chapter two

in which natsu comes to finish what they started

note: please note the rating change from T to M. this fic has become borderline porn with plot? but i ended up caring a bit too much about their character development outside the bedroom (and thus, their non-sexy actions) to really consider it that lol

Lucy spent the rest of the day strung thin like a thread. All she could think about was Natsu and his mouth and his hands. That look in his eyes and his I want you. Just thinking about it made her shiver in anticipation, but also –

She should not have done that. Actor-actor relationships were already messy, but a director and an actor from the same show? What would people say? She knew that it was well-known within the theatre community that the two of them were long-time friends from when they both went to Magnolia University's Performing Arts High School Summer Program. That Natsu was a talented and in-demand actor within his own right, as he had acted in professional shows before. Natsu did not need to sleep with a director to get a role; after all, he turned down two other offers just to be Othello. Yet Lucy? Othello was the first show she had directed entirely on her own. Unprofessional workplace environment, sex as a tool to get the most talented actor attending Magnolia U, abuse of power allegations? Any of those could destroy her burgeoning directorial career or worse, her acting career. Even if it was well-known that they were close friends, even if they had been more than professional throughout all their shows until now, even if she could hear Cana's voice insisting that "fucking it out" was a valid strategy for dealing with feelings, even if Natsu was a really good kisser, she should not continue this.

She heard a knock. Getting up from her secondhand dining room table, she opened her door to see Natsu, key ring in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder.

"I gave you my key for emergencies," she said.

Natsu shrugged. "I wasn't sure if you were in the bathroom or not."

He entered. Natsu had crashed at her small studio apartment enough times to be considered an unofficial roommate. The apartment he shared with his cousins was a thirty minute drive away and Lucy's was a stone's throw away from campus. With how late rehearsal's went and his boss' tendency to schedule him for early mornings, it made sense for him to split his time between his place and hers.

Still, although he should be a familiar sight amongst her cozy-enough, mostly-secondhand belongings, now there was an odd tension. Or maybe that was just her, aware of that unwilling anticipation in her stomach.

"What'd you make for dinner?" he asked.

"Fried rice. There's some left over on the stove, if you're hungry." He didn't wait for her to finish her sentence before heading to the kitchen. She returned to her plate and watched Natsu grab a bowl and serve himself, watched the muscles of his back through his tight shirt. (Just because she swore not to kiss him again doesn't mean she couldn't look, she justified to herself.) "I thought you were gonna eat with Wendy and Gajeel," she added.

"I did. I just –" He opened the silverware drawer and studiously didn't look at her. "- Forgot that Porlyusica would be visiting so I didn't make enough for four people. It didn't fill me up."

"I told you that if you guys needed grocery money I'd be happy to–"

Natsu sat down with a clatter that interrupted her sentence. "It's not that. We're fine. I just forgot she was coming until halfway through making the curry."

Her silence must've betrayed her doubt because after eating a couple bites, he sighed and grabbed her freckled hand. "We're fine, I promise. It was a simple mistake. Besides" – he ate another forkful of fried rice – "Why would I wanna miss out on your cooking?"

She smiled at him and his hand stayed on hers, his thumb stroking her knuckles, as he continued to eat. It was domestic. It was arousing. She wanted him so badly.

"I don't think we should kiss again."

His thumb stopped its strokes over her hand.

"Your blocking decision was good," she added. "But I don't think we should kiss. Like, as ourselves. So, um, if that's what you're here for, I don't plan on repeating that decision."

Natsu's hand stayed on hers. Lucy isn't sure if she'd rather he had pulled away or not.

"Are we still gonna finish the blocking?" he asked.

"I mean, yeah? I'd like to."

He squeezed her hand. "Let me finish eating then."

-o-

Despite her professional interests and because of her private ones, they had sex that night. Lucy was proud of the fact that they finished their blocking at least, although she is halfway certain they had sex because of the blocking.

When he had finished eating, it seemed like they would be fine. They read through their lines, discussed the goals of the scene, what they thought each of their characters would do beyond the written script. The problem only arose once they began the actual blocking.

