So the blowjob and handjob Lucy gave Natsu ultimately did nothing to help further her relationship with him. Sometimes she just wanted to shake him until he understood what she wanted. She didn't think that simply saying it out loud in front of him would do much.
Lucy picked at her bread, watching Natsu and Happy argue over which is the best consistency for fish. All of his attention-which let's admit, it's not that much-is focused on Happy. Lucy could probably rip off her shirt, fondle her nipples and ride the corner of the table and he wouldn't so much look in her direction.
"Natsu," Lucy said for the sixth time in a row. She not surprised when she's unsuccessful in gaining his attention. The pink haired dragon slayer is entirely engrossed with his conversation.
Her cheeks flame when she wonders if he told Happy of what she did to him behind the guild and at dinner. Happy was his best friend but would he be smart enough to keep his trap shut.
Annoyed, and fed up with his ignorance, she slams her palms down onto the table. "Natsu, have sex with me." She's blatantly ignored by both males. She close to tarring her hair out.
She does the next best thing. She threw a spoon at him. Her weapon of choice may not have been the best idea, but it did distract him long enough for him to throw a quizzical glance in her direction.
"Did you just throw a spoon at me?" he asked, amused. Lucy grinned cheekily at him and Happy rolled his eyes.
Lucy leans forward, pressing her arms a little tighter together to form more cleavage. "Yes. What are you going to do about it?" Please. Please, something, anything!
Natsu smirks, standing, "I'm going to..." Coolly, he walks around the table and bends. He grabs her by her upper arms, lifting her off the chair. His fingers dance along the edge of her shorts. "Tickle you!" What? Suddenly, he's tickling her relentlessly; his fingers magically making her sides ache.
"Natsu!" she squealed, giggling like crazy, attempting-poorly-to protect her sides. This isn't what she expected, but at least she held his attention for now. His rambunctious tickling eventually led to the couple rolling around on the floor, taking turns at tickling the other person.
At times like this, when they're just a silly couple, Lucy forgets all about her craving for sex. Happy excused himself sometime between the moments they were wrestling to the moment they were kissing.
His lips burned against hers as she hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him in for more. Natsu's hands were braced on the floor next to her head, his chest brushing against hers as he relented in being tugged down. His tongue slipped past her lips, cinnamon washing over her as she let out a small moan.
Lucy slid her hands down his back and under his vest. She wanted it off. They broke the kiss, panting, and Natsu allowed Lucy to take off his vest. Nervously, he discarded her halter top, her naked breasts exposed to him. Lucy watches as his eyes scan her body and a timid smile settles on his lips.
She's suddenly just as nervous as he is. Sure she's given him a blowjob and a handjob before, but he's never touched her as intimately as this previously. Lucy carefully moves out from underneath him, kneeling in front of him, guiding his hand to her breast.
Natsu's eyes darken, and tentatively, he squeezes her breast. The action causes Lucy's sharp intake of breath. His hot thumb drags across her hardening nipple, a shiver shooting down her spine. Her belly was on fire.
Squeezing and rubbing her nipple makes Lucy moan like crazy. Her head's thrown back, her blond hair fluttering as she moves her head, her hands steadied on the floor. She would have collapsed if she were standing.
