Slow Hands by Niall Horan

Chapter 1

 NaLu

Rating - M due to mature scenes and ideas

Genre - Romance & General

Word Count - 2,841 Words

Lucy swayed to the pop music, stopping only when hands came around her waist to rest against her exposed stomach.

"Hey." She looked back at the person who was now behind her, fully prepared to tell them to fuck off. But she didn't need to, and her hips swayed again, turning in the boy's arms and putting her own around his neck.

"Hey, Natsu." Lucy smiled at him and he grinned back, his hands gripping her waist as she swayed.

"You know all these guys are looking at you, right?" Lucy hummed in response, sliding in closer to him, brushing her body against his as she moved.

"That's why I have you." Her hands played with his hair. Natsu leaned into her and she tugged at his pink hair a little, making him frown.

"You are making it really hard to kiss you, you know?" Lucy nodded, then released his hair, lacing her hands together behind his neck. She pulled his head to drag him down to her own, kissing him sweetly. His hands encircled her again, instead of gripping her. Natsu tasted like he always did, cinnamon and camp fire. She often wondered what she tasted like to him, but never worked up the courage to ask.

Neither Lucy nor Natsu were there to drink, the truth of the matter being they only went because their friends asked them to. Said friends were having fun drinking around the table they had gotten, but Lucy and her best friend Levy, had gone out to the dance floor. The smooth music was more than intoxicating enough for her. She loved the feeling of being loose. Natsu, on the other hand, hated when she did that, because as he has told her so many times before, she attracts unwanted attention from the other guys.

Natsu shifted his arms down to rest on the curve of her ass. Lucy slid her own down his shoulders, exploring his body with her fingers. She felt him twitch as her left hand skimmed over the scar on his neck, and leaned in, pressing a light kiss to it. This time he shivered. She grinned in victory and continued down over his biceps. His arms flexed behind her. Her hands slid back up again, lacing and pulling him in. She was intoxicated by him. He was her drug; one she would gladly die to be intoxicated by over and over again.

Lucy opened her mouth in a moan when his hands squeezed her ass, and he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, telling her what he was doing. Her tongue met his and guided it into her mouth. He flicked his tongue up, hitting the roof of her mouth, making her flinch. She could feel him grinning through their kiss and she pulled away, smiling sweetly at him with her swollen lips.

They didn't feel rushed, because they had all the time in the world. Lucy slowly leaned forward, again brushing her lips over his scar. Her right hand trailed down his chest and slowly slid up under his shirt, brushing over the scar he had on his lower stomach. She rubbed her hand in featherlight circles over it. Natsu gripped onto her waist tightly, making sure she knew what she was doing to him. Her tongue flicked out, running over the scar on his neck before her mouth pressed light kisses to it yet again.

Her thumb brushed a particularly sensitive spot on the scar on his abdomen and he bucked into her, giving her a clear feeling of what he wanted. She pressed her thumb more solidly against the spot and his hands tightened on her waist. Lucy pulled away from his neck and looked into Natsu's eyes. "We should take this back to my place," she whispered to him.

He nodded and she detached herself from him. They walked over to the table where their friends sat, and everyone looked up at them, just giving them a dismissive wave. The two looked at each other and Natsu grabbed her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. His thumb ran over the mark she got to cover up the scar she had there. She smiled at him, and they sped up as the air hit their face. Lucy would make him stop walking every once in a while, pulling his head down to meet hers and exploring his chest. He had lost his shirt somewhere along the way and by the time they reached the apartment door, Natsu was looking ready to pounce.