"Okay," Lucy said. "Let's use the couch as the bed and –"

"The couch? You have a bed right there." Natsu pointed at her queen-sized bed, with its fuzzy floral blanket thrown over her yellow comforter. "Why not that?"

Because that might encourage unprofessional ideas, she thought to herself. "Because I figured we wouldn't want to block in my bedroom?"

"It's a studio apartment. Everything is your bedroom."

He had a point, unfortunately. "So we'll use my bed as the bed. Now, this is a version of a fight scene and it involves touch, so we should check in. As I said before, I'm comfortable with you touching everything except my boobs and my groin area."

Natsu nodded, not giving away whether his thoughts went to her earlier comment that's only when we're acting. Her thoughts certainly went there. "I'm comfortable with you touching everywhere except my groin."

(Her thoughts went to his hips against hers, the way he rolled into her, and nope, stop it, professional thoughts only.)

"Great! Let's start."

They ran through what they blocked before that monologue, her struggle, that kiss to her shoulder. Then, as they discussed, he dragged her to the bed and pinned her between it and him. She cried: "Oh, banish me, my lord!"

He bound her wrists with his large hand and pinned it to her chest.

Using the force of his hand around her wrists, when he said "Down, strumpet!", he forced her to lay down. He mounted her, his thighs over her waist.

She begged more.

He grabbed one of her pillows.

She said: "But while I say one prayer!"

He responded: "It is too late."

He brought the pillow to her face for the agreed upon fifteen seconds and, afterwards, when he released the pillow, he laid his forehead over hers.

Lucy's body was on fire.

She had thought she could handle it, but there was so much passion. So much touch. Faux-deadly or not, Lucy found it unseemingly erotic.

They ran it again. Again, Lucy was caught in Natsu's fire. The breadth of his large hand over her wrists, the power in his muscular thighs as he straddled her, the heat from his chest as he leant over to grab her pillow – it was all-consuming. It was wrong, she knew it was, wrong to feel so aroused as they acted a scene in which his character kills her, wrong to lust for her closest friend and collaborator. Yet the way in which his body moved felt so right to her. And when he laid his forehead over hers for a second time, when she opened her eyes earlier than blocked, she saw how his glance had flicked to her lips and then chest and then up to her eyes.

"I really shouldn't be feeling this way because of you fake-smothering me."

"Don't say that, Lu."

"What? I could be into choking, I've never tried it." She was half-hysterical. "Although it's probably just you," she added.

Natsu made a noise somewhere between a sigh and groan. He practically leapt off her to open her curtains and stare out her bedroom window. Lucy sat up, her stomach turning.

"Natsu? Are you okay?" She laughed nervously. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's not that. I need a cold shower. I know," He paused and took a deep breath, in-out. He stared out the window to the lit up parking lot and avoided the sight of her, laying on the bed, still in her short-shorts and tank-top from before. "I know you said that we shouldn't kiss again and I'm not asking to do that. But I still haven't … calmed down. So I want to borrow your shower. If you don't mind."

"Maybe we could just do it once." The words were out of her mouth before she thought about them, but they didn't shock Natsu enough for him to turn around. (Or maybe, he was simply avoiding her eyes.) Her own words shocked her though; she blushed. Too late to go back, she continued, "maybe we just need to, you know, bang it out? Cana's a firm believer in fucking friends."

"That's Cana though."

"There could be some merit to what she says though! Both of us are –clearly– on edge. Maybe we could just … fuck? And then, never talk about it. And we could just go back to before?"

"Do you," he asked carefully, "want to do that?"

"I don't see the harm in trying," Lucy lied. She could see a lot of harm in trying actually, but there was also a lot of harm in letting things lie. Stuck between a rock and a (pleasantly, torturously) hard place.

"That's not a yes."

Natsu's eyes avoided her, but as she got off the bed and went to her window, his teeth playing with his lip ring betrayed his own nervous consideration. She shut her floral curtains, none too gently, blocking any prying eyes from the parking lot to a view of her bedroom. The space became a truly private one, just the two of them in what-passed-as-her-bedroom in her studio apartment.

