sank deep into her. She cried out and moved her hips desperate for more fingers, desperate for him to fill her. He didn't respond but watched her face as he finger fucked her in her desk chair. The suction around her clit so intense that she panicked. "I'm going to—Natsu." He added two more fingers. The slick sounds of his fingers in and out of her sex filled the air. The sight and sound so erotic she couldn't stop the flood of ecstasy that overtook her. She screwed her eyes shut and saw stars. The only time she'd ever come that hard was with her own fingers. Natsu smiled against her and slowly thrusted his fingers into her. She tried to pry him away, but he ran his tongue over her sensitive clit instead.
It was too late to fix what she'd done; he had already read what she wrote and clearly wanted it too. So, Lucy wanted more. She wiggled her legs to let him know she wanted to let them down, but his broad shoulders kept her pinned there. He shook his head, ran his tongue over her thigh, and bit her playfully. Every nerve felt alert after her orgasm. Even his soft bite made her groan. Lucy pushed against his shoulders as hard as she could. She set her legs free and pushed him backwards with a grunt. This time, he easily toppled over onto the floor. Because he'd grabbed her thighs, she fell onto her knees, his head between her legs. The sight made her face heat up again. What was she doing?
Natsu palmed her ass and moved her hips so that she rubbed her sex against his mouth. She cursed but followed his lead. This wasn't in her dream. Natsu continued to prove that he was in fact a fast learner. His hands worked the soft skin of her ass as she swiveled her hips. But again, she wanted more. He quirked a brow and moved her hips back so he could speak.
"Is that a challenge?" he grinned. His mouth glistened from her arousal. Lucy was sure this was all another dream. She'd wake up, grab the book, and bring it back to him at the guild tomorrow, never to speak of this.
"What is?" she asked.
"That frown," he said.
"Not everything is a challenge," she said. This appeared to amuse him, and he moved her leg over him so that she sat next to him on the floor. "What are you doing?" He came to sit behind her with his legs straddling her back side. He slid her flush against his back. His erection evident as it pressed against her back. He pulled off his top and pulled hers over her head. They sat flush against each other. He moved his lips over her shoulder and one hand over her exposed breast. She groaned when his other slid between her legs.
"That's better," he said as he positioned them. She was about to ask what he was talking about when she noticed that he'd angled them so that she stared into her own eyes through her long mirror at the far end of her room. "That's the frown I was talking about." He met her gaze through the mirror. Her legs were splayed along his and his larger hand wrapped over her sex. She arched her back when he fondled her nipple into a hard peak and his fingers penetrated her. He watched himself enter her core and splayed his fingers open to see her fully. He moaned against her shoulder and grinded his clothed shaft against her back. She leaned her head against his shoulder and took hold of her other breast. They fit together, her body snug against his.
As hot as it was, she thought of her dream, of what she really wanted. Just before she felt another climax coming, she used every ounce of strength to break his hold on her. She turned around so that she faced him. Natsu's eyes were as wide as the full moon outside her window. Lucy ceased his complaints with her mouth against his. She pressed her body against him so that he lay back onto the rug. He buried his fingers into her hair and plunged his tongue into her mouth with a groan that shook against her own chest. She slid her fingertips down his bare torso and slid his waistbands down over his legs. He tossed his pants off with his feet and left himself open to her. She placed her hand against his chest to keep him there as she leaned back. The sight of him took her breath away. His flushed face, chest, and messy hair. His body open and vulnerable beneath her made her shiver. This is what she wanted. To mess him up.
"Stay still," she said. He obliged her, clearly more confused than anything, and watched as she took his length into her palm. He hissed out a breath when she circled the head of his cock with her thumb until precum glistened at the tip. He balled his fists up into the rug as she leaned in to kiss his thigh. Natsu, the king of not listening to anyone, followed her instructions with full attention. A thrill ran through Lucy's veins. Power. She kissed up his stomach to his chest. Natsu groaned and wiggled beneath her but allowed her to continue unattested. "I think I'm about to win this challenge," she said. He opened his mouth to protest, a grin already on his face when she rose up over him. His lips parted but no sound came out as she placed his cock at her entrance.
This was what her dream was about after all. It was what woke her in the middle of the night. She sank down on his shaft. Natsu's eyes rolled back as he filled her walls to the brim. Lucy moaned as she seated him deep and sat fully atop him. Her fingers splayed against his chest as she adjusted herself. His hands encompassed her hips and his eyes lit with a fire she'd rarely seen. When she was comfortable, she circled her hips over him, then slid him out to the tip. She stopped there and met his eyes before snapping her hips forward. A moan escaped Natsu's lips, and his face softened, fucked out beneath her. She did it again and again until he unleashed soft pleas.
"You win," he choked out. With that, she thrust against him with her hands pressed against his chest. Her rhythm was ruthless and greedy. Their moans and wet sounds of their sex filled the room. Lucy could feel her orgasm coming. She couldn't hold it back even if she wanted to. As if he could see through her, he took her hips in a firm grasp and snapped them forward over and over. His own hips thrusted up to meet her every move. He bit down on his lip as she rode his cock until she fell apart over him. Even as she came, he continued their rhythm so that when one orgasm ended another started. She cried out with her fated bliss.
Natsu groaned and moved them so that he was on top of her, still deep inside her. He braced his muscular arms around her head and moved to the same ruthless rhythm. Lucy slid her legs farther apart, so he hit that perfect spot. Their moans were like a song that she'd still be singing in the morning as they came undone together on her floor, the book long forgotten. His movements became languid until he stilled above her. Their breaths loud in each other's ears.
"I win, huh?" she said.
"This time, I guess," he replied. "But don't tell anyone." He leaned to the side to fall beside her.
"Like I would tell anyone about this!" she protested. Natsu laughed at that. "I'm sorry for writing in your book."
"I'm not," Natsu said. "Do it any time." Lucy couldn't help the fit of laughter that ensued. She couldn't tell if it was because this whole thing felt absurd, the relief that she didn't have to fix the book after all, or because she'd have to figure all this out in the morning.
