prompt thirty five : Dance/Jealousy

rate: M for Mature content

Thirty five out of one hundred.

Okay tbh I'm doing this whole NaLu week challenge out of wack and not really doing it since there are some prompt i don't care for and I'm not really going in order or submitting it. JUST ENJOY OKAY NO COMPLAINTS

"There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy." —Lope de Vega

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What an exhausting week. Lucy felt like she had aged twenty years in just a mere seven days but she had come to the realization that she cannot wilt away like this. She had to move on from this terrible situation and loss or else nothing good would come for her. She's already dropped five pounds due to her not eating anything but liquids and a bite here and there. Her eyes were dull and she obviously looked like she shouldn't be bothered.

Erza is a very persistent (forceful) and protective woman. It nearly took everything out of her to convince her not to actively hunt down the man who shattered her heart and gut him alive. Which for a normal person would be hard but for Erza?

Which meant she had to accept the alternative and that was a night out at a dark, loud club with copious amounts of alcohol and one too many bad decisions.

And she was really about to allow Erza to go gut him so she didn't have to show up at a nightclub one week after a heartbreak.

It was bad enough she had people who were out to snatch her away and had her fathers men tailing her every second of her day. She had to go out and party with her friends and have them witness her horrid nights and breakdowns.

Luckily they were smart enough to not antagonize her when she had clearly been a wreck.

She didn't want to be out and pretend as if nothing was wrong but the gut wrenching guilt she feels when she shows up to see Erza had invited others to join grew stronger. Probably an intervention she conspired behind her back and seeing how Cana was part of the group definitely made their goal pretty clear.

Last time she drank with Cana was when she met… him.

Lucy let out a hiss while waving her hand rapidly out in front of her, trying to push past the burning sensation that slid down her throat and instantly warmed her already flushed body. She was never much of a drinker and some people would consider her a lightweight with her track record. Hence, the reason why she strayed away from consuming such large amounts but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"You are adorable," Cana beamed at the blonde, leaning over the bar counter to see her better from beside Erza. "Still see you can't hold your liquor."

"I honestly don't know how you do." Lucy said before her body jolted with a hiccup. "I feel so warm."

The little group erupted into fits of giggles as they had ordered yet another round of shots from the busy bartender over the counter. Music echoed through the large dark rooms, strong lights and a large disco ball spinning in a circle to create a beautiful dotted atmosphere. A crowd of bodies took up the dance floor, bodies grinding and bumping against one other in a cloud of heat and sweat.

It made her feel a bit disoriented from the flashing lights and haze and the alcohol sure as hell wasn't helping her.

Cana had no shame on shoving drinks down everyone's mouth and she was sure Levy was looking a bit too red. Erza was just babbling and that's how everyone knew when she was tipping the edge but nobody ever knew with Cana. Mirajane happened to be the one woman who was either incredibly sober or incredibly blasted. Clearly she was fine with how she calmly sipped her ginger ale but kept her sharp eyes teetering around.

Knowing her brother was somewhere in the club patrolling the premises, it brought a source of calm within the group.

Once in a while Lucy is able to relax in crowded social settings. Though, she can't say she had been experiencing a lot of unease until her recent events… she knew her team was as strong as they could be. Guess that came from the loss of him.

She could feel all the hair rise in her neck, her spine snapping straight at the prickly sensation that rushed down her back.

He's here.

She knew what his presence and eyes felt like. She knew what the effects of his presence alone does and she was surprised she hadn't felt it until now.

She was looking around in the dark crowded space, chocolate orbs darting to every corner, every crowd in the room to see where he was. But no matter where she looked or how hard she tried, she couldn't find him.

But she knew he was here. She felt it.

A shiver ran down her spine and she straightened up, snapping herself back into the conversation that floated between her friends and the very full shot that sat in front of her.

She could practically hear him tell her not to. To be smart. To think twice before she tipped over the edge.

"Fuck that," Lucy spoke out loud without even realizing and she ignored the bewildered looks she got from her friends before she grabbed the shot full of clear liquid and drank the entire thing in one go.

It felt as if the heat was turned up a notch and she shivered once more, feeling the hot air lick at her already sticky skin.

"Let's go dance." She stated, determination and fire burning behind those eyes.

Her friends merely exchanged looks with one another before they were all rushing out to the crowded dance floor, squeezing past bodies and feeling the humid air collect around them.

He was here. Watching her. She knew it. And Mirajane probably knew as well, too, but nobody was daring to say anything to her.

Not like they had to. She knew what his eyes and presence felt like. It took over the entire room and it made her feel like she was suffocating in a cloud of heat. Her very core temperature rose just at the knowledge of him being around. Her hairs stand on the very back of her neck and her heart started pounding wildly in her chest.

With the alcohol pumping deep inside her bloodstream, she felt the effects of the aphrodisiac quite instantly. She felt a bit dizzy and lightheaded, her vision blurring and her body feeling flushed. She felt almost free in a way, swaying her body and limbs in the sea of people who were doing the same thing.

Her eyes closed and she felt the pulse of the music within her body, body moving accordingly and chest rising and falling.

He lied to you. He broke your heart. He doesn't deserve you. He doesn't want you.

She could feel a warm body press up against her from behind and it took her breath away. Her skin prickled in goosebumps and she knew from the way his hands came to land on her hips that it wasn't him. She turned her head a bit to see a man she had never seen before, flashing her a grin while his hips swayed against her own with the beat. She could feel his body press against her in a way it made her skin prick in disgust, heart yearning for another.