"Yes," she said, her brown eyes locked on his black ones. "I want to do that."

Natsu kissed her, all the gentleness of their initial kiss from earlier in the day gone. That kiss was needy and rough and hungry, like he'd saved all that hunger from dinner for her, like she was a full-course meal and he hadn't eaten properly in days.

Maybe if they hadn't been cut off earlier that day by Wendy's phone call, maybe if they hadn't been so wound tight from all that necessary touch, maybe if the agreement had been forever and not just tonight, they wouldn't have been so desperate for each other's skin, the heat of the other's body. But they weren't in any of those maybes, so Lucy was already stripping off her tank top to reveal her lacy bra and Natsu had already guided her to the bed.

For only a moment, her shirt and his lips were abandoned, just as her thighs pressed to the soft blanket, before he pulled her to the bare edge of the bed. His hips thrust into her denim-covered core. He swallowed her gasp with his lips. By God, he devoured her, like a flame smothering a forest during the driest months. His strong hands grasped her left thigh and her right cheek, his hips grinded against hers, his chest pressed to her chest, his lips against her lips.

He kissed, then, the side of her mouth, her cheek, her neck, and slowly yet quickly, he moved lower, until he met the skin over her breasts. His left hand went to her bra strap, where it met the cup, his fingers ghosting over the delicate skin. "May I?" he asked.

"Yes." His hand slipped under the cup, while his mouth traversed over the swell of her breast to the valley between them. He licked up that tender skin and then sucked. At her whine, she felt him smile against her dotted chest.

The grinding of his hips hadn't stopped, simply slowed, and his hard-on was more and more apparent, even through several layers of clothing. As he kissed and sucked and massaged her breasts, through the heat surging through her head, she realized he was in a slightly awkward position, hovering over her. "Natsu, I – do you want to be more comfortable?"

" 'M good," he said and then swirled his tongue around her nipple. "You like that, Lu?"

He'd heard her rough inhale, which was why he'd asked the question, and he repeated the motion, but ended that swirl with a suck, that left her hips jolting against his. She needed friction, motion, anything, to get rid of that ache in her core.

He pecked her lips though and added, "Thank you. For thinking about me," as if he had only just processed her earlier question.

His hand left her breast for the button of her shorts, which he quickly undid and pulled off. Then, he kneeled between her already-spread thighs and continued to kiss them, as if he'd made an agreement with God or the Devil to either savor every bit of her skin or to torture her or both.

When his tongue finally came to her undies – which, why the fuck did she still have those one? – instead of taking them off, his tongue stroked up through the soaked fabric to her clit. She moaned his name and grabbed his hair. "Why'd you do that?" she gasped.

Natsu shrugged, his smile almost smug. "Couldn't wait."

She glared at him, blush deep and hand still in his hair. He simply pecked her thigh in response before returning to her wet core, clearly wet through the thin fabric of her undies. She felt his hot breath over her clit and she shivered, his thumb stroking down and then up, before going to the hem of the pink fabric on her hips. "You want this off, right?"

She nodded and they were gone, flicked somewhere over Natsu's back, and he returned to between her thighs, pulling her legs over his shoulders. When his mouth finally came to her clitoris, she was so sensitive it was a miracle she didn't cum immediately. Instead, Natsu ate her out with an intensity that characterized him and yet still took her breath away.

Then, without warning, his mouth still hot over her clit, he thrust two fingers into her. Both went in slickly from his incessant teasing, but, rather than moving in a strict in-out motion, he stroked the top of her walls as if beckoning her orgasm closer.

"Your hands," Lucy gasped. "Oh God, they feel better than –" She stopped herself before she could finish that sentence, but Natsu had already heard and paused.

"Better than what, Lu?"

"It doesn't matter."

"I think it does." To emphasize his point, he teasingly blew on her, eliciting a shiver. "Better than what?"

Lucy swallowed and stared at the white ceiling. "Better than I imagined."

