The Rules and Regulations of Love (Nalu Fanfic)

Chapter Eighteen

Natsu

Rule Number Eighteen: Sometimes Slavery Has Its Perks

Driving Lucy home after the baseball game, I wondered about what she'd have me do tomorrow. I can't believe the A's lost. To the Giants! Lucy must be a lucky charm or something. Mmm, Lucky Charms. Lucy made me pretty lucky too. Grinning at the thought, I looked over at her and felt my heart swell. She was sleeping with the right side of her face smushed against the window, her perfect, delicious mouth opened, looking sweet and vulnerable and everything she wasn't when she was awake. God, I loved her. Turning my attention back to the dark road, I drove the rest of the way to Lucy's house listening to myJamie Foxx CD, singing along with the songs I knew.

Pulling up in front of Lucy's house, I hopped out of my truck and went around to the passenger's side of the car and opened the door, causing Lucy to nearly fall out. She shrieked and her eyes flew open. Looking at me in anger, she did the one thing sure to punish me. She bit her lip. Damn her. She knew I couldn't resist that. I never should have told her about the lip biting thing. Moaning, I leaned in to kiss her but she dodged me, running away from me and up her porch, cackling sexily. Since when did something as weird as cackling become sexy to me? I seriously have issues. Chasing after her, I ran up the porch and pulled her into my arms, staring into her eyes and resting my forehead against hers. Both of us were breathing heavily, knowing what was coming, and I couldn't prolong it anymore. Lowering my lips, I kissed her slow and soft and passionate. She opened her mouth against mine and I accepted her invitation, mingling the tip of her tongue with mine. I swallowed her moan into my mouth and pressed her body right against mine, feeling every inch of her against me.

"What is this?!" A voice yelled, deep and furious. Jumping away from each other, Lucy and I turned towards her father, staring at me like he wanted to kill me. Oh boy, I was in for it.

"Daddy, you remember Natsu," I heard Lucy say in that sugary sweet voice she could adapt to, sounding like an innocent Catholic church girl.

"Get off my porch and away from my daughter before I harpoon you," he warned, his eyes giving nothing away, cold and angry as they bore a hole through my head.

"Goodnight, Lucy, I'll see you tomorrow at my house," I said with a chuckle, kissing her cheek before hopping down her porch and loping to my truck, feeling her dad's gaze on me the whole time.

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Letting Lucy into my house the next day, I leaned in to give her a kiss, but she dodged me, slipping under my arm and running to the couch, throwing herself down face first.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked, feeling concerned and panicky.

"No, why?" She asked, her words muffled by the sofa cushion.

"You didn't give me a kiss."

"That's all part of the torture, my friend," she said, sitting up and giving me a devilish grin.

Oh, so that was how she was going to play it. Fine, I'd get her later. I'd sneak in a kiss somehow. I wasn't about to let her come over all day and not get a kiss. She must have plotted her forms of torture last night. I hope she didn't have another form of torture saying that I couldn't touch her. That would just be unbearable.

"Alrighty, mister, let's get cracking. You're my slave today and that means you have to do everything I say."

"Do I get to be your sex slave?" I asked hopefully, smiling like a sinner.

Her jaw dropped open, eyes wide like disks, then she burst into laughter and stood, opening her arms for me. Moving towards her, she wrapped her arms around my waist and I held on to her, burying my nose in her soft, sweet smelling hair. I loved this woman so much. She was intelligent and sexy and so beautiful I ached. The Lucy I knew now was so different from the Lucy I'd met a few weeks ago. The Lucy from before was rude and obnoxious and didn't seem to care. The Lucy I knew now was loving and kind and always made sure I was okay. I loved both sides of her.