I miss him. I want him. Where is he? Why is he here?

It didn't matter. It shouldn't matter.

Why do I care so much?

She tried her best to dance with this stranger, the odd, intense feeling of being watched intensifying tenfold. It made her feel a bit more uncomfortable than anything, worries of the safety of this stranger etched into her brain as the thought of him being his usual possessive self.

I'm not his anymore. I can do what I want.

But was this what she wanted?

Flashbacks of her nights came rushing in, her eyes fluttering closed in the darkness where her body continued to sway but her mind began to rush.

His rough warm hands running down her body. Groping at her flesh and claiming her skin as his. Hot breath tickling her ear and filthy words filling her head. The soft groans and harsh grunts along with his possessive growls has her shuddering. His hard body pressing against her own; almost as if they were made for each other in the way they fit. So tight. So right.

I miss you.

Feeling as if she was drowning, Lucy pushed against the man who had been dancing with her for however long. He looked confused by the sudden action, blinking at her while she panted harshly, body swaying.

"S—sorry, I… I need air," she nearly gasped out and she didn't realize Mirajane was right next to her.

"Are you okay?"

"Bathroom. I—I, I'll be back!" Lucy didn't give her any room to suggest her company, the blonde rushing through the crowd to push everyone out the way.

She didn't care if she was rude. She didn't care if she was being brash about this all.

I can't breathe.

Rushing out of the nightclub and thrusting herself through a door, the heiress inhaled deeply to have a rush of cold air inhale her lungs. Her vision was blurry from the tears that pricked her eyes but her body was still vibrating from the heat and alcohol. Cold sweats began to appear and she didn't know if she had to throw up or cry.

Probably both.

She could hear the loud drumming of her heart in her ears and she felt as if it was going to burst from her chest, one hand coming to clutch the front of her dress while the other held her swaying body up against the wall.

The alleyway was nearly deserted beside the intoxicated couple behind the dumpster copping a feel from one another. They didn't even flinch when she had bursted outside and she didn't really want to be bothered anyways.

She desperately wanted an outlet. She shouldn't have come here. She shouldn't have taken all those shots. She shouldn't have danced with him.

She was shivering and she didn't even know it till her body had grown stiff, the instant sensation of warmth rolling off in a familiar way. Normally it would relax her into submission and she would leech off this moment but no, not anymore.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice almost came out as a sob but she forced herself to choke it down and it merely came out shaky.

"What are you doing here?" His rough voice made her shudder and his hot breath tickled her neck. She curled into herself, stepping away from his space to keep her eyes casted down.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.

She didn't have to look at him to know it was him. The shoes, the heat, the voice, the smell.

"I asked you a question."

"I don't answer to you," she snapped, twisting her head down as she tightened her arms around her trembling figure.

The threatening growl that left his lips made her shudder and she hugged herself closer, bottom lip being sucked in between her teeth for her to chomp down on.

"How would your father react to knowing his daughter is out at a nightclub getting wasted and dancing with sleazy men?"

"What I do on my time and with my life has nothing to do with you," she hissed, teeth clenching. "Not anymore."

"Everything you do has everything to do with me, princess."

She should run and get away from him as far as possible. She shouldn't even be talking with him nor should she be alone with him in a dark alleyway.

"Leave me alone. We're not together anymore."

He didn't seem phased by the way she spat it out nor did he seem concerned with her lack of acceptance of his own presence. He merely took a step towards her and she took one back, bumping into the cold wall of the brick building. He was leaning into her space and the smell of cinnamon, spice, and gunpowder leaked off of him like a cloud of smoke.

At one point, it comforted her. Now, it felt threatening.

"S—stop."

"Who were you dancing with?"

"What?" Her voice was trembling and her eyes were still glued to the space between their feet.

"Who. Were. You. Dancing. With."

She knew he was grinding his teeth with each word he produced, every word sounding more and more harsh and demanding as he spoke.

"That doesn't concern you," her heart was racing behind her ribcage. "What I do doesn't—"

"Do you want him to die?"

The question was abrupt and she gasped when she felt his palm come slapping down beside her head. She winced slightly when she felt his fingers brush against her face before grabbing at her chin to force her to look at him. Her heart was nearly out of her throat at this point, wide brown eyes looking into dark ones.

"Because I'll kill every motherfucker who looks at you."

Lucy's body shivered at the possessiveness his voice gave. It made goosebumps rise on her skin and her breathing accelerated slightly, heart pounding against her chest.

"I.. I'm not yours anymore, Natsu," she spoke softly, his name rolling off her tongue like a bitter kiss.

The rage she saw behind his dark eyes was intense. Normally it would be enough to scare off the biggest, baddest villain but for her? It did nothing.

She knew behind those cold, dark eyes was nothing more than a mask. She knew what those eyes truly held and the emotions behind them was what dragged her into his orbit in the first place.

The way his fingers wrapped around her dainty throat in such a delicate matter showed how much he still cared. Show how gentle he always was with her. Is with her.

She whimpered out as he leaned in closer, his nose practically touching hers. Her eyes fluttered while she resisted the urge to purr, finding his touch electrifying and explosive. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she was itching for more. Desperate for just a touch of chaos.

One. More. Time.

"You are and always will be mine."

The feel of his lips against hers was crushing. Smothering. Fiery hot.

It's always been like this and she couldn't deny it anymore. She wanted him. Needed him. More than anything and anyone in the world.

He may corrupt her and bring chaos everywhere he goes but that's okay.

Please.

I love you.

"You're mine."

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fin.