Evidently, that wasn't what Natsu expected. With his mouth so close, she felt his breath literally stop.

"You think of me?"

"Yes." She looked at him and his black eyes were wide. Of all things, that statement seemed to shake him more than anything, as if he couldn't believe until she said it that she actually wanted him, as if he wasn't two fingers deep inside her and she hadn't repeatedly been moaning for more. Lucy would almost be touched by this but there was a needy ache at the pit of her stomach; yet, just as she was about to beg him to move, he unfroze. With a jerk, he pulled her into a rough kiss, all skilled tongue and tastefully bitten lip. He withdrew those torturous fingers and rubbed them over her clit, fast and relentless.

She came, legs shaking, and he swallowed her whimpered cries of ecstasy. It felt like forever that the waves of white-hot pleasure washed over her, but eventually, she settled, collapsing on the softness of her blanket.

"Wow," she exhaled. Her eyes closed, but the bed shifted as Natsu lay beside her. After a few moments, when she opened her eyes, Natsu was on his back, his face turned to her, lazily studying her.

"Why are you still clothed?" she whispered into that almost peaceful quiet.

" 'm not the main focus right now."

"Ah, no." Lucy shifted onto her elbows, her biceps still shaky, to better look at Natsu directly. "I have had my time in the spotlight. It's your turn."

"Lu –"

"Take your shirt off."

"Take off your bra then."

Lucy huffed, unclasped it, and eyes still locked on him and his still-fully-clothed body, dropped it on the floor.

"Shirt."

"So bossy," he teased. He acquiesced though, revealing toned abs that he somehow had the time to maintain between classes, a fifteen hour workweek, rehearsals, and a social life. Lucy stroked her painted white nails down from his collarbones to between his pecs, down his flat stomach to where she hooked her fingers on the belt loop of his jeans. While Natsu sat still below her hands, the bulge in his jeans betrayed his active interest.

Lucy leaned in, lips an inch away from his. "Why don't you unbutton your jeans for me?"

His lips returned to her swollen ones, as if they'd never left, and she felt the calluses of his fingertips dance over her knuckles to the button in his jeans, heard and felt that telltale unbuckle and unzip. Quickly, she took over, pushing aside his hands, pushing down his jeans and boxers to release his erection. Still kissing him, gentler than he was with her, Lucy swirled her thumb over the tip of his penis, wetting it with his precum and then stroking down. Even that mere motion elicited a hiss from Natsu and it was her turn to smile against his lips.

"Be good," she murmured. "And let me suck your dick."

"Since when have I not been –" Natsu didn't finish his sentence because by then, her mouth bobbed over his member, taking only the tip of him at a quick pace and then all of him right to the back of her, before licking up the base of him to the tip. She circled her tongue and went down his length again, teasing and sucking him and wrecking him as much as he had her.

She heard his breath quicken, his hand involuntarily tightening around her hair before loosening, and after one particularly deep hit, he moaned: "Lu, you're killing me."

Those words went straight to her pussy. Every noise he had made, every jerk and grab, aroused her in ways that she wasn't expecting, but that compliment? She needed him inside her.

"Fuck me," she ordered.

His flushed brown skin reddened even further. "How do you want it?"

She didn't bother to reply, just climbed further onto the bed and went to her knees. The bed shifted as he followed her, as he positioned himself behind her, fingertips dancing over her body before his left hand grasped her hip and the other slipped between her folds back to her clit. Still tender, she hissed at his touch, but unlike before, he was featherlight, gentle swirls over those nerves before slipping down to her core.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked. "I have some in my bag, but that's at the dining table."

"I'm on birth control."

"Still."

"Drawer of the nightstand."

To her, it felt like ages as he rummaged in her drawer, opened the box, grabbed the little package, tore it open, and slipped it on him. As she waited, her hands returned to herself, slipping through her wetness to try and alleviate that terribly wonderful ache, drawing desperate circles over herself.

His heat returned to her. When he saw where her hands had gone, he laughed. "Damn, Lu, I've never seen you this impatient."

