My Roman Fairy Tail

Sweet Apologies

(Lime chapter.)

I know Lucy hates me, now. I know she'll leave or, maybe, she's already gone. Unlike all the others, I don't have anything, special, of hers. I'll still remember her, though. Her laugh, her scent, the way she drives me to want her. I won't forget my first love.

The door scrapes the floor as it opens. I know it's Lucy, by the strawberry scent in the air. I wipe away what few tears I had and stare at the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Lu-,""No, Natsu. I'm sorry," Lucy interjects, hugging me from behind. "I didn't know about your family. I was being selfish, to think that you loving me like I was a trophy was greed or lust. You just don't want to see me get hurt."

I sigh, "Gray told you?" She nods and nuzzles nher face in my neck. I run the knuckle of my index finger and thumb along her jawline.

"Come 'ere." I pat our cot. She walks to my side and sits to my right. Pushing her bangs behind her right ear, I kiss her softly. "I understand how you feel, but you're not my property. You're my girlfriend. I just want to protect you, to the best of my abilities."

"I know, Natsu," Lucy eases. I kiss her, again. The taste of her dances on my lips. I pull her onto my lap and deepen the kiss

"Hehe. You know you taste like strawberries and vanilla. I love that," I don't quite understand why, but I... I growl it at her. I growl and lay down on my back, bringing her with me. She has her hands on my chest and her legs are tangled with mine.

"You know, most of the regiment has taken a woman. Either for the night or for life," I declare. "I want you, Lucy Heartfillia, for the rest of my life. I want to raise a family and watch little dragon fledglings and Celestial mages run around our home. I want to train them and teach them and watch my boy beat the snot out of Gray's. Most of all, when I come home, after a few days work, I want to see you as my wife."

Lucy blushes and laughs, "Oh, Natsu. Someday, I want to carry a beautiful baby and watch them grow. I want to see you, when I wake up and watch you create this home. I want to see a little bundle of the Gods' grace sleeping in a crib and know that I got to hold a piece of you and we get to share it. I love you, Natsu Dragneel." Lucy caresses my mouth and traces her fingers across my clothed body.

I'm feeling really hot. My body temperature is rising. I remove my hands from her waist and pull my tunic off. Lucy has to pull away for it, but she takes this time to catch her breath. I still have trousers on, to cover my legs. Lucy gawks at the scars that run over my torso. She takes her time in tracing a few with her fingertips. Then, I kiss her, again; not wanting her to lose interest in what we're doing.

I undo the tie string that latices her back. The slim, silk ribbon falls over her shoulders. I easily push down her dress. I run my hands over her soft shoulders and curves. Her scent and the feeling of my hands on her waist and her bare chest on mine drives me mad. And I make her mine.

The next morning, I wake up to Lucy playing with a spike of my hair. I softly smile at her and rub my nose on hers, making her giggle. Then, I give her a kiss on the forehead and get dressed. I throw on my clothes from yesterday and head to the washroom with new ones.

After my bath, I walk back into my room to find Luce has fallen back to sleep. I shut our door and head out with an ax. I find a tall tree and climb into the fist branch. I cut off part of the limb and drag it back to my home. Using a set of tool from my earlier trip to town, I carve pieces a frame and fasten them together with twine. Then, I attach the cloth. It hangs a bit loosely, to make it more comfortable.

I take the new cot up to my room. I set it down and lay down in it. It's almost too good for short term use. As I stand to leave again, Lucy sits up, yawning.

"Morning, Natsu," Lucy greets.

"Morning, Luce. Are you feeling ok, after last night?" I ask, rubbing the back of my neck. My girlfriend nods, smiling. "Good."

"Natsu, could you grab me a bucket? Quickly?" I jog into the hall, grab one of the girls' wash buckets, from yesterday, and empty it out the window. I hand it to Lucy just in time to catch her vomit. I turn away. It's just one long round of coughing and sputtering. When it's over, I wrap the blanket around her and take the bucket to the far wall.

"Are you sure you're alright, Luce? That kind of thing doesn't just happen," I remark, placing my arm over her shoulders. She looks at me with eyes that are still watery from heaving.

"It's nothing. I've just never... done that before. It's got to be my body telling itself that we shouldn't do that many rounds. I mean, is four a big number, in this kind of situation?" Lucy retorts. I sigh, kiss her forehead, and politely tell her to take a shower. It will help her feel better.