Dreamy Marriage | NaLu

Trigger

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It was 1pm already and the girl just managed to put on her shoes.

Natsu had given her his clothes and underwear to feel comfortable in.

She would have stayed forever, if not for her maid Sphetto calling her on the phone, asking her to come home immediately.

The blonde was sore all over, her legs felt like jelly and her lower belly was like an open wound.

But she had to go home. She had to find out what was happening. Why she was begged to come back.

Sphetto didn't tell her the reason on the phone. Instead, she immediately hung up which was very unlike her. She sounded like she was in a hurry, like she was panicking, scared she might get caught by someone.

Lucy didn't tell Natsu about the call. He would worry about her and come with her at all costs. But she couldn't allow him to go with her.

If he accompanied to her house and her father was there, she wouldn't even want to imagine what would happen.

Instead, she told him that her mother needed her help for shopping and that she couldn't refuse her.

„You sure you don't want me to come with you?" Natsu asked as he massaged her shoulders in front of the door.

When he woke up just an hour ago, the girl was already in his bathroom getting ready.

He panicked when he didn't see her, because for a second he thought that he had only dreamt about the night they spent together, about what they did- or what he did to her.

Thankfully, she came out of the bathroom before he was about to lose his mind.

„Yup, I'm getting picked up by our driver anyways." Lucy giggled and turned around to face her friend, or boyfriend.

„We didn't even have breakfast and you're already leaving." Natsu mumbled, his expression troubled and disappointed.

„When I come back from helping my...mom...let's have dinner together." she suggested, touched about how upset he seemed since she was leaving early.

She was too, but the worry within her was bigger than her disappointment.

As he stared at her from head to toe, he began to smirk devilishly.
„You sure you can walk on your own to the car?" he asked, a certain undertone in his voice which she knew was meant to embarrass her.

She playfully hit his chest.
„Shut up!" she called out, her cheekbones resembling bright red cherries.

„You enjoyed it last night?" he whispered in her ear and pulled her closer to him, not caring that the driver outside had to wait. He just needed to feel her again, her soft skin against his.

Lucy shyly turned her head away from him, her hands pressed against his chest.
„You were rough." she commented with a small voice.

„I warned you, didn't I?" he replied, remembering how he continued to ram into her when she fell unconscious. He just couldn't stop himself, not when she looked so helpless beneath him, and not when he was so turned on.