She huffed. "Can you just fuck me already?"

She could practically hear his combative alright then in the way his hands grabbed her hips, the way he guided his member slowly under her to her folds and then thrust in, all at once. She inhaled roughly.

"You good?" he said. "Don't wanna hurt you."

He filled her up in all the ways she had wanted. Forget what she had said earlier – his cock inside her was better and more fulfilling than any of her imaginings and dirty dreams had conjured for her. She didn't say that though. Instead –

"God," she whimpered. "You're so big."

"Thanks," he laughed. He experimentally rolled his hips, slow so she could adjust to the fullness of him. He kept his strokes slow and gentle, one hand tight on her shoulder, the other drifting to her clit.

He kept at that and as she adjusted to him, his thrusts became faster, deeper, until his hands were back at her hips, yanking her to him in that merciless rhythm. For another time that night, it was all she could do to breathe as he brought her to a whimpering mess, cries of yes and more and faster, please, fuck.

The noise in that room was just of their quick breaths and deep groans and the slap of skin against skin. Natsu was — intense, merciless, glorious. Each thrust of his stoked that fire deep in her belly and quickly, for the second time that night, she was reaching a peak that she'd soon tumble down from.

"I wanna see your face, Lu." A thrust punctuated his need. "Turn around for me. I wanna see your face when you cum."

She could barely process his words through her pleasure, but at her nod, Natsu released her hips and pulled out. An involuntary whine came from her and she flipped to her back. On her back, she was caught in Natsu – not just his thick dick slick with her nor his toned body, but the flush in his cheeks and the softness yet heady desire in his features. Natsu leaned over Lucy, pushing her sweaty hair from her forehead with unbelievable tenderness, considering the ardor in his hips only moments before.

His kiss was gentle, even as he pressed her legs apart, even as he shoved his cock deep in her core, returning to that brutal rhythm. But it wasn't enough and he knew it and Natsu, despite his fervor –or perhaps, because of it– wanted the best for her.

His teeth sucked her lip into his mouth and then he was upright, dick still inside her. His arms shrugged her indelicately spread legs up his forearms to his biceps to his shoulders. There, with that position he reached deep into her, reached that specific spot his fingers had found earlier, reached the position that she knew would bring her to orgasm the second time that night.

But not yet – no, he was still going, fast and hard and she couldn't think.

"C'mon, Lu," he said. "Cum for me." He groaned as she jolted her hips to meet him, as she brought his hands to the undercurve of her breast. He cupped her breasts with his hands, continuing that merciless pace. Her legs shook, her stomach and cunt clenching. Lucy was close, so close.

He slipped his finger between the two of them. With that, like a firestorm from heaven, she came.

Natsu kept going though, faster, desperate, chasing his own orgasm, and in turn, prolonging her own. She sobbed his name, how good he felt, how he was too good to her, and with that, he shuddered and came, his forehead collapsing onto her shoulder.

Eventually, he pulled out of her and removed the condom, tying it and tossing it in the trash. He then fell to her side. Natsu's pinky interlocked with hers. The room was quiet, save for the whirr of her fridge and their breathing.

"I should pee," Lucy said. He squeezed her hand a go ahead and she left.

When she returned, Natsu lay halfway between sleep and waking.

She touched his shoulder and he shifted. "Hey," she whispered. "Are you staying here tonight?"

" 'd like to."

"Then, get under the covers."

Natsu stood up, long enough for Lucy to pull the sweaty top blanket off and onto the floor. She held the sheets up.

"Get in," she said.

He did and then patted beside him, a silent ask for her to join him. While for a split second she considered her bedtime routine and the shower they both desperately needed, the bed (and Natsu's arms) seemed much more inviting than the cold tile of her bathroom.

When she slipped between the covers, Natsu wrapped her in the covers and hugged her tight to him. Quickly, she fell asleep.

note: i think this fic will be about 11 chapters, so please follow and comment if you enjoyed the second chapter :)) comments especially give me life and motivation to continue 33